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I hate being sick
All I wanna do it write my silly little dreamnoblade fanfiction while being wrapped in my silly little blanket and chatting with my silly little online friends but NAH
#I WANNA BE HEALTHY SO BAD#god gave me two struggles in live its not FAIR#one being trans the other being health issues#wait theres a third#lets not forget my himbo bf#I love him soooo much#hes the sweetest but sometimes I wanna crush his head against a wall#in a very lovely way though#not gonna talk about my health in detail but being on watch in a hospital is NOT FUN#my dad got me his laptop so i can play minecraft and all#but I aint telling my family to get my fanfiction from my computer at home#NOT RISKING THAT#also not gonna start a new one on this cause all his stuff automatically gets on his cloud#AND NAH#CAN YALL IMAGINE MY FATHER CHECKING HIS CLOUD AND FINDING DREAMNOBLADE FANFICTION ON THERE?!#nOO#citrus talks#so yeah if you are also bored my asks are open come talk or whatever please#though I will sleep now but I will answer tomorrow and the day after please ask whatever#no matter regarding writing or dsmp or fanfictions or dnb or personal stuff (not too personal though lol) or headcanons or questions about#AUs or whatever#love yall muah muah#that was me giving yall smooches
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would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasnât had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering heâs usually so confident, but itâs just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? itâs perfectly okay if you donât wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))
you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken
(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i canât read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)
song to listen to: roadtrip by dream
i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!
dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,
teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings
heâs the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch
reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them
doesnât make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and canât <3
works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way
the sweetest ever omg i canât imagine a nicer teacher than dream
has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids canât buy their lunch
has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to
okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry
youâre the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers
dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and youâre a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter
so the kids ofc have their favorites
youâre a wonderful teacher !!!!
you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing
and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!
dream has the FATTEST crush on you
itâs so big and heâs very bad at hiding it
literally buys an extra coffee friday morning
slips into your classroom like âoh? hey ___ ? didnât expect you to be here!!â
you: âin my own classroom?â
dream: âANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have itâ
he does this every week
new excuses sometimes but itâs always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder
dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup
so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something
any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet
during his break heâll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting
you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they donât have art
and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red
the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this
math kids đ¤ art kids : tired of witnessing dreamâs bad flirting skills
dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/
âi googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you donât like it!!â
how could you not like it :(
his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((
your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment youâll actually kiss him
but no
it isnât until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club
they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff
half of the team asks you and the other asks dream
but they donât communicate that to each other
so itâs a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in
you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player
some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!
but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not
the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!
there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite
and your team is actually so good they qualify for state
and itâs going to be an overnight trip !!
some parents have also agreed to come chaperone
the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing
theres a lot of lovely support going around
your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as âuniformsâ
they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say
puffy markers and all
and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg
and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!
the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM
TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM
AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS â EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE
man they just look up to you guys so much
they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that
even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!
itâs all so wholesome omg
and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! itâs huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!
and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night
the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus
all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones
and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?
and ofc you do
so the two of you take turns picking songs
dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dreamâs epic roadtrip playlist
now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?
once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up
but dream is like. i can drive you home
dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3
youâre just excitedly recounting all the kidâs faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex
and he just bursts
âi really like youâ
and youâre just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought heâd be brave enough to SAY it
âi like you too dream!!â
âwould it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?â
âmaybe... but i like cheesy.â
thank you for requesting!!!
#I fully believe dream is horrible at flirting#dreamwastaken au#dreamwastaken x you#dreamwastaken x reader#dreamwastaken fanfic#mcyt au#mcyt fluff#mcyt x reader
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Pressure
Finale to Push and Pull
Warnings: noncon sex, oral, violence, abuse, and death.
This is Lee Bodecker (who is already dark!af) and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Life changes and youâre swept up in the tide.
Note: Alright, hereâs out final part! Lee is such a bastard man.
Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!
Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3
âYou left a stain On every one of my good daysâÂ
-Disease, Matchbox Twenty
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Arn had quickly taken up your fatherâs mantle as a moonshiner. When he got home, he went to the shed and tinkered with the sill. He met with the same men your father had and even began to act like him. Quiet, terse. He ordered you and your brothers around as he emulated the dead man.
Will had grown quiet. In those days he spent at home with you, youâd noticed how distant he seemed. He was the youngest, the sweetest. When your mother had passed, he had been the most distraught but he seemed numb to your fatherâs absence.
And Cal; Cal was just as oblivious as ever. You almost admired how he always went through life without heed for the past or future. He only seemed to live in his own little bubble as he floated along; untouched and unaffected by the taint of Knockemstiff.
And you, you were just an afterthought in the lives of the men around you. You cleaned after them, cooked for them, and saw that all was in order for them to exist. They didnât give a second thought to their dirtied dishes or torn trousers. They just left them for you to tidy and mend.
And Bodecker. You hated just the thought of him. Hated the way your stomach churned as you recalled that mighty heat heâd stoked within you. The feeling you knew was so wrong. How could you feel that way when he was touching you? When you didnât want him to touch you? You didnât want it, right?
Your nightmares were stained in your fatherâs blood. You woke with a start at the gunshot as it echoed inside your head. Every morning without fail. Visions lingered as you dressed; the gun, Leeâs voice, the blood seeping into the dirt. You shuddered and pressed your hands to your face.Â
Had it really been so long? A month already.
You descended the stairs and yawned into your sleeve as you hugged yourself in the early morning chill. It was early, the men would not rise for another hour or so.
Maybe not. You heard the crackle of a log and the whisper of a page being turned. You stood in the doorway of the living room. Will sat on the rug before the fire, bent over a book as the flames licked behind the grate.
âI couldnât sleep,â he spoke before you could. âBut Iâm almost done my book.â
âThatâs good,â you neared and lowered yourself beside him, âWhat are you reading anyway?â
âLord of the Flies,â he marked his page, âI think⌠I think itâs about good and evil. If people are born one or the other, you know?â
âOh?â You crossed your arms over your knees.
âYeah, I mean, if we were allowed to make our own rules, would we make them for us or the for the good of everyone?â He wondered, âBecause even with the rules, we do the worst, donât we?â
âI suppose but⌠the rules donât really make much difference around here.â You snorted. âNot in this town.â
âYou think itâs different somewhere else? In the city? Maybe in another country?â He chewed his thumbnail.
âI like to hope so, not that Iâll ever know,â you said, âIs this about daddy?â
He shrugged. He dropped his hand and stretched his long legs before him. âAll the good went with mama.â
âDonât say that,â you admonished.
âItâs true. How many times did he take the belt to you? And why? Because you made him think of her.â
âYou really think that?â
âHe was nasty to all of us,â he sighed, âBut nastier to you. And I canât even be sad that heâs gone.â
âDeath is hard, Will,â you touched his shoulder, âItâs hard to know what youâre feeling about it. Sad ainât so clear as it should be. It could be staring at the wall or tossing and turning in your bed or sitting up in the early hours and readinâ some book by yourself. Itâs not always a feelinâ, sometimes itâs in the things we do.â
âItâs just a book,â he muttered.
âBut you lookinâ for daddy in it, ainât ya? Askinâ if he was good or bad.â
âI know he was bad,â Will said, âItâs why I donât feel bad for him. Probably ran his mouth at whoever it was who gave him what he got.â
âDonât talk like that,â you took his hand and squeezed, âPlease. For me.â
He looked at you. The light of the fire flickered in shadows across his face. âYou know, you never had to take care of him. Or us. You should got out and married.â
âMaybe I didnât have to,â you sidled close to him, âBut how could I leave my little brother, hmm?â
âIâm a man now. Almost.â He said. âArn wonât let you stay. I know it.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHim and Rose from the diner. Heâs gonna marry her. Wonât be no place for you here. Or Cal. Or me.â Will said. âAnd Iâm gonna go work down at the yard. Or maybe the factory.â
âYou should finish school.â
âFor what?â
âYouâre the only smart one. You could find your way. Get a degree.â You urged. âYou should do all of that. You shouldnât stay here.â
âAnd leave you behind?â
You sniffed and hung your head. âNo, Iâm grown. Iâll find my way and I wonât get in yours. You got half a year left. Youâre too close to quit.â
âI donât knowâŚâ
âMama always wanted you to do something big. She always said you were special.â You said. âA lawyer? Maybe even a doctor. Imagine that.â
He was quiet. He squeezed your hand and wobbled his foot as he thought. âYou should leave too. Leave this town. We could both go once Iâm done school.â
âNo, no, you canât be takinâ care of me.â You argued.
âWhy not? Youâve taken care of me.â
âBecause thatâs what women do. I promised mama I would.â You liked the idea of leaving but it was terrifying. Even if you did have that courage, you knew you wouldnât be gone for long. And if fate didnât bring you back, you expected something, or someone else, would. âIf Arn decides to toss us to the curb, Iâll see you through the rest of the year and then youâre gonna go out and make mama proud.â
He nodded and leaned back on his hands. âI know no one else ever gave you a chance but you should start givin' yourself one. Youâre too good for us. Too good for everyone in this damn town.â
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When the Sheriff showed up next, you were alone. He walked into the house without knocking, as had become his habit, and sat at the table as you prepared a roast for dinner. He watched you silently and you tried to ignore him. You were waiting for his command.Â
How did he want you? What vile things would he do to you that day?
âWhenâs the boys gettinâ home?â He asked.
âSoon,â you answered as you turned on the oven.Â
âYou got something sweet,â he reached in his pocket and pulled out an empty wrapped.
You slid the cookie jar towards you and plopped it before him on the table. âMade âem last night. Chocolate chip.â
âYouâre always so good to me,â he smiled and you choked down your revulsion. âToo bad it took me so damn long to get here. I really wanted to have some fun.â
You turned back and opened the stove. You slid the roasting pan inside and snapped it shut.
âThem dresses you got, they really do nothinâ for ya,â he said through a mouthful of cookie, ââcept when youâre bending over.â
âWhy are you here then?â You crossed your arms as you turned back to him.
âI gotta talk to your brothers,â he said, âBut letâs be clear on something, girl. You donât ask me my business unless itâs to do with you.â
âI know about you,â you sneered, âEveryone does. Why donât you get one of your whores and leave me alone?â
The chair nearly toppled as he stood and tossed down the cookie. He rounded the table and stomped over to you, cornering you against the counter.
âYouâre my whore,â he snarled, âYou got that?â He pinched your tit roughly. âNow, if I wanna, I can bend you over right now and let your brothers see what a whore you are.â He grabbed your chin and pushed his body against yours. âYou should be flattered, you know? I ainât touched another bitch since I been in you.â
You bit down and glared at him. Your lip curled but you said nothing.
âI ainât gonna leave you alone,â he rocked his body against yours and exhaled. âWhat do ya think is gonna happen if I do? If I toss you out like the used bag you are? You got me or you got nothing. No manâs gonna marry a flower without her petals.â
He pushed harder against you until you could feel his bulge through his pants. His stomach crushed you against the counter. He leaned in and kissed you. You were shocked by the gesture, disgusted at how you could taste the chocolate on him.
âI really need to fuck you,â he growled as he drew away, âFuckinâ hurts so bad.â He pushed himself from you and turned as he cleared his throat. The loud rumble of the Ford truck called from just outside as it pulled in. âGuess that means Iâll have to pay you back in kind.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes and went to the fridge. You poured him a glass and slammed it down as the front door opened and the boysâ voices mingled in the hallway. Bodecker drank deeply and cleared his throat as he watched you retreat.
Arn entered first, followed by the other two as they chattered noisily. â...in the shed, we-- Sheriff Bodecker,â Arn shook the sheriffâs hand as he stood. âFigured you were waitinâ for us. You know, we got everything sorted with the shine.â
âThatâs good to hear but sadly Iâm not here about that,â Bodecker said, âOther business. âBout your daddy.â
âAh, okay,â Arn glanced over at Cal as Will took a seat at the table and grabbed a cookie from the jar. Your youngest brother looked at you as he took a bite. âWhatâs, uh, whatâs goinâ on?â
âWell, we think we got the prick who did it,â Bodecker began and you stiffened, âFound your daddyâs belt buckle and same caliber gun. Some rat down by the tracks. Been arrested before for robbinâ.â
âYou found him?â Cal asked, âWell, suppose thatâs good.â
âWe will be chargin' him to the full extent of the law. Shouldnât see a free day ever again.â Bodecker said. âOut of courtesy, I figured Iâd tell ya before the papers ran the story.â
âThank you, Sheriff,â Arn said. âYou know itâs been tough tryna get everything together since he been gone but⌠thisâll be good for all of us. Now that we have some peace about it.â
âOh, you got big plans?â Bodecker asked.
âHouse is mine now. Figure I need a wife. And the boys⌠well, they gotta go find a place of their own, ainât they?â
âMmm,â Bodecker hummed, âAnd your sister, too.â
âWe have an aunt. Iâm sure she could use the company.â Arn said.
âWhat?â You sputtered, âYou just gonna send me away to live with Darlene?â
âWhat else am I gonna do with ya?â Arn barked. âIf I got Rose here to do my cookinâ and cleaninâ, I donât see the use in keepinâ you around. Donât know why daddy didnât find someone to take ya before.â
âI ainât askinâ you to do nothinâ with me,â you huffed, âBut I ainât goinâ to Darleneâs. Iâll go out on my own. Iâll clean someone elseâs floor and get paid for it in more than spit and stupid.â
Arn snarled and Will stood slowly from the table. Cal squinted as if lost.
âNow, now,â Bodecker clapped Arnâs shoulder, âLots to be done, lots to be done. Letâs not get ahead of ourselves. This is a lot. Big news. I say, take some time, have some of that shine your daddy left you, and calm down, huh?â
Arn looked at the sheriff and shook his head. âYeah, yeah, youâre right, I sâpose.â
Will lingered by the table, his eyes never left his older brother as his hands balled into fists. You neared him and touched his arm softly. He glanced over at you, his face tensed with anger.
âI wonât let him do it,â he whispered. âI told you, we can get out together.â
âSo letâs give it a day,â Bodecker boomed, âIâll be back tomorrow. Weâll talk business and⌠well, I think youâll be happier after we have all that figured out.â
Arn nodded and shifted his weight.
âYou got big shoes to fill,â Bodecker said, âGotta make sure you get âem laced on right.â
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As promised, Bodecker returned the next day, this time after your brothers. He joined them in the shed, a relief as you worked at stitching one of Willâs shirts. Cal appeared as you held up the shirt and eyed your work. You sensed his shadow and dropped the fabric to your lap.
âDinnerâs almost ready,â you assured him.
âYou need to come out to the shed,â he ignored your promise of a hot meal and you frowned.Â
You stood and slung the shirt over the chair. You grabbed your jacket and boots and followed him out the door. You hadnât been to the shed since before your daddy died. Your teeth chattered as you slipped through the door and Cal slid it closed behind you. Arn sat in your paâs old armchair, Lee on a stool, and Will on the crooked bench with a space free for his other brother.
âI donât know why she needs to be here,â Arn said, âBut she is, so letâs get on.â
âWell, the only way youâre gonna expand across the county is through me, Arn,â Bodecker talked as if he were addressing a child. âAnd Iâm up for re-election. That means we need each other. Means we need to set this little partnership we have down in stone.â
âHowâs it that you need us, sheriff?â Cal asked as you swayed by the door.
âWell, my reputation ainât exactly pristine. I need to tidy up the edges,â Bodecker leaned forward and twined his fingers together. âIâll see that you get your shine from one end of the county to the other and Iâll also take a little weight off your shoulders. I need a wife and your sister needs a new home.â
Your mouth fell open and even Arn seemed surprised by the proposal.
âNo,â Will said, âYou canât⌠you canât marry her.â
âI donât see why not. Sheâs gettinâ up there in years, I donât see anyone else lining up.â Bodecker chortled.
âBecause she--â Will looked at you helplessly. âShe deserves to be happy.â
âI donât think any woman be unhappy being the sheriffâs wife,â Bodecker hissed, âWonât be no different than her cleaning up after yâall. If anything, itâll be easier.â
âTake her,â Arn said, âTwo birds, one stone.â
âAnd Cal, Iâll get him on the force by the end of the year. Always good to have another set of hands.â Bodecker continued. âHeâll make good enough money to get outta your hair.â
âAnd Will?â You said. All the men turned to look at you. âHeâs gotta stay in school.â
âSchool ainât shit,â Arn scowled.
âI donât see why he canât finish,â Bodecker said.Â
âI ainât takinâ care of him,â Arn said. âHe either gonna work for his lot or he can live outside.â
âSay what you want about daddy, but at least he had the decency to see to us,â you said. âYou think youâre the big man now heâs gone.â
âYou better shut your fuckinâ mouth if you know whatâs good for you,â Arn stood and the sheriff did too. He stepped in front of the younger man.
âSheâs grievinâ. You know the ladies donât handle all this so well,â Bodecker said, âIâll see after the kid. I was gonna up my take to twenty percent but Iâll settle for fifteen if you keep him on.â
âUp your take?â Arn scoffed.
âWeâre gonna be family and Iâm gonna make sure none of my officers get in your way. Boy, thatâs gonna mess with numbers, you get me? You canât get without givinâ.âÂ
Arn lowered his chin and looked between you and Will. He blinked slowly.
âHe got a roof till heâs done school. No longer than that.â Arn sat back down heavily, âAnd you be best to get a leash on my sister and quick. The sooner sheâs out of my house, the better. Rose is getting awfully antsy.â
âYâall got a date yet?â Bodecker said.
âWait? Just like that? Youâre gonna marry me off--â
âFuckâs sake. You ainât never know when to shut up!â Arn hollered as he reached for a jar of shine.
âAnd youâre gonna drink away your years just like daddy,â you snapped.
âHmm, maybe, but youâre gonna do what I tell you and get on your back for our sheriff.â He spat, âOr Iâm gonna dump you on the corner and you can see who else will have you.â
âArn, you canât--â Will began.
âYou two can go off and see how far you make it,â Arn bit back, âIâm done arguinâ. The next person pipes up, Iâm gonna tar ya.â
You looked at Will and shook your head. You knew what wasnât being said. If you didnât do what you were told, it wasnât that youâd be out of your home. You wouldnât have anything. The sheriff had a stranglehold on every citizen in the county. Heâd make sure you were helpless until you were forced to grab his outreached hand. Youâd take what he gave you, as you had to that point.
âFineâŚâ You uttered, âYou know what mama would think, Arn. As much as you think daddyâd be proud, you know she wouldnât.â
âGo back to your kitchen,â Arn took a gulp of moonshine, âYou got a month, Sheriff. You get her out and you got your fifteen.â
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You didnât expect your wedding day to be so gloomy. A winter ceremony in the town church with a man you didnât and couldnât love. Youâd always thought you would wear your motherâs old gown but he wasnât worthy of that. So you wore the plan dress from the local shop with a short veil and a pair of white flats.
The sheriff had done his best to clean up for the ceremony. Freshly shaved, hair combed neatly, his stomach barely continued above his cumberbund. This man, your husband, your jailer.Â
Your brothers sat in the first row as you listened to the priest. Your vows were nothing special, the same template handed out by the church. To love and obey. Only one of those would be true. You stared at the loose stitches of the veil, your surroundings blurred beyond the white lace.
You hated Arn for trading you away like livestock but you knew deep down your father wouldâve done the same. He wouldâve done worse. You recalled his last words; he wouldâve had you on the street. Maybe this was the best you could hope for.
The room came back into focus as your veil was lifted. Your husband kissed you. He still sent a shiver up your spine every time he touched you. You turned back to the audience, his hand around yours as he led you between the rows of strangers. Your brothers were the only familiar faces though they were hardly welcome.Â
Arn had quickly taken up your fatherâs part in mistreating you, Cal was his mindless followers, and Will, you only saw pity in his eyes. Bodecker guided you between the pews and the doors open to the frigid winter afternoon. He ushered you to the waiting car and was quick to climb in behind you. There would be a dinner awaiting you at town hall; a whole room rented out for the occasion.
âSo,â Bodeckerâs hand settled on your thigh, âAre you wearing it?â
You nodded. He had brought you the lurid attire only nights before. A lacy brassiere and satin panties, stocks and frilly garners; all in as if you were still a virgin. He stretched his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close.
âItâs gonna just be you and me, honey,â he purred, âNo more hiding.â
âYes, Sheriff,â you spoke into your lap.
âLee, or sir. No need to act strange anymore,â he dragged his nose up your cheek and his hot breath choked you. âI canât wait until tonight. Iâve been holdinâ it in so long, god, I could blow now.â
âYou know I hate you, donât you?â You looked at him dead in the face.
A smile slowly spread across his face as he played with the hem of your veil. âWell, donât really matter now, does it?â
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Bodecker, Lee, your personal tormenter; whoever he was, ate as you avoided the same. You felt too sick to do anything but wait out the night. You accepted the congratulations of family and friends that werenât yours and bided your time as he did all the talking. You expected your new life would be filled with these people eating out of the hand of their sheriff in hope that he didnât swat their heads.
He drove you home in his cruiser. A strange end to a strange state of affairs. His house was large and closer to town. It was more modern than your fatherâs old farmhouse but not so tidy. A man living on his own didnât have time to do his dishes before his wedding or put his used socks in the hamper
He closed the door behind you as you looked around. Cleaning was never a pleasure for you, an obligation, a ritual which kept you from dwelling on the bad. At that moment, you wanted to clean up the mess of this manâs life to keep from dealing with your own.
You jumped as he slapped your ass hard enough to make you stumble. You rubbed the stinging flesh beneath your dress and drew away from him. He caught your arm before you could go far.
âThe bedroomâs through there,â he nodded to the doorway on the other side of the room, âA lot better than the car⌠and the coffee cups⌠hmmm?â
âItâs all the same,â you muttered.
âIt gets better each time,â he pulled you against him and groaned. âYouâll see it soon. Youâll feel it.â He leaned in and his hot breath tickled your lips. âGo to the bedroom, get that dress off and wait for me.â
He tapped your ass and let you go as he turned away. He removed his jacket and hung it as you watched his back. You looked at the door. Where would you even go? Your mama once told you marriage wasnât for love, it was practical. A roof over your head. What more could you ask for?
You walked down the hallway and stopped to look at the picture. The fresh-faced corporal didnât look like the ruddy cheeked man with the wrinkle above his brow. Even in black and white, his eyes seemed brighter then. You tore yourself away and found the bedroom at the end.
You supposed you were different too. Different from yesterday, different from a month ago, a year ago, ten years ago. So much could change in so little time.Â
You reached back and unhooked the top of your dress. You struggled to undo each button along your spine as the fabric drew taut across your stomach. A week ago, the dress had seemed looser, same with much of your wardrobe.Â
You shimmied out of the dress and folded it over the walnut dresser. You looked down at yourself and the underwear better fit to the racy scenes in the theatre. You didnât dress like this. You werenât Marilyn or Elizabeth. You were just you and you were entirely out of place.Â
You slipped out of your shoes and unpinned your veil. The ring on your finger chafed your skin. You sighed and turned to sit on the bed. It bounced beneath you as you toyed with the diamond. Say what you would of the man, it had all been adequate. More than.
âYou look good,â Bodecker said and you raised your head as he entered. He began to undress as he strutted across the room. âWife.â
He unbuttoned his shirt as he neared the bed. He looked down at you with a smirk as his bowtie hung loose from his neck.
âYou know what would happen if I didnât marry you?â He pulled his tails loose and wiggled out of the shirt. He tossed it away with his tie, his stomach poking out slightly from his undershirt. âI mean, you could have my bastard inside you right now. You think anyone else wants it?â
Your eyes widened and your lashes fluttered. You bunched up the blankets in your hand as you teetered on the edge of the bed. You shook your head.
âYou see, unlike all those whores, you got more than whatâs between your legs,â he unbuckled his belt and undid his fly. âYou work, real hard. And despite yourself, youâll always need someone to take care of.â
He reached into his underwear and rubbed himself before pulling out his cock. You closed your eyes as he groaned and reached out to caress your cheek.
âOpen your mouth, honey,â he purred. âLet me show how a wife serves her husband.â
You hesitated and he gripped your chin. He squeezed, a warning, and you opened up. He pressed his tip against your lips and pushed so that you let him in. His skin was salty and warm as it slid over your tongue. He hit the back of your throat and your eyes welled.
âMmm mm mm,â he hummed, âThat is good. Come on⌠just a little--â
He grunted as he forced himself down your throat. You choked and he shuddered as his hands held your head firmly. He moved his hips carefully. He slid back and slammed back in. Your eyes rolled back and you tried not to gag as he repeated the motion, each thrust harder than the last.
âFuck, girl, I love that mouth,â he cooed, âNow itâs all mine.â
He pulled you forward as he pushed himself as deep as he could. He jerked into you even harsher than before and you grabbed the top of his pants. He dragged you off the bed and you fell to your knees. He fucked your face and shoved your head back against the mattress. He planted a hand on the bed and hammered into you over and over. Slobber spilled down your chin and you slapped helplessly against his thigh.
âFucking take it,â he growled.
Your vision began to spot as you went limp and he stopped suddenly, halfway down your throat. He snarled and slipped out of your mouth and let you drop to the floor. You leaned forward as you coughed and his belt jingled as he stripped off his pants.
He stepped past you and climbed onto the bed. He fell heavily on his back as you looked up and bent his hands behind his head. His cock stood, glistening, and he grinned.
âBetter climb on, girl,â he said, âWe ainât done yet.â
You grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled yourself up. One knee, then the other, you crawled over to him. It was the first time youâd seen him entirely naked. You stood shakily and reached to the top of the satin panties.
âAh,â he tutted, âJust pull âem to the side.â
Your brows drew together but you didnât argue. Your only hope was to bide him until you were on your own. Make yourself numb to his company and you could reward yourself in your solace.
You got down on your knees and reached between your legs. You took him in one hand and pushed your panties aside with other. You paused as his tip prodded at your entrance then lowered yourself onto him. You withdrew your hands and the satin was taut around the side of his shaft. You stilled and tried to adjust to the fullness.
âWell, come on,â he grabbed your hips and tilted them, âMove.â
You carried the rhythm and rocked atop of him. Your crumpled panties rubbed against your clit and added to the storm brewing in your core. His hands swept up your sides and he cupped your tits through the lace bra. His thumbs rubbed your barely concealed nipples and he groaned.
âShit, itâs so good, honey. So good.â He moved his hips beneath you, âFaster.â
You obeyed and he tugged down the cups the brassiere. He pushed his head into the pillow and gritted his teeth. He grabbed your sides and pulled you to bend over him. He nuzzled your titts and nipped at the tender flesh. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked as you kept your hips moving.
His hands skimmed over your curves and he gripped your hips. He pulled your ass down harder and you flesh clapped against his loudly. He turned his head away as your breast hung over him and you sped up. You were close. So close.
âIâm gonna cum,â he rasped, âIâm gonna--â
You threw back your head and cried out as you orgasmed first. You dug your nails into his arm as you fucked him through your climax and felt him burst inside of you. That joy, that second of joy, was enough to forget, a spark of happiness before it all came back.
You slowed and stilled atop him, out of breath. You sat up, the straps of your bra sagging down your shoulders as he tickled your thighs.
âYou know,â he poked his finger between your legs and flicked your overwrought clit. You twitched and he chuckled. âI canât wait til you got my child inside of you. Seeinâ you all big. Iâm still gonna fuck you.â His other hand rubbed your stomach, âIf youâre anything like your mama, weâll have a whole herd of our own.â He licked his lips as he took your hands and placed them on his chest. âBut you remember, your husband always comes first.â
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Treat You Better (Draco Malfoy) (Theodore Nott)
This is part 1 of a 2-part-series called "Moving on with(out) you" This part is a songfic about "Treat You Better" by Shawn Mendes
This plays roughly at the middle/end of year 5 and is written in Draco's pov.
It's mostly a Draco x reader, seeing as Theo barely appears in the story, but don't you worry, there'll be a part 2 written from Theo's perspective.
Summary: yes this is the first time I'm actually writing a summary. I might add it from now on, not sure yet. Draco watches as (Y/n), his best friend and longtime crush, progressively becomes more and more miserable in their relationship and decides to help them out of it.
Warnings: angst?, relationship struggles,
Word count: 1942 words
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to run into yo-" I was about to let whoever just ran into me hear a piece of my mind, but just as I was about to speak, I heard it. Your voice. The voice which always caused my face to soften, but only for you. It made me look down a little only to find a pair of brilliant (e/c) eyes. (Y/n) (L/n)'s eyes to be exact. Your eyes. "Malfoy" You grinned and pulled me into a side hug, causing me to smile as well. Until I saw your hands intertwined with his, that is. "(L/n)" I greeted back with just as much enthusiasm. I paused as I looked at Theodore Nott. Your boyfriend. Someone who was somewhat a friend of mine, he was not involved in my friend group, much like Blaise and Daphne. "Nott" my voice came out less cheerful and he nodded his head in a way of greeting me back.
You whispered something to the other Slytherin boy. What you said exactly, my ears couldn't pick up on. However, judging by the way he let go of your hand and continued on his way to wherever he spent his lunch break, it had to be something like "Go ahead I'll see you later." It was then, that I took in your form, the way your eyes lit up, but dulled as soon as your boyfriend had left without even giving you a kiss to the cheek or saying so much as a goodbye to you. You always looked drained and tired when you were with him, but I've never seen you look as miserable as the past couple of weeks. "So...Draco." You flashed me your sweetest smile "how are you?"
"Quite alright, what about you?" I returned your question, making some small talk. What I didn't expect you to do though, was to sigh and lean against one of the castle's cool walls "I'm alright."
"Now that is a blatant lie (Y/n). Spill it. What's going on?" I already knew where the conversation was heading and it hurt me to see you like this. After all, I would never make you feel so miserable and with everything I've heard before, what you were about to tell me next was the final straw. "He-he" your lip quivered "Can we go somewhere more private? I don't want to have this conversation in the middle of some hallway." "Of course." I felt the small smile form on my lips as I grabbed your hand and took you to our spot.
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Once you got comfortable on the rug, which decorated the floor in our usual meetup spot, you spoke up again "He's doing it again. We have so many arguments and-" A shaky breath escaped your lips as I sat down next to you. I'm sure my cheeks would've turned a light shade of red at the way you buried your head in my chest had the circumstances been different. I tried to soothe you as I felt your tears staining my uniform "shh.." The sharp breath you inhaled did not go unnoticed by me "I just- I don't know, Theo is great. He's all I ever wanted, we-we're just going through a rough patch at the moment" After hearing this statement, I pulled you from my chest gently, my hands gripping the fabric that covered your shoulders "(Y/n)" I sighed "the two of you are ALWAYS going through a rough patch." You shook your head in disbelief, your (h/l), (h/c) hair swaying from side to side (if you don't have hair just ignore that part). What? Did you think I'd lie to you and tell you what you want to hear, instead of what you need to hear? Now, that would be stupid of you and I know you are many things, but stupid is not one of them, and maybe someday I'd even get to tell you all the things you are. But for now they'd have to stay in my head. "But- but it's going to get better eventually, right? I love him" my heart ached when you said that, but you didn't sound sincere, it sounded more like a question than a statement. "Draco please say something. Theo and I will get through this and be fine again, right? This will all change for the better. I-" You stopped yourself "We just need to get through it together and hold on tight. Sometimes it feels so unbearable, but that's normal. A relationship never comes without a challenge, right?" Your pupils were moving frantically as you searched my eyes.
A sigh left my lips and I moved one hand to your face to brush away your stray tears "I won't lie to you"
"Thank you. I know you'd never lie to me" a small, hopeful smile appeared on your lips. "But that doesn't mean you'll like the truth" I briefly flicked my eyes downward, before meeting your (e/c) ones again "I know he's just not right for you." "DRACO-" you wanted to cut me off, but I wouldn't let you. Not this time. "And you can tell me if I'm off, but I see it on your face" Your tears returned as you stuttered out "see what?"
"I see it, when you say that he's the one that you want" You shook your head in disbelief at my tone of voice. "Theo-Theo is the one that I want." The crack of your voice sent a pain searing through my chest. "(Y/n) please listen to me, you've told me times and times again how he acts around you. How badly he treats you-" This time, you did manage to cut me off "He's just going through a hard time and needs more time for himself. The day will come where he's back to normal. Back to the Theo I fell in love with."
"He's not the Theo you fell in love with anymore, he's changed and grown up and you know it. Besides, even if it does get better, then what?" I felt a scowl make its way onto my features "Who's to say it's not going to happen again? For Salazar's sake (L/n). Nott's draining you completely, he neglects you, he insults you and look at you now. That-that bright smile of yours is completely wiped off your face. You look tired. Don't think I wouldn't notice my dearest friend hurting like that. You know I'm right, that he's not the one for you and that you're spending all your time in this wrong situation and anytime you want it to stop"
"Draco, stop it. Please" I inhaled and exhaled deeply, it was now or never. "I know I can treat you better than he can" The surprised expression suited you, but then again, you always looked beautiful in any situation. Even with those tears cascading down your cheeks, I'd much prefered a smile on your face though. "And any girl like you deserves a gentleman" You didn't seem too opposed to the idea. Of course you weren't, not with the way you always held me close and the sheepish smile that graced your lips when you realized just how close we always were. Yet, that didn't stop my hands from shaking or the nervous sweat I felt, covering my body in a thin layer. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and did my best to continue. I wasn't brave like a Gryffindor, but I was ambitious and I was also determined to show you what you really deserved. "Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying, when you should be with me instead?" Was that a smile I just saw? It sure did look like one. "I know I can treat you better. Better than he can."
"You don't have to do this just to make me feel better" With that, your smile turned to a sad one again. "I'm not pitying you. I'd do anything for you. To see you happy and energetic again. I'll stop time for you the second you say you'd like me to" My fingers gently cradled your tear stained face, as I flashed you a soft smile. Maybe it wasn't my brightest idea to confess when you were still with someone else, but what else was I supposed to do? Leave you trapped in a relationship that is becoming more toxic day by day? No. "I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you, would be everything I need and this could be so different. Tell me what you want to do." My heart fluttered when you put your hand over mine. Over the one which was holding your face. And oh Merlin, that gorgeous grin of yours. "I- I didn't know that's how you felt. I have to think about this Draco. I'm in a relationship still"
"In a toxic, emotionally abusive one" I chimed in. "A relationship nonetheless" you retorted immediately. "Yes. But you feel miserable with him. You should finally end it. Once and for all. 'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman." "It's not that easy. I-" You sighed, but it seemed to me, that you were out of arguments. "Tell me why are we wasting time, on all your wasted crying, when you should be with me instead? I know I can treat you better. Better than he can. Better than he can"
I decided to give you some time to think.
After what felt like hours, I dared to speak up again "(Y/n), please give me a sign." And just like that, you were in my arms, head buried in my chest again, leaving me to press soft kisses to the top of your head to soothe you. "Take my hand, we'll be fine. Promise I won't let you down" To my surprise I felt your hand make contact with mine and cling onto it tightly. Your whole body was wracking with your painful sounding sobs as I heard them slowly turn to sharp inhales. With my free hand, I caressed your back and the back of your head "Just know that you don't have to do this alone." The sound of your sniffles was what I heard, before you shuffled around in my arms, your gaze lifting to meet mine. "Really? You mean it. You'll help me and be there for me?" "When have I ever not been there for you? I Promise I'll never let you down. And do you wanna know why? 'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can and any girl like you deserves a gentleman. So, darling tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying? When you should be with me instead? I know I can treat you better-" you smiled when you cut me off, a genuine smile on your lips. "Better than he can?" You asked and I noticed your voice had a playful tone to it "Better than he can" I tried to reassure you. I'd give everything for you, but what if I turned out to be like my father or if I hurt you just like Theodore Nott did?
But when I felt you lips brush over my own, your arms wrapped around the back of my neck as I held you close, I realized. That now it was you who was reassuring me. "Better than he can." You breathed against my lips, before you pulled me into a kiss.
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I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship (Misty/Fem!V/Jackie) Smut
Notes:Â Sooooo, this isn't really canon to my V's like story, as far as like her actual series goes (which you should look at if you want plot with your porn ayyy) but more of a fun what if, that I was possessed to write at 8am and am now publishing at 2:40 am cause I've lost control of my life and wanna see these three fuck.Â
Warnings: Vaginal sex, cunnilingus, creampies, unprotected sex (fucking wrap it before you tap it, fucking hell Jackie) blowjobs, oral sex, licking cum out of a vagina, just porn, so much porn.
Summary:Â V has a problem, many problems, but we're focusing on the one for today. Her, Jackie, and Misty are friends; really good friends. Completely platonic and chill friends. They're her best friends in fact, the closest friends she's ever had. So, why does she want to fuck them so bad?Â
*Also, the V in this is my own, she is a cis woman and also deaf.Â
V has a problem, multiple problems if sheâs being honest, but one in particular has been overwhelming her as of late. She doesnât do romantic love, sheâs told herself time and time again. A misguided crush as a child and a âwhat could have beenâ when she was a slightly older child. Times when she thought she was in love or could have ended up there, but her hopes were dashed with cruel words or chance. And every other encounter since has been either platonic or just sex. You can be Vâs friend or you can fuck her; no room for romance or muddy waters in the mercâs heart.Â
At least thatâs what she says.Â
At least thatâs what she thought.Â
Then she met Jackie and Misty. The Heywood boy who took her in. His sweetheart of a girlfriend. Her feelings are platonic, she tells herself. Friends, practically family, a platonic sort of love sheâs so rarely found. And thatâs more than enough, her feelings and desires donât go beyond that, she tells herself.Â
She watches Jackie workout at times, meant to spot him. His muscle corded arms strained as he lifts weights, veins prominent and sweat tracing patterns down his skin. Freckled face flushed with exertion and Vâs mouth dry at the thought of tasting the salt of his skin.Â
But, theyâre friends.Â
V will catch herself staring at Misty from time to time when she visits the older womanâs Esoterica shop, getting tarot card readings and helping sort any new inventory thatâs come in. Never missing the way Mistyâs skirt rides up her thighs, showing a peek of soft thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings.Â
But theyâre friends.Â
It's purely platonic when Jackie ruffles her hair, a big warm hand the size of her head, a grin wider than a canyon and sun glinting off his gold cyberware. The butterflies in her stomach and the flush on her face mean nothing more, theyâre friends.Â
And it's strictly platonic when she and Misty bleach their hair together, legs practically entangled when they wait on the couch together. The way Vâs breath catches at the press of skin and the sound of Misty laughing is justâŚÂ Theyâre friends, really, just friends.Â
Theyâre just friends, her mind screams when sheâs sharing a bed with Jackie, pressed close to his warm body and inhaling the smell of his cologne. His large arms wrapped around her and thoughts flickering to if heâd let his hands move lover.Â
Just friends, she tries to beat into her own head, when sheâs reminded of Mistyâs hands gently holding her bruised chin after a bad gig. Close enough V could nearly kiss her black painted lips, what would it feel like having dark lipstick smeared across her neck?Â
Theyâre just friends, but sometimes she wishes they werenât; she tells herself in shame after a night spent thinking of them in Jackieâs bed, him out on a date with Misty. Vâs hand wet with her own slick after hours imagining she was pressed between them, the smell of her sweat sticking to his sheets.Â
Moving out will help, she decides. A little more space, a few more boundaries will keep those lines from blurring so easily. Her friends, just friends, are there to help her move in and set up her new megabuilding apartment.Â
Once everything is settled in, V orders them all takeout for dinner, the least she can do. The trio sits on the floor around her table, the holoprojector showing advertisements above their head. The curved built-in sofa is behind them, but its too far from the table to comfortably eat, plus it doesnât afford the comfort of being closer to each other. Misty and Jackie sitting, nearly on top of each other across the table from V. Trying not to stare at the way his fingers toy with Mistyâs sweater.Â
âCanât believe youâre actually moving out, chica,â Jackie comments after swallowing down a mouthful of dumplings. She swears she hears a hint of melancholy in his voice, but maybe itâs wishful thinking.Â
âCanât mooch off of you and Mama Welles forever,â she signs and talks, comfortable talking when it's just them. The words flow easier, her throat less raw and blocked off.Â
âFor the billionth time, you ainât no fuckinâ mooch, V.âÂ
âSo you say.â V rolls her eyes and takes a drink of Nicola.Â
âPersonally, Iâm happy about it,â Misty states and that soda suddenly feels like cement in Vâs throat. One of her worst fears potentially realized, that Misty or Jackie see her as an interloper, an intrusion on their relationship. That Misty is sick of some random woman sleeping in her boyfriendâs bed.
âWhyâs that?â Jackie asks, half of an eggroll in his mouth.
ââCause now I donât have to sneak around Mama Welles to see V, too.âÂ
âOh,â V swallows hard, feeling the air return to her lungs, âthatâs right, Iâll never understand that whole thing. â Â
Misty is one of the sweetest people in the world and Vâs always considered Jackieâs mom just as nice, but for some reason the two canât seem to see eye to eye. Mama Welles hung up on Jackie getting back with one of his exâs.Â
âSheâll come around eventually, Ma just takes a while to warm up to people.âÂ
âMe, not people, just me. Pretty sure, sheâd jump for joy if you and V were dating,âÂ
V chokes on her noodles, heat flushing up to her hairline at the thought. Not helping, Misty, not helping. Misty laughs at her, V trying to recompose herself.Â
âWhy would you say that?âÂ
âUh, âcause itâs true!~ She adores you, V. Not that I can blame her.âÂ
âPfft,â V rolls her eyes, scoffing, âtrust me, sheâd turn on me in a heartbeat if I tried to steal away her precious baby boy.â Â
V teases Jackie, reaching across the table to squeeze at his cheek, he smacks away her hand, grinning and a flush of red across his cheeks.Â
âFuck off!âÂ
âTrue, she is so protective of her precious, Jaquito~â Misty joins in, giggling and scratching her nails along his chin.Â
âI didnât sign up to be harassed today,â he pretends to complain.Â
âNo sign up necessary, my harassment comes free and unsolicited~,â V reaches for an eggroll and accidentally knocks an open can of cola into Jackieâs lap, âshit!âÂ
âAh, fuck,â Jackie flinches a bit as cold soda hits his crotch.Â
âSorry, sorry,â V blurts out, grabbing up napkins and starting to reach over the table to dry him.Â
âI, uh, got it! Itâs fine!â Jackie quickly stops her and she realizes she was a fraction of an inch away from trying to rub his dick dry.Â
âUh, right, sorry, I, sorry.â V falls back on her but, trying to pretend she isnât embarrassed by the instinct.Â
âIts okay, V,â Jackie insists, trying to dry his pants, âwhatâs a wet sticky dick between friends?â
âJackie!â V yells at his innuendo, the audacity of this man, meanwhile Misty is giggling behind her hand.
âIt shouldnât stain,â Misty says when she stops giggling, rubbing Jackieâs shoulder, âI think you left some clothes at my place, you can change there, so you donât have to wear wet pants all the way back to Heywood.â
And thatâs right, theyâll be leaving at some point. Sheâll be having her first night alone in her apartment, just herâŚÂ She taps her fingers against the floor, staring at a seam on her couch. Sheâs an adult, she reminds herself, she can handle being alone.Â
âYeah, weâll go ahead and get out of your hair, V.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, appreciate the help,â she hopes her signing and voice donât give away her discomfort. Then thereâs a gentle hand over her own, neatly painted black fingernails on her skin, warm and smooth skin compared to Vâs more calloused flesh. Misty having shifted closer to the side of the table, so she could reach V.Â
âUnless, you donât want us to go?âÂ
âUhh,â what kind of adult canât be alone in her own apartment, V admonishes herself, âI-âÂ
âYou still have trouble sleeping alone, right?â Jackie asks, raising an eyebrow, eyes concerned.Â
âI mean⌠I donât expect anyone to coddle me, I-âÂ
âIt's not coddling, V, we care about you. Adjusting is hard and if us sleeping here tonight helps, weâre happy to do it.âÂ
âYou know weâd do anything for you, chica.âÂ
âUh, okay then, I can sleep on the couch and you two can have the bed-âÂ
âPffft,â Jackie scoffs, âdonât be stupid, weâve been sharing a bed half that size for the past three months, V. The last thing I expect is for you to sleep on the couch.âÂ
âOkay, if youâre both cool with it.âÂ
And thatâs how she ends up in her new bed with her two friends. Misty wearing a set of Vâs sleep clothes, the shorts and shirt riding up slightly on the older woman just a few inches taller than the merc. Jackie stripped down to just his boxer briefs and V is accustomed to that she reminds herself, her partner in crime, sleeping in his underwear next to her more times than she can count. But, lately everything feels...muddier.Â
V faces the wall, on her side, Misty and Jackie cuddling behind her. They nearly pulled her between them, but she stopped them, insisting she sleep fine so long as thereâs just someone near her. And thatâs true, the warmth and knowledge that sheâs not alone helps plenty, but more so sheâs just not sure she would have survived the night pressed between them. Even like this⌠she struggles to sleep, feeling their bodies radiating warmth behind her. She stares at the wall and tries to name stars, her go to trick for sleeping.Â
Then thereâs shifting movement behind her, the feeling of the bed shifting a bit, and Mistyâs foot slightly nudging Vâs ankle. The little merc twists around onto her other side to see whatâs going on, if Misty or Jackie need something and her breath catches in her throat.Â
Misty is pressed tight to Jackieâs chest, the couple spooning with her back to his front. His face is pressed into her neck, V canât hear his face nor read his lip, but she can see them moving against Mistyâs skin. Jackieâs large hands are toying with Mistyâs body, one hand down between her thighs and the other pushing her shirt up to grope her breast. Mistyâs eyes are shut, head arched back just slightly, mouth slightly open as her boyfriend teases her.Â
V canât help but stare, face a sharp shade of crimson, at the sight of the shirt being pushed up to reveal the underside of Mistyâs breast, the muscles in Jackieâs forearm tightening as he fingers her. Its a lot to take in, the sight, the feelings; the knowledge that theyâd do this just inches from V. Desire and heat build in her center, her cunt getting wet at watching her friends fool around, finding herself imagining what itâd be like to have Jackieâs thick calloused fingers pushing inside of her or how soft Mistyâs breast would feel in her hand. Then Jackie pushes the shirt all the way up above Mistyâs chest, plump breasts and stiffening nipples on full display.Â
V shouldnât be seeing this; shame and humiliation mix with her arousal.Â
Friends. Theyâre friends, damn it!
The speed at which V turns away from the sight, sends her half into the wall; knee and hands hitting it. She can feel Misty and Jackie shooting up behind her, mattress shifting, V tries to burrow down into her pillow hoping the two will somehow be convinced she just moved in her sleep. But the hand rubbing over her shoulder tells her thatâs not the case. She forces herself to sit up and face her friends, just friendsâŚÂ
Misty and Jackie are sitting up more in the bed, Mistyâs clothes back in place. Their faces are both flushed, Jackie isnât making eye contact with V. Misty hands V her hearing aid case, a gentle unspoken request for her to put them in so itâs easier to talk. And V doesnât want to talk about it, doesnât want to deal with this, doesnât want to ruin this. But she canât deny the soft look in Mistyâs emerald green eyes, sliding her hearing aids in.Â
âSorry, chicaâŚâ Jackie awkwardly apologizes the second V can hear.
âOkayâŚnight... â Is all V can manage, hoping this will be the end of it, hoping she doesnât have to confront everything swelling up inside of her. V reaches up to take out her hearing aids, intent on just quickly pulling them out and rolling back over, to pretend this never happened.Â
Mistyâs hand reaches her face first, cupping Vâs chin and forcing the merc to make eye contact. Though her eyes do drift back and forth between Mistyâs lips and eyes. The closeness makes it all the more tempting to just kiss herâŚÂ
But Misty beats her to it, nothing but tender press of their lips together. And V never in a million years believed of the three that Misty would be the one to break first. Yet here they are, a soft kiss that lasts all of a moment before Misty starts to pull away, a quick peck meant to test the waters, but V chases after it, capturing the older womanâs lips again. Her kiss is a far cry from Mistyâs, hungrier, deeper and anything but chaste as she pushes her tongue into the blondeâs mouth.Â
âShit,â Jackie curses, voice low and hungry as he watches his girlfriend and best friend makeout. V smiles into the kiss, finally breaking away.Â
âWeâre a pair of Catholic school girl uniforms away from acting out Jackieâs favorite BD, arenât we?â V canât help but tease remembering a few⌠select pieces from her friends collection.Â
âHey!âÂ
V falls back against the bed laughing, that sort of tension and fear melting away. Misty and Jackie laugh too; the sound music to Vâs ears, the merc suddenly thankful she kept the hearing aids in. They kissed and the world didnât end. Thereâs no irreparable damage and if they wanted maybe they could all leave it there, a weird exchange that ended in laughter. Nothing has to change. One kiss between friends, no big deal.Â
Then Misty is climbing over her, moving to be on the other side of V, pressing against that side as Jackie moves in closer; placing her between them.Â
âHello, can I he-â she starts to tease, then Jackieâs lips are on hers. His large warm hand on her chin, keeping her in place as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She works to meet his movement, to give as good as she gets, kissing him back with the same passing. A moan leaving the back of her throat and dying on Jackieâs tongue when he shifts the angle to kiss her deeper. She grabs his bicep, feeling his muscles to anchor herself.Â
And, okay, itâs two kisses now. Whatâs two kisses between friends?
Jackie pulls away, pressing his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb over her chin.Â
âBeen wanting to do that for a while, mija,â he admits tenderly.Â
And thatâs it, it's all too far gone and sheâs done caring.Â
âNeed you, both of you,â V finally says it, puts the words out into the world and prepares herself for what comes next.Â
Then Jackie pulls her shirt off over her head, leaving Vâs breasts exposed, her nipple piercings glinting in the lowlight of the room. Delicate fingers push past the waistband of Vâs shorts, Misty finding and stroking Vâs clit as Jackie dips his head to suck at the mercâs breast. She whimpers at the treatment, overwhelmed and squirming as the couple plays with her body. Slick coats Mistyâs fingers and Vâs thighs, the mercâs cunt clenching with every rub of her clit. Jackieâs tongue teases and licks at her piercing, he sucks at her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen on his tongue. Mistyâs fingers slip lower, pushing inside of V. Its all too much, Vâs pleasure building higher and higher inside of her. Jackie gives a little nip, not a true bite just the slight pressure of his teeth on her breast just as Misty adds a third finger. And it snaps, V crying out as she cums on Mistyâs hand,Â
Jackie pulls off of Vâs breast and Misty pulls slick coated fingers out of her cunt, the merc panting.Â
âDidnât realize you were that sensitive, V,â Jackie teases, breath hot on her ear.Â
âShut up.âÂ
âItâs cute,â Misty assures her, kissing softly across Vâs cheek and neck.Â
âSo, cute,â Jackie says, but his voice with that edge of condescension before he bites her neck. She whines but responds by rubbing a hand over his cock, grinning when he jumps.Â
âYeah, let's see how well you handle it,â she taunts, pushing him back flat against the bed as she straddles him.Â
His hard cock rubs against her, her shorts and his boxers the only thing between them. She kisses across his chest. Tracing her tongue along his tattoos and freckles, sliding her hand between them to palm his dick, feeling the warmth of it through the fabric. She trails her kisses down, watching his head dip back against the pillow, cursing under his breath as she makes her way lower and lower down his torso and stomach. She pulls her mouth away when it hits fabric, as much as sheâd love to settle between his legs and tease him through his boxers, Sheâs not about to forget about Misty.Â
V pulls away to press closer to Jackieâs side, looking up to see Misty, staring at them, enraptured. The merc stretches over Jackieâs lap to catch the back of Mistyâs head, tangling her fingers in the short layers of hair, bringing the older woman in for another kiss. She uses this to gently pull and encourage Misty over closer, until theyâre both pressed tight against one side of Jackieâs legs, making out just above his erection. They break apart, with V giving a soft bite to Mistyâs lower lip before hooking her fingers into the bottom of Mistyâs shirt pulling it off over her head. She canât help but get another eyeful of Mistyâs chest, before turning her attention back to Jackie, intent on showing why having two people play with you tends to make a person more sensitive.Â
V slips her fingers into the top of Jackieâs boxer briefs, starting to pull them down, Misty helping her as Jackie raises his hips for them. The girls quickly getting the boxers off; V swallows hard at the sight of his dick. Heâs big, something she always figured considering heâs nearly a giant towering over both Misty and V. Its flushed red at the head, thick with prominent veins, and leaking precum on his lower stomach. Misty and V get their tongues on him, making Jackie curse aloud. V lapping the head of his cock to taste his precum, teasing her tongue piercing along the flushed sensitive skin. Misty, tracing the underside, licking along the veins and shaft of his cock.Â
V pulls away for a moment as Misty licks up Jackieâs cock. The merc watches as Misty takes the length of Jackieâs dick into mouth, inch after inch pushing past her kiss-swollen lips. V takes to licking the places where Mistyâs mouth can reach, the part of his cock she canât force down her throat without risk of gagging, Vâs tongue chases after Mistyâs mouth as she pulls up, tasting Mistyâs spit on his cock, until sheâs pulling off his dick with a pop. Before V can follow suit, taking her turn to feel his dick in her throat, he stops them. Large thick fingers tangling in bleached hair.Â
âStop, fuck, fuck, gonna-fuck,â he groans out, nearly choking on his words.Â
âAww, feeling sensitive?â V teases, biting at his thigh.Â
âNot helping, V.âÂ
âI donât think she was trying to help, Jackie,â Misty jokes, sharing a sly smile with V as they watch Jackie try to keep from blowing his load right there. Jackie reaches down and squeezes Mistyâs ass, making her yelp at the sudden attention.Â
âWanna feel you, carina,â he tells Misty, teasing her cunt through her shorts. Â
V helps Misty pull off her shorts, leaving her completely naked. The young merc can see the slick sticking to the inside of Mistyâs inner thighs and all she wants to do is lap it up. But Jackie is already manhandling Misty, helping her move to straddle his lap, with her back towards him and facing V; reverse cowgirl style. Misty puts her hands back on Jackieâs chest, leaning her weight back on him as he holds her hips, his fingers squeezing the soft plush flesh.Â
Slowly, Jackie pulls Misty down on his cock, making her moan out as he fills her. He bounces Misty on his cock, fucking up into her. V watches agape, not sure where she wants to focus, from where the two meet, his cock pumping into Mistyâs tight cunt. Or to Misty as a whole, the woman put on full display for V to watch as her breasts bounce with every thrust and she cries out with every slap of flesh hitting flesh.Â
She settles for doing much more than just watching, V dipping her head between their thighs and licking where Jackie and Misty connect. Its a sloppy mess, trying to keep up with Jackieâs pace as he pound into Misty. V laps and licks at his cock where she can, tasting Mistyâs slick on him, kissing where Mistyâs cunt takes in Jackieâs cock. She sucks and teases Mistyâs clit, her own cunt clenching at the way the added pleasure makes Misty scream out. Vâs mouth and tongue are everywhere they can be, desperate and sloppy in her rush to taste the couple, to add to their pleasure.Â
Misty grabs the back of Vâs hair when she cums, pinning the merc in one spot as she screams out her release. Vâs left to drool and keep her tongue out as Mistyâs cunt and Jackieâs cock rub against her. She tastes the rush of Mistyâs slick first, gushing and twitching as her pussy is overwhelmed. Then V tastes the bitter salt of Jackieâs cum, him cursing as he fills Misty and then keeps cumming, thick white spilling out and dripping back down his cock. The couple still, both panting heavily and Misty relaxing, letting Vâs hair go as the young merc continues to lick up the mess. Misty collapses, practically boneless laying on Jackieâs chest.Â
Jackie gets his hands under her thighs and starts to bring them back, Misty whimpering as heâs able to hold her legs up, nearly bringing her knees to her chest. The shift in position causes his cock to slip out of her, his cum now spilling freely from Mistyâs cunt, a wet messy show for V.Â
âClean her up for me, V?â He asks it as casually as heâd ask V to lend her car. And V is just as happy to oblige.Â
V buries her tongue inside of Misty, moaning softly when Misty squeals at the feeling. Its a mess of Jackieâs cum and Mistyâs, mingling on Vâs tongue as she licks it up like sheâs starved for it. Misty is a sensitive mess, being eaten out so soon after being fucked to pieces, but V doesnât hold back; rubbing a thumb over the womanâs swollen clit while she laps up every drop of Jackieâs cum. Thereâs a shake in Mistyâs thighs, instinct telling her to clench them shut, to trap V between her legs, but Jackie keeps her spread wide; only able to whimper and whine as the mess is licked up as her twitching wet clit is teased alongside every stroke of Vâs tongue.Â
With each lick V tastes less and less of Jackieâs mess, cleaning up the creampie heâd left inside of Misty. And she doesnât know what it is that sends Misty over the edge, one too many rubs of Vâs thumb over her clit or particularly deep lick, V desperate to truly swallow down every drop of seed. But something does and Mistyâs sent into a second orgasm, trembling and gushing against Vâs tongue, screaming out as the pleasure consumes her. The merc slows down gently,steadily easing Misty through the aftershocks, until sheâs done trembling. Â
Jackie lets go of Mistyâs legs, letting her body relax as she gently moves to lay against his side. His cock is still half hard and thereâs an itch inside of V that hasnât quite been scratched, still wet and twitching between her thighs, the crotch of her thin shorts sticky with slick. But she doesnât want to push it, she thinks as she goes to lay down on his other side. But, he has different ideas it seems, an idea catching in his mind as Vâs in the midst of moving, on her hands and knees about to drop down onto the mattress. Despite his size he moves fast, grabbing at Vâs hips and making her freeze, on his knees behind her as he pulls her ass back against his cock. She whines at the friction, as he grinds against her, quickly getting his cock fully hard again. Misty laying against the pillows next to them, satiated and content to watch the V and Jackie chase another orgasm.Â
And he yanks her shorts down as far as he can without changing the position, exposing her slick needy cunt.Â
âFuck,â the low hungry curse sends a chill along Vâs spine, the head of his cock leaving wet across her ass, before he rubs it over her sex.Â
There's a part of her that thinks they shouldnât, that this is the step too far, a line that canât be uncrossed; as if she hadnât just had her face buried in Mistyâs pussy. But, she needs this and by the tight hold Jackie has on her hips, he does too. A line that needs to be crossed even if it canât be undone. An experience that has to be had, just to know what itâs like.Â
Then heâs sinking into her, pulling her back onto his cock, filling her. Vâs eyes roll back, a silent cry on her tongue as sheâs stretched and stuffed. Too much, too much; but exactly what she needs. Despite his size, he fills her easily, her body too needy to resist the push of him into her. He doesnât give her time to adjust, not that she needs or truly wants it. Theyâre both at their limit, just needing this, to know what itâs like to be connected this way; to feel his cock pounding into her, to feel her cunt clenching around him.Â
She lets him set the pace, too overwhelmed to do anything, whimpering as he brutally fucks her; pulling her back against him as he thrusts forward. Both too far gone and desperate for this to be softer. The skin slapping together, sound ringing out through the apartment, a wet squelch everytime he sinks inside of her. Jackie uses her like a toy, like a human sized fleshlight to chase his own end with. And she knows she means more than that, in the moment it feels good to just be used, to be manhandled and fucked apart, to be a pillow princess taking his dick however he sees fit to give it. Each thrust sending her spiraling deeper and deeper into her pleasure, fucked stupid and mindless, unable to think of anything but how it feels to be fucked by him.Â
And that pleasure overwhelms quicker than she expects, bubbling over and orgasm hitting her before she even truly realized she was close. Mind going completely blank and throat raw as she screams out, cumming on his cock, toes clenching. And he fucks her through it, draws it out until heâs cursing under his breath and spilling inside of her. His second load, a little lighter than the creampie he left Misty with, but still thick and too much for Vâs cunt to hold; the mess leaking down her thighs as she comes down from her high.Â
She whimpers when he pulls out, suddenly empty and more of his cum spilling from inside of her. Jackie collapses, in the middle of the bed, between Misty and V, sweaty and panting. V canât help but laugh, throwing her shorts completely off, as Misty curls up close to his side. Jackie wraps an arm around Mistyâs hip. His other hand skims Vâs back as she leans over them to take her hearing aids out, putting them on the side table, then sheâs pulled down to lay against his chest. V nuzzles in, looking at Mistyâs face across the expanse of Jackieâs chest, V being held just as tightly to his side. Mistyâs hand is on his chest and V reaches up, intertwining their fingers, earning her a soft serene smile from the older woman.Â
And thereâs a lot thatâll need to be talked about. So many questions as to what this all means; what does V even want this to mean? A one time thing they donât talk about, donât deal with. A friendship ruiner, the start of something⌠new. So many possibilities and each one brings with it a different sort of anxiety. But for now, sheâs content to sleep curled up under the sheets with her friends.Â
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Love potion AU
Part 1
Peter Parker x Reader
Words: 2k
Summary: Peter Parker, infatuated with an uninterested MJ, creates a liquid potion to have her fall in love with him, but what if the wrong person drinks it???
Warnings: lowkey angst, Peter is a desperate fool, Ned is a supportive friend and MJ is an absolute queen.Â
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âHey Pete-â You blush, books clutched between your arms.Â
âHey.â You notice Peter glancing behind you constantly, barely acknowledging your greeting. A forced thin tight smile replaces your shy smile, but soon recovers when you see Ned beside you, you give him a grin, readjusting your backpack strap,Â
âHey Ned, new hat?â You chuckle lightly at the boy with a red fedora sitting on top of his hair.Â
âWhy Hello, mâLady, and yes- I do have a new hat in the collection.â He beamed, you laugh at his response,Â
âWell it looks great on you-âÂ
âHey, have you guys seen MJ? I havenât seen her enter the school yet-â Peter interrupted your conversation with Ned, His eyes scanning the hallways and the entrance doors.Â
âPeter, give it a rest- MJ made it quite obvious that sheâs not interested in a relationship right now-â Ned seemed tired of constantly lecturing his friend about his crush on the girl, but that didnât seem to stop him from ogling her from afar.
âYeah- I know Ned, but maybe I can convince her to-â Ned was quick to shut that down,Â
âAbsolutely not- Peter, do you realize how insane that sounds?!â It sounded like Ned was about to patronize the boy some more before you decided you heard enough and walk away, sad and in a way- feeling a bit rejected. Although you did nothing that would cause you to become rejected, you felt like Peter rejected your presence in general. Itâs not anything new, itâs not like itâs the first time either. You fell for Peter when you first met him, the boy was an absolute sweetheart, you had no idea why every girl wasnât head over heels like you were. The kindest and most genuine smile youâve ever seen resting upon his face with adoring puppy brown eyes. With a heavy heart you went to your first period class 10 minutes early.Â
Ned finished his lesson with his friend, Peter grumbling under his breath- Ned spun around in your direction just to find that you weren't there, even glancing around hoping you havenât left⌠again. Again and again, every day- you always left early and Ned noticed, he also noticed when Peter didnât. Dejected, Ned sighs loudly before glaring at his best friend,Â
âWell, are you happy?â He huffs
Peter cocks his head to the side, brows furrow, clearly puzzled, âAboutâŚ?âÂ
Ned was getting frustrated, âOh, you know- the fact that youâve technically been a horrible friend and blatantly ignored Y/nâs existence.âÂ
âY/n was here?â Ned reached over and slapped the back of Peterâs head.Â
âOw! What the hell Ned!â Peter rubbed the back of his head realising a groan.Â
âYou deserve that, and more-â Ned then turned on his heels and walked to his first period as soon as the bell rang, a slightly disoriented Peter ran after him, his curls bouncing along with his small jog,
âWhat? Why? Ned!... Wait- god, Ned! What does that mean?!âÂ
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*y/n*
âGod, I donât even know what to do anymore! Itâs like- Itâs like I donât even exist! Not even as friends! He couldnât even look me in the eyes! Iâm not that ugly⌠am I? Maybe-â You lay on your bed with your legs up against the wall while a bit of your head peeks off the side.Â
âAlright let me stop you right there.â Michelle interjected, looking up from her book and placing her book mark before shutting it closed, âYou are not ugly- donât ever second guess that, plus the fact that you question your value because of some boy is just plain stupid, I mean like, women have been subjected to a society where our beauty and our worth is determined by men, and thatâs honestly disgusting, like who the hell do they think they are-â
âMJ~â you grumble, plopping a pillow on your face.
âRight right, my bad- point is, youâre a bad bitch- and no boy should make you feel like youâre less, I mean this is Peter weâre talking about right?â MJ reaches and nudges the pillow away from your grasp, hitting the ground with a soft thud, you nod in agreement,Â
âThatâs the thing MJ, like I understand Iâm not supposed to let a boy make me feel less but when I look at him, itâs like the whole room lights up,â your hands flailing above you, occasionally tangling your fingers through your h/c hair, âand he has the most beaming smile and it just melts my heart, and I just can't keep that âI donât give a fuck what you sayâ attitude with him.â A smile creeps on your face a tthe thought of the adorable boy with the brown locks and puppy dog eyes, âI just wanna tell him that heâs the sweetest and he makes my knees go weak and my heart swoons and wants to jump out of my chest at the sight of his beautiful fucking face.â you finish with a sigh, as if youâd been holding that in all day, and you kind of were.Â
âFirst of all, give me a second to hold back the urge to projectile vomit all over your room-âÂ
You let out a chuckle as you cover your face with your hands, your ears burning in embarrassment, âMJ, stoooopâ Your handâs muffling your words
âNo seriously, that was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard in my life- did you rehearse that?â She laughs. You donât reply to her question.Â
âY/n, tell me you donât rehearse that in the mirror-â She gasps with a smile
âI mean sometimes-â Before you can finish, Michelle is bursting with laughter, your laugh shortly joins along.Â
You adored these moments with your best friend, and you appreciated how forward and comfortable she got with you after a bit in your friendship, you guys were such great friends, anyone could see it. Not a lot of people saw this side of Michelle, the funny, goofy, and loving person you know now. You could understand why Peter fell in love with her, I mean not only does she have a great personality, but she is absolutely stunning as well without even trying, wearing no makeup and a simple jogger and t-shirt and she could be on the cover of Vogue.Â
Michelleâs laughter died down, wiping her tears that were at the edge of her eyes, coughing a bit from the force her lungs gave out, âgod, who is this girl Peter is so âIn Loveâ with, as you put it, anyways?âÂ
Your laughter died down, clearing your throat a bit, you sat up, your legs crossed beneath you, âum, well- itâs kinda hard to explain-â your eyes drop to your fingers that tug on your cuticles, a habit you had if you were nervous or anxious, Michelle notices, âStop picking at your fingers, you know that theyâll bleed,â you jerk your fingers away and instead start playing with the loose strings from your socks, âand what's complicated about Peters crush?â her eyes squint as if sheâs trying to get into your head.Â
âWell, i-itâs not that itâs complicated- itâs just, i dunno⌠I- â your eyes are on your shirt, your teeth nibbling on your lower lip.Â
âY/n, would you quit stalling and just tell me?â MJ stands up and sits on the bed, shifting to lay her head on your lap, you softly chuckle at her antics and lightly slap her forehead, âGod bless that foreheadâ you giggle as Michelle groans.Â
âSo?â her finger reaches up and boops your nose. Dejected you sigh.Â
Might as well tell the truth, lying will just get me into more shit anyways. Besides, MJâs my best friend, she deserves the truth.Â
âLiz.â god, you felt like a dumbass.Â
âLiz?â MJ cringesÂ
Alright, nowâs your chance to come clean-
âYup! I know right.â Your voice definitely went up a couple octaves, your palms instantly clamming up.Â
âHuh, I guess that makes sense-â She shrugs
âY-yeah, I definitely think so too... âÂ
Makes sense?? What is that supposed to mean??Â
âNo you donât, listen- donât stress about it. Liz has nothing on you, â MJ smirks up at you, sitting up and placing her hands on her shoulders making you face her, â You are stunning y/n, like genuinely- Iâm not saying this because youâre my best friend- because you know that iâm brutally honest 24/7, iâm saying this because itâs true.â Your ears burn pink and you cast your gaze to the side, âHey, look at me- I mean it. You are so beautiful, no matter what- all those imperfections? All those flaws? They are beautiful and they are real. They prove that you arenât a fake ass bitch who replaced everything with plastic surgery, it means that you have flaws and that you love your own flaws. Ok? And if Peter canât see your beauty while accepting your imperfections, then he's absolutely not worth your time.â Hearing MJ talk so highly of you made your eyes brim with tears, MJ smiles in adoration.Â
You let out a choked up laugh âThanks MJâ you sniffle
âOf course, y/n. And remember what I said about boys?âÂ
âBoys aint shitâ You burst into giggles
âThatâs right queen, and donât you forget it-â She stands up and holds your hands in hers, dragging you to your feet, âNow letâs go get pizza or something- Iâm starving.â she begins pulling you towards the door, You laugh once again and follow her out.Â
*Peter*Â
âItâs honestly incredible how he just suddenly comes back to life, I mean what a plot twist-â Ned was ranting about the End of Skywalker, Peter couldnât bring himself to care honestly so focused on finding a way to make the girl of his dreams fall for him. Was he looking it up? Yes. Every wikipedia article, witchy craft site, fuckboy sites, everything.Â
âPeter, are you even listening to me?â Ned sighs and puts on the spiderman mask.
âSounds fantastic, ned.â a mumble leaves Peters lips as his fingers mindlessly tap at the keyboard for more results to his search.Â
âSee, that response right there doesnât make sense. I mean I asked a yes or no question and you replied with âfantasticâ-âÂ
âWoah. no wayâ Peter once again mindlessly interrupted his friend.Â
âOh for the love of god, Peter! Give it a rest bro! This is deadass everyday, like all you talk about is having her fall for you! Besides all those sites won't help, to make MJ fall for you would take some magical miracle!â Ned burst, feeling lightheaded.Â
Finally Peter stops his rapid typing and spins to look at Ned, eyeâs wide and his jaw to the floor, âNed! You absolute genius!â Peter shoots up from his seat, grasping his coat and wallet as well as his house keys.Â
âIâm- what is going on-â Ned removes the mask, confusion written all over his face.Â
âMagic, Ned! Magic! Iâll be right back, dude- Bye!â and with that Peter left in search of a magical wizard.Â
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âNo absolutely not.â Dr. Strange muttered as he read his book, probably a spiritual thing.
âOh come on, Mr. Strange-â Peter pleaded, nearly pouting.Â
âItâs Doctor Strange, and my answer is still no.â Dr. Strange stood up, his eyes glued to the book as he swirled his hands in a graceful motion to create a small table with more books and a glass of tea of which Dr. Strange takes a sip of before walking around some more. Peter right on his heels.Â
âLook, all Iâm asking is to have a small enchanting spell of some kind, or even a potion-âÂ
Finally Dr.Strange finally looks up from his book and turns towards the young spiderboy, âPeter, you do realize that you are asking me to enchant a human-âÂ
âOf course I know-âÂ
âNo you donât, you are tampering with the emotions of a human being. This could cause some real trauma to the one being enchanted. Are you aware of that?â Strange seemed to become frustrated with Peterâs persistence.Â
âWell⌠I am now-â Peterâs gaze fell at his feet, fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he had when he was nervous, âListen- I understand if you donât want to help me, but all I want is some time. Just.. I dunno, a week- to prove that I can be the perfect boyfriend for her. I just want time to show her, and when the time runs out, if sheâs still not interested, then I wonât insist. Please.â Peterâs soft brown eyes gazed up at the wizard, his pout showing itself.Â
âOh no⌠not the pout.â Dr.Strange groans, he rubs his eyes in frustration, inhaling deeply before muttering, âOne week. No more than one week.âÂ
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And that concludes part one of my Love Potion AU series! thanks so much for reading- and iâm so sorry it took so long, like I said, Iâm a HUGE procrastinator. Let me know if youâd like to be tagged or have any suggestions on how to improve my writing! Thanks Again and I hope you enjoy!Â
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âĄď¸HOME**âĄď¸
arĂłn piper preference
*sexual content, mentions of sex*
()= where you're from
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-after living in Madrid for almost 10 months now you were finally heading home to (wherever you're from)
-and the best thing was, your friends were coming with you
-it had been Miguel's idea to come to () with you
-and a couple others had agreed
-so you were currently on the plane sitting next to ArĂłn to your left and Omar to your right
-Miguel and Itzan were sitting across your guys' seats
-you and aron were sharing a blanket
-Omar was sleeping on your shoulder which was slightly uncomfortable since his head was crushing your shoulder a bit
-but it wouldnt be too long of a flight so it seemed fine
-âhow do you feel?" arĂłn then asked you quietly not to wake omar
-you looked at him and smiled
-âgood, i cant wait to get home again."
-he smiled as well and then held his headphone out to you
-âwanna share?"
-smiling you nodded and put the AirPod in your right ear
-arĂłn and you werent officially dating or anything but you both could feel the tension once you were alone
-you knew he wanted you
-he was terrible at hiding his boners sometimes
-and you werent subtle yourself
-you walked around in panties on purpose something just to tease him a little
-or âaccidentally" not locking the door when you were taking a shower
-but you guys had never actually hooked up or anything
-to everyone and arĂłn himself you were the innocent shy girl that had never been touched before
-which was kind of true but this man did things to you that you couldnt explain
-âif you want to sleep you can put your head on my shoulder if you want."
-you looked at him again and sent him your sweetest smile
-âthank you." he smiled back at you and then started the music
-after some time of listening to his playlist the turbulences got pretty bad, you grabbed arĂłns thigh out of reflex rather harshly
-he looked down at your hand for a couple of seconds before realizing how your hand was extremely close to his dick
-you didnt even get it, you were still a little scared
-âsorry." you then said after realizing and pulled away your hand
-âno problem. Need a hand?" he then spoke
-you nodded shyly and he then intertwined your guys' hands
-âif you get scared just grab a little more north alright?" arĂłn then grinned and made you instantly blush
-(also a little horny tbh)
-âmaybe i will." you laughed and put your head on his shoulder while your intertwined fingers were laying in your lap
-âyou're blushing bonita." his deep voice then whispered right into your left ear giving you goosebumps
-âshut up cabrĂłn." was your last words before you closed your eyes and just enjoyed his body warmth and the music
-you then actually had fallen asleep and were woken by someone touching your cheek
-âwe're landing in 20 minutes." aron whispered in his deep voice giving you immediate chills
-your guys' hands were still intertwined under the blanket which made you pretty happy
-âokay." you whispered back and dug your head deeper in his shoulder
-âhow long did i sleep for?"
-he gave your hand a little squeeze and then answered:"for about 2 hours."
-you had slept on his shoulder for about 2 hours and he hadnt even complained
-âyour hand is so warm." he then said and smiled at you
-you didnt know what to say so you just smiled back at him -âomar is still sleeping?" you then started laughing after realizing how he was hanging off his seat
-âsĂ, i guess."
-you then excused yourself, carefully crawled past Omar to get to the bathroom that was close to your seats
-you finished your business and then wanted to get some water
-while you were standing there waiting for your water, someone brushed your back super closely and you turned around feeling a little harassed
-obviously it was just aron messing with you
-âwhat are you doing?" you asked quietly while he was pressing up against your butt with his crotch
-ânothing. I just got a stain on my pants and need some water to get it out. You can help me if you want."
-you didnt even get how he was trying to flirt so you casually went into the little bathroom with him and took some wet toilet paper
-âgracias y/n." aron grinned at you and you just smiled back
-you then unintentionally sunk down on your knees to remove the little coffee stain from his leg
-when you looked up you realized what was happening
-âoh you little fuck." you cursed and stood up again
-âtook you a while hun." ArĂłn grinned and put his right hand on your hips
-âhow else was i supposed to get you in here?" he asked seductively
-âwhy would you want to be in here?" your innocent soul asked him afterwards
-he started laughing and then leaned in to whisper into your ear
-âyou know that if we were dating i'd fuck you right here right now huh?"
-you swallowed and backed off a little bit
-you got so uncomfortable by him saying that for a reason you didnt know yourself
-but it also turned you on and you stared into his eyes
-âokay." you just said and didnt even notice how he then was pushing you against the wall
-ây/n come on. I know how much you'd like it."
-you didnt really know what to say so you decided to play a little
-âaron please, we're friends." you spoke with a fake sad expression
-but then you grabbed his dick through his jeans, smiled up at him and left to go back to you seat fast
-a couple of minutes aron came back to his seat and gave you an expression you couldn't immediately figure out
-he just sat down and looked out of the window
-his boner was gone is what you noticed right away
-âyou okay?" you then asked him sincerely since you thought something happened
-he looked at you and then noticed that omar was now awake
-he leaned in a little and whispered:"im going to ruin you once we're alone again, bitch."
-you laughed and then replied:"sorry cant do, im a virgin."
-âwell.." he started
-then his eyes visibly scanned your body up and down
-âi guess imma have to call you princesa then."
-he grinned and then placed his hand on your thigh
-âquĂŠ pasa in the bathroom guys?" omar got curious
-âvas a necesitar auriculares por la noche omar."
(you're going to need headphones at night omar)
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Disney Prince!AU with Wonho [Hoseok]
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Wonho [Lee Hoseok] as Disneyâs Hercules â
moodboard linkÂ
Group: Monsta X
Member: Lee Wonho / Hoseok
Genre: fluff, romance
part of the Disney Prince seriesÂ
Type: Bulletpoint AU
Word Count: 1.9k
born a demigod
son of Zeus and a mortal mother
he absolutely adores his mother
heâs not ashamed to say heâs a mamaâs boy
on the other hand, he doesnât really like to talk about his father
especially since he has these powers
the power of physical strengthâŚ.
heâs not sure if theyâre a good thing or a bad thing
like, sure he likes that he can help the elders carry stuff
you know, like their animals when theyâve broken a leg
or moving their houses to more convenient places
the whole village loves him bc they literally saw him grow up as a kid
he turned out so well for someone without a father
donât be fooledâhe can literally physically crush you like a grape, but heâs literally the sweetest boy
anyways
heâs been living normally
despite the whole ability to rip off a 100 year old tree
and lift up a wallÂ
or a house
or a 200 pound horseÂ
his life has been fairly normal up until the incident
one day, when Hoseok was about 16 years old
a couple of kids were stuck underneath a rock
okay, an understatement
it was a huge ass boulder
anyways
these kids were stuck underneath and Hoseok lifted it to let the kids out
since that day, the elders called him Wonho
meaning a brave lion, the protector of the village
since that day, heâs been doing around helping others a bit moreÂ
he started putting himself out there to help peopleÂ
it was small but these tasks got gradually bigger
it started from saving kids
to fighting against monsters
to saving the entire universe (but thatâs another story)
next thing he knew the entire village was calling him a hero
there were statues made of his figureÂ
his face was slapped on e v e r y t h i n gÂ
the gods made a star alignment for his stature
he became one of the most famous faces
some just like to call him a Greek god that fell from the heavens
he still blushes every time someone calls him that
the ladies swoon the hardest when heâs on his Pegasus high in the sky
and the light shines oh so perfectly to emphasize his perfect, chiseled face
geez this man is very attractive and he doesnât even know it
moving on
itâs important to remember that he did not get to this position alone
he was able to train with/under Hyunwoo
Wonho wanted to understand how he can be a better hero
to protect the ones he loves
and those in the communityÂ
he is such a good boy, I want to cry
anyways
he heard about how Hyunwoo trains heroes the best so he made his way over and
here he is
even after completing his training, he continues to work on himself
so if he canât sleep or when people donât need help
he would be in the gymnasium to work out
or heâd be doing practice training in an abandoned field that Hyunwoo had set up
as he got older, all he really does is help people and train to be better at what heâs doing
since heâs been helping out, the chaos has decreased significantly and he finds himself wandering elsewhere for adventure
this is how he meets youÂ
I mean, you wouldnât say you were in danger
but also, you were in the woods and you didnât know this one all that well
and you may or may not have ended up messing with this lake monster that you def shouldnât have been messing with
so there you are
in the middle of a lake
being held hostage by some
ugly troll ass, centaur thing
(tbh, you couldnât really tell what he was, a river guardian???)
I literally mean held btw
you were literally in this creepâs hand bc heâs the size of a giant
so Wonho was walking around the forest with Pegasus, trying to find a new place and see if anyone needed his help
and very faintly he hears something from the distance
âif you donât put me down, I swear to cut off your balls and rip off yourââ
oo he didnât wanna hear that
but he still rushes towards it
thatâs when he spots you in this monsterâs hand, struggling to get out
he slowly approaches you two
Wonho: âuh, excuse me? sir? could you, um, let them go?â
you speak up first, without taking two glances at him
You: âkeep moving junior, I can handle thisâhave a nice dayâ
you flash him a sarcastic smile, hoping heâll move along with his day
but he doesnâtÂ
instead his shoulders kind of drop for a second, slightly disheartened, but only for a second
because he stands up straighter and pulls out his sword
Wonho: âyou might be too close to his situationâIâm sorry to do this without your consent, but I have to do my jobâ
before anyone can say anything else, Wonho dives in and does what he does best
he fights off the bad guy
next thing you knew, you fell into the water and itâs all a blur
you fished yourself out, trying to dry off
Wonho managed to punch the living daylights out of the river guardian so he was just passed out and drowning in the river
but who cares about him
after Wonho ensures heâs not dead, but unconscious
(and Pegasus does his little cheer for him)
he moves over to you
Wonho: â..... heyâ
You: âhiâ
Wonho: âare you okay?â
You: âafter getting all the water out of my ears, Iâve decided that Iâve been betterâ
Wonho: âsorry⌠about thatâit was kind of stupid, I should have thought that out betterâ
You: âyou think?â
you eye him up and down as you try to dry off your shoes
You: âthey give you a name with those rippling pectorals?â
Wonho flushes, laughing rather awkwardly
Wonho: âthey call me Wonho, but you can just call me HoseokâŚâ
you look at him again
he turns into a deeper shade of red under your eyes
You: âI prefer Wonder Boyâ
he lets out another small laugh
Wonho: âwhatâsâwhatâs your name?â
you give him yours, as you wring out the bottom of your shirt into the water
he repeats it, with a small smile on his face
Wonho: âsoooo, howâd you get mixed up with theââ
you finish for him
You: âthe pinhead with hooves?â
he lets a little laugh out
itâs kind of cute
You: âwell, you know how men are, they think no means yes and get lost means take me, Iâm yoursâ
you let out an airy laugh as Wonho stands there confused
You: âdonât worry about it, Wonder Boy, youâll figure it out eventuallyâ
you stand up, ignoring the water that continues to drip down
You: âwell, Seok, thanks for the help, but I gotta bounceâ
Wonho: âahâŚâ
he canât really hide his disappointment: âwhereâwhere are you going?â
You: âoh, you know, here and thereâ
you flash a smile at him: âIâll see you aroundâ
Wonho: âhow?â
You: âlife has its ways⌠bye bye Wonder Boyâ
you walk off and disappear into the woods
Wonho finds himself still looking off, even as your figure disappears
Pegasus huffs at him, almost mockingly at how mesmerized he is at your presence
he turns to Pegasus and points a finger at him, as if heâs scolding him
Wonho: ânot a wordâ
he continues to go on and eventually stumbles into a little town
âŚ. your little town :)
obviously he didnât realize
until he saw you again about a week later
you were hanging around a fruit stand that belonged to your friendâsÂ
you looked just as beautiful as he remembersÂ
and less angryÂ
Wonho: âheyâ :)
You: âWonder Boy, back to me so soon, miss me that much?â
Wonho: âyeah, I didâ
oh
you didnât expect him to be so straightforward
You: âso, youâre just hanging around town?â
Wonho: âitâs kind of like thatâ
You: âI heard some hero killed the monstrous lion, I shouldâve realized it was you Wonder Boyâ
Wonho: âahhhâŚâ
he flushes once again, rubbing the back of his neck
Wonho: âIâIâm no heroâ
You: âsure you are, just remember, you are in a new town, take a break while you canâ
You: âI will warn you though, itâs hard to find pretty sights in this dumpâ
Wonho: âI donât think itâll be that hardâŚ. not without a guide at leastâŚâ
you look at him with a raised eyebrow
Wonho: âtHAtâS iF yoU wANTâŚ. yoU donâT hAVE TOâŚ.â
you let out a laugh as he continues to flush into a darker red
heâs a cute boy, might as well shoot your shot
you wave to your friend as a silent goodbye and slowly start to walk off
without looking behind you, you shout out
You: âyou coming, Wonder Boy?â
Wonho snaps out of his daydream thatâs right in front of him
Wonho: âyes maâamâ
and thus the start of a beautiful relationship
Disney Prince!Wonho is as wonderful as it sounds
he already adores the life out of you
and he basically worships the ground you walk on
(as if you were the one with Greek god genes)
you, on the other hand, think heâs like a little puppy
a puppy that can kill you with his strengthÂ
but a puppy
he loves praise
he needs attention
he loves affection
heâs basically a soft, gigantic puppy
this view kind of changed when you saw him in action
I mean you did see him in action that one time
but his life wasnât really in danger
and lowkey he looks hot fighting
but likeâŚ.
when he killed the Stymphalian BirdsâŚ
when he captured the cattle of GeryonâŚ.
I guess you kind of drew the line when you saw Cerberus on your front lawn
(heâs absolutely more adorable than people said, but it is still a three headed giant dog)
you were just concerned for him and the danger he was putting himself in
and Wonho kind of ate that shit up
but he did console you
he became a lot more careful to consider your feelings
that did mean more official training with Hyunwoo
but anything to make you happy
anyways
most of the time, Â he stays to help the village
the elderly and kiddos there have grown to love him
I mean whatâs not to love but
anyways
sometimes he does have to travel a bit farther for the king or something
but he always brings back some type of souvenir for you
he loves to spoil you
when he went to the Amazon, you got the most gorgeous flowers
another time, he brought some golden apples for you
he says itâs to make up the time away from you
and your heart absolutely melted
his presence makes up for it
heâs great okay
anyways
so you know how Pegasus is like his sidekick?
you two bondedÂ
heâs not sure how butÂ
Wonho loves that you and Pegasus get along
but yâall bonded a bit too muchÂ
like you two wonât say anything but itâll be on your faces when youâre judging him
moving on
you havenât stopped calling him Wonder Boy
some days he prefers it
others, he prefers it when you call him Seok
so, affectionÂ
this man needs it
whenever heâs in the same space as you
heâs like touch
itâs not like youâre gonna reject it
even if you roll your eyes, you always run into his arms
when he gets back from his trips
he doesnât let you go for days
**cue you two waddling around because heâs backhugging you**
humorâwhile most of yours is dry
he still laughs and goes with it
he tells jokes unknowingly
like some of the stuff he says is ridiculous
and you just burst out laughing
you two are just very attuned with one another
very harmonious
very cute
Wonho: âwhen Iâm with you, I donât feel so aloneâ
You: âgood thing youâre stuck with me thenâ
Wonho: âI wouldnât have it any other wayâ
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Spill your heart out about Walter.
Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but Iâm answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon
Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions
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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. âNUFF SAID.
I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face⌠look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes⌠fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile⌠those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless theyâre there to raise the cuteness factor⌠ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE ITâS NATURAL?? MAYBE ITâS MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW
Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.
Secondly⌠well, heâs a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc Iâm smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Donât judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, Iâm⌠twinksexual or whatever.
Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.
(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. Iâm mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)
Iâve encountered a few posts that claimed heâs got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.
Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.
According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.
Conclusion, our boiâs very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.
STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GODâS SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. Thatâs not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.
Now, on to the actual reason Iâm so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.
He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism⌠is unbreakable. Heâs dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If thatâs not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.
And heâs just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that arenât traditionally âmasculineâ (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothingâs sexier than a man whoâs, despite societyâs shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!
His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didnât intend to sound sexual⌠but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says âyepâ popping the âpâ at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.
Have I said that heâs a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but câmon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasnât the first prototype but we can assume he didnât experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And heâs still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??
His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem âstupidâ or âchildishâ but alas! The observer couldnât be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes theyâre all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you heâs brilliant!!
Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his âweirdâ ideas next to the menâs bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didnât they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe Iâm just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But Iâm totally right.
And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (Iâd stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)
Oh no baby please donât cry.
He did cry in that scene though⌠you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasnât for the machine beeping⌠He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now letâs move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, donât let them overthink it!! Canât have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted yâknow. Then letâs kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.
(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! Iâm no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)
You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like⌠Thatâs so pure and wholesome.
This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.
(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but Iâd feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)
I think Iâve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but itâs still a very nice characteristic.
Since Iâve ran out of coherent things to say, hereâs an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing donât have to read further:
kiss he
like seriously
just kiss he a whole lot
cover his whole face in kisses
one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle
hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe
then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose
cuddle him
hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest
run my fingers through his hair
listen to his breathing
discover that heâs fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning
fuck he
pin him to a wall and snog he
make him go cherry red
fluster he
compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. heâs a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this
feed pigeons together
listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts
write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if Iâm feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time
serenade he
be the love of his life, and have him be mine
just⌠soft things, man
cook something for this malnourished sticc
make him small handmade gifts
theyâre nothing like his gadgets but I tried
draw he
have him be my muse in general
not like he isnât now but it would be lovely if he was real too
carry him bridal style
be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isnât around
sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly
watch cheesy rom coms
flirt with eachother clumsily until weâre both laughing at our awkwardness
or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it
have sleepovers together
give him hand kisses
be of emotional support
#picpost#fangirl#walter beckett#F/O#didn't plan to make an entire essay#though on the other hand I exactly knew this would happen
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Friends? Dylan OâBrien
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Warning: swearing, bad grammarÂ
genes: kinda angst, fluff
author: I just had some inspiration out of nowhere because you know trap in your own house because of a virus going around the world makes your, head kinda bored and all the inspiriting just come running in while you have read a thousand of another stories like this but hey s/o to all the people that write Dylanâs stories because now I have something to do in my house beside going crazy. (btw I'm so sorry for my grammars and mistakes in the story I tried my best to write but itâs hard to write in a another language, I hope you guys enjoy it anyway give it a like and share if you do ;) )
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I have know Dylan before he was famous, he was the funniest, sweetest guy I have ever met and we spend a lot of time together and of course one of us caught feelings. It sounds stupid and cliche but it happened you fall in love with the most unexpected person and it totally sucks that you canât choose which guy you want to give your heart to but yeah here I am watching my best friend kissing his girlfriend in the club at the after party from the maze runner movie. It totally breaks my heart but you know itâs better this way, him being happy with someone else and we are still best friend than him knowing I have the hugest crush on him and ruined the friendship that we build for the past 9 years.Â
âhey y/n stop staring, you making yourself sad baby girlâ Kaya said, Kaya is one of my closest friends and she knew about my crush for Dylan. âsorry I canât help it, it sucks to be in love with him sometimesâ I said looking away from them and taking a sips of my mixed drink. âI know it sucks but hey you are here at the after party find yourself a guy and try to forget about himâ she said giving me a side hug. I smile at her before chucking all the liquor at once making me feel a little tipsy. âyou know what Kaya your right fuck this feeling I donât need it, Iâm a independent woman and I donât need anyone to have fun with so lets go to the dance floor and make this a unforgettable nightâ I said to her taking her hand leading her to the dance floor and she cheering me. we walk past Dylan and Britt ignoring him completely before letting my body loose and move along the beat. After a while I feel myself relaxing against someone body. I turn around and met with a green pare of eyes. âhello there gorgeous mind if I dance with youâ he screamed above the loud music, I turn around to look at Kaya and she gave me a thumbs up before dancing with her man. âI wouldnât mind at allâ I said dancing with him enjoying his company.
after we dance we grab something to drink to cool off some sweats because we were dancing for a while now. âso tell me why are you here all aloneâ he ask. âwell I'm not exactly alone I'm with my friends but yeah they all have someone so I'm like the third wheel here, but itâs okay I enjoy myselfâ I said looking at my glass. âI feel like there something youâre not telling meâ he said with a curious look. âwell.. there is something else but I donât wanna talk about itâ I said looking at him. âhey itâs fine I understandâ he said brushing his finger along my cheek, making me blush a little.Â
I feel like someone is staring at me so I look around and met with a pair of angry brown eyes. âis he someone specialâ he ask looking at me, I broke my eyes contact with Dylan and smile at the mystery guy beside me. âno he just my best friendâ I said turning around facing the bar. âare you sure? he has been staring at you sinds the dance floorâ he said. âyeah I am sure itâs nothing special, he has a girlfriend anywayâ I said facing him. âwell I think he feels more for you than just a best friendâ he said tucking my hair behind my ear. âyeah sureâ I said with a small chuckle. He lean in a little and whisper loud enough for me to hear. âdo you really wanna see what he feels for you?â he ask. I thought for a little, do I wanna know how he really feels about me I ask myself before I nod my head. âtrust me okayâ he said still very close to me and I nod again feeling the blood rising to my cheeks. He lean in me very close but before our lips can touch he was being pulled away from me. âwhat are you doingâ I hear a familiar voice, I look at the person that I have been crushing for years. ânothing dude just trying to kiss this gorgeous e/c eyesâ he said sending a wink my way. I blush and look at my lap like it the most interested thing in the world. âwell maybe you should back the fuck awayâ Dylan said blocking the view between me and the mystery guy. âand why would I do thatâ he challenge Dylan making his muscles tense. âbecause sheâs mineâ Dylan said before dragging me away from the bar, I look back and saw the mystery guy winking at me with a smile. I was confuse what was he trying to do and why did Dylan say that I'm his? thereâs a lot of questions running in my head.Â
when we finally stop I saw that we were outside the club in the small alley. Dylan turn around with an angry expression. âwhat the hell Y/n why would you let some random guy kiss youâ he said looking at me like heâs about to loose control. âI see nothing wrong with thatâ I said not knowing why I said that probably because I was kind of drunk. âare you fucking serious right nowâ he said trapping me between the wall and him. I didnât say anything just looking away. âwhy the fuck you care anyway Dylan, you were having fun with Britt so I don't see the fucking problem in me having funâ I said facing him and realise that we are very close, one wrong move and our lips touch. âyou where having fun?â he said in a low whisper. I back away a little and nod my head. âso you think making me jealous is fun for you?â he said, my eyes wide. âyou have know idea how you make me feel y/nâ he said before looking at my lips and back at my eyes. âyou make me go crazy sometimesâ he said in a whisper before closing the gap between our lips. I was confuse, why he would kiss me but after that I begun to relax and kiss him back. it was a sweet slow kiss, I felt like all the problem in the world had melted down and it was only me and Dylan in that moment. I feel his hands making their way around my waist and my hands making their way up into his hair. small moans left our lips before I pull away for some air in my lungs. he place his forehead against mine before kissing it. âDylan we canât do this Bri-â I said before I got cut off by him. âwe broke up a few weeks ago, we were just hooking upâ he said before placing a small kiss on my forehead. âI'm sorry for kissing you out of nowhere and I totally understand that I ruined our friendship but I canât hold my feeling for you anymore, I have liked you for 2 years and seeing you with him makes me mad and jealous even tho we are not together and I understand if you going to ig-â I cut him off by placing my lips against his taking him by surprise. before pulling way. âI like you to Dylanâ I said with a smile. He gave me a smile back before pulling me into a another sweet kiss.Â
we went back into the club hand in hand sitting at our table beside Kaya and her man. âfinally you guys are together!â she said when she saw us making us laugh at her. âwait I though you and Britt where together?â she said with confused dripping off her tong. âwell no we broke up a few weeks ago and we decide to just hook up, but she been seeing someone tonight so we decide to end things and than I saw y/n with some guy almost kissing her and something had kinda snap in me and I confess my feeling for her and here we areâ he said waving our hand in the air making us laugh. âwell it took you long enough, when I first saw you guys together I already saw the chemistry you guys share with each otherâ she said making us smile like a dork we are. The night had gone very smooth and when we went home I spent the night at Dylanâs so we just chill for a bit before falling asleep in each other arms. it was a start for a long journey at least I hope that we last.Â
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It was 1 am.
I couldn't sleep.
I never could when I was worried. Worried about my brother no less.
The night was peaceful but my eyes and brain failed to shut down for the night so I did the same thing I always did when I couldn't sleep, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a nice, tall glass of chocolate milk. It always helped calm my nerves down when I was feeling antsy. And boy did I need one now.
My older brother, Darry, was quiet and sound asleep, much like the house. Not even his usual snores could be heard. And my kid brother, Sodapop, was probably off on some rodeo or drag race of some sort with his best buddy Steve. It was a Friday night and those two always seem to go somewhere on Friday nights so who knew where those boys were off to right now. Their absences only made the house seem quieter. And lastly, my youngest kid brother, Ponyboy was asleep in his room, quiet like the night. Well, I say quiet but if I'm being honest the night itself is actually pretty loud tonight. A thunderstorm was passing by, loud as ever, so the only audible sounds came from outside, the booming thunder and rain showers.
Personally, I liked the weather but most importantly, I liked listening to the weather.
Many would find this type of weather frightening or unpleasant but not me. I loved it.
So I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my ears take in the rough sound of the pitter-patter of the heavy rain, as well as the roaring thunder that accompanied the precipitation as a light smile spread across my face.
I truly cherished moments like this and they were quite rare considering I lived in a household mostly filled with boys with a rowdy demeanor that tuned out the soothing dripping rain and roaring thunder.
I sighed, washing my glass in the kitchen sink and making my way to the corridor my room was in. As I headed there I heard the faint sound of muffled whispers and bedsheets shuffling coming from my right. Turning, I came face-to-face with the wooden door and thin walls of Sodapop's and Ponyboy's shared bedroom. Curious, I set my hand on the doorknob and gently creaked the door open. As I did, light from the thunder came in the room through the window and shone across Ponyboy's face. That's when my heart stopped.
Ponyboy was kicking madly, his eyebrows furrowed, there were tears streaming down his face too. Not only that but he was muttering words I didn't quite catch. But for those short seconds I stood there, his mutterings grew progressively loud,
"Darry?! Soda?! Y/n! No! Please don't leave me!" He was practically yelling at this point. It was a mystery why Darry wasn't up by now.
I quickly rushed to his side, gently shaking him as I tried to hush his pleas, "Shhh, honey, wake up, I'm here, it's okay,"
Just then, a huge clap of thunder erupted. Ponyboy's eyes shot open and quickly sat up as he began to desperately gasp for air. His eyes were darting around the room like crazy, disoriented.
"Y/n!" He managed to choke out, immediately attaching himself on to me.
Another nightmare.
âIâm right here Pony.â I hushed him, wrapping his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I sat there with him patting his back as he bawled his eyes out. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body.
He'd never admit it due to the fact he turned 14 about a month ago but he will forever be our worrier and as he is the baby of the family the important thing was for us; Darry, Soda and I, to protect him.
He doesn't deserve to go through something like this, he's just a kid, I thought.
But we couldn't always protect him from the nightmares. And it killed me.
They began not too long after Mom and Dad died in the car crash last year. We were all crushed by the news and it changed us a lot but we all knew it affected Ponyboy the most.
You see, Ponyboy is different than most kids his age, he's like a small innocent puppy. A huge dreamer. He digs movies and books in a special way, a way that only a few of us understand. He sees the beauty in everything he looks at and knows there's good in this world. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he's too sweet for his own good.
Don't get me wrong though, he can be pretty mean in a rumble, but that never stopped him from being soft. Even if he refused to believe it.
Eventually, his sobs died down. He hadn't stopped crying but he was quiet so I took that as a signal to continue, âDo you wanna talk about it?â I asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset him furthermore.
He nodded slowly as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I-I-I dreamt that you..." He pulled away from my embrace, now facing me with blood shot eyes. "You died."
"Pones..."
"Not just you but Darry and Soda too." I could tell that he was starting to choke up with emotion, "A-and you all left me..." By the end of this, his face was almost entirely covered in red and pink splotches and his eyes began to water again with unshed tears, I wrapped him in my arms and began to rock on my sides as I stroked his reddish-brown hair out of his face.
âOh my sweet boy," I sighed, tucking him tighter against my body protectively. âIâm so so sorry baby that you have to go through this but you have to know that that was all a dream. Okay?â
"I'm scared though..." He trailed off, hiccuping before his eyes darted downward, expression doubtful and I could tell he was about to burst out in tears again. "I'm scared you'll leave me like Mom and Dad left us,"
I froze at that. How could Ponyboy even think of something like that?
"Hey, hey, hey," I began, swiping at a tear that had made it's way down to his cheek, "No one's leaving no one."
I opened my arms to him once more as an invitation which Pony accepted in a heartbeat and rested against my chest once more, arms encircling me tightly and head resting under the tip of my chin.
"I know..." he let out a tired sigh, and I began to rub his back slowly as I felt his tears begin to soak through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. "It just..." He trailed off, unable to find the word that best fit the ending to his sentence,
"Hurts," I supplied quietly. Pony nodded against my chest and sniffled. I pressed my cheek to the crown of his head, leaving a soft kiss in my wake before pulling back from his embrace and taking his face in my hands. I bored my own gaze into his puffy, reddened eyes and rubbed small circles over his still tense jawline.
"Pone, there is nothing that I can say or do that'll make the pain go away, not completely anyways, and for that I'm so sorry. But what I can tell you is how incredibly proud I am of you, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, because you are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most selfless person I have or will ever have met. You take so much on your shoulders everyday that I can't even begin to imagine what you go through everyday and you're right. It does suck sometimes, but everything will be alright because you'll always have me, Darry and Soda to count on."
Ponyboy's eyes never left mine as I spoke, and though he had stopped crying now, there were still visible tear tracks marring the soft skin of his cheeks. He didn't hesitate long after I finished speaking, placing his arms roughly around me and closing the small gap between our bodies in a warm hug. He nuzzled his face immediately against my chest, moving with an urgency that took me by surprise but I returned the gesture nevertheless.
"Thank you y/n."
"Anytime, Pones." I offered a smile, "Alright but we really should be sleeping now, it's almost 2 a.m. kiddo."
He smiled as we both lay back down on the bed, his body close to mine as we shut our eyes and finally fell asleep.
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Hi đ for the system asks how about đ¤Ť: Any Funny System Stories? đĽ°: Any Wholesome System Stories? đ¨: Any Hobbies That Everyone In The System Enjoys? - c (The Union)
(Some of this is text convos iâve had with ex-best mates and some is nsfw cuz funny stories for us generally are rude in nature lol nothing too explicit just weird flirting really)Â
we used to make lissie and max dance together and lissie is like "hes an arse but i like to dance so okay" and max is like "fuck off" he dances with her anyway. so like yeah. then we are listening to music and we're like "Dance with lissie" and hes like "no" and so lissie is like "just go back to your lonely tower then, you downer" and hes like "Fine, i will. I will go.. all alone... to my bedroom" like thats hmmm. so once hes gone, lilly is like "Thats an open invitation to you to come to his room to bone" and lissie is like "lol no... wait... is it??" and doll face is like "oh definitely  " and so we send lissie off to find out whether it was in invitation to bone or not. and in our front room we have screens. a main one for the outerworld and some other ones for different rooms in the inner world castle. and so i tap the screen cuz its a little sketchy to use. but anyway, lissie had been upstairs for a while so were worried he killed her  but we see what went on. Lissie went to his room and knocked on the door and he answers. and hes like "I thought you told me to go away." and shes like "Yeah but i didnt think you would and then lilly said you gave me an invitation to join you and bone so.. i just..." and hes like "You came to take me up on my offer to bone?" smirk and shes like "Ugh no. you're an arse and youre rude and obnoxious" and hes like "Oh please go on, im very flattered rn" and shes like "it wasnt a compliment. ugh i hate you." and he like " actually you dont. you like me " and shes like "what no ew" and hes like "You do. i can see it and i understand why. They are all the same downstairs and im not like them" and shes like "Woah, dont you dare say they. they are all individuals" and hes like "Yes. but theyve all got strong morals and good hearts. and youre bored. so you like me" and shes like "ill kick your ass okay. those things are good things to have. youre a jerk" and by now shes like gradually moved closer to be 'intimidating'? and hes like "oh really?" smirkyness and shes like "Yea. youre just so mean and arrogant and you are such a bad person, you need to be--" and hes like "Say it, baby. i dare you." and shes like "..Punished.." and then bam hes practically throwing her on the bed and like ......... so thats when i turned that screen off. so like hilarious in hindsight but at the time. shooketh.
Doll face and lilly integrated (merged into 1 chick) which makes sense because doll face is too emotionally stable but impulsive and lilly is too emotionally unstable but logical. they didnt choose it and it is fairly easy now. or easier. doll face (loved them so much but ) was wayyy too impulsive. always making decisions for the worse but were fun which would have been fine if they actually cared but they didnt. thats okay. they were young. and lilly was lonely and needed to care a little less about her past. and idk. but its deffo for the better. yeah they were family basically anyway so i think shes really happy about it tho sometimes they do look in a mirror like "Wow. now ive got no dick and some small tits". i mean lmao. she really does focus on the small boobs thing. and we're like "they are average đ " and shes like "No. easy for u to say tit-anosaurus rex"
Also, Nate almost called one of our ex-best mates mumâs a milf.Â
(ugh going through old messages to mates to see if i can find more funny stories ad accidentally came across trauma ewwww miss me with that shit)
Wholesome... hmmm. we have plenty of sorta funny, interesting stories. Oh actually yes. I know. Okay, so i sorta just am always stalking around the inner world so i see almost everything. But this starts in our front room (like our fronting room but our living room, its genius ik) we were listening to music (or Nate was) and Fox decided to come dance in the fronting room to the bops and me and Lilly saw them dancing very saucily together đ ya know. So we laughed and left. So we're listening to music on the way home and Lilly, Fox and Nate are in the room. And its all chill and then Nate starts flirting with Fox and Fox is all blushing and looking down like "Idk what to do rn" and Lilly and I are laughing and then Fox slightly reciprocated (as a joke probably...) And now Nate jas him basically pinned against a wall. Not physically just like with his intense eye contact. đ its hilarious. Lilly is threatening to go get Lissie because she was like "You two dicks aren't going near each other." And Nates like "What gives you the right to declare where my cock goes?" đ like wow. And Lilly was like "Oh I'm just going to go get Lissie then" and Nate was like "No no. Don't do that." Cuz Lissie really has the right đđ. Nate asked Fox to kiss him and Fox said "No..." đ savage but then you make my balls so blue from heathers came on and I'm dead. Fox: Sorry. Its not you. I just can't.. Nate: Okay. You don't have to. Lilly and me: *Sad eye contact cuz we know why Fox doesn't want to kiss anyone* Fox: *Kisses Nate on the cheek* Nate: *Blushes adorably- breaking his bad ass persona* Nate: you know not all sexual stuff involves kissing. Uh. If you don't want it to. Fox: *giggles quietly like a lil twink* I don't want any sex though. As pretty as you are, I just don't want that. Nate: *is absolutely crushed* Yeah. Okay. But I need some cock so imma head out and try to gain some pride. Lilly: I've not built the village in this innerworld yet so.. Idk where you're heading out to. Nate: *sighs so deeply* I'll be in my room then. Stay out. Fox: Sorry. I didn't mean to egg him on at first only to deny him. I just thought it would be fun and then I thought even if it did lead to sex then it wouldn't matter because I don't mind and then I remembered that I did mind and I don't want that. Lilly: *hugs Fox* that's alright. He'll get over it. He's tried it on with all of us atleast once and we're all women. I would've saved Fox from Nate only He didn't look like he wanted to be saved. at this point in time, our innerworld was still being built by lilly so we all were sleeping in one room, with the littles. and i witnessed the sweetest thing. So I was doing the final checks to make sure everyone was in bed and since Nate doesn't want to sleep with the Littles anymore (they can be slightly irritating) I had to go find his room. He's in a tower room. Its not got a bed and it's freezing but hey no loud children. And as I'm about to turn the corner I see Fox knocking on his door after clearly being there for a while debating whether or not to because Nate told us to stay out. Quickly Nate opens the door and immediately as he sees fox, puts his hand on Fox's arm gently (how sweet. Hes not usually gentle) and Fox is all: I'm sorry. I just couldn't kiss you. Just recently with the bad things and the kissing involved in the bad thing. And Nates all: its okay. I shouldn't have put pressure on you like that. I'm so sorry. I understand. And he's hugging him. Like and kissing his head and hes like "Is that alright?" And fox is like "Yeah. Its nice." And squeezes the hug tighter. So sweet honestly. And then Nates like "I know I'm really sexual and that makes you uncomfortable a lot but you know I would never want you to do anything you didn't want to." And fox is all like "I'm just so scared that I'm never going to be able to kiss anyone ever again because I can't get over that time and I really want to forget it." And Nates hugging him really tight and cuz he's taller, he can rest his chin on Fox's head. And im still watching cuz I'm weird and entranced by these confessions. And then Nates like "Do you want to come in?" And Fox is like "No Littles tonight?" And Nates smiling nicely and is like "No I get nightmares and I don't wanna wake them up. And theyre annoying as heck." And fox is like "I know what you mean. Yeah I'll come in." And Nate leads Fox in by his hips gently. *fox and lissie talking bout feelings* Lissie: what's wrong, my sweet? Who hurt you? Fox: *Wiping tears away* no one really. I'm fine. I don't even know why I'm crying. Lissie: Its okay to be sad sometimes. Fox: I'm not sad. I'm nothing. Just numbness. Lissie: that's worse than being sad. Tell me, sweetie. What happened. Fox: I asked Nate to be my boyfriend. I mean, I was kissing him and I didn't get any flashbacks even when I was overthinking and remembering. Nothing and it was so relieving. And I asked him. And he said he had to go for a walk. Lissie: Oh darling. It'll be okay. He loves you. Fox: Does he now? sigh I just love him so much. I love him more than you approve of. I love him so much I don't know what to do. But in not what he needs. He wants physical love and even so, he cant handle commitment. And I know that you don't want us together so you'll get your wish but I need him. Ive never been so relaxed and happy. Lissie: That's true. I've never seen you so happy as recently. I'm glad Nate could bring that to you but I don't approve, no. But if you're going to be together, I will support it. I will encourage happiness, that's a promise I can keep. I'm not disapproving to make it impossible for you to be together, in only disapproving so you have to prove to me that you two can make it. If you two make each other happy, I will be there for you no matter what. Fox: Thank you..... They spoke more but I didn't listen. After strictly avoiding Nate for three days, Fox finally has the courage to face up to him. As the group exit the cozy dining room, Fox weakly holds on to Nate's elbow. Obeying, Nate stares at the ground, clenching his jaw. "I'll start, I suppose." Fox forces out, false confidence strengthening the statement. "I-I'm really sorry that I asked you out. Of course, you wouldn't say yes. That's fine. Completely fine. And I'm really sorry that I made you uncomfortable with me. I really do like you though. Like love really. And even though you don't feel the same... I can't just be your friend. We can keep trying but it will just make us both miserable. We're just lucky the others are giving us time to figure it out instead of just getting rid of us for being dramatic." Fox rants,  getting out of breath and manic toward the end. "I have never heard you say so many words. Are you okay?" Nate smiles charmingly, concerned. "No." Fox answers honestly, a tremble in his voice. Suddenly, Fox is embraced by warm, strong arms. Wriggling further into Nate's warmth, Fox breathes in the boyish scent of Nate. All sharp and smooth. The arms tighten around Fox's shoulders. "I love you too. You know this. I'm sorry that I've been... Not great recently. I just thought we could both use some space. The village... It's the next thing to be built. But I-I don't just want it there for sex. I wouldn't do that to you. I just like the people they're interesting and good friends. You're the one I want. They're nothing compared to the beautiful complexities of you. I hope you'll accept my request to be your boyfriend." Nate excruciatingly slowly spills his soul, hands rubbing the back of Fox's neck how he likes it. Fox freezes, slowly pulling away after a few moments. "You... I'm sorry, what?" Fox whispers, teary eyed. "Please let me be your boyfriend. I'll beg on my knees, I swear. I'm so sorry. I've never been so lonely as I've been without you. Please come back to me." Nate practically sobs, hands reaching up to cover his face. "You actually want to be my boyfriend? What? No... That can't be right... Right? What?" Fox, ever the articulate bean, mutters, completely confused and shocked. "Yes. I want to be your boyfriend. I won't have sex with anyone and I won't hug or touch anyone else I swear. I miss you so much. I hate everyone else so much. I need you." Nate falls to his knees, taking Fox's hand in his and pressed his lips to the soft skin as he rambles, tears falling down his face. "You absolute idiot. You moron. You complete fool." Fox sighs, rambling random tiny insults, before falling to his knees and taking Nate's face in his hands. "I'm so totally in love with you." Fox mumbles, pressing his forehead to Nate's. a couple weeks later: they sang a love song together. đŠ I literally cried. Nate on his guitar and Fox singing. Ive never seen him so relaxed and happy. Ahhh. I wanna cry I'm so excited. đđđ these boys will be the death of me. theyre both the biggest drama queens and they so gay.
im so sorry that was so long but their relationship created so much drama between us bc we didnt know if it would work out and theyre the most wholesome boys, except nate but well he has his moments. softest boiis uwu.Â
Everyone in the system likes to sing and play games and read. Fox mainly likes to write and stuff but Evan is also knows for her nice stories on wattpad lmao. We arent very active, so we dont do much sport but we do like badminton and we used to do a running club. Evan likes baking, where it stressed me tf out. i cant even crack an egg right. only Evan draws really. Our main hobbies are minecraft, eating unhealthy foods and sleeping :)Â
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Little Talks
from the friends in dark places au
pairing: remile, background logince, background moxiety
summary: remy andersen may be a stubborn, rude, leather-jacket wearing prick, but... nope, thatâs it. thatâs all he is.
WARNINGS:Â angsty mutual pining, teasing, flirting with someone elseâs boyfriend (in a teasing manner), self hate, internalized enbyphobia, internalized transphobia, internalized queerphobia, doubting oneâs sexuality, anxiety, trying to change for a crush, physical violence, transphobic slur, fighting, broken/bloody nose, small fight scene, doubtfulness, lots of swearing, mentions of wanting to die, manhandling, harassment, making out, kissing, flirting, being flustered, bets, possibly something else
tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter @band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy and, by request for remile, @notalwaysthevillian
a/n: jsyk, itâs totally okay to ask for a modified chapter if you need it or if i need to add tags! i get it, and itâs no problem for me to quick edit a chapter or whatever :) also, feel free to send requests or questions that you have!
first of main plot - companions
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Remy dramatically flopped onto the bench at Loganâs table with an equally dramatic huff.
âRemus, why have you suddenly decided to⌠grace us with your presence?â Logan deadpanned.
âLo, sweetheart, canât I just sit with my cousin and his lovely friends every once in a while?â
âNo,â Logan said. âYou cannot because there is never a time that you interact with me if it isnât for a favor or to insult me.â
Remy gasped, glancing at the other patrons of the table. The emo one looked confused and borderline terrified, and Remy would feel bad if his problems werenât more important. âCan yâall believe what heâs saying? Iâm hurt, truly.â
âJust say whatever it is that you want to so that we may go back to eating our meals in peace.â
âFine. I need help wooinâ this absolute doll of a girl, and--â
âHold up,â Roman interrupted. âI thought you were gay.â
If Remy had rolled his eyes any harder, he might have strained a muscle. âRo, honey, Iâd have to be deaderân dirt if I wasnât attracted to Emile freaking Picani. Ainât no sexuality that can trump utter beauty.â
or maybe he wasn't gay maybe he was straight or pan or maybe he only liked emile because sometimes she wanted to use he/him pronouns--
âOkay, fair.â
âSo,â Logan started, tilting his head the tiniest bit. âWhyâd you come to me for romance advice, of all people?â
âBecause you caught yourself a cutie--â Remy winked at Roman over his sunglasses-- âso youâve obviously got some sort of game.â
Logan blushed slightly. âYou do know about the whole fight thing, right?â
Remy rolled his eyes again. âSugar, Iâm not as much of a dumbass as you. I can navigate around any dumb advice you give me.â
âRemââ
âPlease, Logan,â Remy pleaded, gripping his cousinâs shoulders. He hated to have to stoop to begging, but he felt so desperate. âYou canât imagine how badly I want Emile to see me as a worthy partner.â
âRemy, kiddo, youâve gotta breathe, okay?â Patton coaxed from across the table. âYouâre going to work yourself into a panic if you donât take it easy.â
And Remy knew that it wasnât a big deal, but he couldnât shake his doubts.
âI just⌠Emile is a livinâ blessing, and Iâm the equivalent of milk left out on a hot, sunny day. I ainât got a chance with âer if I canât get a fairy godmother to bippity-boppity-boo me into a respectable young man.â
The emo kid slightly raised his hand, making eye contact with his lunch. âUh, whoâs Emile?â
âOh my goodness gracious!â Remy exclaimed. âI canât believe you donât know who Emile Picani is. She is just the sweetest; let me tell you. She absolutely adores cartoons, and she loves helping others--I swear, that girl is gonna fix the whole world someday. She--oops, they mustâve changed headbands during lunch. Theyâre right over there. The cutie with the gorgeous brown hair and blue headband.â A dreamy sigh escaped him as he pushed his sunglasses into his hair. âThey look good in every outfit they wear, on my honor! Theyâre wearinâ this Steven Universe skater skirt today, and it shows off their legs in a way thatâs got me half a step away from fainting. Honest to god, I canât believe that theyâre still single. Theyâre absolute perfection.â
âI donât⌠You justâŚâ The emo boy trailed off, unable to find his words. âYou seem really in love with them. I just donât see why you think that you donât have a chance.â
Remy frowned, turning to face the others. âWell, every time they see me walking in their general direction, they turn tail and run the opposite direction like Iâm some sorta demon thatâs cominâ to reap their soul. On the off chance that they hadnât fled by the time I can get a word in, they always seem like theyâd rather be eatinâ soap. It became real obvious, real fast that they ainât into me in any way, shape, or form.â
âWell,â Patton said, staring somewhere behind Remy. âTheyâre coming over right now.â
âWhat? Shit--â
âHey, guys!â Emile greeted in their sweet, gentle voice as they walked up to the table. Everyone turned to look at them, save for Remy. âCan I borrow Remy for a bit?â
Remy put on his sweetest, fakest smile and finally looked at Emile. ââCourse, hon. You wanna go somewhere else?â
âYeah, thatâd be great, thanks.â Emile began to walk toward the hall, and Remy quickly got up to follow. He took one last glance toward the table and caught Roman winking at him. God bless that boyâs soul.
They ended up just outside the cafeteria. Remy leaned against the wall, sliding his sunglasses back over his face in the hopes that heâd be less of an idiot with them on, and Emile stood a couple of feet away. They were nervously picking at a loose thread on their sweater, so Remy patiently waited for them to speak. There was no reason for him to make a fool of himself if he didnât need to.
âDid I do something to upset you?â
Remy was so stunned by the question that he couldnât even get a word in.
ââCause, like, you were staring at me earlier, and Iâm probably jumping to conclusions like always, but Iâd hate it if I hurt you. That would be a really shi--â
âYouâre kiddinâ me, right?â
Emileâs face twisted in confusion. âWhat? No, of course not.â
âDarlinâ, thereâs just about nothinâ that you could do to make me mad at you. I was just--â Staring creepily at you because I think youâre the finest thing under the sun. Yeah, Remy. Thatâd be real cool of you to say-- âI was just starinâ off into space.â
âOh. Okay.â There was an awkward pause before Emile blurted out, âCool, well, Iâm gonna go now. Bye!â
They were gone in a flash, leaving Remy staring at the space that theyâd previously occupied. With a heavy sigh, he exited the school. Lucky him, having a free period after lunch anyway. He could cry in the comfort of his own home.
---
If you had told Remy Andersen a week ago that heâd be wearing a sweatshirt to school, he would have told you, âIâd rather be dead than wear a sweatshirt, sugar.â
Well.
The point still stood because Remy really fucking wanted to die.
And, yes, it was his own choice to completely disregard all of the times that his friends had told him not to change just to impress some boy, but heaven be damned if Remy wasnât thirsty as hell. There was a cute boy, and Remy was ready and willing to try just about anything to gain the ability to kiss that pretty face.
Read: almost anything.
Remy wanted his leather jacket back, and he wanted his ripped skinny jeans, not the plain blue ones that heâd pulled from the darkest recesses of his wardrobe. Heâd had to borrow this baby blue hoodie from Patton because, of course, he owned zero hoodies.
And everything was fucking great because Emile was totally paying attention to him trying to be more approachable.
This was fine. Everything was fucking fine.
---
Remy wore sweatshirts for a whole two days before he caved and went back to his leather jacket. There was exactly zero change in the way that Emile acted, and it fucking sucked. It was pretty obvious that he had no chance in getting Emileâs attention, and there was even less of a chance of actually being able to date them. Or even of being Emileâs friend because the fact still stood that Emile disliked Remy so much that they physically ran away every time he was nearby.
Thus, it was Dramatic Bitch Hours, and Dramatic Bitch Hours meant spending the entirety of lunch outside, brooding in the student courtyard.
Although it was nearing the end of May, it was a rather chilly day, and very few students wanted to be outside in the cold. One might suspect that Remy wouldnât like the cooler days with him being from the south and all, but he found them rather pleasant for this very reason. Fewer people made it easier to relax and brood in peace. He was the only one in the courtyard, which made everything so nice and peaceful.
WellâŚ
It was peaceful for a few minutes before some idiotic jocks decided to barge in.
âDonât run away from us you fucking tranny!â
âYou canât waltz around and pretend to be something you arenât,â a second voice snarled. âWe saw you using the menâs bathroom earlier.â
âIâm surprised, seeing as your heads are so far up your asses!â a smaller voice shot back.
A smaller voice that belonged to the one and only Emile Picani.
Shit.
âDonât fucking talk to us like that!â The group rounded the corner, and Remy could see that it was two jocks (one tall and the other muscular) harassing Emile. It felt like slow motion as he saw Emileâs small body stumble after being pushed by the taller jock.
âHey!â Remy shouted, launching up from his table and storming over to the group. âYâall had better knock it off real fast and leave them alone!â
The taller one sneered. âOr what? Youâll hit us with your precious sunglasses?â He took a step forward, and the other jock grabbed Emile from the ground in a tight grip.
âRemy, stop,â they pleaded. âPlease, just leave.â
âYeah, Remy,â mocked the muscular boy, gripping Emile even tighter. âRun away like the coward you are.â
Remy glared at the jock looming over him. âSorry, doll. I donât back down so easy.â
There was about a half second of angry silence before the tall one pounced at him. With the grace of many years of training, Remy took advantage of the momentum and threw the jock over his shoulder. The boy let out a heavy wheeze as the air was knocked clean out of his lungs, and Remy turned to face the other bully just in time to see Emile thrown to the ground again. The boy who had been holding them growled, stalking up to Remy and reeling back for a punch.
In a fraction of a second, Remyâs knee jerked up to catch the jock in the stomach. He took advantage of the moment of shock and ran his elbow into his nose. The boy stumbled back, clutching his face. The taller jock, who had recovered from being thrown, ran over to his friend with a gasp.
Remy casually straightened out his jacket, not even slightly winded. âI think itâd be the best for both of yâall if you went to the nurseâs office. That broken nose sure ainât gonna heal itself, hon.â
The boys began to rush out of the courtyard, but Remy called out to them, âOh, and I wouldnât tell anyone what really happened out here.â He smirked. âWouldnât want everyone to know that yâall got beat up by the queer kid, now would we?â
Both jocks had the fear of god in their eyes as they nodded and ran into the building. As soon as they were gone, Remy was at Emileâs side.
âSugar, are you okay?â
Emile nodded slightly as Remy sat down next to them. âYeah, just startled. Also, how the hell did you do that?â
âIâm a black belt in taekwondo. Ma thought itâd be a good way to get out my destructive energy as a kid, so I ended up getting real invested.â Remy shrugged. He didnât find it a very interesting part of his history, but it was useful at times.
âHoly shmokesâŚâ
Remy smiled slightly, leaning back on his hands. âYâknow, Iâd reckon that this is the longest conversation that weâve had without you runnin�� off.â
A bright pink blush spread across Emileâs cheeks. âIâm so sorry.â
ââS all right,â Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. âAinât your fault that you donât like beinâ âround me, hon. I donât really blame ya; Iâd probâly hate me, too, if I were you.â
âYou think I hate you?â Emileâs voice sounded sad and hurt, which didnât make any goddamn sense.
âYeah? Sure made it seem like you did.â
âOh my god,â Emile said. They buried their face in their hands. âGod, no, Remy. I donât hate you at all!â
Remy stared at Emile for a hot second. âIf thatâs some kind of practical joke, it sure as hell ainât funny.â
âNo, no! Itâs for real; I swear. I donât hate you in the slightest.â Emile peeked out from behind their fingers. âI actually kinda have a crush on you.â
âHoly shit. This canât possibly be real.â Remy shook his head.
âTrust me, Rem. It definitely is,â Emile said as they slowly crawled into Remyâs lap. It was as if theyâd been doing it their whole life. âIs this okay?â
Remyâs mind went haywire at the close proximity to his crush. âYeah. Itâs very much okay, Emile.â
âI donât think that Iâve ever heard you call me by my real name.â Emile leaned in closer to Remy. Their eyes met, and it was easy to see the flirtatious fire in Emileâs eyes. âI wouldnât mind hearing you say it again.â
âGurl, you canât--it isnât fair for you to say that kinda stuff and expect me to think properly.â
âMaybe I donât want you to,â Emile whispered as they finally closed the minuscule gap between their lips.
And wow. Remy had imagined being able to kiss Emile in many daydream sessions, but the real thing was something else entirely. It was soft, and he could taste brown sugar and cinnamon on Emileâs lips, but a warmth had bloomed in his chest unlike anything that he had ever felt before. It took him a second to realize in his romantic haze that he had Emileâs skirt clutched tightly in his hand, but he couldnât really bring himself to care. Not while he was kissing a literal angel.
All too soon, Emile leaned back from the kiss. Remy pouted, but he wasnât able to get a complaint out before Emile said, âYou look absolutely wrecked right now.â
Suddenly, the heat wasnât just in his chest. âThat⌠I swear to god, that ainât fair.â
Emile cocked their head the tiniest bit. âWhat isnât fair?â
âNo human beinâ should be so perfect. Youâve got the looks--â Remy placed a kiss on their cheek-- âand the personality--â Another kiss to their nose-- âand youâre an amazing flirt.â He pressed a final, quick kiss to Emileâs lips, which made them giggle.
âShut up! Youâve been my boyfriend for a whole two minutes; let me get used to it before you do sappy stuff!â
Remyâs eyes widened. âI-Iâm your boyfriend?â
âYeah! I mean, unless you donât want to! Iâm not going to force you or anythingââ
Emile was cut off by Remy engulfing them in a hug. âSugar, youâve got no idea how much I wanna be your boyfriend. Iâm just surprised that you wanna court me.â
âWhat? Why wouldnât I?â
âHave you not heard a single word Iâve said this whole time? Youâre, like, the most incredible person on this planet. Itâd be an honor just to be able to call you my friend.â
Emile laughed, leaning their head on their boyfriendâs shoulder. âSince weâre letting out our dirty laundry, I suppose that I should confess that I was worried that you werenât going to want to date me because youâre gay, and Iâm not a guy.â
âSexuality is fluid. I can like you and still call myself gay, right?â Remyâs voice almost sounded scaredâlike he was afraid to say something wrong.
âThatâs fair.â They felt Remy shift a bit, smiling. âIs it too early to say that I love you?â
âNah. I love you, too.â
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âThatâll be ten bucks, Virgil,â Logan said, holding his hand out for the money as he stared out the doors to the courtyard. They had been planning to eat outside to work on a project together, but Virgil had seen their friends sitting on the sidewalk and stopped them before they intruded.
âWe donât even know what happened! This is stupid,â Virgil grumbled as he slammed the money into Loganâs hand.
A wicked smirk spread on Loganâs face. âAllâs fair in love and war.â
âIâm gonna fucking tattle on you to Patton, and heâll kick your ass to next week.â
Terror overshadowed the smugness in Loganâs expression, and he moved to chase after his best friend. âWait, hold on! We can talk about this!â
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Hello! Would you write 20 year old Keith, no longer living with shiro (because college) going back for a weekend and getting sick/hurt and his father takes care of him and reminisces about Keith's childhood?
Hello there! Thank you for your patience and I had a lot of fun with this one. Poor Keith is homesick and Shiro is reminiscing about Keithâs childhood. Hopefully, this is the start of a roll and I can get out a bunch of asks. Thanks for sending this prompt nonny! Enjoy!
x.V.x
       Keith was a perfectly independent man at the fresh age of twenty-five.
       He was halfway through getting a teaching degree in college. He had his own apartment and he even had a boyfriend, who seemed to be sticking around. He paid his bills, received benefits from his military service, walked his dog and made dinner all by himself.
       In fact, Keith had been an independent man since returning home from service at twenty-three. He had only spent about six months at his dadâs place before moving into the dorms (which had been a complete nightmare).
       All in all, Keith was an independent man who did not need a parent to take care of him.
       Or, thatâs what he kept telling himself.
       Life was good; it really was. His boyfriend was in the top five sweetest people in Keithâs life next to his father and his dad. He was just beginning to understand that this relationship might just be what love was like. His dog was great (even if he missed Red with all of his heart), school wasnât too much of a challenge and he even had a small job as a teaching assistant at a dance studio.
       His choice in careers had been rather shocking to everyone. Everyone, even Shiro, had expected Keith to become a pilot of some sort. So, they were rather shocked when Keith announced that he wanted to become a dancing instructor. Better yet, Keith wanted to become a dancing instructor for kids with special needs or disabilities. However, everyone had supported Keithâs decision, especially Lance who was always telling Keith to let him know when Keith decided to open his own studio, and Lance would become his business partner in a heartbeat.
       Life was good, but Keith often found himself missing his old life from time to time. He missed his fatherâs constant presence. He missed the smell of fresh coffee in the morning, even if he despised coffee himself. He missed his grandparents coming over almost every day and annoying his father to no end. This was what it was like to be homesick.
       Keithâs shoulders slumped in realization. He was homesick.     Â
       His dad wasnât really all that far away. He was about six hours or so from where his dad still lived. It was a bit much to try and drive home at 2pm. Besides, his dad didnât need to be bothered with these silly worries that Keith had. He knew that he had to simply grow up. He couldnât rely on his dad forever.
       So Keith continued on, not finding the time to take a trip down to his childhood home, to visit his dad, for several weeks. The more and more that Keith went on, the more stressed he was becoming. His moods were slowly dropping, despite his friendsâ and boyfriendâs attempts at cheering him up. It was getting harder and harder to keep his sadness at bay. He found his insomnia beginning to return and his appetite decreasing.
       Even Keithâs students at the studio had noticed his sudden depressed moods and while their attempts at cheering up their teaching assistant were adorable, even they couldnât keep a smile on Keithâs face for long.
       It was then that his boyfriend knew he had to do something. Something to bring back that spark in Keithâs eyes. Quietly, he slipped out of the room during one of the rare chances where Keith had managed to fall asleep, due to exhaustion, before dialing a familiar number on his phone.
       âTakashi? Hi, I think we need to talk.â
x.V.x
       âKeith, you donât have to do this if you donât want to.â Shiro was smiling despite his words. He resisted the urge to take even more pictures than he already had. Keith was already plenty embarrassed for a ten-year-old. On the ground, from where he was pouting, Keith crossed his arms over his chest and merely sighed loudly. Beside him, Lance giggled but continued with his stretches.
       âYeah, Mr. Grumpy pants. If you wanna do ballet, you gotsta loosen up. Youâre too stiff when youâre grumpy.â Lance announced after he finished stretching. His own leotard was a deep, royal blue with lots of sparkles and glitter adoring it. Lance looked absolutely drop-dead, adorable in his leotard. It was fairly obvious that he was far more comfortable in the ballet studio than Keith was, and that this was his element. Shiro always remembered watching Lanceâs gymnastic performances and he had to admit that the kid had talent.
       âNo. Iâm here and thatâs enough,â Keith grumbled, not bothering to move from where he had planted himself on the floor, even when the teacher had arrived. His own leotard was plain black, without any sparkles or added to it. Just the way that Keith liked it. It was looser than what most dancers would have worn, but Keith vehemently refused a skin-tight suit.
       Lance rolled his eyes but Shiro was surprised when Lance didnât fire back an argument. Instead, he smiled slightly and headed over to the teacher with a bright smile. The other children all flocked to the beautiful dancer, and even Shiro smiled in greeting to her, but Keith was seated firmly on the ground.
       Sighing, Shiro knelt down.
       âHey buddy, you donât have to sign up for ballet if you donât like it,â Shiro said softly, as he tried to get Keithâs attention. Keith puffed his cheeks out in a pout and shook his head. âCome on buddy, itâ obvious that youâre very uncomfortable and that you donât like this. We can go home, before class starts. How about that? You and I can go home and cuddle up with Red and watch movies on the couch?â
       For a brief moment, Keith looked as if he really wanted to go with Shiro, but in the end, he shook his head once more. âNo daddy, I canât.â
       Feeling like this was going to take a while, Shiro finally sat down on his butt. âHow come baby?â He gently stroked a finger up and down Keithâs cheek. For a split second, Keithâs eyes glanced over at Lance and Shiro almost thought the worst.
       Could his baby boy, have a crush on Lance? Was he doing all this to impress a crush?
       Shiro was too young to be worrying about boyfriends. Keith was too young.
       âLance really likes ballet, and heâs been wanting to try it,â Keith mumbled quietly as he fiddled with his thumbs. Shiro felt his heartbeat beginning to pick up in speed. âBut some kids at school were making fun of him for it. Said it was for stupid girls. Not boys.â Keith admitted quietly and suddenly Shiroâs heart began to crack. Oh.
       âThey made Lance really sad and he didnât want to be the only boy, in case they were right, so thatâs why I gotta do this daddy,â Finally, Keith looked up at Shiro and Shiro was stunned at the fire and passion in his sonâs eyes. It made Shiro fall in love with his son all over again. âSo Lance wonât be alone and he can be happy, and to show those dummies that ballet can be for boys too.â
       âOh, my little star,â Shiro beamed proudly at his son, before scooping Keith up into his arms. âYou have no idea how big your heart is. Never, ever, lose your heart baby, no matter what happens, okay?â
       Keith giggled as he tried to wiggle out of his dadâs arms. âOkay, daddy.â The two sat in a quiet embrace until the teacher began to call for her students. Keith wriggled some more. âDaddy, I gotta go. Put me down now.â Reluctantly, Shiro put his son down with a kiss on his forehead before Keith was walking over to Lance and the other kids.
       Never lose your love, Keith.
x.V.x
       Shiro smiled to himself at the memory that had come to mind as he leaned against the wall outside of the rehearsal room. Of course, only once Keith was old enough did he and Shiro have a good laugh on how ballet was not Keithâs thing. Though, it had been the start of Keithâs passion for music and eventually led him to other forms of dance that Keith enjoyed much more.
       After receiving the call from Keithâs boyfriend, Shiro had packed up for a weekend trip to his sonâs home the very next day and left bright and early in the morning. Heâd been dying for a reason to visit Keith or have Keith visit him, after not seeing his son for nearly six months straight. Shiro knew that as Keith got older their time together wouldnât be as much as it was when Keith was a child.
       He grew homesick without his son, despite staying home.
       Apparently, Shiro hadnât been the only one and upon hearing of Keithâs sadness, he was ready to drop everything.
       Heâd gotten into town about an hour ago and after dropping off his stuff at Keithâs and welcoming Keithâs boyfriend with a hug, Shiro had driven all the way to the studio where Keith taught at. Granted, Shiro was aware that Keith was a teacher assistant and while he had seen pictures and some videos, he had never seen Keith teach in person.
       Before greeting Keith, Shiro wanted to take a few moments to observe his son and watch him. To see the man that his little boy had grown up into.
x.V.x
       âNo Daddy,â
       âNo?â Shiro sighed tiredly. It was late in the evening and Keith still wasnât in bed. Keithâs bedtime had passed about three hours ago, and the boy had yet to even get into his bed.
       âDaddy, no,â Keith repeated. His butt was firmly on the ground, and his face set into a pout. He was missing his pajama pants but Shiro had managed to wrangle a shirt on him. Keith had been learning to become very vocal since uttering his first words a little over a month ago. Before Keith barely even breathed too loud but now he was talking every day and while Shiro was thrilled with happiness that Keith was talking, Keithâs favorite words seemed to be âDaddyâ and âNo.â
       Not only that, but Keithâs sentences can still sometimes be frazzled and Shiro didnât always understand what Keith was saying which frustrated Keith.
       âKeith, you know that bedtime was at eight oâclock,â Shiro tiredly explained to the four-year-old. âAnd what time is it now?â
       âNo time daddy!â Keith shrieked. Shiro winced, forcing himself to take in a deep breath. He had expected outbursts and tantrums like this. Of course, he did. Thatâs how kids worked. Keith might be one of the most well-behaved children that Shiro ever knew (and no, of course, he wasnât biased) but even Keith wasnât immune to temper tantrums and fits.
       âNo, Keithâs itâs past eleven oâclock,â Shiro said firmly, hands on his hips when Keith slapped the floor. âWay past your bedtime mister. Past daddyâs bedtime too.â
       âNo,â Keith slapped the floor again. âNo. No. No.â
       Sighing, Shiro bent down to pick Keith off the floor, only for Keith to meltdown in a fit of screaming and crying. His heart would twinge with every shriek, but he was honestly just so exhausted right now. Keith must be tired.
       âKeith, no. Donât hit people.â Shiro grunted when Keith whacked at his head. He managed to grab Keithâs arms only for Keith to continue to scream and cry before going limp in Shiroâs arms.
       âItâs time for bed, honey, youâre exhausted.â Shiro pleaded tiredly one more time. Keithâs cries only increased in volume, but he remained limp in Shiroâs arms.
       âNo, no, no. Bed, no. Time, no.â Keith hiccupped. Shiro wouldnât have been able to understand Keith on a regular day, but when his brain was fried with exhaustion and he was covered in tears and snot, he didnât have a chance.
       Eventually, Shiro sat down heavily on Keithâs bed and began humming. He closed his eyes, beyond exhausted as he hummed alongside Keithâs cries. Until, eventually, all that Shiro could hear was his own humming. Shiro glanced down at Keith with one eye open and nearly sagged in relief upon seeing Keith asleep.
       Finally.
       As careful and as quietly as he could, Shiro tucked Keith into his bed (forgoing the pants for one night) and crept out of Keithâs room. He practically faceplanted into his bed out of exhaustion.
       Donât worry Keith, the sun comes after the rain.
x.V.x
       That hadnât been Keithâs first or his last meltdown. But after each and every one of them, there was always smiles and laughter.
       Shiro smiled even wider at the thoughts in his head while watching Keith with his students. Shiro could clearly see that Keithâs smile was fake and that he wasnât putting his all into the lesson, but despite his own inner turmoil, he was extremely attentive to each and every student. Any time one of them asked for his help, Keith gave them his whole attention and made sure to keep helping them until they no longer needed it. He constantly praised the form, routines, and looks of all the students.
       Shiro was so proud to call Keith his son.
       In the next second, Keith glanced up from his students to look through the window where most of the parents were waiting for the lesson to end when his heart stopped upon seeing his dad. He had to blink several times just to be sure that his dad wasnât a trick of the light.
       However, the longer that his dad stayed the waterier his eyes became.
       His dad was here. Heâd come when Keith had needed him.
       Quickly, he turned back to his student, embarrassed, and refused to cry in front of them. This left Shiro laughing quietly to himself.
       x.V.x
       âKeith, what do you want to be when you grow up?â
       âA dog-training, fire-breathing, astronaut pilot, for the army!â
       ââŚwow, that sure isâŚa job.â
       âOr Iâll just be daddy.â
       âLike me?â
       âYeah. Being daddy sounds great. You were the best.â
       âAww, Keith. Iâm so touched.â
       âYep, âcept I wonât have a lame-ass haircut as you.â
       âKeith! Language!â
       âBut daddy, thatâs what Uncle Kuro and Antok always say. I agree, but Uncle Kuroâs hair is just as bad too.â
       âCanât argue with that.â
x.V.x
       âWhat are you doing here?â
       âYou know a, âHi Dad, itâs so great to see you, wait how about a hug,â would have been just as nice too.â Shiro chuckled while Keith glared at him. âYou were really good out there. Those kids love you and you really help kids that other people donât know how to help.â
       A small blush slipped over Keithâs cheeks at the praise and Shiro beamed. âBut I missed you. Itâs been over half a year since your last visit! Besides, I wanted to see how you and your man were settling into your new place.â Shiro smirked, wiggling his eyebrows and Keith rolled his eyes. He playfully punched Shiroâs shoulders before waving goodbye to his instructor and the kids.
       âSo you were lonely?â Keith asked, refusing to admit that it had been his fault that Shiro had come up for a visit.
       âYeah. Can you blame me? My friends are all out of town on a camping trip and Uncle Kuro is traveling overseas, and my only baby boy is six hours from me. Plus, itâs embarrassing to go to my parentsâ house every day at my age. Iâm beginning to think theyâre cleaning up my old room for me to move back into.â Shiro shuddered to himself and Keith snickered.
       âYou wouldnât be able to fit in that racecar bed.â Keith chuckled causing Shiro to laugh.
       âIâll have you know that it was a limited edition, giant lion robot warrior that defended the universe from evil aliens.â
       âDad.â
       âYeah?â
       âThanks.â
       âAnytime sweetheart, anytime.â
#single dad shiro#single dad shiro AU#kiddie!AU#kiddie!paladins#voltron legendary defender#thanks nonny#poor Keith wants his dad#they all need to be neighbors#The whole shirogane family
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Miracle Mistake
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warning: Angst little fluff I kinda cried a little writing it
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 You were only teenagers. You shouldnât have done what you did.  Peter Parker, your crush since you could remember, asked you out, finally mid junior year. You thought youâd bounce off the walls. He was so cute, his smile so bright and relief filled when you said yes. Was there really any wonder you fell for him in the first place?  Two years. Two amazing, wonderful years you dated him. He was the sweetest boyfriend ever. It wasnât perfect all the time, nothing ever is, but it was as close as you thought possible. The dates were never big except on birthdays or anniversaries. They mostly consisted of movies at home, homemade meals, grabbing take out to go on a picnic, or cuddle sessions sometimes during movies. It didnât matter what you did together. You were together, thatâs what mattered.  Right after graduation, he proposed to you. It felt like when he first asked you out. You said yes, obviously.  Then, college happened. He still had the âinternshipâ (you knew about that since you guys started dating) along with classes, so you rarely had time to be together, except for days off and school breaks.  And, one day, the break got steamy.  You were both nineteen, been dating for almost three years. You thought it was overdue, but maybe itâd help him relieve stress.  That worked, too well.  Peter left during summer vacation, telling you the Avengers had a huge problem that he had to help with. While it wasnât common for him to be called in a lot now (Tony wanted him to focus on school more), you knew by the look in his eyes he had to go. He wanted to help save the world. The next day, you kiss him, tell him to be safe, and start praying to anyone to bring him back safe.  Three days later find you heaving into the toilet. Since it was school break, Peterâs aunt, May, let you stay with her in Peterâs room. She held your hair back, but you couldnât help thinking it should be Peter there instead.  âHoney, do you feel okay?â May asked you quietly, rubbing your back as you use a wet rag to clean your face from the sweat.  âIâŚI donât know, MayâŚI donât feel like Iâm sick, butâŚI donât know. I miss Peter. Could that be it?â  She pressed a hand against your forehead and shook her head. âNo fever, so maybe itâs a stomach bug. Should go away in a few days.â  You nodded, taking her advice to nibble on some crackers, drink some soft drinks, and rest. When you didnât stop getting sick every morning, and sometimes more during the day, she drove you to the doctorâs office. You were both stunned when the doctor revealed you were pregnant.  Pregnant. You were having Peterâs child. And he wasnât here to know.  You spent the rest of the day locked in his room crying on his bed, finding photos heâd taken of you and others someone else had taken of both of you. There were even a few you took, though they werenât nearly as good as his. One was him trying to wrestle the camera out of your hand, another was him laughing with an adorable nose scrunch.  God, you missed him  You were three months along when you heard news that the Avengers were back in New York and you hailed the first cab you could to go to Stark Tower. You were barely showing through Peterâs old sweatshirt, which is why you were wearing it then. The Avengers were just heading inside, but you yell out at them and stop them. Tony recognized you first, Peter brought you around a couple times to the lab. You saw his face drop as he wasnât in his suit, which only made your heart drop as well.  âMr. Stark?â you asked softly, clasping your hands together as some of his team stop to look at you.  âYes, maâam?â  âWhere is he? Whereâs Peter?â you asked so only he could hear you.  He stayed deathly quiet until it hit you. Peter wasnât there. He wasnât going to be there.  He was never coming back home to you.  âIâm sorry, miss. We tried to tell him it was too dangerous, that we were regrouping, but he wouldnât listen. He was determined to finish the mission andâŚcome home to you.â  One hand covered your mouth as the other arm wrapped around your stomach. You felt ill, but it wasnât baby ill. All you could think about was how badly he mustâve tried to come back, to fight as hard as he could to just get it done with.  Tony reached into his back pocket and pulled out Peterâs mask, holding it out to you. âHe wanted you to have it. To have something of his.â  You choked on a sob as you took it, holding it to your chest. Tony scratched the back of his head awkwardly, feeling extremely bad for telling you you had lost the love of your life. He had his own chauffer to drive you home since you couldnât put the mask away and itâd be weird for other people to see you with Spider-Manâs mask.  May opened the door to see you bawling, holding the mask. She pulled you into a tight hug and pulled you inside, hushing you softly to calm you down. You sobbed against her, wanting nothing to do with life for the rest of your life. Then you remembered the child inside of you and you, with Mayâs help, pulled yourself together enough to function.  Which is why youâre currently sitting with your back against a stone outside, the grass tickling your legs, a new ultrasound in hand. You smile softly as you trace the outline of your baby, then your fingers skip over to the outline of the other baby nearly hidden behind the first.  âI bet youâre tired of me coming by and talking about this every couple days or weeks,â you whisper to yourself, tipping your head back to look at the sky. âI just canât help it. Iâm scared, but also excited. I mean, thereâs twins, Pete. Can you believe it?â You laugh softly, tucking the picture back into your pocket.  Your hands trace the now noticeable stretch of your stomach. How you wish he was here with you.  âI was thinking of names, you know?â your voice sounds small even to yourself. âAndâŚI wanted to name one Ben. Well, Benjamin. But call him Ben. I think you wouldâve liked that.â You take a deep breath to keep your voice even. âBenjamin Peter Parker. It sounds really cute. I also found out that theyâre twin boys, soâŚthe other one is Michael Scott Parker. Um, Aunt May came up with Scott, butâŚMichael was my dad. You know what happened with that. A-anyway��yeah. Iâm giving them your last name.â  Wiping some of the tears that had streaked your cheeks without you knowing. It hurt. It really did. All that youâd ever hoped for was a life with your crush, your boyfriend, your fiancĂŠ. The father of your twins. You let out a quiet sob as you turn to look at the headstone youâd been leaning against, tracing the name on it. âI donât even know where the Avengers had you buriedâŚif I knew thatâŚI might have closureâŚbut I canât ask Stark again. I canât face him after what he told me.â You lean your head against the cold stone, almost imagining it as Peter, holding you close. âI miss youâŚmy heroâŚI wish you didnât have to be oneâŚyouâre amazing, Pete. I hate that you had to be a hero like thatâŚâ  You sit up, resting your hands on your stomach to feel one of them kick gently, a small smile gracing your lips. âI love you. Always will. Thank you for everything youâve ever down for me, PeterâŚI wonât let you down. I promise you and these boys. Plus, I have your aunt. Thatâs how I know theyâll be amazingâŚbecause she raised you.â  You press a small kiss to the headstone before standing up and walking back to your car, wiping off the rest of the tears off your cheeks. You can do this. You have to do this for Peter.  You donât even notice or feel the eyes following you as you leave the cemetery.  You were teenagers and you shouldnât have done it, but you wouldnât change it at all. Your mistake turned into a miracle. And thatâs how itâs staying for you.
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Live Blog For Game Of Thrones 7x05 "Eastwatch"
# Bronn, Jamie's white Knight # "You could have killed me" seriously Jamie, he just risked his own life to save yours # Bronn not here for fighting against dragons, he's out # Tyrion really not suited for war or the aftermath though I suppose the other two battles he was involved in he passes out so his never seen the aftermath # Just drogon doing some modeling # Dany doing another version of the break the wheel speech, glad she's staying true to her goals # Drogon roaring "bend the knee to my mama bitches" and them all dropping instantly # Tyrion arguing with Randyll about how Cersei murdered Margaery and killed their leige house # Dany and Tyrion contemplating sending Randyll to the wall but him refusing, does he want to die or something seriously # Dickon you idiot listen to Tyrion and your father # I'm thinking Dany is very against imprisoning people due to her name "breaker of chains" she would seem like a hypocrite to her unsullied if she puts chains on men # just change your bloody minds Tarly's seriously # she has the same resigned look on her face when she says Dracarys as when she was forced to behead the former slave :( # Jamie saying Dothraki will beat any mercenary army Cersei hires, damn right # "This isn't a war we can win" Jamie being smart # "If you were Olenna would you rather your granddaughter marry Joffrey or Tommen" damn good point Jamie, you really are smarter # Cersei calling Jamie "the soldier" damn that's cold # How long has Jon been waiting on that cliff for his future wife lol # Jon being dramatic AF wearing his cloak # Drogon going who is this yummy snack # Jon being conceal your fear don't show it # Dany hoping Drogon doesn't eat her new crush # Jon hoping Drogon doesn't bite him # omg I wanna pet a dragon # Jon being amazed at Drogon, thinks his pretty cool # Dany feeling so hot right now ;) # Dany being such a proud mama, gushing out her babies # Jon not agreeing causing Dany to give him a death stare causing Jon to backtrack and agree with her lol # "They're my children" aww Dany # "Fewer" Stannis would be proud Dany # "We both want to help people, we can only help people from a position of strength, sometimes strength is terrible" what a amazing speech Dany, making complete sense # Was Jon about to tell her the truth? # omg Jorah, Dany's brave bear has returned to her # The smile Dany has at seeing Jorah lights up her face in a way we haven't seen for seasons # Jorah and Jon eyeing each other off, get along guys I love you both # Dany so happy at saying "you look strong" # Jorah calling Dany "My Queen" aww my feelings # Jorah asking to be accepted back into Dany's service and Dany saying "It would be my honour" with the biggest smile # Dany slowly and tenderly wrapping her arms around Jorah in the sweetest most vulnerable hug I've ever seen, they're together again. All the feelings are killing me đđ # I live for jealous Jon ;) his going what the hell, what about me! # Bran being amazing by controlling a flock of ravens to spy on the night king # The Archmaester the only Maester listening to Sam about Bran's raven, still not quite believing but wanting the truth # I am her hand not her head, good line Tyrion # Jesus, Varys telling Tyrion how he watched as the mad king tortured people for fun # "Daenerys is not her father" damn right Tyrion # "did you read it?" "It's a sealed scroll for the king of the north" "what's it say?" lol Varys and Tyrion cracking me up # Jon's blank expression saying Bran and Arya are alive, Jesus Jon you are allowed to think about something other than the White Walkers otherwise what's the point in living # "I'm happy for you....you don't look happy" Dany already reading Jon so well # Jon knowing shit's about to hit the fan # Jon wanting Dany to join him North but Dany not willing to leave Westeros to Cersei # Tyrion and another brilliant plan, Not! # "bring the dead to her" lol that doesn't sound so great Tyrion # Jon definitely considering it # Varys making a lot of sense, saying Cersei will try to murder them # Tyrion counting on Jamie's love for him to help them # lol When Dany asks how he would get in to Kings Landing both Jon and Tyrion stare at Davos, smuggling time # omg Jorah NO! You just got back, stop being so heroic and volunteering yourself # Dany not wanting Jorah to leave her and risk his life but knowing she can't convince him otherwise # Jon looking between Jorah and Dany, not being able to work them out and feeling jealous lol # Jon now volunteering himself as well, what is this a competition boys! # Jon and Dany only staring at each other # now Jorah looking between Jon and Dany # Dany trying to be queenly to protect both her northern boys from a suicide mission but failing # "I put my trust in you" "for all my people...our people" "I'm asking you to put your trust in a stranger because it's our best chance" wow Jon just wow # your an idiot lord Glover, how can you possibly win with fewer than 10,000 men and only two weapons Longclaw and Oathkeeper to kill the white walkers with. Bloody dumbass! # Arya all "hell no bitches, you don't ever go against my brother!" # Shut your trap Lord Royce, why are you even still here. Your not a northerner. # I swear these northerners need someone to babysit and hold their hands constantly # Sansa standing up for Jon like a good sister should # "you always liked nice things, made yiunfeel better than everyone" girls your sisters try to get along # Arya not happy about the lords insulting Jon, Sansa trying to keep the peace # Arya being the biggest Jon supporter and wanting to cut the heads off people who insult him # Okay Arya and Sansa need to sit down together and talk about everything they've been though to understand each other better because this is just ridiculous # "last time I was here I killed my father with a crossbow" "last time I was here you killed my son with wildfire" damn Tyrion you sure do like your Kings Landing Kills # Bronn leading Jamie down in the dungeons and Insulting him while he does it lol # Come one, I wanna actually see Tyrion and Bronn talk! # Jamie looking betrayed by Bronn # Tyrion trying to break the ice by complimenting Jamie and failing # "I told Bronn if I ever saw you again I'd cut you in half" "it'll take awhile with a sparring sword" omg Tyrion cracking a joke when your brother threatens to kill you # "he hated me because of what I am" omg Jamie on the verge of tears and so am I # Tyrion telling Jamie that Dany is not her father # omg Gendry, you finally stopped rowing. Where did all that beautiful hair go though? # "Thought you still might be rowing" omg the writers taking advantage of all the memes, bloody brilliant # Gendry instantly hoping on fighting what's coming train, without barely any explanations so eagerly lol # Gendry feeling like he has a higher purpose in life # Gendry and his hammer ;) # Davos being horrified prices have gone up since his last been to Kings Landing lol # "fermented crab..." Like Viagra apparently lol # lol Davos to tell them to hurry to a brothel otherwise they'll put a hole in their chainmail. Wow his hilarious this episode # The Gold Cloaks recognizing Tyrion with his scar, bloody hell after all of Davos hard work # Gendry eagerly smashing the gold cloaks faces in with his hammer, damn he really enjoyed that # Cersei's blank face and utter silence when Jamie tells her he met with Tyrion # Jamie not impressed when Cersei suggests punishing Bronn. Bronn is off limits Cersei! # Cersei being delusional in thinking she can manipulate Dany # Cersei sucking Jamie back in her web by announcing she's pregnant # Jamie being happy until Cersei threatens him "never betray me again" and his face drops # Davos telling Gendry to pretend his someone else, Gendry agrees then blurts out to Jon his Robert's bastard lol # "your a lot leaner" "your a lot shorter" lol Ned and Robert would be proud, Jon's face though when he gets called shirt lol # Gendry eagerly volunteering himself for the suicide mission, all these brave dumbnesses # "you may not believe it but I've missed you Mormont...nobody glowers quite like you" lol # "our queen needs you" aww love the Tyrion and Jorah friendship and how much Tyrion understands how much Jorah and Dany need each other # aww the way Dany and Jorah look at each other with such sad eyes :( # "we should be better at saying farewell by now" I don't want anymore farewell guys just stay together # Jorah not knowing what to say so Dany just holding his hands đđ # Jorah looking at Jon approaching before kissing Dany's hands so sweetly # Dany watching Jorah leave once again :( # "At least you won't have to deal with the king in the north anymore" "I've gotten used to him" aww you two lovebirds # Their looks kill me # Dany watching her northern boys leave her đđđ # Gilly so excited about what she's reading # Gilly inadvertently saying Rhaegar married Lyanna lol # Poor Elia though, she deserved better. He could of at least let her return to Dorne before that so her family could of protected her and their children # Sam frustrated, him just wanting to help against the fight against the white walkers, so off he goes to steal books to help with the war and ditching the citadel, you go Sam! # Arya spying on Littlefinger but Littlefinger being on to her, she ain't fooling him # Littlefinger planting S1 Sansa's letter for Arya to find even though Catelyn, Robb and Luwin saw right through the letter and knew they were Cersei's words not Sansa's, Arya not seeing the same, bloody hell Arya your smarter than this don't let him fool you # lol Tormund cracks me up # Tormund wanting Brienne and Jon knowing what's up lol # oohh lot's of tensions, Jon recognizes The Hound, Gendry recognizes Beric and Thoros, Jorah recongnizes Thoros but in a good way, Tormund knowing Jorah is Jeor Mormont's son the former lord commander lol loving the tensions # "we're all on the same side...we're all breathing" damn Jon has had some good lines this episode # my adorable band of misfits going on a suicidal adventure together, I am living for this
#gots7#game of thrones#Eastwatch#jonerys#got 7x05#got#daenerys Targaryen#jon snow#game of thrones season 7#snowstorm#jorah mormont#dany x jorah#jon x daenerys
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