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discoveredreality · 11 months ago

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intro post <3

don't mind me editing this like every single day lol

my dm's and askbox is always open if u want to talk <3

anons are welcome too <3

also if u want to make new friends i am right here pls say hi im fucking lonely😭

anyways

BELOVED MOOTS <33333 (everyone is tagging them and this is fun)

this in no particular order just whoever pops up on my dash or smth idk. not every moots just the ones i actually know lol. ok so

@im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon THEY'RE AMAZING LOVE THEM SM IF U DON'T FUCK OFF BECAUSE OMG KJHLGJKFJHLKYFJHKJGL

@ma-lan13 HELP MY BESTIE IRL GOT TUMBLR OMG OMG. AND SHES ACTUALLY USING IT WTF?????? ANYWAYS SHES THE BEST <333

@bloophasarrived SHE'S THE SWEETEST AND SO WONDERFUL. HER PERSONALITY SPARKLES AND OMG SHE'S SO FUN AHHH

@marylily-my-beloved I LOVE HERRR WE HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS. SO NICE AND EASY TO TALK TO. AND WHY DOES SHE KNOW ME SO WELL <3333

@im-just-here4853 my vent buddy omg we just vent to each other i love her so much idk what i would do without her <33

@im-on-crack-send-help TWINNING IN LITERALLY EVERYTHING. SAME MUSIC TASTE. SAME TASTE IN FOOD. IN DRINKS. IN THE WAY WE THINK. WTF. ANYWAYS SHE'S MY POOKIE I LOVE HER <333

@the-gay-skeleton-in-ur-closet THEY'RE THE BEST OMGGGGG and they're nice and cool and shit <333333 i'm quoting myself it's fine AND LIKE SO NICE AND GOOFY AND EVERYTHING OMG

@cubemagnet somene i met on a random post and now we occasionally team up to correct grammar lol 🤓🤓🤓 anyways she's amazing :D and everything she says is so iconic like isjflsrijglruhglsuglijrsg

@book-girl4eva SHE'S AMAZINGGGGG. IT'S SO EASY TO GOOF AROUND W HER I LOVE IT. SHE ALWAYS SLAYS SO HARD. EVERYTHING ABOUT HER SLAYS. idk if you'll see this but this is for u pookie <3

@mil-pinterest-sss-here-i-am ??? questioning why we're moots. but he's literally so nice. literally will be my therapist and help me w maths because that shit is impossible 😭

@dandelionflowery omg literally so kind and everything all the time. so fun fun reading their fics and doing shit together omg

@sweetwarmcookies16 OMG RIJGDJFGIJFGIF THE BEST I LOVE PLAYING GAMES TOGETHER AND TALKING AND EVERYTHING. ALSO AN AMAZING WRITER

idk brain isnt braining ill add ppl as i go along

moodboards made by my lovely lovely moots <3

so far i only have one here cause i forgot to link the previous ones whoops 😭😭😭

about me

i'm ari. she/her. nicknames welcome. go wild. dude/bro/girl/literally anything is also fine. i use 'lol' and '<3' too much. minor. literally the biggest procrastinator and so disorganised i dare u to find someone worse than me. i'm indian but i live in australia. bengali/north indian idk. band kid :D my pinterest is here. PLEASE DM ME IF U WANT TO. I NEED FRIENDS. IM AWKWARD AND BAD AT MAKING CONVERSATION BUT STILL PLS 😭😭😭

personality/star sign or whatever

according to the mbti test here i am an istp-t. i am also a cancer. i found out my sun, moon and rising signs and the marauders version and i wrote it down and lost it so then i redid it and i lost it again so i can't bother at this point someone help me :(

time zone

Australian Eastern Standard Time (AEST) i think?? SUCK ON THAT AMERICANS AND WHOEVER ELSE EHHEHEHHEHE ;LSDJFSFJIJFDJF;LJ

my music taste

i love taylor swift, conan gray, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter and honestly a lot of other stuff lol. also love bollywood music.

favourite books and authors

i love reading and i'm usually a really fast reader lol. i love harry potter (fuck jkr tho), kotlc, chetan bhagat books, the inheritance games, agggtm, literally all of karen m. mcmanus's books, the divergent series, pjo and hoo, lorien legacies, the selection, powerless, soc, girl in pieces, dictionary of lost words and bookbinder of jericho, all the books by amish, and a bunch of other books.

dni

idk the usual?? if u think ppl arent valid or you're literally an asshole. honestly you all can go get stuffed. idgaf

tag games and shit

yes you can absolutely tag me. i love tag games and chain asks. sometimes i may not get to doing it but i usually will and it makes me so happy when i'm tagged lol

tags

i don't post that much stuff so i don't really have mulitple tags for my posts. anything or any shitposting or thoughts will be tagged #ari's shit. for asks it's #ari gets an ask?

fandoms!

i'm literally obsessed with drarry but i'm mostly part of the marauders fandom. i'm starting to make my way through all of the marauders fics. i love love love hermitcraft. i'm an ethogirl literally who doesn't love etho?? also really into trafficblr. i literally love six of crows so much like omg. desperately trying to get through the magnus archives im only 8 years late haha i also love kotlc sm. (team foster-keefe forever!) i'm low-key in love with keefe sencen cause omg. aaaand also a bunch of other shit but those are the main ones idk bro

i'm bored and this is too long already might as well add more so here are a bunch of userboxes :D

and that's all not because i have self control but because there is a limit to images per post 😭😭😭 i literally had to delete some of my aesthetic images for this soooo

all the above photos are not mine, i got them off of pintrest.

my profile pic is obviously from the makowka picrew here

the beautiful dividers are linked here. these are by @saradika-graphics she is a literal star these dividers are so good

IK THIS IS WAY TOO FUCKING LONG AND I KEEP ON ADDING SHIT MORE SHIT SO IF U ACTUALLY LIKE READ TO THE BOTTOM THIS HERE IS FOR U LMFAO ILYSM <333333

#ari's shit

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popppyfur · 2 months ago

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...Im having thoughts and i need a 2nd opinion.

How long ago do we reckon trolls were caught/eaten/found by bergens? (relative to the great escape for simplicity)

lemme walk you through my thoughts...

we dont know how the tunnels got there, did the trolls dig them? or something else? or were they always there?

When did Peppy decide to use the tunnels? when were they discovered?

How many trolls did the bergens eat. surely at first they must have bean eating HEAPS of trolls daily before realised that they would run out. how long was it until then?

It had to have been long enough that they would have then decided to make trollstice (help cant spell) a yearly tradtion. could it at first have been monthly?

We dont know how many pop trolls there were at first. have their number gone down? by how much? since more being eaten means less babies.

How many queens/kings were at the troll tree? Just peppy? his parents? But that raises the question of wether or not any of the escaped trolls remember a time before the bergens.

-- A brand new, different anon.

GOD you reminded me of when i eventually realized how massively fucked the pop trolls were pre 1st movie. i remember trying to read everything i could that talked about it and staying up til 4 am to do it because holy hell they were being eaten on a yearly basis. IM HOLDING UR HAND AND SHAKING IT REALLY HARD. and im gonna answer this as jumbled as i can bc. its me. the professional yapper.

on that note ! all under read more to spare everyones dashboards

also, i havent really gone through actual specific numbers, my brains just settled on some vague decision that the pop trolls dont pass the hundreds, or five hundreds. that is to say, poppy would probably still try to know everyone by name just bc she would lol. so i hope you guys can just make up imaginary numbers of years too !!

we dont know how the tunnels got there, did the trolls dig them? or something else? or were they always there? When did Peppy decide to use the tunnels? when were they discovered?

ive always kinda assumed that the pop trolls dug it themselves! they knew about it long enough that they bothered to leave behind decoys of themselves after all. im assuming its a part of a long, long long list of attempts to escape, and they finished digging just a bit before the last trollstice. peppy wasnt gonna risk losing any more, especially since poppy herself was gonna be given to gristle

How many trolls did the bergens eat. surely at first they must have bean eating HEAPS of trolls daily before realised that they would run out. how long was it until then? It had to have been long enough that they would have then decided to make trollstice (help cant spell) a yearly tradtion. could it at first have been monthly? We dont know how many pop trolls there were at first. have their number gone down? by how much? since more being eaten means less babies.

i lost the damn reddit post so im gonna make my own screenshot instead LOL

from left to right, classical, techno, pop, funk, country, and the red blob under them; rock with a mix of other trolls

so like. THIS FUCKING DEVASTATED MEEEEEEEEEEEE. assuming theres more classical trolls just off screen, the visible sheer difference in numbers from the pop trolls in comparison to the other tribes (FUNK IS AN OUTLIER HUMOR ME) just. genuinely left me a bit speechless.

and if you go back to the first movie and remember that the entirety of their village fit in branch's bunker not to mention the DAMN POT? it just. really puts itself into perspective. bc that stage was still relatively big, but the pot. the fucking pot. the entirety of pop village

ALL of them. in THERE? isnt that crazy? we can say that some escaped, sure. but just the fact that they couldve gotten wiped out just like that is so. messed up to me man ToT

i dont remember which fic i read it from anymore, but there was a line going how the pops initially outnumbered the other tribes and thats how they were ever able to threaten actually overtaking everyone. and like. YEAH SURE. fuck me up even more like that why dont ya!!!!!

so suffice to say, pop troll population not doing so hot! and all your thoughts is just one domino falling after another. you piece together the pieces and ultimately just ending up with one undeniable answer. they got eaten. simple as that.

How many queens/kings were at the troll tree? Just peppy? his parents? But that raises the question of wether or not any of the escaped trolls remember a time before the bergens.

and ur first question, putting them together for one last godawfully long ramble :]

How long ago do we reckon trolls were caught/eaten/found by bergens? (relative to the great escape for simplicity)

the fact that world tour makes it a point to say that only peppy ever knew of the other tribes makes me lean more onto the assumption that its been... a while? but also like. no one's ever mentioned viva? no one remembers the princess who was old enough to fight bergens and mention that to poppy??? whos to say these guys arent just repressing everything as they always do????????? [ITS HARD TO ARGUE SPECULATIONS HERE BC they had to make plot for the movies to make sense!!! its why it feels so mean to me to just blame everything on peppy LMAO. even if that is the easiest way to make sense of it. I WANT NUANCE DAMMIT]

so for the sake of it. i like to think that theyve been under the bergens' capture long enough that everyone outside of the royal family forgot about the time that they were even free from the bergens. long enough that the royal family could rewrite the scrapbooks to make it seem like it wasnt their fault. that it never was. whether to spare themselves the blame, selfish deniability, or just. give up the hope that there was a single minuscule possibility to have help from the outside.

i said before that i headcanonned peppy holding resentment for them in the belief that no one could ever bother to just check. and thats part of the reason why he doesnt even want to attempt getting to know them, since it probably felt like no one EVER cared except for themselves.

again. im sorry that i dont have a specific number for you though ToT the most i can say is that: its long enough that they forgot.

POST ANSWER ASK RAMBLEEEE

heres a fic that made me ugly cry about this! i think it gives really good answers to your questions!!!!!!! and though it doesnt completely fit with whats 'canon' (when has anything ever) its such a horrifying and deliciously good outlook on how the bergens affected the pop trolls as a whole! cant recommend it enough!! please leave the author kudos and love especially if this is your type of jam!!!

more than anything. the realization of how hard the pop trolls' lives mustve even been prior to the first movie made me have so much fucking love for them even more?? T_T even if it is unhealthy to an outside perspective, they tried to stay positive, and they got through all those yearly eatings thanks to it, no wonder they try to stay within that mindset even after everything. sometimes i wonder if they felt like its all they had

#ask #LONG ASS POST.#side note: world tours art book imply that king quincy and queen essence lived long enough that they protected their people from being #overtaken by pop #so for the sake of my mental health and this VERY VERY LONG RAMBLE. we're just gonna ignore All That. thank you for understanding <3 #this post took me too long. i accidentally closed the tab and lost progress not once but TWO TIMES.#please forgive me for any inconsistencies. consider that im just a guy with too much time on their hands.#and anon! im really dumb and i cant tell if your serious about being actually new or not KJHLKJHFDLJKDF #BUT WELCOME EITHER WAY!!!#THANK U FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO YAP ABOUT ONE OF THE MOST FUCKED UP THINGS ABOUT TROLLS EVER <33333333 #i messed up the funk troll monarch names please put the pitchforks down im sorry #ALSO TUMBLR KEEPS FUCKING UP THE FORMAT EVERYTIME I TRY TO EDIT THIS SORRY

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misscongeniality18 · 2 years ago

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if ur not comfortable with writing this one i totally get it but it would make me the happiest person on this planet if you could do peter sutherland x reader who has dependent personality disorder? if ur unfamiliar with it, symptoms include feeling helpless, submissive, incapable of taking care of themselves, difficulty being alone, trouble making everyday decisions, being over sensitive to criticism. for me it developed from childhood trauma/abuse so if u could include that too? dpd isnt something i see represented like, at all in fics and it would make me the happiest girl on earth to read one with peter <3

I am unfamiliar with DPD, but I'll give it my best shot! I hope you don't mind if I take a few liberties with the specific details of the reader's background, but I'll follow your request! I also apologize in advance if this doesn't represent correctly.

Keep Holding On - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! You are having a rough day, and you turn to Peter for support. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genre ! Fluff, some angst Warnings ! Reader has dependent personality disorder, people being rude for no reason, mentions of childhood trauma and abuse Word Count - 925

" Keep holding on 'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through Just stay strong 'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you " -Keep Holding On, Avril Lavigne

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Today was just one of those days.

Like Peter, you worked nights as an operator for a tech company’s help desk. But since you worked at home, you were left alone once Peter left for work. While you were actively taking calls, you were fine, but in between, you struggled.

You hated being alone because you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Sometimes there were so many things to do, you felt overwhelmed and just decided to watch TV instead. Peter was very sweet about it when he would come home, helping you make something to eat or offering to put your laundry in with his.

Peter was the only person who made you feel better.

Your dependent personality disorder started with your childhood. Your parents weren’t always the most supportive or loving parents in the world, and they were incredibly selfish. Instead of being allowed to play outside, you were forced to be in the house doing chores or constantly studying.

And you never did anything right. Or at least to her standards.

Your mother was controlling, and she always corrected everything you did. You didn’t scrub the counters in circles, and you used the wrong sponge. The clothes were folded too sloppily, and your handwriting wasn’t legible enough. Write your equations going across the paper, not going down. What do you mean, you want to take dance lessons? How will they help you in the real world? Go to computer camp instead, that will look good on your resume, and everyone used computers nowadays.

While your mother was stifling and constructive, your father was absent and dismissive. Spending most of his time at work or in his home office, he only cared to acknowledge you when it concerned him. He didn’t care what you did, as long as you didn’t bother him.

After you moved away for college, you were only able to obtain an associate’s degree in computer science, and you only managed to scrape by from the help of your roommate and your understanding professors. To you, nothing was good enough and you often had to be led through each assignment in order to complete it.

With your job, you got lucky because it was computers, and you knew computers inside and out. It had been programmed into your brain ever since you were a child. Your mother had made sure of that.

You had been lost until you met Peter. He was caring, protective, and understanding. He wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt you. He was the person you would turn to for comfort.

Until he couldn’t be there for you.

It wasn’t his fault, you knew that. Just like you, he had to work. But you still couldn’t push down the feeling of helplessness whenever he wasn’t with you.

You were feeling that way right now as you tried to reason and help a customer on the phone.

“Sir, I understand that you’re upset—“

“Upset?! Of course I’m upset! My computer isn’t working and you’re not doing anything about it! What are you, stupid?!”

Your bottom lip began to tremble, and you stuttered as you started to explain yourself. “I-I’m sorry s-sir, but y-you need to b-bring your c-computer in t-to one of our l-locations to r-remove the v-viruses��“

“Oh d-d-d-do I?” He stuttered mockingly back at you. “What do you know? You sound like a child, crying like that! I’m calling someone else because incompetent individuals like you don’t know how to do anything!”

The man hung up on you, and you dropped your phone into your lap, reminded of all the times your mother had yelled at you when you had done something wrong.

Tears ran down your cheeks as your body began to shake uncontrollably. You signed off of your work program, not caring if you were early. It was almost five in the morning, so you were close enough to clocking out.

Your hands scrambled for your phone as you pushed your laptop away, calling the first number on your speed dial.

“P-P-Peter,” you whispered when he answered.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t even get a few words out before you burst into tears.

“I’m walking down the hallway right now, I’ll be there in a few seconds.”

Soon enough, Peter walked into the apartment, throwing his briefcase down and rushing over to you. He didn’t say anything, just held you in his arms while making soft shushing noises into your ear. Once you calmed down enough, Peter pulled back, wiping away the saltiness on your cheeks and smoothing your hair from your face.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

You let out a shaky sigh, still trembling from crying. “This customer on the phone was being difficult, and he yelled at me and called me some names, and it only made me think of my mom, and…”

Your breath became labored, and Peter shushed you again, pulling you to him. Peter pressed his lips to your hair, your tear-stained cheeks. He rubbed his hands over your arms and your back, trying to smooth away the anxiety.

This time, your sigh came out calm and eased. You wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck. “Thank you,” you whispered. “You always know what to do.”

Peter pulled you away so he could see your face, staring into your eyes, still sore from crying. “It will be okay. It’s one step at a time. You just have to keep holding on.”

He kissed you, hands cradling your jaw, and there was no place you felt safer.

#peter sutherland #the night agent #fanfic #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #fanfiction #gabriel basso

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year ago

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hi fang!!

i apologise if this is something u get asked often, but ur writing is most definitely my favourite to consume and ive never felt feelings the way i do when i read anything you've written, and was wondering if you have (or have already posted) any writing tips that u could give me?

reading your creations for so long has honestly really inspired me to write too but i have no idea where to start in terms of anything. i've never attempted to write before, i've always been more of a reader, but if i could make anything even close to what you do for beloved characters and fandoms then it would make me so so so happy.

if you need me to be more specific about what i'm having trouble with i could try and narrow it down but honestly everything is pretty accurate T-T

anyways thank u for posting everything u do, i am eternally grateful! at this point im conditioned to get excited every time im scrolling on dash and see the green katsuki pfp <3 hope ur 8 hours wherever u are isnt too perilous >:(

this made my lower lip tremble how could u think so highly of lil ol me.... im very glad my writing could invoke such feelings you!! enough so to even inspire like how huge is that... im a very unpolished and messy writer by nature so im extra moved when people are kind to me about this kind of thing. like.. ough. i have moved u... what a world...

i dont know if i have any good writing advice to give you!! im very clumsy in my own writing. here is some advice i have given people before

my biggest piece of writing advice is stop worrying about it and do everything lightly. i think there is a lot of pressure and expectation on people who are trying their hand at any creative thing to hit a point of being objectively good. im a huge perfectionist in my normal life - but because of that, i always miss out things i could actually do. being that caught up on the details made it so that i never actually tried at anything

a lot of my writing has typing errors and things i could do better but i have to intentionally allow myself that grace because if i don't - i would've never finished a piece of writing in the first place. i only get better if i write and i only write if im not so caught up on the details. there is always going to be a learning curve. im always going to look back at old writing and wince a little at all the things i can do better.

but at the time, i had the confidence to put that out into the world. now that its out, i can look at myself critically. posting for me is a way of holding myself accountable if that makes sense. everyones already seen the flawed version, so there's no longer any reason to not improve or be embarrassed. its also why i dont delete fics even when i hate them later. there was one person who liked the cringe worthy sincere aspect of me. how nice would it be if i could make something even better than that.

writing can be anything you want. it can be the most important thing you've ever done or the thing you do on the bus ride home. it can change your life or you can forget about it the very next day. its yours. your voice is always all yours.

but you it can never be anything to you if you don't just give it your most honest try. do everything very lightly. pick an idea, map out a beginning middle and end, and write a story.

more practically - it will help immensely for you to observe the way other people write first. try to read critically instead of for enjoyment and see what you like. what inspires you? a persons flow, diction, dialogue? and emulate that in your own way. when you start your voice will not be much more than a mish-mash of all the things you love and that's okay. that's what all writers with very distinct voice tend to do anyways.

i know it seems counter intuitive and pointless to stress but really - the best thing you can do for yourself when it comes to writing is just sitting down and giving it a try. pick any idea, plot out a simple 3 point beginning middle and end, and just see what you can do. you can be critical and edit as much as you want after. just get it down on paper first the best you can and don't worry yourself sick over each sentence or nothing will ever get written

i can try and give you more practical advice if you let me know what you need!! ive given writing advice before but im very under qualified for that i fear. even so i hope it helps you a little to give it a shot. i know it sucks to hear u just have to try and see but it rlly is true

#return to sender #writing advice #hall of fame #you praise me much too highly sjhkfdkj

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bethhiraeth · 2 years ago

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okay here goes!

the strawberries are dying

byler in the 30's during the great depression, great exploration of class differences and them accepting being queer in an even more homophobic time (ongoing)

a bed in your shape

only two chapters so far, but a really cute and well written fic. will lies about being a virgin and everyone thinks that he and mike hooked up. adorable characterisation and them bonding over being gay

White lies

mike's family thinks he and will are dating, and invites him on holiday with them as his boyfriend. classic fake dating

filling in the blanks as we go

byler bookstore au. the cutest, fluffiest ever. will being a mess, awkward flirting, creative writing major mike. think coffee shop au but in a bookstore

the vale of shadows

im sure you've probably read a dram always the same and its sequel, but the last part of the series is just as good (maybe even my favourite). i wont give too much away, but its a fantasy au that picks up where over a bridge of time ends off. i am normally not a fantasy fan, but i really really enjoy this one (its ongoing)

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this).

classic 'mike thinks they're dating and just doesnt want to rush will and will has no idea what the fuck is going on'

laying on a sandy beach, sun shining in my eyes

the party goes to the beach in their senior year. really cute and fluffy

To Witness, The near Disappearance of Mike Wheeler

everyone thinks will is dead, for real this time. but hes not, hes trapped in the upside down again by vecna before he died. will trying to escape + exploration of mike's mental health which i felt dealt with it really well. be warned with this one, HEAVY angst and depression, so check tw.

something hungry for blood

vampire!mike but make it like. really funny. the vampire thing isnt even all that relevant tbh. hes still an idiot <3

Hide From The World (In Your Arms, Preferably)

cute but also angsty spidey!will, where he almost dies and lands in mike's living room, who he hasn't spoken to in over a year

playing pretend never felt so real

apparently im a sucker for these things, because this is another 'mike and will fake date on holiday with his family' one. and it is. adorable. my mouth was actually hurting from smiling so much. also impeccable wheeler family dynamics. holly is an icon (i was in hysterics every time she said something) and nancy adopts will as her baby brother. fluff all round <3

i was enchanted to meet you (please don't be in love with someone else)

adorable byler coffee shop au feat. mike being a fucking idiot

you are sick (and you’re married)

another coffee shop au but will is the idiot this time

Love goes 'round

will and mike meet in a laundromat at 3am. just really cute one-shot, and cool liminal 3am vibes

Tattoo

mike gets a tattoo and gets kicked out by his girlfriend. he realises maybe it has more to do with the fact that hes in love with will and didnt know it that the tattoo

Take My Breath Away

tooth-rotting byler wedding:)

he is half of my soul, as the poets say

THIS. FIC. I go back to it whenever I am feeling a little down. Featuring mike and will both being dorks for luca, the song of achilles, and having cats that are soulmates. i just. love it so much

thats all ive got for now! i hope all the links work, and that you find something that you enjoy (and havent read!) <3

anybody have any byler fic recs?? im trying to get back into reading to give me motivation to write

#byler #byler fics

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lepidopteragirl · 2 years ago

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hello!! I was wondering if you had any karlnapity fic recs! Any genre is fine because literally I am starved where are the karlnapity fic writers QAQ

i do anon ive actually had a long ass fic rec list on and off in progress for like 4 months now but i will give u a few favorites hehe.

loooove you're dead on ao3!!! vampire hunter turned vampire!sapnap/vampire!quackity/eldritch horror!karl i love it so so much, karl esp is just perfectly written and its so fucking funny. its ongoing right now, and is rly long and such a fun read BIG REC (also my good friend anonymous dentist wrote this one!)

I speak as one about to die by cryptofhoney god this fic. go home everyone this fic gets cfiances mythology analogies like no one else. i promised i wouldn’t spoil any lines from these fics but know that at least twice a week i think of the line talking about ksq and their relationships with the gods and have to lay down, genuinely. trojan war sci-fi with karl as sort of kassandra. tragedy what if we all died. thinking about this fic is making me emotional its so hgngnghghgh. 1k ish one shot (this is also yen’s fic! hi yen!)

this light from all eclipse which is quackity centric lighthouse horror. im a huge baby with horror and i loved this, super super funky vibes that makes you want to stare at a wall for an interminable amount of time. im not selling it very well but this fic is on the list of stories that have changed me as a person, as well as fics that have made me cry its so so good

pretty face (pretty boyfriend too) sapnap is jealous of karls new boyfriend, who he maybe kinda likes too? karlnapity from ao3 user karlnapity what more could you desire

there's an ache in you (put there by the ache in me) is so so damn good the most banger hurt/comfort, soulmate au which isnt always my thing, but i love how its done here, soo lovely

here's to us FIANCES WEDDING FIANCES WEDDING FIANCES WEDDING no more thoughts no more words just fiances wedding go read this please please it so soft and sweet ough

also where the sunlight dies if u havent read that one!!!!!! i feel like everyone here has its a classic, but its worth the hype its soo good

all the authors on this list slay sm btw cannot recommend the rest of their works enough im just reccing some of my favorites but go look at the rest of them too go go go!!!!

#realizing almost all of these r my friends fics srsly where are the karlnapity authors bruh #also i love giving fic recs pls feel free 2 come into my asks any time to ask for fic recs more speicifc or not i loove talking about fics!#send me genres tropes u like i will see what i have i looove sending fic recs ask me anything plsss #ty for the ask!!! <333

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dorotharry · 3 years ago

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two days to be whoever you want - part one

a harry styles fic

pairing: hslot!harry x musician!reader

summary: you can’t believe the harry styles wants you to be one of his opening acts for harryween. and the short two days you spend with him and band turns out to be the best two days of your life.

a/n: this is procrastinating from university because i am delusional and have been obsessing over love on tour. i’m vicariously living through all my beautiful american harries bc harry still hasn’t rescheduled his australian tour 🤡 THIS ALSO ISNT PROOF READ SO ILL CHECK IT IN THE MIRNING TELL ME WHAT U THUNK

You still couldn’t believe it. Today (well technically tonight) was October 29th. Tomorrow was Harryween. The biggest day of your carrier so far. Not that you had much to compare it to, but still something you were sure you would always remember.

Being the big Harry Styles fan you were, you had originally bought pit tickets to both nights of Harryween, but then covid happened and everything got postponed or cancelled and you weren’t even sure if it would go ahead. You’d kept the tickets though just in case.

Turns out you wouldn’t even have to, whoever was initially one of the opening acts (the one just before Harry’s set) couldn’t end up performing halloween weekend 2021. A blessing in disguise for you. You couldn’t believe it when you got the phone call from your manager that Harry’s team wanted you, (you!!) to open for him instead. Which meant selling your tickets of course now that they weren’t needed.

Now you had always wanted to be a singer, a musician but when covid hit and you had just finished your music degree the year before that, it seemed like a distant dream. Surely enough though, in a time of need the world needed people to lift their spirits and that’s exactly what you did. You made a TikTok account and surprisingly a lot of people loved your music. You’d built up quite a following over the 12+ months everyone was stuck inside, little did you know that Harry was also one of them.

You weren’t massive like him, but you were proud of the community you had built on the internet and you were constantly overwhelmed with the support. You’d never thought in a million years you’d end up being able to release your music, be signed with a record company, have a manager and everything else in between but you did and you were so proud of yourself.

But now all the waiting was over and the concert was tomorrow and you were (to put it lightly) freaking out. Of course it was Harryween so you had to source costumes in advance, and even though they weren’t Gucci like you knew everyone else’s would be, you were happy with them. Not only would you be settling into Madison square gardens!!! Tomorrow morning. But you’d also be meeting one of your idols of so long.

But first of all you needed to sleep, tomorrow and Sunday were going to be big days and you needed to be on your best game.

- - - - -

Waking up at 6am already buzzed, even without your morning coffee; you knew today was going to be a good day. Having previously packed your essential items the night before; all that was really required of you was to have a shower, get dressed and head to the arena. But you weren’t needed there until just before 12 so you had some time to keep yourself relaxed.

Getting out of bed, after scrolling on your phone for an hour or so you decided to meditate a bit to try and calm your nerves. It worked a little before you hoped in the shower, and started your long shower routine. Which was filled with shaving, washing hair, exfoliating. The lot. The water was also rather hot so you could use this time to steam your voice in precaution to not wanted to damage it once you started to warm up.

Once finished in the shower and dressed in some comfy clothes, you finished the rest of your skin care routine and headed out of your apartment to treat yourself to some nice breakfast and a coffee. Settling yourself in one of the cute cafes just down the road from your place you stayed there for another hour or so just keeping yourself preoccupied. By the time you were done it was 9:30 am and you figured it would probably be best to get ready to head to the arena.

Time flew by as you did some vocal exercises whilst preoccupying yourself with other things to slowly wake your voice up, and soon enough it was 11 and time to catch your uber. Fortunately you didn’t have much with you as your costumes had been taken earlier that morning by someone else to the arena, and you weren’t doing your own makeup so all you had to do was pretty much get yourself there.

Arriving at Madison Square Garden it was already buzzing with people, getting things ready and setting up the stage. The fans were already lining up, and man were their outfits awesome. You were looking forward to finding out if anyone watching the show tonight knew your music, and would be singing along.

“y/n!!” waved your manager as you walked through the back entrance and into the area where all the people keeping the show running were. “Hey Grace!” you beamed back, happy to know someone. She ran through some of the information with you, like why you needed to be here earlier for photo shoots of costumes and when your set run would be. Just as she was walking you to your change room she spotted and someone dragging you to be introduced to them.

“Jeff! Jeff!” Grace frantically yelled, still holding your arm whilst frantically waving the other one. The man turned around laughing at the both of you. Grace was a professional woman but she was also a little frantic and out there, one of the many reasons you loved her as a manager but also one of the many reasons she stood out in a crowd.

Stopping in front of the man she turned to you, “y/n, meet Jeff, Harry’s manager.” Shocked to be meeting Harry’s manager so awkwardly you smiled and took out your hand for him to shake which he took graciously. “We’re excited to have you here!” He beamed, “we’re all big fans of you.”

You thanked him, still feeling extremely flustered and said goodbyes for now as he was ushered off somewhere else. We you thought, wondering if perhaps that included Harry. Grace began leading you once again to your dressing room, this time making it without distractions. There in the door was a sign informing everyone that this was your dressing room, and you couldn’t help but let out a squeal, taking out your phone to take a photo. As you entered you noticed all your stuff including costumes were there, and it felt nice to be away from the rush of everything.

“Okay so your sound check is in an hour, make sure you’re there 5 minutes earlier in case they’re running ahead.” Spoke Grace informing you of your schedule. “The first opening act will be rehearsing before you, then you go. Then you need to be back here for hair and makeup and to get into costume straight after that. Then your needed in the photo shoot room I showed you to take photos before the concert.”

You nodded, thinking out everything in your head as Grace engulfed you in a hug. “I’m so proud of you y/n, your going to kill it out there tonight.” “Thanks Grace, I appreciate it. And thanks again for organising all this.” You responded giving her a smile.

She left straight after giving you your free time to do what you needed, one of which was to ground yourself because right now you felt like you could die of excitement.

- - - - -

The hour had passed and now you were on stage rehearsing, tonight you’d be mainly singing originals but also some covers. Then you had the pleasure of telling the crowd that Harry would be on soon. It felt like such an achievement. You still had yet to meet Harry but you knew him and everyone else was going to be so lovely. The other opening act hadn’t stayed during your set as they needed to get into costume and there was only so much time in the day, but they did stop to introduce themselves.

Grace was stood by the stage with Jeff during your rehearsal as they spoke eagerly watching you. Once you were done, you headed off and towards them with a massive grin in your face. “I can’t believe i’ll be performing up there tonight with so many people watching me, this is surreal!” Jeff and Grace looking at each other amused before looking back at your with grins just as big as yours.

“Don’t be,” responded Jeff, “if that’s how you practise, you were made to up there. I can’t wait to watch you tonight.” You blushed and looked down at your feet. “Gosh your too humble” gasped Grace cause a laugh to escape from your mouth. “Anyway darling what did I say, off you go! Go get ready we’re on a tight schedule!”

“Okay, sorry sorry.” You giggled once again heading in the direction you came before rehearsals so you could go get ready.

Once you were there, you were swarmed with people pushing you one way and the other in order to get your hair and makeup ready in time. You sat there basically acting like a doll, not wanting to get in the way of their artistry. Tonight’s outfit you were super excited for, you were dressing up as Marilyn Monroe from Gentlemen prefer blondes, and you were wearing her outfit from “Diamonds are a girls best friend.” It was an outfit you had always wanted to do and now seemed like the perfect time.

Grace had organised a hot pink gown, that looked like the original with a modern twist on it, and then you had organised all the accessories, gloves and Marilyn wig to really pull the look together. Sitting in the dressing room whilst the artists finished their work you truly were feeling pretty damn glamorous at this point. When they were done, it meant heading to the room where the photo shoots would be happening for promotional things and also person needs. You could tell Harry had just finished his sound check, and most likely him and the band were getting ready in their costumes. Something you were yet to find out was what they would be.

Arriving at the room, Grace was there once again along with all the other team members of Harry’s this time Jeff wasn’t there but some other faces you hadn’t seen before were.

“y/n! Over here!” shouted Grace with two guys besides her. One you could tell was the photographer due to the camera around their neck and the other was someone you didn’t recognise. “y/n, meet Harry Lambert, he’s the one who designed your gown for tonight,” she spoke gesturing to Harry, “and this this Anthony Pham, he’ll be taking the pictures!” she finished, gesturing to Anthony.

“Hi!! So nice to meet you both,” you responding giving your hand to shake which they both accepted. “Thank you so much Harry for designing this gown is everything and more I could have wanted.” You spoke looking down at the hot pink dress which fit your body perfectly, and hugged it in all the right places.

“It’s not problem lovely,” responded Harry. “I had to make sure you wouldn’t upstage the diva himself, so I was happy to take on the task.” He joked, giving you a playful wink causing everyone around you, and including yourself to chuckle.

“And Anthony,” you continued, “Thank you for taking your time to take my photos! I really appreciate it, and I love your photography.” This caused Anthony to smile at you and tell you it was really no trouble, but even so you felt so blessed to be treated so kindly by Harry’s team.

Eventually you were finally meant to take the photos so you got into the area and started posing. You hadn’t had many photos shoots, but you always enjoyed them. This one in particular because it felt like you were playing a character. And you could really go out of the box when it came to poses. At some point Jeff had snuck into the room and had been whispering with Grace and Harry Lambert about something which puzzled you as Grace smirked your way.

It wasn’t until the door burst open and entered Mitch, Pauli, Niji and Harry dressed up in suits that things began clicking in your head. You couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed knowing this was the first way you’d be meeting the band and Harry.

“y/n! When Grace told us that you’d be dressing up as Marilyn from Diamonds are a girls best friend, we just knew we had to get you some guys to take some of the icon scene photos.” Spoke Jeff amused as you were sure your face looked mortified.

Walking closer to you Jeff brought them over, allowing them to introduce themselves. Everyone was super lovely and said they loved your work, shaking your hand or giving you a small side hug. Then finally when it got to Harry you were nervous as ever.

“y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you! I’m a big fan!” chuckled Harry as he gave you a nice big hug. You could literally faint right now in this moment. “I’m a big fan of yours too,” you responded smiling. Well duh you thought instantly regretting this very moment. He laughed again, as Anthony ushered the 4 men into position for photos.

You began to relax as you were able to mess around with them for some pretty funny photos you knew were going to turn out well. They were all actually really sweet guys, and it made you feel a lot more comfortable knowing that.

Once you were done with the group photos the other walked out of the way and Harry stayed out for some more photos of just you and him which you figured made sense.

“So how long have you been singing!” he asked making conversation now that it was just the two of you. “Basically all my life,”you laughed, “but I just graduated college with a degree in popular music majoring in voice.”

“Oh so we’ve got a smart one here,” he grinned. Causing you to whack his arm playfully as he stuck his tongue out. It was so easily to feel comfortable with Harry he was very good at making people feel welcome just like his staff. You were sure Anthony was getting photos of all of this.

Anthony briefly said you could stop as he showed the pictures to Grace, Jeff and every other important person in the room so they could discuss if they liked them. Based on the happy voices it seemed they did.

“So what’s your costume for tonight?” you asked raising an eyebrow at Harry.

“Can’t tell you, you’ll just have to wait to see me after your set.” He responded giving a wink, “don’t know you very well you could leak it to the fans or something.”

You fake gasped as you pretended to be hurt by his suggestions causing you both to start laughing again. Finally someone came up to you both and positioned you for the main photo you were taking. It would be Harry holding a large chunky diamond necklace and you pulling him in with it, whilst you stared directly at each other.

It all felt a little bit romantic but also mostly surreal. Holding the position you tried your best to play Marilyn and look seductive, whilst Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively trying to make you laugh. This man was like a 27 year old child, but you were glad because right now you didn’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

The photo shoot came to an end the of course they all had to leave to get into their own costumes, they all waved goodbye as Harry gave you a small hug and told you he’d be watching from side stage and to, “break a leg.”

If you thought you’d couldn’t have been more excited earlier to perform earlier, you definitely were now after meeting one of your idols, who you happened to get along with really well and who also said he’d be watching you. What a dream.

- - - -

The first opening act was on and you were side stage with Grace, the crowd was going crazy and Harry wasn’t even performing yet, it was amazing. It made you hopeful that the audience would be the same for yourself. It was amazing to see everyone in costumes as well, some people had some great signs.

Their set went by fast and suddenly it was your turn. Your band prepared themselves and on to the stage you walked, especially after Grace gave you a literal shove towards the stage. Looking back she was rolling her eyes knowing you were nervous but trying to lighten the mood. Here goes nothing you thought.

“Hello Madison Square Garden!!” you yelled into your mic. “Are you ready to for Harryween?!” The crowd went wild as they all screamed and cheered. It was crazy.

“Now I know you all want to see Harry Styles,” you started, “but first I’m going do a bit of singing to get you all warmed up and ready. Let’s party!” And your set began.

Just as you’d hoped a lot of the crowd did know your stuff. There were even a few signs in the audience that said stuff like, ‘I’m only here for y/n’. Which made you want to cry in the best way possible. You were truly giving it your all and rocking out as much as you possibly could in a floor length gown. Though you were sure Harry Lambert had tried his best to make it as movable as possible.

You were about half way through your set list when it was time for your first cover of the night. Of course you’d be singing Diamonds are a girls best friend but in a more modern and sped up version. “Now some of you tonight might know who I’m dressed up as tonight, but some of you might not. I’ve heard gentlemen prefer blondes, so I’m here as Marilyn Monroe.” The crowd screamed and one girl even through a film camera up at you which you caught, causing everyone to erupt in screams again.

“Anyway this is diamonds are a girls best friend.” You smirked moving to the back of the stage and getting in a position. The band started by playing the original songs sound, as so you began to sing.

“A kiss on the hand may be quite continental But diamonds are a girls best friend”

You grinned as everyone sung along to a classic song you could only hope you were doing justice for. Trying to act the way Marilyn does in the scene from the movie. You quickly also took a photo of the audience and then a selfie on the film camera before chucking it back at the girl from the audience.

“A kiss may be grand but it won’t pay the rental,” You shook your hand gesturing a ‘no’.

“on your humble flat, or help you at the auto mat. Men grow cold as girls grow old, And we all lose our charm in the end.”

You strut across the stage trying to be as diva like as possible.

“But square cut or pear shaped these rocks don’t lose their shape!” You snapped one of the diamond necklaces off your band member (on purpose) giving the audience a look of ‘oh no’ now still playing the part. Then threw them up in the air on the last line of the first verse.

“Diamonds are a girls best friend!”

That’s when the music cuts in and becomes what you’d like to call a more rock version of the song to fit your aesthetic. The song continued to the end, and then you played the rest of your songs. Completely forgetting to even see if Harry had been watching like he said he would.

As all things must, soon enough your set came to an end, and though it was a sad moment you knew everyone would be buzzing for Harry now. “Thank you all for having me tonight, now I may be done but the person you’ve all been waiting for is going to be here very soon. Keep that energy up!” you yelled and ran off the stage. The thousands of screams fading behind you as you got into backstage.

“y/n!!! That was brilliant!” screamed Grace running up to you from wherever she’d been watching engulfing you in a hug. “I knew you were good but gosh you really come alive out there.” Spoke a very familiar Jeff.

“Thanks guys!” You beamed, “I enjoyed every second of that!” Everyone backstage congratulated you, and you congratulated the other opening artist for their spot on performance as well. You planned on staying there to watch Harry’s set with the others so once you got a hold of your phone you casually leant against a wall, smiling as you watched some of the stories you were already being tagged in.

Looking down at your phone suddenly you could see a pair of red sparkly boots, and red fishnets. Instantly you had to look up only to be met with the cheeky grin that could only belong to one person. You face instantly mimicked his expression, as he wrapped his arms around you and nearly squeezing you to death as he raved about your performance. Lucky you were wearing foundation so he couldn’t see you blushing like crazy.

He dropped you and you thanked him, but you knew you had to say something about his outfit. “When Lambert said I wasn’t allowed to upstage you, he clearly didn’t release that would impossible when you look that damn beautiful dressed as Dorothy.” You giggled as Harry did a little twirl in his dress.

“Aw, did’ya just call me beautiful?” He spoke fluttering his eyelashes, which you just noticed had small falsies on them. “F’course, everyone knows that.” You responded whacking him.

“No but seriously,” he began, “that was awesome out there, I knew we made a good choice when we picked you to open. Tell me as soon as your having your own headline tour and I’ll be at everyone of ‘em” he smiled.

“Pft, but thank you Harry.” You smiled back, just staring at each other for a moment. “Now go kill it out there on stage, your fans have paid good money!”

That caused him to laugh as he gave you another hug. Going to run off to the band he quickly turned back to pick up toto who he’d forgotten at your feet making you burst into a cackle of laughter. “Can’t forgot toto…” he responded awkwardly as he picked up his basket. You covered your mouth to drown out the laughter a bit as he ran off after that.

That man is something else you thought to yourself. Making your way over to Grace and the rest of Harry’s team you followed them to the side stage in order to watch Harryween take fold, and boy did it.

Once the set began it’s like the audience had all gone mental, as they screamed and cheered for their hero. It made sense though, if you were in their position right now like you were going to be you would have been doing the same thing, just maybe not dressed quite as well as you were.

You danced and screamed along with everyone else side stage as Harry and the band made some epic music and memories for the night. Occasionally he’d look at you and you’d pull a funny face, and so he’d return one. Every time he spoke to a fan or read a sign you’d be giggling like an idiot, sometimes it was funny sometimes it wasn’t. Just like all the fans anything he said was funny, because of who he was.

When he sung over the rainbow you definitely let out a few tears, joining the rest of the crowd in sobs. You were sure you could ever be one of those famous musicians who just watched something and didn’t become immersed in the experience. You had come from nothing and now you had just performed for everyone at the MCG, and you were going to do it again tomorrow.

But right now you didn’t want tonight or Harry’s set list to end. Tonight you were whoever you wanted to be.

PART 2 AND 3 TO COME!!

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pansyslut · 4 years ago

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mother, may i?

hermione x reader

summary:

warnings: dom!hermione/sub!reader, safe word in place, mommy kink, dumbification, praise, slapping, clit slapping, use of vibrator and blindfold, subspace, aftercare

a/n: i’m not sure if everyone knows the game “mother, may i” but it’s basically where you have to ask the person in charge,“the mother” if you can move a certain way or do something and they reply with a simple yes or no. usually the end result is like getting to the end of the pool or something but in this, she gets to... you know. i also hate this fic so read with caution

“mione i’m bored,” you whine while hanging upside down from the foot of the bed. your girlfriend has been doing schoolwork nonstop for hours now and your patience was long out the door. you loved that she was always so on top of everything and was little miss know it all, but there came a point where it’s over doing it. “there’s no reason for you to be doing work due a week from now!”

you watch as her eyes are still set on the paper in front of her, only letting out an eye roll in acknowledgement. sitting up, you crawl across the bed and start taking everything from her lap and straddle her.

“y/n! i’m not finished what are you–” she cuts off when you place your lips on hers. you feel a surprised gasp escape from her mouth as you deepen the kiss. feeling her fingers rake through your hair, she tightens her hold and suddenly tugs your head back.

“jeez ‘mine you’re gonna give me whiplash,” you say while rubbing your scalp. your girlfriend gives you an evil grin and chuckles softly to herself before pushing you off of her and going to rummage through her closet.

not knowing what she was up to, you slump against the bed and cross your arms. seeing hermiones head pop out, she notices your expression and throws her head back in laughter, “you’ll lose the bratty attitude soon enough, y/n. i would watch your tone if i were you.” part of you wanted to be bratty to show her how annoyed you were for not showing you attention all day, but at this point you were just glad you could finally spend time with her.

finally stepping out of the closet, you see her with her tie and a vibrator in each hand. feeling your breath quicken, you were not expecting this to escalate this fast but you weren’t complaining.

sitting on the bed next to you, “mione, what are you–” she cuts you off by placing the tie over your eyes, completely ignoring your confused expression. “now y/n, you know that’s not my name. and you also know you’ve been very bratty today– more bratty than usual at least. but don’t worry, if you play the game correctly, you’ll get your reward. although i doubt you’ll be able to do it; you and i both know you’re incapable of following directions.”

you stutter, unable to comprehend her words. everything is dark and you felt your scenes being heightened. “but– but mommy i just wanted your attention,” you say with a quivering lip. feeling a harsh slap to your cheek, you gasp and went to rub it only for your hands to be pinned down by her.

“you know better than to talk back, baby. i don’t know what has gotten into you,” she says. you feel like you truly are being scolded by your mother with all this, ‘i’m not mad i’m just disappointed’ nonsense.

“do you know the game mother, may i?” she asks and you nod, not wanting to earn another slap. “good girl. so everytime you want to do something, you have to ask. yes?” she says and you nod again. “now for this particular game, you will be allowed to talk freely. but do not test me little girl or else you won’t get your prize,” she says sternly. you nod your head rapidly and mutter a “yes ma’am”.

feeling her hands trail down you, you knew she was teasing you but couldn’t help but arch your back, wanting more of her touch. feeling her hands press down on you hard, you let out a hiss. “did you ask your momma if you could move?” she says and you slowly shake your head no.

“mommy may i touch you?” you ask softly. hearing her let out a hum, “good girl, y/n. i knew you could play right.” she says praising you, making your lips quirk.

trying to find her silhouette, you find her shoulders and trail your hands down to her breasts, grasping them through her bra and massaging them. hearing hermione let out a moan, you try to buck your hips to gain friction only to earn another slap on the cheek.

“play the game correctly or we’re not playing at all. if i remember correctly, it was you who was so needy a few minutes ago,” she says sternly. biting down on your quivering lip, you try to hide that her words had so much effect on you. “oh baby,” hermione says sweetly, “you’re okay, mommy’s got you. i know your small little brain sometimes can’t remember the rules but that’s okay,” she says caressing your face. “my dumb precious baby is so good for me, isnt she?” she says making you rapidly nod your head, eating up all her praise.

“alright bubs, we’re gonna continue. if the blindfold or anything else gets too much, you know your safe word,” she says. her praise made you feel so much better and you were excited to take whatever she would give you. “momma so generous,” you thought out loud, giggling to yourself. “i am, aren’t i? only for sweet little girls like you who deserve it,” she says and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

feeling her lips trail down your throat and down your stomach, she stood with her face in front of your center, her hot breath against you. fighting the urge to wrap your legs around her head, you let out a loud whimper and you hear hermione chuckle at you.

she starts pressing kisses on your inner thighs and on your clothed pussy as she watches you try to contain your squirming. “i think my dumb little baby’s been thinking so hard recently, huh?” she says and starts pulling down your panties. “just turn your brain off and let momma take care of you.”

pressing a kiss to your clit, your legs wrap around her head, pulling her in tighter, only earning a slap to your bare pussy. “mo– momma may i put my hands through your hair?” you ask hesitantly. you feel her nod against you when she puts her head back down. lapping your pussy with her tongue, you hear a faint buzz and suddenly feel a vibrator pushed against you, sending out loud moans as you grip hermiones hair harder.

“mommy it feels so- so good,” you babble in your fuzzy state. pressing a kiss to your thigh, she replies, “i know pretty baby. mommy makes you feel so good, huh? look at you, all spread out for me. my own little toy, aren’t you?”

not being able to reply, you let out stutters of her name, “mom- momma- may i please- please let me- may i cum?” you spew out and as soon as she mutters “of course baby” you’re body tenses, climaxing as you jolt and moan.

slowly calming down, you feel hermione retract the vibrator and you try to speak out, “more, mommy, more– want more,” you say breathlessly, only to be cut off. you feel her raise and untie your blindfold and you rub your eyes, adjusting to the light. watching her blurry figure, she enters the bathroom for a few moments and comes back out with a small washcloth.

sitting next to you, she presses a small kiss to your forehead and starts whipping you down. accidentally hitting your clit, you immediately shut your legs and growl. “shit– i’m sorry, y/n/n. didn’t mean to.” she says and you shake your head aggressively. “not y/n/n, mommas. it’s toy. your dumb toy,” you let out and giggle to yourself.

seeing her shake her head, “not a dumb toy, a pretty girl. i have the most gorgeous girlfriend in the world. y/n, come back for me, alright? i know it’s all fuzzy but i know you can do it,” she coos and you nod.

“i’m ‘kay, ‘mione” you let out and grab her hand. hearing her let out a ragged breath, she presses another kiss to your lips. “such a good girl, y/n. i promise we can cuddle and i’ll put away my work for the day. wanna spend time with you,” she says and rubs her nose against yours.

nodding your head, you let her pull you into her arms and you rest your head against her shoulder. falling into a deep sleep, you hear her continuing praises, “such a good girl, y/n. so beautiful.”

#hermione x y/n #hermione granger #hermione x you #hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #hermione x fem!reader #hermione granger x fem!reader #hermione granger x you #hermione granger x y/n

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mediumgayitalian · 10 months ago

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fic rec friday 3

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

Memories Made by zjass06

"Hi! I'm Will! You're my new neighbour!" the blonde boy beams; Nico frowns in turn, peering curiously at this Will. "My ma' says not to talk to strangers," Nico replies as he sits himself upon the grass. Will plops himself down next to the dark haired boy, who giggles so purely it makes his smile contagious. "I'm not a stranger, I'm your neighbour! You live next to me now and we can be friends!" Or A few snippets of Nico’s life and how his friendship develops with Will, all within a much treasured treehouse.

childhood friends to lovers will ALWAYS be elite. to me. and the centrality of this treehouse in this fic is so fucking cute bc they absolutely are the type of nerds to have a treehouse they use well into their late teens lol

2. Mafia by @buoyantsaturn

Nico is the most terrifying mob boss in New York, and Will is his live-in doctor. A Mafia Au

MY FAVE SOLANGELO SERIES TBH. like is it toxic a little bit? yeah. did the second one make me squeamish? yeah. in the 6/7 years since its been posted, have i read it literally DOZENS of times?? you betcha. idk man theres something about the danger of it all. the insane mob boss and the doctor hes whipped for. SO SO much fun and so so so romantic

3. you stormed into the battlefield (of my heart) by fedyaism

“Doctor Solace,” he says, “would you be willing to tend to a foe?” Will blinks. (He had practically expected everything but this.) “I’m sorry?” “I need you to heal an enemy for me. Can you do that?” Grace asks in a tone that lets Will know that he wasn’t really asking. “An… an enemy, sir?” “Yes. I will send him to you.” “Of course, General.” (What else could he say?)

this ends ambiguously but i am Choosing to believe they find each other again and live happily ever after for ever and ever bc im a weenie. its just...man fuck the military and i got no fondness for war BUT this isnt real and ergo i can sigh dreamily at love that is inherently kind of tragic and all the more desperately beautiful for you, yknow??

4. It's a Process by @oh-hush-its-perfect

When Nico comes out to Hazel, she really isn't sure how to react. Of course, she loves her brother to pieces, but something is holding her back. It takes a while to get over old beliefs. It takes a while to become accepting. It takes Hazel a while indeed. A.K.A. Nico is gay and Hazel can't wrap her head around it.

contrary to what the summary may lead you to believe, hazel is NOT at all homophobic in this fic. in fact her number one goal at all times is to be supportive, even as she struggles, and you know what? thats more important i think. her love for her brother is so transparently obvious in this one, she spends like 8k words doing everything she can to make SURE she is loving and accepting!!! hazel i love you. also the campfire scene had me giggling fr

5. three times everyone thought they hated each other by lizamarri

and the one time everyone realized they didn't ~ ft. capture the flag, big three kids sparring, will healing nico and being sassy about it, and more. enjoy!

NOTHING hits as hard as flirt fighting. truly nothing. also 3+1s are my weakness i stg, theres just something about outside pov and the sheer clarity of how much they love each other and love driving each other up the wall lmfao

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

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minahoeshi · 3 years ago

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you were loved the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst

summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)

So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.

But you break anyway.

It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.

“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.

He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”

This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.

“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”

“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.

Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.

It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.

You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.

"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.

"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"

Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.

But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.

Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.

You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?

But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.

Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.

Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.

You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"

You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.

You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.

Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.

He wants to sink into his bed.

There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."

There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.

You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.

But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?

a/n

chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)

also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!

#ushijima x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima angst #ushijima fanfic #ushijima reader insert #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi

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kylie-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready.

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos.

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM.

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x y/n #corpse x you #corpse x reader #corpse imagines #corpse fanfic #uh #corpse husband x reader

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weasleylangs · 4 years ago

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crossed wires - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, Platonic Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: George has always felt second best to Fred. He’s never blamed Fred, of course, but the jealousy is getting to be too much when he’s convinced the girl of his dreams is in love with his twin. Warnings: Miscommunication, jealousy, swearing Word Count: 3k

A/N: Oh look it’s Fae who can’t go three fics without writing friends to lovers with miscommunication wah. I combined two requests I got so I hope both of the anons enjoy it!! Also thank you to the lovely Zahra who once again helped me with a title <3

taglist: @amourtentiaa @whizboingies @harrysweasleys @lumos-barnes @weelittleweasley @freds-slut @starlightweasley @weasleyclaw @spacexcowgirl @lumosandnoxwriting @peroxide-prinxcesss (sorry your tag isnt working D:)

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It was a nice, warm spring day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as usual, George finds Y/N sitting by the lake with a muggle book in her hand. Her usual weekend plan was simple, all she ever wanted to do was read, catching up on the story she’d left behind the weekend before.

It was one of the things George loved about her, that she was always able to sneak a book in somewhere and lose herself in the pages no matter what chaos was going on at the time. He stood a bit behind her, admiring her for a brief moment. Her hair was pulled up into space buns, loose pieces of hair falling and framing her face as she shook her head to move them out of her sight. She was curled up on a blanket she’d dragged down from Gryffindor tower and she was leaning against the tree right at the shore of the lake.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” George yelled and while he immediately regretted disturbing her, the cute look on her face she gave him for interrupting it made his heart swoon. “What do you want, Weasley?”

She squints as if she’s trying to work out which twin is standing there but they both know she hasn’t mixed the twins up since she was 12. “Wanted your attention, as always.” He winks and Y/N hides behind her book in hopes he doesn’t see the shy look that overtakes her face. They’ve been friends for seven years, but George’s relentless and joke flirting never fails to make her face warm.

“Have you heard about Lee and Alicia?” George says, sitting down next to the girl and Y/N sighs, accepting she isn’t going to get any further into her book right now. “Did Alicia reject him?” The boy shakes his head as he chuckles.

“Quite the opposite really. Thought she was going to cry of happiness when he’d asked her to Hogsmeade today.”

Y/N ponders his words. Lee and Alicia have always been a hard pair to pinpoint. One second they were flirting and annoying everyone with their public displays of affection and the next they were fighting over something stupid. “Hopefully this stops them bickering over my bacon and eggs in the morning,” Y/N mutters as she closes her book.

She’s acutely aware that everyone in their year is starting to seriously pair up. Fred and Angelina had gone to the Yule Ball together the year before, she knows for a fact Roger Davis plans on asking Patricia Stimpson out sometime this week and with Lee and Alicia seemingly confirming their relationship she gets uneasy.

“How do people do it?” She asks no one in particular, “I’m so scared of rejection I could never just ask someone out.” George knows how she feels, after all, he’s been wanting to ask out the girl in front of him for weeks, months maybe even years at this point. But he’s always been convinced no one sees him outside of the duo that is Fred and George, nothing more than a star quidditch player alongside his brother, a pranking prodigy alongside his brother.

“I don’t know, I barely mustered up the courage to ask you to the Yule Ball last year,” they both chuckle at the memory of George stumbling over his words as he asked Y/N to the ball ‘as a friend’, although George never admitted it to anyone, he so desperately wanted it to be more than friends.

“I want to tell the boy I like that I like him but…” She trails off and George wonders why she’s being so coy. “I don’t know how to go about it.”

George thinks for a moment, thoroughly convinced Y/N is asking him because he’s positive she’s been crushing on Fred since their fifth year.

“Well…” He pauses. Or should he tell her how Fred would like to be confessed to? “Something extravagant, of course. A grand gesture,” he laughs awkwardly and he knows Y/N isn’t fully convinced by the way she looks at him but she hums in agreement nonetheless.

“Really? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a grand gesture romance kind of boy, Georgie…” She trails off and George resists the urge to tell her he actually told her how Fred would like to be confessed too, but before he knows it, she’s standing. “I have to go meet Angie, I’ll see you late George.”

George has been sulking all day at this point that not even a prank on Filch can get him to smile. Fred and Lee have been pestering him all day to ‘fess up what’s bothering him but he refuses to budge. He knows that if he even hints at what’s bothering him, Fred will reject Y/N and while he wants nothing more than to be the one she confesses to, he doesn’t wish the embarrassment of rejection on her.

“I think Georgie’s got girl problems,” Lee says, nudging Fred and puckering his lips as if to kiss him. Fred laughs and shoves Lee away, teasing him with a threat to tell Alicia he’s moving onto a Weasley brother but stops when he realises George isn’t laughing alongside them. “Wait, is it a girl problem, Georgie?”

George can’t meet Fred’s eye for the first time in his life, but he knows he can never keep anything from his twin flame. “Yeah, it is.” The boys beside him whoop and holler, teasingly saying Georgie’s got a crush before they sit down on the couch in front of him. “What’s wrong, then? She rejected you?”

George sighs, “No, no… I’m just positive she likes someone else.” Lee scoffs at this. “As if, you’re George Weasley, mate.” George laughs at Lee’s comment, knowing Lee is being completely honest.

“Well, even if I am George Weasley, I’m just pretty sure she likes a different Weasley,” George says, not being able to meet Fred’s eye. George, admittedly, has no reasoning for believing Y/N likes Fred, it’s just always been the case. He’s never blamed Fred for this though, Fred has always just been the more noticed twin due to the fact he’s more exuberant and honestly, it never bothered him.

Until now.

It’s two days later when Y/N drags Fred by his robes into an empty corridor. George hasn’t even looked in Y/N’s direction since their talk about crushes and she’s starting to get fed up, and what better place to get insider information than from his twin brother who doubles as his best friend.

“Geeze, woman, what is your problem?” Fred asks, fixing his robes that have now fallen off his shoulders. “What’s going on with George?” she demands.

Fred looks at her confused, having not noticed anything different going on with George beside his obvious sulking over a girl but he knows better than to mention anything like that to Y/N. Unlike George, Y/N was very happy to spill the beans regarding her raging crush on George to his twin brother and Fred’s been subtly trying to get them together ever since. When he asked Angelina to the ball last year, he purposely did it in front of both George and Y/N in hopes to inspire George to ask her to the ball himself and he can only hope that Lee and Alicia finally making it official could serve as some inspiration for his oblivious best friends.

But now George has a crush on a girl, and while Fred hopes with everything he has that it’s on Y/N but he can’t be sure.

“I haven’t noticed anything wrong with George,” Fred says, hoping Y/N doesn’t pick up on the lie. “We’ve been working on shop business, maybe he’s just busy?”

Y/N pouts at this, wondering what she’d done for George to only act weird around herself. She plays with the ends of the sleeves of her robe as she thinks back to their last conversation, “I think I made him uncomfortable.”

Fred cocks his head in confusion. George’s best friend beside himself and Lee has always been Y/N, and Fred thinks there’s not a thing in the world she could do that would make George upset, but before he can question her, she speaks again. “I mentioned I wanted to tell the boy I like that I like him but I think… I think maybe he realised I liked him and he’s backing away so my feelings go away.”

Fred notices the tears starting to fill Y/N’s eyes and he quickly pulls her into a comforting hug. “Love, I don’t think that’s the case. George is dumb, but he’s not cruel.” He gently runs his hand through her hair as a comfort, knowing it calms her down. “Maybe… He likes you back, and he thinks you were talking about someone else?”

Y/N ponders his words for a second, genuinely considering it. There’s a chance Fred is right, after all, he knows George better than he knows himself sometimes but Y/N is refusing to get her hopes up. “

What the pair don’t realise is that George has been looking for Fred for the last 10 minutes, after he was late to their meeting at the library to work out the kinks in their Skiving Snackboxes treats when he spots them.

They’re still hugging but George is far enough to not be able to hear anything they’re saying and his heart sinks. He knew Y/N liked Fred and to him, the image in front of him is confirmation he’ll always be second best, even to his number one girl.

He clears his throat as he gets closer and they jump apart, Y/N not being able to meet his eye makes his heart sink so he looks away, barely acknowledging her presence. “You’re late, come on Fred.” He’s blunt and both Y/N and George feel terrible at this moment. Fred senses the tension, quickly composing himself and bidding Y/N goodbye and grabbing George by the shoulder to leave. “What is your problem, mate?”

George makes a noise that’s between a grunt and a ‘shut up’ as he quickly walks to the library, not wanting to confront the current feeling of jealousy rising in his throat.

George is the furthest thing from being on cloud nine as possible. His new lifetime ban from quidditch has made his already sour mood worse and he feels terrible for anyone who has come into contact with him in the last week. He wants nothing more than to fly out of this school on his broom and never look back while he finally opens the shop with Fred.

His mood is somehow worsened when Y/N comes through the portrait hole. It’s 11pm and George was hoping he would have the common room to himself so he could sulk in peace and maybe work on some joke products. But she barely even acknowledges his presence on the couch, taking a quick glance at him and looking away and rushing up the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

The sinking feeling in George’s stomach is back, as it always is when he sees Y/N these days. He’s convinced someone worked out his crush on her and told her, and that her only response to that was to blatantly ignore him. He can’t talk, he knows he can’t. He’s done his fair share of ignoring Y/N over the past week but he didn’t think he was being as obvious as her.

He doesn’t realise how long he’s been sitting in the common room, furrowing his eyebrows and contemplating the situation until Fred waltzes down the boys' dormitory stairs, sleep in his eyes and his messy hair sticking up everywhere. “Why the fuck are you still awake, mate?”

George shrugs. He knows he’s been short lately with Fred too, but it’s not Fred’s fault. Just anything these days brings jealousy to his stomach and he can’t bear the thought of ever being mad at Fred for something out of his control. “Still having girl problems?” George shrugs again.

“Listen, mate, do you like Y/N?” George is taken aback by Fred’s forwardness and he feels his face heat up and he knows he’s bright red. “No,” he squeaks and the look of smugness on Fred’s face tells him he knows he doesn’t believe him. “Okay, fine, I do.”

Fred doesn’t know what to do, he never expected to get this far in his line of questioning for George. He knows he shouldn’t tell Y/N’s deepest secret to George but it’s killing them both not being together and thinking they don’t like each other. Fuck it, Fred thinks as the words spill out, “She likes you too, you fucking git.”

George looks at him, dumbfounded. “No she doesn’t, she likes you.”

Now it’s Fred’s turn to look at his brother dumbfounded. Not even for a second did he ever consider Y/N would have feelings for him, even before she confessed her feelings towards George to himself. It’s always been Y/N and George in his mind, the sun and the moon, the stars and the planets. He can’t ever imagine Y/N fitting so perfectly with someone than his brother and then he starts to laugh.

“You think Y/N likes me? Are you seriously that daft?”

George doesn’t appreciate this, his arms crossed protectively across his chest, “Don’t laugh at me. People always chose you.” He’s quiet in his words but Fred’s heart sinks. “Mate, you know that’s not true.” He takes the seat next to George, fully awake at this point. “It is though. And it’s not your fault, don’t worry. People always prefer the more outgoing twin.”

“I don’t.”

George and Fred’s heads snap up to where the voice came from, spotting Y/N standing on the stairs in an old t-shirt and sleep shorts. She’s picking at the skin on her fingers, the nervousness obvious. “What did you just say?” George asks, timidly.

She walks down the last few stairs, “I said I don’t prefer the more outgoing twin. I’m-” she takes a deep breath as she prepares herself for the confession she didn’t plan on doing- ”quite fond of the shy, only a little bit responsible twin.” Fred is smirking again as he usually is, and quickly leaves the pair in the empty common room.

“I thought you liked Fred,” George whispers when she takes Fred’s old spot, “I didn’t think I ever had a chance with you.”

She giggles as she softly takes George’s large, calloused hand in her own and she rubs her thumb soothingly along the back of his hand. “You’ve owned my heart for years, Georgie. I thought I made that obvious last week on the lake.”

George thinks back to the moment of the lake and everything makes sense. Why she was being so coy when she mentioned confessing to someone and he suddenly feels very dumb. He pulls her hand up to his mouth and kisses her knuckles. He can’t help but feel incredibly overwhelmed, by the emotion they’re both letting out and how beautiful Y/N looks by the warmth of the fire. “You’ve owned mine for years too. How dumb are we?”

She shakes her head and cups his face in her hands, “We’re not dumb. Just…” she pauses, finding the right words, “Clueless.” She giggles and George realises how badly he’s missed being in her presence.

“I’m sorry for the last week. I’ve been a right prat, haven't I?” She nods and laughs again. “You have, but this just means you can spend the rest of our lives making it up to me.” She teases and George raises an eyebrow at her. He’s quick to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap and shoving his face into her neck.

“The rest of our lives, huh? Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we Y/L/N?” He teases, but he’s joking. He’d be perfectly happy spending the rest of his life making up for this past week if it meant spending the rest of his life with the girl in his lap.

“Hey, it’s taken us years to get together, I’m not letting you go now, Georgie.” She winks and George wants nothing more to press his lips to hers.

So that’s what he does. She makes a noise of surprise at first, and he almost pulls away out of fear that this isn’t what she wants. But she’s quick to pull him back to her. The kiss is desperate, years of pent up emotions and pining being communicated through it.

Both their hearts felt like they were about to beat out of their chests and Y/N couldn’t help but think this was better than she could ever have imagined. George’s lips were slightly chapped, days of chewing on them out of nervousness would do that but it was so distinctly George that she didn’t care. George pressed against her lips harder, making Y/N let out a slight moan that only he could hear and he couldn’t help but smile.

It was the most perfect first kiss either of them could have ever wished for and when they finally pull apart, Y/N can’t help but admire George. His hair is messy from having her hands run through it, his lips are slightly swollen and his cheeks are flushed red. He looks absolutely breathtaking and Y/N has to resist the urge to pull him into another kiss.

“Does this mean you're my girlfriend, now?” George questions. Y/N pretends to ponder for a moment, both to lightly tease George and to genuinely contemplate her answer. But she knows in her heart, she wants nothing more than to be George’s and a smile slowly overtakes her face.

“Maybe take me on a date first?”

#george weasley x reader #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley one shot #george weasley imagine #george weasley

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ppnuggie · 2 years ago

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hi hi congrats on 300 followers!!! (Imo you deserve a million but i mean everyone starts somewhere)

This ask is for the 300 follower special!!

personality :: for this part I'll put good and bad personality traits that I have

Good// I've been told that in general I'm a really nice person and that I care a lot for others,,which i do,, I'm very protective over people that I care about and love,, and will not hesitate to throw hands with somebody who disrespects them,, even if I clearly can't win in a fight,, I'm very open to people that I care about,, and I share a lot with them,, I always try to be there for people,, whether they're a good friend or not

Bad// I've also been told that I'm really gullible and will believe just about anything anyone says,, which is also true,, I tend to let myself be used as a doormat for other people,, I'm also a really needy / clingy person,, another thing is that I'm really touchy person,, not sure if that's a good or a bad thing but I put it here anyways,, especially to people I love I always feel the need to be around them and or touching them in some way,, not in the weird kind of way but touching them like holding their hand,having a hand on their shoulder, Etc,, one last thing is that im really quick to trust people,, it has faded over the years with lots of people coming and going,, but even so I am really quick to trust people

For likes and dislikes,, im not sure if you mean 'what i like in a person' or 'things you like in general', but im assuming you mean things in general

likes :: rainy days,, especially when its dark outside,, reading books about things that interest me,, binging movies/tv shows,, playing video games,, talking to my best friend for hours about literally nothing,,the smell of diesel fuel- (im not joking),,watching youtube,,drawing,,the smell of new alcohol markers,, reading tf x reader fics,,hugs,, and cuddles <3

dislikes :: when someone leaves the faucet water purifier on,, being disrupted when im focused on something,, people talking when im trying to focus,, losing my concentration,, when someone takes wayy to long to respond,, people judging me for how i look and the things I like,, not being able to be myself,,yelling,,and when someone is mean to me or my loved ones

fandom :: Transformers!! Either tfp or bayverse u can pick:)

any sort of gender preference :: male please!! Thank you:))

Also just some facts that might help: i wear glasses that always slide down my nose,, i almost never wear shoes in the house,, and i have a big bumblebee plush from g1 that i always carry with me :)

tysm !! 🥹🥹 im slowly gaining some <33 but hopefully ill reach my next goal ,, 500 followers 😎😎 also i wear glasses too but they slide down too 😭😭 i dont wear them unless im watching smt on tv tho 💀💀 i just cant see too far away ,, heres your matchup thoo !! tysm for being a follower of mine and supporting my content 🥹❤️🙏 i went with tfp with this as well :D also i do like the smell of gasoline too 💀💀 ion know why but i do ,, not that i actively participate in smelling it 💀😭

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 :

- ratchet

- breakdown

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 :

- ratchet

• whilst ratchet comes off as disinterested or grumpy most the times ,, he does have a slight interest towards you

• he does like that you care a lot for everyone at base ,, but he doesnt say anything about it

• occasionally he’ll spare you a genuine smile or two ,, not much for pda but in private moments he doesnt mind your hands all over him

• he’ll let you set on his shoulder or rest against his helm if it makes you feel better <3

• he doesnt play video games ,, but he can agree that he does love rainy days on earth ,, the soft raindrops bring him comfort and peace

• he can also relate to the losing concentration part 💀 he cant stand it

- breakdown

• hes more loud then ratchet is and more energetic then the old medic

• but it isnt much of a bad thing ,, he does tone it down when hes around you ,, taking notice of your dislike towards yelling

• he’ll definitely play games with you in his mass displaced form tho :D !!

• and for rainy days ,, he’ll take you on drives so you can experience it ,, he’ll drive slow and smooth ,, play soft music and just enjoy both of your guys’ comfort

• he will also binge movies with you ,, he is interested in what you humans come up with for entertainment anyways

• he doesnt mind touching either ,, he really loves it 🥹 he loves your affection a lot <33 so you dont gotta worry about that

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 :

soft rain pattered against the window ,, rolling down and away from your view. the sky was a dark grey ,, the sun nowhere to be seen. warm air blew through breakdown’s ventilation ,, keeping you cozy in his alt mode as he drove slowly down the empty road.

he found out that you had enjoyed the rain ,, and soon grew to understand why. he even had a special place in his spark for the weather on earth. even if he wasnt much a fan of the cold or super hot days ,, he didnt mind the rainy weather. not only didnit provide a nice free shower but also time with you.

soft melodies played out his radio ,, strolling down the black road and going who knows where. the scenery was calm and peaceful ,, the moment you two shared would definitely be cherished.

#🏷.300 follower event

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actualbird · 3 years ago

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tot ao3 fic recs part 2: smut edition, n/s//f///w fics ahead obviously

previous tot ao3 fic recs: part 1

been trying to read a bit more in this fandom but oops, lately ive just been camped out in the E rated section, HAHA. anyway, heres some smut fics i REALLY LOVED!!!

醉梦酣欢 (drunk-dazed) by Anonymous [marius/vyn]

Vyn gets his turn next… with Rosa. Opposite him, Marius lets out an annoyed huff disguised as a sigh. “When will I get the chance to be with you, jiejie?” Marius whines. “Ignore him,” Vyn offers. He puts out his hand for Rosa to take, which she does – shyly – almost in awe of the way that Vyn is leading her towards the closet. (nxx plays 'seven minutes in heaven', except everyone knocks out before marius and vyn do)

majority of vyn smut has vyn as the dominant one but this one is built different, here vyn is needy and the fic does it SOOOOO WELLLLLLL. fantastic buildup filled with nxx team investigation interactions and then after that mariusvyn rolls around and serves very very good smut (finally, the facefucking content ive been WAITING FOR).

honey, i laugh when it sinks in by mimolette [artem/mc]

a pillar i am, upright “Seeing her on top of him was all he needed. Perhaps he had a bit of a masochistic streak himself, but who’s to say? Every time he was on top of her, he would always keep asking her what’s the best position for her to be in, if she’s comfortable, if she feels good, how beautiful she looks, ramblings like that, and while she would dial him back a few times, she never minded him constantly checking. It made her feel special, as she put it once." aka there’s only like one or two other fics of artem getting dommed into the stratosphere, so i had to take matters into my own hands. mc is referred to as rosa for convenience.

ARTEM WING IS SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE!!! this fic is wonderfully hot. artem's pov/internal monolog here is top notch, a great mix of horny and endearing. great smut and also the end made my heart tender...

Mirage by kizunas [artem/gn!reader, reader is not mc(rosa)]

He loves with a passion that bleeds into his actions, never his words. You can see it in how he doesn’t make a sound. How he’s seemingly on the cusp, tethering dangerously on the knife’s edge. You’re nothing but a stranger to him and yet he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. That woman is lucky, you think—to be loved by someone as devastatingly devoted as Artem Wing. Or, a pretty man with a white-collar job takes you back home with him for the night. You certainly don’t regret the experience.

heads up, this fic will hurt a bit if you like artem/mc because here artem...does not get with mc and hes coping with that. by fucking you. and hoo BOYYYY IS IT A FANTASTIC FIC. the smut is phenomenal, a rare artem taking the lead fic i enjoyed, but what really stood out to me in this fic was the outsider pov to artem's character, how hes feeling, how he is as a person. tfw the smut makes me more emo about a character im already emo about. GREAT STUFF.

fuck, jiejie, please— by Anonymous [marius/mc or marius/f!reader]

One thing you learned through dating Marius is that he’s insatiable, and always down to fuck. And this week, it was particularly pronounced. OR: Marius doesn't realize that actions come with punishments. Clearly, something needs to be done about that.

MARIUS VON HAGEN IS SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE BUT ALSO SUCH A NEEDY BRAT. theres a bunch of subby!marius fics out there but this one is def one of my faves because marius' character is so clearly the shithead bastard we all know and love. mc or reader here is a wonderfully strict dom here, and everybody else's screentime is delightful

the image of love by glassedlillies [vyn/luke]

If their relationship was presented to Vyn in an entirely objective fashion, he would have said these people were undoubtedly in love. (and they are. they're in love. this is undeniable fact.)

filed under smut that made me CRY REAL TEARS KJDSGS. been craving vynluke for a while and HOOOO BOY, THIS FIC FED ME WELL. a heartbreakingly yet simultaneously heartwarming exploration of vyn and luke's relationship, esp how irt to luke feeling as if he isnt worth loving (aka this is the bit that made me cry lol), followed by DELICIOUS SMUT. luke pearce being called puppy, my beloved...

ruin me, as you wish by glassedlillies [marius/artem]

On the night of their confession, Artem tells him something. It’s not life changing, or a particularly enthralling revelation — but it is something, and Marius has only one singular reaction to this something. He’s going to ruin Artem.

this fic is an extra scene from a fic i recced in my last fic rec, "a world in which you love me". both fics made me insane about martem in different ways KJBJDFDS. man, this author really excels at scrumptious filthy kinky smut AND the underlying relationship dynamic that is the bedrock for the smut. //CHEF'S KISS!!! fantastic, fantastic!!!

#tears of themis #been a bit too busy to make my own content these days so i thought why not hype up other ppl's content!!#so so so many skilled writers in this fandom!!!#this rec list is also for my references because i NEED to leave an ao3 comment for all of them but i keep forgetting KJBKSDF #fic recs

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