#i honestly think that's how her name is spelled and i am too tired to double check

[radioactive-earthshine]

I know DC won’t do it because they’re cowards, but in my heart of hearts, I know that if Kon had introduced Bart to the family as his bf, not only would Ma and Pa have loved him, Baby Martha would’ve loved him as her stepdad

Your heart is pure and correct. Bonus for Lophi having found a family too with Ma and Pa (we ain't killing her to prop Konbart up).

Ma and Pa would be delighted with Bart and their hearts would be at ease with him. It's never easy to be with a Super, loving them is easy yes, but dealing with the the dangers and complexities associated with them is something else entirely.

But seeing the way both Kon and Bart glow around each other as they celebrate each other's weirdness brings them joy. And they keep the pride stuff out a lot longer.

[taeyongdoyoung]

enjoy the silence

summary: your usually quiet self becomes unusually loud around your boyfriend so you want him to make you shut up 👀 pairing: chan x reader genre: smut with hints of angst warnings: silence kink, insecurities, swearing, healthy communication 🥰 belt, fingering, eating out, overstimulation, piv sex, safeword used, pre-discussed scenario, dirty talk, pet names, kissing, overthinking, they're just idiots in love, your honour 😔 word count: 1.5k

You are generally perceived as the "quiet one" among your friends. Always the listener, never the talker. Honestly, you are more than okay with it. Most of the time, you can't think of a funny or interesting thing to say so you keep to yourself. And you genuinely enjoy hearing about your loved ones' days, even if you are not the best at responding with something witty. Some of them say one of the things that they like about you is that you don't give unnecessary advice but offer your support which is more than enough in certain situations.

All of that changes when you meet Chan. He makes you feel so comfortable that you open up without realizing. Sometimes you would babble for hours and he would let you. In most contexts, you would overthink your answer and end up not saying anything. But when you are with him, you don't have to think. You just freely say whatever is on your mind and are met with acceptance. It is like he unlocked a new part of you that you didn't even know existed.

One evening, you are out having dinner with Chan, and you are excitedly telling him about what you did today, what you ate, where you went, what outfit you wore and all the silly details you normally keep inside. He smiles at you adoringly, adding "Really?" and "That sounds nice" every now and then.

You are genuinely having a lovely time when you overhear a remark coming from the table nearby.

"Ugh, does that woman ever shut up? That poor guy..."

"I know, right? Must be so annoying..."

You immediately stop talking and gulp nervously. They must be talking about you. Were you really that loud?

"Let's go home," you say in a quiet voice.

Chan doesn't question it, he just gets the bill and you two make your way out of the restaurant. He drives you home in complete silence and when you are inside the apartment, he finally breaks the quiet spell.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You didn't even finish your meal..."

"N-nothing, I'm f-fine," you try to lie but your voice breaks.

"Tell me, please," Chan urges you to trust him with your concerns.

"Channie, do I talk too much?" you ask.

"Oh, so you heard those assholes, as well..."

"So...do I?"

"I seriously love hearing you talk, okay? I've seen how quiet you get around your friends and I am glad you feel safe enough to share all these stuff with me. And to be fair, it's kind of a relief, after a long day of me doing a lot of talking, I get to listen to you. These people at the restaurant were just jealous that no one wants to hear their nasty voices."

That makes you laugh and you bury your head in his chest, enveloping him in a hug.

"Don't you ever get tired? Don't you wish to shut me up?" you want to know.

"Where is this coming from? Forget about these fuckers..."

"Not in general. Don't you want to make me stop talking in bed?" you suggest boldly.

"Oh. It hasn't crossed my mind. Is that something you'd like to explore?"

"As long as it's with you, yes."

"With nobody else?" Chan runs a finger across your cheek.

"Nope, never," you admit.

"Well, I'll see what I can do about that."

Chan looks really tired from work and you probably shouldn't push his buttons right now of all times. But you really want to see him snap. Empowered by your previous discussions of this particular scenario, you decide to give it a shot. If he's not in the mood, you'll just drop it and let him rest. But if he's in...may the universe have mercy on you.

"So I told her, no, I don't want to get drinks for everyone, Susan, 'cause you never pay me back and you always treat me like a minion and then she said-"

Chan sighs deeply because you've told this story like three times already but doesn't interrupt you. Okay, he really appears exhausted, maybe this was a terrible idea.

"Tell me to shut up," you beg him at this point.

"Huh?" he blinks somewhat confused.

"I'm obviously being super loud and you're tired. So, make me shut up and take it out on me. Please?"

Realizing where you're going with this, Chan nods and the exhaustion suddenly disappears from his eyes. His gaze is now on fire as he squishes your cheeks with one hand and pushes you against the wall.

"As long you're begging," he smirks cruelly and kisses you.

Oh dear. He's never kissed you like this, so roughly and fervently, teeth clashing against yours, biting your lips until it hurts. You cannot speak even if you wanted to, which you don't. Completely losing yourself to the feeling, you let him do as he pleases.

Chan grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the bedroom. He pins you under him on the bed and starts talking.

"Always so fuckin' loud, huh?"

You shake your head in disagreement. You can be quiet if he wants you to. You'd do anything if it makes him happy.

"Got nothing to say all of a sudden?" Chan teases you and starts taking off your clothes.

You lick your own lips hesitantly but don't dare say a word. Seeing him like this is so unexpected but you can't get enough of it.

"What got you so shy, hm? I thought you loved yapping to me. All. Day. Long."

The way he enunciates each word would make anyone else think he was genuinely annoyed by it. But you know your Channie. You know that he wouldn't hurt you. Not unless you asked him to.

"Talk to me, baby, yeah? Why aren't you saying anything?" he asks while he's unbuckling his belt.

You refuse to speak and he takes it as a sign to continue. He smacks the bed with his belt and the action is so startling you unvoluntarily flinch as if you were the one hit.

"Are you going to speak or do you want me to force the words out of you?"

Oh, so he's going to use your own weapon against you? Very well, then. Two can play at that game. Let's see who folds first.

Chan takes the task very seriously and does everything he can think of to make you talk again.

"Come on, sweetheart, doesn't this feel good?" he keeps asking as his big fingers stretch you out deliciously. Yes, it feels amazing, but you are so stubborn you say nothing.

"Not even a moan? You're crazy," he laughs but doesn't give up.

He eats you out longer than you've ever thought humanly possible, making you cum over and over again. But you still hold on, fingers gripping the sheets and teeth biting the inside of your cheek.

"Was this okay?" Chan needs to know and you swear you see his eyes watering with emotion, begging to be praised for his otherworldly skills, but not even that can make you speak.

You give him a noncomittal nod, which obviously makes him even more competitive.

Finally, he thrusts into you so deeply, so overwhelmingly that it takes every ounce of willpower for you to not break. His hard cock inside you, his strong arms wrapped around you, his smooth voice talking to you, his beautiful eyes gazing at yours. It's too much, yet never enough. You want to tell him so many things. How much he means to you, how grateful you are for him, how happy he makes you, how-

"Be honest, do you hate me?" Chan interrupts your affectionate thoughts out of nowhere.

Huh? Where the fuck is this coming from?

"P-pineapple," you break your silence by saying the pre-established safeword because there is no way you could continue enjoying yourself and each other without unpacking this.

Oh, no. Chan just wanted to hear you speak again, but not like this.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he immediately asks in concern and stops his movements.

"Did you hurt me?" you answer sarcastically. "Did I hurt you? Why would you ask me if I hate you while literally inside of me, are you serious right now?"

"I was just wondering," he pouts adorably, "you weren't talking to me for so long, I thought you were mad at me or something."

"I wasn't speaking because that was part of the scenario we talked about! Of course, I love you, you big idiot! How could you possibly ask that?"

Chan smiles fondly and gives you a soft kiss.

"I love you, too," he giggles. "So, you're not hurt? We can keep going?"

"No, I'm fine. Yes, we can, I just said the safeword because I can't have you thinking I hate you under no circumstances. You're everything to me, okay?"

"Okay," Chan agrees easily. "But can I ask for something?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Please never shut up for real, baby. No matter how tired I may look, I love hearing about your day."

"I know. The same goes for you, yeah? You don't have to keep everything in, alright? I'll always listen to you. Whenever and whatever you want to say, I'm here for you."

"Oh, really? You'll be my good girl and listen? You'd do what I like?" Chan raises an eyebrow and you long to see what kind of demon you've unleashed.

"For you? I'd do anything," you promise.

"Then no more silence. I wanna hear you scream for me."

The End

[wandascrush]

Why the invite?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, AU Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x an annoying fiance

Summary: After years of not speaking, your old high school “situationship” invites you to her wedding

Warnings: kissing, hickeys, undercover homophobia, some light angst, a man makes an appearance

Song: Why did you invite me to your wedding by Kevin Atwater (lyrics highlighted in red)

The glow of your laptop screen is the only thing illuminating your bedroom, casting bluish light over the clutter of books and coffee mugs littering your desk. The world outside is quiet—as quiet as it gets for a bustling city. It’s 2:00 am, the kind of late where even the hum of the refrigerator feels deafening, except the occasional buzz of a notification.

   You should be sleeping. You have meetings in the morning, or at the very least, something better to do than mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. But here you are, trying to write and getting stuck after the first sentence. You could hear your editors voice scolding you already. So, you decided scrolling on socials instead was better- another engagement post. Another couple. Another pregnancy announcement. A reminder that your 20’s aren’t forever, and time is slowly marching forward.

Then, a notification pops up.

Wanda Maximoff has sent you a friend request. 

You freeze. 

   For a second, you think your brain is playing tricks on you. Maybe you’re too tired, and it’s not really her name flashing across the screen. But no—when you click on it, there she is. Wanda Maximoff, looking just as ethereal as ever in her profile picture. A cheerleader that aged well. That’s new.  The feeling that grips your chest is old.

You hesitate, fingers hovering over the mouse. It’s been years. At least six. She was your first, in more ways than one. Your first real love. Your first heartbreak. Your first lesson in how shame could be sharper than a knife.

A second notification chimes. A message.

Wanda Maximoff sent you a message.

I got your message, last night around 1

Your throat feels tight as you click. The message is short, simple. Too simple for the weight of the years between you.

“Hi. Hope you’re well. Also, save date! Marrid soon :)”

You’re getting married, and you want me to come

You immediately notice her grammar is off, and so is the way she spells “married.”  You miss me a lot and the wedding's next month I think you were drunk, you spelled "wedding" wrong

And then, attached below—an image.

 A cream-colored card, tastefully elegant, adorned with gold lettering. 

Wanda Maximoff & Victor Ivonis. 

Save the Date- come celebrate the lovely couple. It’s summer wedding, her favorite season. 

You don’t read the rest. You don’t need to. Your lips twitch into something that isn’t quite a smile. It’s funny, in a bitter sort of way.

Wanda is getting married. To a man. 

Of course she is.

You lean back in your chair, exhaling sharply. A laugh—dry, humorless—pushes past your lips. You squeeze the bridge of your nose, trying to process this random, and honestly, unwanted invitation. 

After all these years, this is how she comes back into your life. A friend request. A wedding invitation. Like you’re just another face in the crowd, another name on a guest list?

You close your eyes, and suddenly, you are in highschool again.

Back in the dimly lit parking lot after prom, the air thick with spring rain and the sound of Wanda’s whimpers filling the car. You remember her hands resting on your shoulders, fingers trembling, her lips parted like she wanted to say something as she reached her climax on your lap. The way your name fell off her lips sounded like heaven. You never forgot the feeling of her sucking possessive hickeys into your neck, never knowing what to tell people when they asked who they were from. Or how she looked at you when no one else was watching, like you were her whole world.

And the way she let you go.

Your fingers tighten around the mouse, the glow of the screen reflecting in your tired eyes. The past is knocking, uninvited, and you don’t know whether to open the door—or let it stay locked. 

And not for a moment does it escape you that Wanda invites you to her wedding, in the dead of the night, at 2 am. 

[msmk11]

Marauder's Era HC's- How They React When You Ask Them If They'd Still Love You If You Were a Worm

(This is the most unserious thing I've ever written)

James

When you ask him the question, he is SO confused.

I mean, he has no connection to the muggle world, so he's never seen the trend.

James has endless questions for you: "What is the point of this question?" "Why are you a worm?" "Why am I not a worm?"

You have to beg him to stop asking questions and just answer yes or no.

James, of course, is a sweetheart. So even though he's still very confused, his response is lovely: "Well I reckon I'd love you in any universe in any form, so yes I would still love you, even if you were a worm."

Sirius

Sirius is not even fazed by the question.

He INSTANTLY answers yes.

His lack of hesitation makes you all giggly and happy.

But then, he asks you if you'd still love him if he were a worm.

Obviously, you say yes.

Side note: you two would totally have this conversation in bed before going to sleep because that's when you talk about all the weird shit.

Remus

His immediate response is an exasperated, tired sigh because he's so used to your shenanigans.

The first thing he'd say is, "Well am I a worm too?"

Once you tell him no, that he wouldn't be a worm, his answer to you is no because, "he's not attracted to worms?"

You try and explain to him that he'd still know it was you, you'd just be in worm form.

He doesn't budge on his answer and only replies that, "this seems too complicated for a hypothetical, dove."

Peter

I'm sorry, but he instantly laughs in your face after you ask the question because he thinks you're being goofy.

But when he realizes that you're 100% serious, he sobers up real fast.

"Wait, is that a genuine question?

My guy is SWEATING. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

He slowly drags out his answer to gauge your reaction and figure out the correct response.

"Nnnnnnnno-" (sees your face fall) "Yes! No yeah, yes, I'd totally still love you if you were a worm."

Lily

She's so happy you asked (if not a little mad that you beat her to it.)

I mean she's muggle born, so she's definitely seen the tik tok trend.

Answers with a giggle and happy, "Yes ofc, lovely."

She'd then go off on a little tangent about all the ways she'd treat you like royalty, even as a worm- she'd get the nicest soil, the best little habitat, etc.

Girl is so precious

Marlene

Marlene doesn't hesitate and instantly responds yes.

But honestly, I think she'd be way more interested to know if you'd still love her if she was a worm.

(There's only one right answer.)

I'm also certain that this question and variants of it would become her obsession for the next month.

Like every day she'd ask you the same question but with a new animal: "Would you still love me if I were a frog?" "A penguin?" "A squirrel?"

Dorcas

Babe is too logical to answer this question.

She's instantly coming up with solutions/alternative answers rather than just saying yes or no.

"I wouldn't need to worry about this, because I'd just turn you back into a human."

Starts listing off all the spells or potions she could use to turn you back into a human.

When you try to protest and tell her that that wouldn't be possible, she'd only take it as a challenge.

Would literally come up with her own spell or potion to prove a point if necessary.

Mary

Her answer is yes

Why? Because she "loves worms and loves you. What's not to love?"

I'm pretty sure this question doesn't linger on her mind very long. But worms do.

Within the week she has a pet worm and a whole habitat for it.

Might even name it after you (which is a ?compliment?)

Regulus

Regulus isn't fazed by the question, but that doesn't mean he will give in to your shenanigans.

Immediately responds no.

Despite your pouty lips and frown, he does not budge.

You say, "So you don't really love me unconditionally?"

"Just be glad you're not a worm."

[star-lights-up]

I'm having thoughts again (it's a very dangerous thing, thinking is): Cherik matilda au, with Jean as matilda. Honestly, it'd probably be a jean-centric fic, background cherik, because i mean miss honey doesn't have a love interest in the original lol. (Oh, right, Charles = miss honey. Erik also kind of = miss honey. they're sharing the role.)

ALSO i'm basing this on the book and the original movie, not the musical and musical movies. I love all incarnations of matilda but I am too tired to work in the whole premonition story thing.

So Jean is just chilling. She's like two years old and already she can cook and clean and pretty much be self sufficient. Her parents are self-absorbed assholes who don't really pay her any mind, and her brother is a little shit who's older than her and never home anyways.

She goes to the library, and she reads. She expands her horizons. She learns. She develops a yearning to see the world outside of her lonely little life -- she may be self-sufficient, but it doesn't mean she doesn't want any friends.

Now, when she's six, she tells her parents that she really should've started school already, and her dad makes a deal with this terrifying man to send her off to Hellfire Elementary (sounds like a great place for kids, amiright?)

There she meets Ororo, who's funny and nice, and then there's Logan, this older kid who's absolutely TERRIFYING (at least he thinks he is, jean's calling his bs). He warns them about the headmaster -- Shaw. The truly terrifying one.

Shaw in this isn't really the kevin bacon shaw. He's like if shaw lost his fucking marbles and became a really buff lunatic. He throws a girl wearing her hair in pigtails over the fence. It's insane.

Then Jean goes to her class. The first years have two teachers -- Mr. Lehnsherr and Mr. Xavier, who tells them just to call him Charles as long as Shaw's not around.

The classroom is kind of amazing. They've got art by students hanging everywhere and cute little posters and vases of wildflowers, the doors opened to the school grounds and filtering in the last of the warm summer air. To Jean, it feels magical. She's finally at school. She finally feels like she's going to get to be in the world. She chats with Ororo and some kid named Scott before the bell rings.

(Now for teaching duo cherik! I'm thinking for them, this is an established relationship fic. )

They've both been hurt by shaw (more on that later) to the point where they've become more muted versions of their personalities.

Charles is kind, as he always is, but in this he's very soft-spoken and stuff. Even as he smiles warmly at the kids, checking on the girl with the pigtails, Jean notices this deep sadness in his eyes.

And then there's Erik. He's quiet, very matter-of-fact when he does speak up, methodical. He's very gentle with all of the children, though, and Jean sees him tracking Charles with his eyes, as though he's sure something awful will happen to him as soon as he lets him out of his sight. Again, his eyes hold some deep sadness, some hidden pain.

As the lessons begin, they're shocked by Jean. Her reading, her writing. Her incredible math abilities.

( found this cute little line from the original book, and i wanted to adapt it (very erik-core):

"It's not fair," Ororo says, "How can she do it and we can't?"

"Don't worry, Ororo, you'll soon catch up," Mr. Lehnsherr says, lying through his teeth. )

After class is over, Charles wants to talk to Shaw, try and get Jean in a more advanced grade. Erik doesn't want him to go. They go together, and Shaw pretty much yells at them and threatens them until they leave.

They decide to think of another way to go -- they can't have jean just sitting in class, learning how to spell r-a-t when she's read shakespeare already.

Back at home, for another week or so, Jean's life continues much the same as it always does. Her parents: the assholes. Then her father takes her and her brother into work one day, telling his son he needs to learn the family trade. Jean's just there.

He shows them all sorts of illegal things he does to the cars before he sells them -- sawdust in the engine, running the miles backwards until the car seems barely used. It's not legal. Worse, it's not safe.

Jean speaks out and gets yelled at.

So she finds some superglue and glues his stupid hat to his head the next day. And so starts her rebellion.

Charles and Erik decide that perhaps it's best to speak to Jean's parents directly. Cue creepy CGI cherik from the last stand. No, no, I'm kidding. They just show up there, try to talk to the greys, who really aren't having it, and before they leave Erik sneaks a book behind a coat rack, Jean smiling at him from where she's hidden on the stairwell, having listened to the whole thing.

Jean plays another prank on her parents for treating her teachers so bad (blabbermouth parrot in the chimney. Mrs. Grey is convinced they've got a ghost).

Meanwhile, at school, Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr give her all these workbooks with more difficult math and language and science, apologizing that they can't instruct her directly or get her into a more advanced class but promising to help if she has any questions (she doesn't).

Anyways. Then we get to the interesting part.

It's been a while, and Jean's seen the horrors of Shaw. He made a boy eat a whole cake in front of the school. he throws kids out windows. And there's this terrible thing called the chokey.

Shaw comes into their classroom to teach his monthly class -- Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr quickly hiding all the art and decorations in the room.

Ororo sneaks a newt into shaw's water. Pandemonium breaks out. Shaw starts targeting poor scott, of all people, who's not capable of breaking a rule.

Something in Jean snaps. And the glass tips over, sending the newt right onto shaw and shaw right out of their classroom.

After class, she explains it to Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr. She shows them what she can do. With just a little bit of anger, she can push the glass over.

The two teachers glance at each other (after being quite shocked, of course), then Charles asks if she'd like to have tea, and talk about this more, if her parents wouldn't mind.

Jean knows that they most certainly don't care where she is, and agrees.

Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr bring her to a small cottage, surrounded by wildflowers. The walls are whitewashed. There are two little windows. Charles spreads cheap margarine on the toast. Mr. Lehnsherr pulls two chipped mugs out -- there doesn't appear to be a third. The kitchen is just a shelf, really, with a little portable stove.

Charles asks Jean if she'd be willing to get them some water from the well out back. She has a wonderful time doing so, never having drawn from a well before.

She and Charles have tea and toast, sitting on the crates that are the only furniture in the whole of the tiny cottage. Mr. Lehnsherr sits cross-legged on the floor, leaning against Charles's crate a little and not eating or drinking anything.

Jean, as a small child -- because, yes, no matter how smart and independent she is, she's still a small child -- asks a few questions that might be a little too personal, inquiring about just how poor their salaries are to live like this.

"Why shouldn't you ask?" Charles says, after Jean apologizes. "You were bound to ask in the end. You are much to bright to not have wondered. Perhaps... Perhaps we even wanted you to ask."

Erik nods his head, saying his solemn voice, "You're our first visitor, after all."

Quietly, a little sadly, Charles begins to tell Jean a story. He once lived in a large brick house in town. His mother passed when he was born, and his father was absent until he died, leaving him in the care of an uncle. The uncle brought with him a ward, Erik.

The uncle was an unkind man. He forced them to work around the clock, doing the household chores and the cooking and anything else he could think of, like they were servants and not young children. He would beat them if they disobeyed -- and even when they didn't.

They managed to go to the teacher's college about forty minutes away when they both turned eighteen. They could've gone to university -- but the evil man wouldn't allow it.

"How did you get away?" Jean asks, equally riveted and in deep sympathy for her kind teachers.

They tell a story of being forced to sign away their salaries to the uncle, since apparently they "owed him thousands" for being just barely fed and clothed for ten years. With the little that they got to keep, it seemed they would never get a place of their own...

But Mr. Lehnsherr, on his early morning walks, stumbled into a small, empty cottage. He went to find out who owned it, and the farmer, after insisting he didn't want to live there, agreed to rent it out for ten pence a month.

Charles and Mr. Lehnsherr (who, at a point, sighed and told Jean just to call him Erik since they're not at school) quietly packed their things, informed the evil man that they'd rented a house, and rushed out the door.

While Jean is happy for their triumph, she's aghast of the idea of the evil man still living in Charles's old home. He says that his father's will was apparently destroyed ("no prizes for guessing who," Jean says, and Erik huffs a laugh) and his uncle produced a piece of paper saying the house was to go to him -- Charles is sure it was counterfeit, but there's nothing he can do.

"He still owns my family property a town over, too," Erik says quietly. "Won in much the same fashion." His hands are balled into fists, his face mournful and angry. He doesn't elaborate, and Jean and Charles are smart enough not to push.

Jean asks who the evil man is.

With a glance at his partner, Charles says the name "Shaw."

After the initial shock, the conversation changes, and Jean eventually excuses herself to go home. Charles and Erik apologize for keeping her so late, walking her to the end of the dirt road and back to the sidewalk.

Before they part, Jean asks a few questions: what did Charles's father call him before he passed? Charlie. He hated it. What did charles and Erik's parents call Shaw? Sebastian. His first name. And what did he call their parents? Brian, Charles answers. ...Edie, Erik whispers after a moment of hesitation.

Jean practices her new gift at home. It's not long until she can lift things at whim, pointing at them or staring at them or just thinking of it. She plots. She plans. She practices what's needed for her plots and her plans.

The next time Shaw comes into their classroom, he's startled by the whiteboard chalk floating into the air, beginning to write a message:

Sebastian, give my Charlie back his house. Give him and Erik their wages. Give Erik his land. Then get out of here. If you don't, we will get you. We will get you like you got us. We are watching you, Sebastian.

There is a great commotion as Shaw passes out on the floor in shock. He's carted out of the school. He leaves the brick house within a day. Reportedly, Brian Xavier's will turns up. Charles and Erik move into the great house. Charles is appointed headmaster of the newly christened "Big Friendly School." (Note: this is taken from the source material. I don't think charles would name something after himself in this au tbh). Jean is a welcome visitor anytime.

Then, one day, arriving back from the brick house in the evening, she finds her parents packing up the car. They're moving to spain, they say. Her father has been caught, which they don't say, but is clear.

Jean runs all the way back to Charles and Erik's house. Jean begs them to let her stay -- she doesn't want to leave, and she certainly doesn't want to be trapped with her parents forever in a foreign country.

Charles and Erik come with her back to her house. She takes some adoption papers out, which, funnily enough, she's had since she was tall enough to use the copier at the library! Boss move, Jean.

her parents don't fucking care, so they sign the papers. Charles and Erik are pretty much about to cry. They're parents, now, something they never thought they could be. They hug Jean, something her own parents never did, and don't bother to watch them leave.

Now, they all live in the big brick house together, and it's a house full of reading and laughter and life, all three of them, daughter and her fathers, finding a kind of happiness they never thought they'd be able to have.

and that's it. Why did I spend two hours writing this. 😂

[mwahsturns]

First choice // Matt Sturniolo Pt 1

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: cussing, fluff, flirting, talk of death, Semi-proof read! I think that’s it let me know if there’s more! Also if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes please ignore them 😭🙏🏻

Synopsis: Y/n works at a record store and one day while she’s working two very cute guys walk into the store but one especially catches her eye and later so happens they end up having more then just there music taste in common ;)

Word Count:1,890

Author’s notes: Hii bbys !! <3, So I’ve never written a fic before or posted on tumblr, So I’m sorry if this is bad I’m new at this please go easy on me😭🙏🏻. If you guys have any suggestions, tips or advice please message me I hope you enjoy my new series!!, this took me a very long time to come up with so I hope you love it💗.

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The sound of music always brought me peace, I work at a record shop because I love being around vinyls and just anything music related really. I also really enjoy reading It's always brought me a sense of comfort as well as writing and poetry. Honestly it makes me really happy, and ever since I was a kid I've always written songs and maybe sang a little bit but that’s a secret. I don't know what it is but I always feel like it helps me forget about everything that’s wrong in my life, my parents died when I was 16 so it’s always been just me and my two little brothers. I love them more than anything and I'd do anything for them. Today was just a regular day at work I was putting vinyls on the racks that they go on when two guys walk into the store, I look over and give them a soft smile.

‘hii welcome let me know if you need any help finding any artist or vinyl specifically’ they smile at me and nod as one of the boys catches my eye, I’m a very shy person so I decided not to say anything unless I needed to. After a couple minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and saw the guy who caught my eye standing in front of me. ‘hi um i wanted to ask you something’ he seemed very nervous but also very confident weird mix. ‘yes of course how can i help you’ I smiled softly at him hoping to make him more comfortable, ‘do you happen to have “circles” by Mac miller’ he says as he does a side smile. I smile at him as I think about how I also enjoy mac miller.

‘yea over here!’ i walk over and pull it off the rack, ‘this is one of my favorites’ i say chuckling, ‘i really like this one’ he says turning the vinyl around. ‘what other artists do you like?’ ‘i really like d4vd and um frank ocean oh! Omg Dominic Fike omg Tyler the creator?! is so amazing and oh my god i'm rambling im so sorry’ I blushed getting a little nervous, ‘nah you're good’ he smiles as I look up at him and smile softly. We stand there until the guy he came with comes up to him ‘woah you guys twins or am I dumb?’ ‘nahh triplets’ he says laughing ’oh cool” i say and start checking them out. ‘You're the first to not ask us a million and one questions about being triplets’ he chuckles, ‘yea nah y'all will tell me over time’ I smirk i say with my boston accent coming through a little.

‘oh so you plan on getting to know us’ he smirks a little ‘oh totally y’all look cool’ I laugh, ‘you're from boston?’ The other guy says noticing my backpack in the back with the Boston logo. ‘yes i am’ i laugh ‘us too!’ ‘What's your name?’ The guy who got my eye says ‘I’m y/n’ ‘cool im matt and hes chris’ ahh Matt hot guy hot name. ‘cool!’ I hand them the bag and me and Matt make eye contact, ‘have a good day’ ‘thanks you too’ matt says smiling at me. They walk out and i really hope i see them again.

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  I finally got to clock out of work It was so tiring and I needed to make sure my little brothers were ok. I get to my car and get settled in and connect my phone to the aux and play “Ivy” by Frank Ocean. I’m so glad to be going home I think as I started driving I decided that I was gonna pick up a pizza for my little brothers because I got paid today and I know how much they love pizza. We aren't broke completely but we definitely struggle sometimes recently things have been rough but I finally got a promotion so it's getting a little easier I got the pizza and started heading home I got home and when i opened the door and my brothers cody and alex run up to me and ‘sissyyyy we missed you’ alex says hugging me, ‘aww i miss you too bud’ ‘sissy you bought pizza!’ Cody says looking like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head. 

 

i walk over to alexa who’s been my best friend for years, she helps me with my brothers and just around the house ‘thank you so much lex’ i say hugging her ‘Of course love that's what best friends are for’ she says smiling softly ‘wanna spend the night and when i put them to bed we can talk?’ ‘yeah okay sure’ Alexa smiles at me while i feed the boys.

I start to give the boys a shower and as i’m showering cody he looks up at me with the biggest smile on his face. ‘sissy I wanna be just like you when i grow up.’ He says playing with the bubbles, ‘aww little c i love you a lot bub and i know one day you’ll be even better than me’ i say tearing up, cody has always been more clingy to me than Alex is but not as much, cody doesn’t like to leave my side and he is the sweetest kid ever. Him saying he wants to be like me does hurt a little because I've been through a lot of shit but the fact that I look strong in his eyes makes up for it all. I put them to bed and Me Alexa got some wine and took a seat on the couch.

‘So how was your day?’ She says sitting next to me. ‘it was good omg lex these two really cute brothers came into the shop and oh my god girl’ I say blushing thinking of Matt ‘speaking of cute brothers you know the guy i was talking to?’ ‘yes why?’ ‘this is him and his brother I’d think you like him’ she turns her phone and pulls out a picture.

‘hold up hold up let me see that?!’ i say taking the phone from her ‘omg thats the cute guys that came in today’ ‘Omg?! yeah i've been talking to chris for a minute now’ ‘matt’s pretty attractive just sayin’ I couldn’t help myself but blush i don’t know what’s wrong with me fuck Y/N get it together. ‘oooo y/n has a crush?’ ‘oh shut the fuck up’ ‘oh come on you haven’t had a boyfriend since your parents died’ she says starting to get serious, ‘i know but my brothers mean the world to me lex i need to make sure there ok i don’t have the time’ I would love to give Matt a chance but i don’t know.

‘your brothers would want you to be happy y/n/n’ she says rubbing my knee, ‘I know but it's not about me being happy i need to make sure there happy i have to be a mother figure to them they need me’ ‘i get that babes but you need to remember you lost them too your only 20 rasing two kids you need to be a kid too especially since you were forced to grow up so quick’ i look at her and nod I mean I understand where she’s coming from but my brothers are all I know. ‘i love you y/n i'm just looking out for you ima head to bed goodnight love’ ‘night babes’ as she walks off and goes to into the guest room i kinda sit there think about what she said and i mean she's right but i can’t risk something happening to my brothers.  I head upstairs and head to bed because i have another day of work but holy fuck thank god it's friday. 

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I woke up the next morning only because my alarm for work went off and i see it’s 9:44 so i know Alexa is getting my brothers ready for school I get out of the bed and i started to get ready for work. I finished getting ready for work when my younger brother Cody came into the room with tears in his eyes. ‘sis…’ he says in a sad tone I turned around quickly and scooped him into my arms ‘aww what's wrong love?’ i say concerned.

‘i don’t wanna go to school i wanna stay home with you can you please skip work..’ he says in a whiny tone, ‘Aww bub i wish i could help but you know the rules’ When i got custody of cody and alex the court gave me really strict rules to follow, i had to make sure they were always at school, they weren’t falling and that i kept a stable job and make enough money or else they would take them away. ‘I know but i hate being at school kids are mean to me and alex’ i look at him feeling bad but i don’t wanna risk losing them. ‘I’m sorry bub if i could keep you and alex with me 24/7 forever i would’ i say hugging him tightly.

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i got to work over an hour ago and to say its boring is an understatement. Just as i think that i hear the bell ring meaning someone walked into the store, i look up ready to greet them and i realize its matt. ‘Matt? Hey’ i say smiling. ‘Hey um i know this might be weird but i um.. Well so my brother chris the one that was with me last time uh i found out that the girl hes been talking to happens to be your best friend right?’ ‘yeah shes my best friend’ ‘well um she kinda encouraged me to come back..’ ‘what do you mean?’ ‘well i uh wanted to see if you were willing to go out with me… you don’t have to its o-‘ he starts to say but i cut him off. ‘Sure why not’ i say smiling i don’t know what happened but he was too sweet for me to say no to.

‘Wait really?’ ‘yea i mean i can’t deny you are pretty cute..’ ‘well thank you’ he laughs damn something about the way he laughs i dont know but it feels almost addicting to listen to. ‘Uh are you free saturday?’ ‘yeah i am’ i smile ‘sweet! Ill text you’ ‘okay bye matt’ ‘bye” he blushed a little bit as he left the shop. Shit who’s gonna watch cody and alex?!                                                                   

Author’s notes:heyyy I’m back! So I hope you enjoyed the first part of this series and I’m sorry if there was any typos, spelling mistakes, etc I’ll try to fix the ones I can if I miss anything please let me know but I hope you enjoy and have a great day 💋

[cwritesforfun]

Tashi Duncan x Fem!Reader: My Shot

Loosely inspired by My Shot from Hamilton lol (Added a few lyrics in italics)

Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name

* I do not own Challengers characters, plot, etc.

Masterlist

Y/N’s POV

I am not throwin' away my shot

Your eyes scan the list of competitors in this tournament and you read the name, Tashi Duncan.

Tashi Duncan is someone who you've been compared to your whole career and it sucks. You're tired of being told that you are as good of a player as her, but with a different upbringing.

I'ma get a scholarship to King's College I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish

You grew up in Louisiana and started playing tennis really young. You loved it, and your parents wanted you to succeed, so they let you take as many lessons and attend as many camps as you needed to improve. You did improve.

You started making waves, and some college tennis recruiters even attended some of your high school matches. You received a full ride to Cornell University to play tennis and pursue a management major in business. It was a dream.

As you competed in college, you would scroll on social media to see who was who in tennis. You kept seeing the name Tashi Duncan. She seemed to have it all. And you wanted it all, too.

Your on-court personality was serious and focused. Whereas your off-court personality was bright and friendly. People were amazed to see how you flipped the switch and turned on your game face each match. It was one of the things that your Coach at Cornell had you teach your teammates. You learned other things from your team, like certain moves and a lot about cooperation.

You were used to winning, but when you lost, you got a real kick out of it. You honestly loved to lose because it helped you grow as a player. However, your Coach and your potential sponsors were worried about the losses. You tried not to let their worries bother you.

The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out my name

You check into your hotel and notice someone else across the lobby. Your eyes meet hers, and she smirks. Tashi Duncan. You had been playing in similar tournaments, and yet you had never met or played each other. And you really wanted to play her. You wanted to win every match to get to her.

You look away to focus on your manager giving you information.

Upstairs, after you toss your bags inside your room, you take the elevator to the roof. The hotel receptionist said there was a beautiful view. And frankly, what else is there to do but stress before the first match? And maybe watch mediocre home renovation shows?

You lean against the railing and look at the city. It's very pretty. You hear, "You shouldn't be so close to the edge. Someone might push you off the edge." You turn to see Tashi standing there looking at you. You take a step toward her and say, "I think that means that my competition must be really scared to face me if they'd rather face criminal charges than play me... my name is Y/N L/N, by the way." She scoffs and says, "Afraid no, I wish we could skip to the finals where we play each other, Y/N. I know you are. I suppose you also know I'm Tashi." You nod and reply, "I do know you. It's pretty hard to avoid you in the tennis world. You're everywhere." She replies, "It's good to live rent-free in people's minds. That means you're never forgotten, and you get all the attention." You reply, "Careful, Tashi, sometimes having all of the attention is a bad thing." She takes a step closer, smirks, and replies, "Maybe... but I wouldn't mind having all of your attention." You reply, "How very forward of you, Miss Duncan." She places her hands on the railing on either side of you and says, "I think we should kiss. How is that for forward?" You smirk and kiss her. She pulls away and replies, "Mhmm, that was exactly what I needed to send me to sweet dreams." You laugh and walk with her to the elevator.

In your room, you realize what you just did. You just kissed your biggest competition. AH WTH!?!? Why did you do that?

The next day, you eat your hotel breakfast with your manager and you notice Tashi walk in. She winks and waves at you.

You get to the tournament early to practice and then watch some other matches.

At 2 pm, you stretch and place your headphones on. You crank your upbeat hype playlist up and you walk out as you hear through the speakers, "Introducing Louisiana-Born and Cornell Student, Y/N L/N! Eyes are on her as she continues to dominate!"

You play, you win, and you walk back to the locker room.

You grab your clothes and go to the open shower. A hand stops you from closing the door, and you see Tashi standing there, flushed and sweaty. She competed just now, too. She exclaims, "There are no showers left, and I have somewhere to be. Could we just share? I promise no funny business." She holds up a pinky for you to shake and you ask, "Did you win?" She nods and answers, "Duh, did you?" You answer, "Duh, come on in, winner." She smirks and places her stuff next to yours.

You both shower and you feel hands in your hair. You ask, "I thought you said no funny business?" Tashi answers, "I'm just helping you massage your shampoo in and really wash it. It doesn't have to mean anything unless you want it to." Do you? You start rubbing body wash onto her arms, and she asks, "What are you doing?" You smirk and answer, "Just applying your body wash. It doesn't have to mean anything unless you want it to." You flip your eyes to her, and they look like they want to devour you. And they do.

You both leave the shower and then the locker room together. Your Coaches are happy to see you two met and they make you both take a photo together. Tashi whispers in your ear, "Smile, or I tell them we just fu**ed." You were going to smile anyway. You smile widely, wrap an arm around her, and you both pose.

You win your next match. Tashi wins her next match. She does the whole "no shower left" thing again... you don't know if she's lying, but you don't care. It's easy. The next day, Tashi doesn't compete at the same time as you, so you're able to catch the first half of her match. She notices you at the half causing her to send you a wave. You realize as she plays that you’re going to have to give it your all to beat her. She’s smart and dangerously quick on her toes.

You go to your match. You win. You leave for your match and as you shake hands with people after your win, you see Tashi. She waves and you hold your hand out. You smirk and say, "Thanks for coming." She smirks and replies, "I could say the same to you."

No Tashi in the shower makes you go faster because you never really wanted to linger here anyway.

You exit the locker room to see your manager, your Coach, Tashi, Tashi's Coach, and Tashi's manager all standing there talking. What is going on? And what has Tashi said so far?

Your Coach sees you approach and exclaims, "Oh Y/N, so glad you're here now. Tashi and her team want to take us out to dinner." OH. You reply, "That sounds great, I cannot wait."

You arrive to a fancy vegetarian restaurant and you follow Tashi's team inside.

Tashi slides into the chair next to you and whispers in your ear, "I figured this was the best way to take you to dinner." You whisper back, "Why do I need dinner? When you're a whole snack." She whispers back, "A whole snack, no. I'm a whole damn dessert."

As you eat, both of your teams ask how you two met and you tell them about the railing conversation minus the kissing. Tashi goes on to tell them that you both debrief matches in the locker room as you both get ready... you could tell she wanted to say more about what was happening between the two of you.

You get Tashi's number. Finally. She immediately texts you asking for your room number, which you gladly send her.

Tashi arrives at your door clearly in pajamas and she strolls right past you into the room. She jumps on the bed and you lay next to her. You ask, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She answers, "I just feel like we've been doing a lot of kissing and not talking. I want to know more about you." You reply, "Sure, we can talk. I guess, what's your favorite color?" She answers, "For the media, I say red because of Stanford. But really, I like muted tones and the color white. The color white represents cleanliness and a fresh start to me. If I wear white, it helps me think of each match as something new and different. It keeps me on track. Now, my question is, what part of the human face is your favorite?" You answer, "I like people's eyes the most. You can tell a lot about people's feelings with their eyes. But also, I love seeing how everyone's eyes are all different shades of blues and browns and greens. It's truly beautiful." She asks, "And what do you think of my eyes?" You stare closely into hers and say, "Your eyes are like gingerbread, spicy and sweet and hard to crack." She smiles and you both continue talking.

Tashi leaves your room quite late, but not before she says, "Promise me that no matter the outcome of the match tomorrow, we can remain friends... or something more." You reply, "Of course."

The next day, you make sure everything you do is the right way that will make you win. You eat the right foods, exercise all the right ways, and focus on the game play.

I am not throwin' away my shot

Your match with Tashi is next... you walk out and are greeted with tons of cheers. Tashi walks out and hers are louder. You look away from her before she notices and you focus on how you can win.

You slide off your headphones at the right time, place them in your bag, and stand up. The announcer says, "This is the highly anticipated finals of the tournament! The one you've all been waiting for! Will Tashi Duncan continue her reign as tennis champion or does her rival, Y/N L/N have what it takes to take her down?" You both stroll onto the court and shake hands, and Tashi wins the coin flip to start the match with the ball.

You're up 2 points by half. It's not going to last. You're not going to last. You're tired. You've been putting 100% into this match and the rest of this tournament, you've been winning at 50% power. But to win, you need to put in 110% of the effort. Can you?

I am not throwin' away my shot

The match ends with Tashi winning by 10 points. Everyone cheers, and you walk over to shake her hand. She takes your hand and says, "Good game, Y/N." You reply, "Good game, Tashi. You deserve it." She replies, "You played one of the best games of tennis I've been able to play in years. And frankly, love, I'm used to winning and I'd like to win one more thing - you." You smirk and reply, "You already won me on the roof." She pulls you into a kiss in front of everyone at the tournament.

Masterlist

[jomiddlemarch]

I drew a line for you

Claire was tired.

She understood tired. Post-call, post-post-call, post-code, post-post-code, post-carbs, post-pretending-ramen-counted-as-a-meal, post-running-on-fumes, post-forgetting-how-to-spell-fumes, post-post-post, the days kept coming, yeah, but the nights did too and she knew about the nights and the way the trauma bay looked like there was a filter on it and when coffee stopped working and you had to try handfuls of sour gummy worms crammed in your mouth and tucked against your cheek like Nicorette.

Everyone was supposed to be asleep then, those little, cracked hours after midnight that were only meant for a nursing mother, like her cousin Julie who was only eight months older than Claire but already had a pair of Irish twins, or for new lovers who’d woken after dozing lightly, pressed too close, ready to fuck again.

She was tired imagining what it would take to get there with Carm, not to the new baby and an anxious father cursing as he screwed up the fresh diaper, not even to the second, hell, third round of fucking, when she’d be too sleepy to think he might mind if she was greedy, if she grabbed his ass to bring him closer while he rutted against her, panting softly against her cheek and then into the crook of her neck, the scent of the sex mixed with their breath, with their sweat that didn’t have even a hint of the deodorant they’d each put on so long ago it was like another decade, not just the day before. She was tired imagining getting to dozing off in his arms, the TV still on, the movie over and something else playing, a show she never recognized except that she knew someone had died and badly, Carmy lying behind her, sure to wake up with a crick in his neck or some muscle knotted up between his shoulder blades, one she didn’t have to name, because she wasn’t being Dr. Dunlap and she didn’t have to fish a bullet from what had become a side of meat awkwardly butchered.

She wasn’t even sure she loved Carmy, though it would be nice if she did, since she was in this deep and his eyes were that blue and when he could get out of his own fucking way, he could be funny and bright and say something worth thinking about tomorrow and also next week and when she woke up and she hadn’t gotten paged once after 2 am. It would be nice if she loved him, because honestly, she liked to eat but she wasn’t one of those people to lived to eat. Who cared about the provenance of their goddamn huckleberries or could just be transported by single origin chocolate or mole or some elaborately simple salmon mousse. She’d gone through this phase in eighth grade when she’d read her Aunt Cheryl’s collection of Agatha Christie novels instead of going to sleepaway camp up at the lake and she’d always thought there was something appealingly gross about how there would be bloater paste sandwiches and people ate them, washed down with a Thermos of tea, and then puttered around or killed someone else with cyanide or rat poison. She wasn’t going to be able to tell Carmy about bloater paste sandwiches or the sour gummy worms without him getting inspired and then getting all spun up and it would be nice, occasionally, even if she loved him, if he asked one fucking question about her work, her day, and didn’t make it clear she was just supposed to tell him she’d saved someone’s life or it was work, whatever Carmy, tell me about knives or kumquats or Copenhagen in early April. She’d be willing to take him literally asking a fucking question, him murmuring something like did they take that Filipino guy to the ICU when you told them to? while he held her hands above her head and her thighs were hitched over his, his dick hitting the right spot so that she almost laughed, almost cried when she muttered, they bitched about his sats but yeah, and he said, you’re so good, babyand she didn’t have to decide if he meant she still had the tight Kegeled pussy of a nullipara or she was a good doctor for getting the jagweed intensivist fellow Ethan to accept the admit or that she was a sweet, beautiful girl he’d had a thing for since he was fifteen. 

She wouldn’t have to decide. He’d mean it all, or mostly all, the sweet-beautiful-girl part entirely, and she wouldn’t be quite so tired. She’d put on pajama bottoms over her panties when she went into the kitchen in the morning when he’d already be cooking something with eggs that looked complicated and she’d have it in her to make a cup of tea in the microwave instead of drinking the coffee from what was left in the French press, because of course he only had a French press.

She wouldn’t be too tired to say, I need to run errands, boring ones, you don’t have to come, and nod when he said, maybe he could come with her to the pharmacy, because he needed more condoms and this conditioner Nat said he should get and shaving cream. She wouldn’t be too tired to say, fine, but she was on again at 3, so he couldn’t dawdle. She wouldn’t be too tired to say Next time I want waffles, the shitty frozen ones but with real maple syrup without worrying a little first.

Next time, there would be store-brand Eggo knock-offs and a little flask of maple syrup shaped like a leaf and a bowl of freshly whipped cream, because he was a chef but he’d listened, mostly, and when she cried in the tub because she hadn’t saved that 4 month old baby and she couldn’t remember the teenager she’d stitched up after Angela who wore Snoopy scrubs told her to call it, Claire, Carmy would come in and instead of washing her hair or setting a plate of something exquisite and bittersweet on the edge, would just pick up the washcloth from the cloudy, cooling  depths of the bathwater and stroke it haphazardly over her back and her neck and her shoulder, no rhythm, no plan or message, just Carmy trying to care in the way she wanted him to, humming Coldplay’s Yellow, leaning over to add more hot water without asking.

For @tessa-quayle on Season-3-The-Bear eve because you said you wanted me to take on Claire and make her a real person instead of what canon gave us.

[emrickzhomepalace]

“fix the attitude.” - d.m

draco malfoy x reader

slytherin house

female reader

platonic(?)

angst to fluff

warnings: angst, swear words, shitty parents, degrading, draco takes his anger out on you juust a bit but it’s only briefly

words: about 1.1k

the intense and painful weeps and sobs coming from the slytherin male’s dormitory went unheard as all slytherins and students alike were at a quidditch match that would determine finals.

considering that, he felt awfully alone, no crab or goyle or even blaise to calm him even slightly, even though he knew deep down that he would deny them any chance of getting too close to him.

draco couldn’t bear the thought of everything that he had to endure at the time. wishing it all to be over within the blink of the eye or a snap of two fingers.

knock knock knock…

draco freezes for a brief moment. whipping his tears of his cheeks and going to the door to open it, suppose he forgot to put a silencing spell on the room before absolutely destroying his vocal chords, god knows who heard and who heard what.

he opens the door to an awfully pale looking y/n y/l/n. messy bun, eye bags, red eyes, runny nose, all of it.

“the fuck are you doing here?” draco spat. “aren’t you sick?” draco asked again backing away from the girl in disgust.

“i am, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” the shorter/taller girl says, rubbing her eyes.

“the fuck do you want?” draco uttered in fear, as he was quite sure he knew the answer.

“i heard you crying.” y/n stated simply. damnit. draco thought, pissed at himself.

“n-no! why on earth would i do that? and why on earth should you care either way? even if i was crying i wouldn’t go to a pathetic blood traitor like you, y/l/n.” draco defended, getting more in the girls face trying to scare her.

“i’m not an idiot. your eyes are red and your cheeks are glossy.” y/n stated, pointing out the obvious.

“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!” draco said backing away quickly, pulling his wand from his bedside into his hand, pointing it at her.

he looked at the girl, breathing heavily, scowling at her. in contrast, she gave him a scared expression, looking him up and down like he was some kind of animal her eyes.

“draco, what the hell?” y/n uttered softly, looking at him, in pure confusion and to a degree - worry.

draco stood in the same position for a second or two longer before chucking his wand across the room.

“draco!-” y/n exclaimed before she felt the poor boy hug her, but he ran to her so fast he collapsed, to tired to get up he just hugged her at her knees, sobbing and wailing.

“i-i.. can’t anymore, y/l/n!” draco said, sniffling, biting his lip slightly to hold in his sobs.

y/n bent down to his level, as he pulled away from her knees.

“you can’t what?” she asked softly, moving some of the hair out of his face, to better see it.

“i-i can’t..! j-just.. sit a-around and be like this..” draco looked up at her, his expression full of pleads to save him from this hellhole.

“be like what, draco?” y/n asked, scooting closer to the blonde haired teen, trying to get more info as she was still so confused.

“a disappointment to my parents!” he yelled.

“what made you think you were a disappointment..?” the y/h/c y/l/n asked the grey-eyed man.

“because of this…” draco swiftly pulled out a folded up letter out of his pocket, and y/n began to read.

Draco,

Words cannot describe how I am feeling right now, to think our Draco is acting as such is quite frankly, humiliating.

Son, you’re supposed to moving up the ranks as you grow, not falling on your face like some pathetic pig.

Our family name can and most likely will get extremely damaged by this incident, — and as a reminder that is your fault, and if you let it slide again you will be paying for it in all possible ways.

Writing to you was quite honestly a waste of my time, you should know what this is about and how your mother and I feel. Never forget this, and if you do and make similar mistakes, mark my words son, you won’t live another day without thinking about how much of a failure you’ll be.

Make me proud son,

Your father

“oh draco, i am so sorry.” y/n said, putting a heart to her chest. wanting to hug him, but not wanting to pass on her cold.

y/n notices a crumpled up piece of paper in draco’s other pocket, the paper looks similar to Mr. Malfoy’s letter.

“what’s that?” y/n asked, pointing to it.

draco sighs. “it’s not important..”

“yes it is.”

“no it isn’t, y/l/n.”

“can i read it anyway?”

“fine.”

draco pulls out the crumpled paper, unraveling it slowly, making sure not to rip it. before handing it to the y/h/c girl.

My dear boy,

You and I both know how your father feels about the situation involving the ‘Harry’ boy. Although I must agree the entirety of the situation including the boy is not only damaging to our families name — which is one of my more minor concerns, but it was also so incredibly immature and hurtful.

However, you must know my side of it, as my side of it is different from your fathers. Of course, I don’t and never will agree with how both of you boys handled it. But, what I do understand that everyone makes reckless mistakes. Even if you didn’t make the best choices, you are still my son, and since your my son it’s my job to teach you what mistakes to not make.

So take this as a lesson, I too will be just as mad as your father if something along the lines of this pops up. But you will always be my little boy, the boy I will forever cherish, so not one mistake can make me not love you.

Take it easy angel,

Mummy ♡

“awww!! she signs her letters to you ‘mummy’?” y/n squealed.

“shut up!” draco laughed, shoving her lightly.

the two send out a short chorus of laughs before they die down.

“but still, your mum makes a good point, why listen to your father at all when your mums clearly smarter?” y/n asked, confused.

“mum’s not as powerful as dad, he always gets the number 1 say.”

y/n let’s out a small “oh” and nods slightly.

“did i fix the attitude?” y/n questioned.

“i did not have an attitude!” draco says laughing as he smacks her shoulder softly.

“answer!”

“yes! my god!”

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, November 18th, 2024.

What would be worse - going out in public with no bra or no panties? I am fairly flat-chested, so I can get by without a bra as long as I'm wearing a thick hoodie or a jacket. I wouldn't want to go without underwear. I feel like that would be uncomfortable.

Who is one person in your life who could use a serious attitude adjustment? It's not that serious, but Kristen. I say this as someone who sees a lot of potential in her, but who also knows where that negativity can lead if left unchecked. She's a hard worker and could conceivably become lead one day, but she takes criticism too much to heart and turns it into unnecessary animosity. I think a good leader needs to be able to handle critiques and differences in opinion without taking it so personally or resorting to petty attacks.

Using three words and no colors, describe your most worn pair of shoes: Dusty cheap slip-ons.

If you had to change a tire right now, would you know how? I have only the vaguest idea. Even if I knew how, I don't think I have the necessary tools or strength to do so.

You have a 20 hour flight ahead of you, pick one person to sit next to: My dad.

Would you ever let your child drop out of high school? I don't want children. I dropped out of high school and got my GED and it wasn't the worst thing in the world. I was dealing with a lot of mental health issues (and continued to deal with them throughout my 20s and into my 30s), so it wasn't the lack of a high school education that was keeping me from being successful. Even if I had graduated, I don't think things would have turned out much differently.

Take a guess at what temperature it is outside: It's in the low 30s*F. My dad told me when I was downstairs earlier, so it wasn't a complete guess.

What is your favorite hot drink? How about your favorite cold one? Favorite hot drinks are coffee and hot chocolate. Favorite cold drinks are water, iced tea, and iced coffee.

Honestly, do you think that inner beauty is as important as outer beauty? I think inner beauty is much more important than outer beauty.

What is something you own that means a lot to you? Where’d you get it? Basically any random gift given to me by my dad.

What is something you used to be afraid of, but aren’t anymore? Spiders. I'm not completely over my fear, but I've come a long way.

You can only have two: smart, sexy, funny, or cute. Pick. Smart and funny.

In Taiwan they eat rooster testicles - would you try them? I mean…maybe if I was in Taiwan and someone offered them to me, but they aren't something I would seek out on my own.

Describe what would be a perfect date for you: I would have to know the person reasonably well for this date to live up to its full potential, but hiking and picnicking in the mountains. Also, I would love holiday-themed dates or activities. Visiting cute coffee shops/bakeries, decorating the house together, cooking a delicious meal, going for walks in the snow, cuddling while watching holiday films, etc.

Privacy and Respect; which is more important to you? I guess respect…which would include respecting my privacy. :')

Do you pronounce “aunt” like “awnt” or “ant”? Ant.

Can you spell your first name backwards without writing it down? Yeah.

Any idea what DVD stands for? Without the last person's answer, I probably would have drawn a bit of a blank. But apparently it's Digital Video Disc or Digital Versatile Disc.

Has a store employee ever hit on you while you were shopping or paying? Naw.

Great car and average house or great house and average car? Would a small cabin count as an average house, even if it might be my dream home? Because I would need a great vehicle to make living in the mountains feasible.

Do you find not washing your hands after using the bathroom to be gross? Yeah.

How often do you flash a peace sign in your photographs? Almost never.

[theoryfan205]

Im real tired from all the spoiler Cecilia thoughts so less spoilery oc thoughts and more what if I put them into another media thoughts! Aka I haven't played twisted wonderland for like a month but I'm still thinking about it so OCs in there I know this is not a common fandom I do not care I am sharing my thoughts

Honestly first thought is their dorm placement, for Cecilia considering the fisalia legacy her family would have a history of being in pomefiore, poisons and all that, but Cecilia doesn't quite align with that dorms values, she doesn't care for her poison craft, it's a skill she learnt purely because of her family name, and she also doesn't really care about her beauty, she worries more about her posture and others not picking her apart because of her family name, beauty and poison are not things she cares about. So the one person who likes twisted wonderland and also wuwa OCs reading this might be asking, what dorm is she in instead? Diasomnia! Why? Well, spirit of nobility and fancy noble family eventual heir, plus it's like all the fae and she is so lured by the fae coded I've noticed most songs I associate her with involve being lured somewhere, she's gotta end up in the fae dorm. Also green.

Next dorm pick is aprello and honestly his doesn't even have a fake out, mans a train engineer with a drive that makes him like a mad scientist about his craft his ass is in ignihyde. The problem with this in universe? Man is a fucking extrovert, nobody knows how he got in and from my limited knowledge of the dorm itself (I stopped before that chapter lol) I can assure you his level of extrovert is not one they are getting used to, his ass is not matching Ortho's energy the dorm goes quiet when he stalks the halls looking for a train victim because he is loud and willing to drag anyone in for his train talks.

Now both their actual ages are too old to attend, Leona has been held back and he's younger then Cecilia so their ages would be different for this, unfortunately I don't know the related ages for each year and blablabla so you're just getting the fucking first year second year thing, I do not know what the general term for all of that is called it is late and I don't know how to Google it I am so tired.

But basically Cecilia is a first year, though she already has her unique magic/signature spell, that being "you've got a friend in me" for her copy/reflection power, she can make an exact copy of herself with a separate sentience, it's less whole new person but her subconscious taking human form in a way she can't remember or experience it, the friend in question always remembers previous times of being summoned so don't worry she doesn't have to like kill herself every time she unsummons her reflection.

Aprello is a second year, i don't think I've mentioned it but in regular wuwa canon I think he's about 28 ish? Maybe early thirties, he's older then Cecilia basically, he only unlocked his unique magic/signature spell more recently, and it is absolutely train related, he can summon a train at will to drive him places, running on his magic basically. something like "all aboard!" Though it is a bit basic for a train magic name, mans whole thing is trains give him magic to unleash his imagination and it will just be trains, yes it is as loud as a real train no he has not agreed to stop using it on school grounds or to tweak the spell to make it quieter.

I don't have any more thoughts except kalim and Cecilia would absolutely have a conversation about the various poisons they've endured and absolutely concern everyone in a five mile radius "haha I remember I was paralyzed for a whole day once!" "Oh wow really? I remember losing all feeling in my limbs slowing as I slowly stopped being able to breathe!" "What the fuck is wrong with both of you"

[roys-our-boy]

Tagged by @tea-of-destiny, thank you so much! Finally home from work and caught up on the dash so it's time to sit down and do this lol

The goal here is to spell out your URL with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters. Never have I regretted my username as much as in this moment lmao too many vowels 😭 had to dig into my pre-covid highschool playlist for this lol

R - Ruins by Ledger. A song by Skillet's drummer, I've always loved Skillet and she's got such an amazing voice, I've always loved this song especially

O - OP.19 No.3 by Taku Iwasaki. Despite the name sounding like classical music it's very much Not lmao. It's the theme song for the Hunting Dogs in bsd and it's just so fun. Never was able to find the lyrics but I made my own probably wrong but whatever

Y - You Don't Even Know Me (Stripped) by Faouzia. Haven't heard this one in a while lol. I've always found her vocal range impressive, and her songs are fun to listen to, especially the trills in this one

S - Sleep Walking Orchestra by Bump of Chicken. The first OP from Dungeon Meshi. It's a fun little song and I've noticed I've tended to like Bump of Chicken OPs (mostly since their name and voice stood out to me lol)

O - Odd Future by UVERworld. OP 4 from MHA. Honestly this was the only other O on any of my playlists what am I going to do for the last one lmao. I might see if there's any vocaloid songs I've forgotten about that start with O

U - Unbreakable by Fireflight. A high school favourite. Also listening to it again reminded me how much I love the sound of this style of music, need to listen to it more

R - Rakuen by Fujifabric. The second season OP of Dr Stone. I've always thought the song was neat, but it's also the first time you see Ukyo so it always gave me a burst of serotonin to hear it, especially the part where you see him lmao

B - Bling-Bang-Bang-Born by Creepy Nuts. Another anime OP, and a more well known one I think. From Mashle season 2, it's just so much fun, and hard not to sing along well not to the rap I can't quite do that lol. Also I hadn't seen the music video until now and it was so fun lol

O - ODDS&ENDS by ryo. Never actually heard this song before today but again, I ran out of O songs 😭 so I found this and honestly might add it to a playlist, I'm loving it a lot. Thank you Hatsune Miku

Y - Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy. Now this brings me back lol. I think I originally added this song more for OC daydream fuel more than actually being one of my favourite songs but it's still pretty good. Not my favourite by them tho

Anyway it's getting late and I'm tired from work so I probably won't tag people this time, but if you see this, consider yourself tagged lol

[pickinglilahs]

Okay, let's unpack this response here

TL;DR: 'weak and surface' level is exactly how I would describe prevs "obliteration". I'm not convinced THEY read the books. Or maybe they're just another TERF, considering that's how it reads. I completely disagree with Harry naming his kid after Snape. The ONLY explanation I can think for it is that JKR has no idea what love is (which is also cannon, as far as I'm concerned)

First: idk what book this person read, but Snape's obsession with Lily was creepy to the extreme. That their friendship started by him all but stalking her and Petunia should have been red flag #1. I mean, sure, he was a traumatized kid without friends, but that doesn't absolve him of his continued obsession. He literally stood outside the Gryffindor common room, refusing to leave, until she came out to talk.

And yeah, he did switch sides out of guilt. But he canonically didn't give a damn about Harry. If he was actually trying to protect the kid, he would have done more than bully and abuse (occlumency lessons anyone?) the kid. Teaching at Hogwarts was never about redemption. It was about staying out of Azkaban. (And Dumbledore's manipulation, but he's a whole 'nother can of worms)

Second: the books actually say that Snape was 'up to his nose in the dark arts'. He was an active participant. He didn't just 'hang out' with to-be-DE, he WAS one. He joined up of his own free will. He became Voldemort's RIGHT HAND. He didn't regret calling someone a mudbl***. He regretted that it was Lily.

And Snape CANONICALLY attacked the marauders just as much as they went after him. Just because they went after him first in that ONE memory, doesn't mean he didn't instigate too.

And let's talk about the werewolf incident for a minute because i am sick and tired of Snape Apologists using this as an excuse. That was NOT planned. That was a lapse of judgement on Sirius' part alone (yeah, fucked to hell and he is fully responsible for that). At the same time though, NO ONE MADE HIM GO. Snape was given a vague instruction and he was so focused on 'getting back' at the marauders that he put HIMSELF in danger. That is just as much on him as it is on Sirius.

Then the sexual assault? This is another common thing I see and it took me forever to figure out what it was even referring to. The pantsing? You cannot tell me he was the only one that happened to. If the levitating spell was really as popular as it's stated, this incident wasn't special. I'm willing to bet Snape did it to others too.

Third: Lupin not taking the wolfsbane. Yes, serious lapse in judgement. He also just saw Peter and Sirius on the map. The argument of it being criminal and a ticking time bomb is honestly werewolf prejudice and exactly why Remus has such a hard time finding a job in the first place. Way to go. You've discovered discrimination.

Fourth: Get McGonagall's name out of your fucking mouth. She is CANONICALLY shown NOT showing prejudice and treating EVERYONE by the same standards. And, did you forget that 'Moody' here was actually a death eater in disguise? No duh he's using cruel and unusual punishments??? Full of abusive teachers my ass.

Fifth: What do you mean the kids weren't scared for life? I do believe those CHILDREN will carry that trauma with them for the rest of their lives. Saying that it didn't break them is cruel and completely dismisses the VERY REAL pain and suffering that they went through. They are real heroes because they OVERCAME their trials. Not all of us out here in the real world are so lucky.

Lastly: yes, comparing CHILDREN who DID see the error of their ways to an ADULT who had to be CONNED into doing the right thing is laughable.

And saying Regulus accomplished nothing? Disgraceful. Of course it took a catalyst for him to change his ways thats how redemption arcs work.

If you made it this far, I hope you have a good day. Believe whatever you want, obvy I'm not going to change anyone's opinion. You can't MAKE a person understand. Still, it's nice to rant and remind myself how nice it is that I live in my own little corner of the fandom where I don't have to see this bullshit on my dash

okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

[finelinevogue]

you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie

Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff

sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;

(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)

You were flat out drunk.

Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.

If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.

“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.

“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.

It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.

Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.

As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.

“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.

“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”

“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.

“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.

“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”

And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.

“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.

You’d always felt left behind.

It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.

You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.

No charge. Great.

The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.

“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.

As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.

“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.

“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.

“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.

“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.

“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.

“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”

“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.

“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.

“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.

“Of what Y/N/N?”

“Being a nobody.”

“You’re not a nobo—”

“Harry I am—”

“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”

“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”

“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”

[pigeonp0st]

May I request a fic where Wanda Maximoff tries to make the reader who is shy laugh and accidentally discovers that the reader is extremely ticklish and she pins down and tickles the reader? Could you make it around 900 words and fluffy? Thank you! :)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader #3

Words: 1,489

Warnings: A vaguely sexual sentence

Notes:

There’s not an ounce of angst in this? Who am I? And I’m uploading again after only 3 days??? I feel reborn! Anyways, thanks for requesting and sorry for spelling mistakes.

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Supernova’s have nothing on you. That’s what Wanda thinks the first time she sees you smile. She thinks of supernova’s, planets, and comets in the sky and she thinks of how she’d give up them all just to hear you laugh.

She’d give star, on top of star, she’d give galaxies, and wishes that aren’t hers to give, she’d give you anything, if only she could.

Telling you that though, that won’t make you laugh. It isn't funny to her how much she adores you (how much she loves you), and she doesn’t think it will be funny to you either. Honestly, you’d probably cry, and then Wanda would also start crying— and you’d both just be crying.

No, Wanda decides fairly quickly, that isn’t a good decision.

So...instead she tries stupid jokes on the internet, pranks on the others, pranks on HERSELF, stupid faces... everything...but apparently everything is not enough to make you laugh.

It’s infuriating.

Infuriating because sometimes—sometimes, you look so close. So close to laughing that your shoulders shake with the effort to hold it in, and she’s left to wonder why you try so hard to keep her from the one thing she desires more than anything.

You’re her girlfriend, and she’s never heard you laugh. It’s quite possibly her greatest shortcoming in life (she has a lot of them). She’s heard chuckles, and breathy laughs, she’s heard small huffs of laughter, and she’s seen gigantic grins, but she’s never heard you laugh fully, and unapologetically.

Today— today will be the day it happens. She’s more determined than ever.

————-

Today won’t be the day. She’s tried everything and more, and the only thing she’s gotten out of it is you looking at her like she’s crazy.

“I’ll pay you,” Wanda finally says, “please if you just...if you just…” She can’t bring herself to say what she wants because somehow it feels like she’s breaking the rules she’s made up in her head. “Can you just please?”

You watch her for a couple of moments, thinking so hard she can almost see the wheels turning in your head—yes, yes, yes, finally, Wanda thinks— but then you shake your head in exasperation, and continue eating your dinner.

Okay, this is fine; Wanda tells herself.

...tomorrow will be the day.

———-

“Have you...just tried to tickle her?” Sam asks Wanda the next day. “I noticed her holding in her laughter when that stray we kept last week started licking her foot—so she’s probably ticklish.”

She’s been complaining to him about her failures their whole lunch, and it seems to have paid off. Sam is a very smart guy. When she says so though he snorts and shakes his head in amusement.

“No red wizard, this time I think this is more about what you lack than what I have. You’ve been thinking too big.”

Wanda glares at him. “Call me ‘red wizard’ again the next place you’ll be flying is into a volcano.”

…Despite the change in their conversation, and the bickering it turns into, it was a very helpful discussion.

———

Mission ‘Hyena” is a go (she decided to name it Hyena because they are known for their laughs. She thinks it’s pretty creative).

All she has to do, she decides, is ambush you. The best time for it will be right after training—you usually decide to take a quick bath and lounge in bed afterwards, and you’re very sweet and gullible when you’re tired.

For some reason her plans make her feel like a very sneaky and awful person. She feels a bit of guilt…it doesn’t override her excitement, fortunately. She has been waiting for this day too long to feel any significant amount of guilt. Plus, it’s not like her end goal is malicious.

———

You're laying in bed scrolling through your phone when you get pounced on by Wanda….You’re not exactly surprised by the occurrence though.

Wanda’s been looking at you like a panther when she thinks you aren’t looking, but one that’s truly bad at hunting. So you aren’t surprised that she jumps on you, but you are surprised about WHY she jumps on you.

You were expecting something far more scandalous than a tickle fest.

———

Wanda doesn’t start tickling you immediately. She’s so utterly shocked by your expectant raised eyebrow that she just pauses for a moment, lost.

“Is it okay that i’m on top of you?” Wanda asks after a moment, because she realizes that she sort of has you trapped.

You pause, thinking with narrowed eyes. Then say, more amused than disappointed, but still slightly disappointed, “yeah.”

Wanda thinks back on all these past weeks, on all of her efforts to make you laugh—actually laugh— and starts to raise her hands-

“Is this the part where you tickle me?”

Her hands freeze. She freezes. You even freeze.

“Oh,” you say, smirking with a look far too smug, and far too victorious for someone who was supposed to be losing, “did you think I was an idiot?”

And Wanda drops her hands back down, this time not on your wrist but across her chest, and then over her face because she has truly never felt more ashamed. Not for her schemes, but for how she’s failed them.

She doesn’t know when this turned into some sort of competition, but it’s clearly one-sided.

“So...you’re not going to tickle me?” You ask when Wanda gets off of you.

Wanda grits her teeth, feeling more bitter than she ought to feel. “No, you dork, if I tickle you now it’s anticlimactic. You just had to go and talk, didn’t you?”

You actually have the decency to look guilty for a second, but then you realize what the two of you are talking about and just snort. “What is this, some badly written fic on tumblr by some overwhelmed gay author? At least try. Come on, it will be amusing for me. You might even get me to laugh at your struggles.”

Wanda doesn’t really stop to muse about how oddly specific you were, she just rolls her eyes and turns to leave...only to get stopped by you tugging on the back of her shirt.

When she looks over her shoulder to look at you your eyes are hard and determined, and she knows what’s about to happen now too. Just like you had.

She knows, because the determined set to your eyes turns soft the second Wanda meets her eyes to yours, and you're sitting back down now, letting go of Wanda’s shirt.

“You really gonna give up that easily?” You ask quietly, eyes shifting to the ground. And Wanda is just melting, melting because she loves you and you’re the sweetest person she’s ever met, melting because you're willing—you want— to give her what she wants.

Wanda lets out a small breathless laugh, turns around completely, bops you on the nose with a soft smile gracing her lips, and only hopes that it communicates ‘I love you’ effectively enough.

You smile back, unable not to, waiting for Wanda to look for what she wants. “Who cares if it’s anti-climatic, right?”

To your surprise, Wanda grins, kissing the top of your head, and says; “I wanna surprise you. It’s more fun that way.”

So you grumble and pull her into a hug, because if she isn’t going to tickle you, you expect her to hold you anyways.

She does.

———

Mission Hyena fails. She’s not too mad about it.

She can’t be, when just the next morning she wakes you up with kisses, and tickles, and you wake up grumpy and laughing all at once.

She can’t be when your laughter fills her sun kissed room with even more light, and she can’t be when this moment feels like it’s more than worth the wait.

As Wanda watches you laugh, watches as you throw your head back and force out breathless, soft pleads, she thinks that she would have waited eternity for this moment.

Supernova’s, galaxies, comets, wishes, and an endless amount of stars, they all would have been worth it, but none of them would have been a payment high enough. ‘Anything’ is not even sufficient enough.

You just look and sound so happy, and it’s all Wanda has ever wanted to give you. It warms her heart more than anything else ever could, warms it so much she wishes she could bottle this moment and keep it with her forever, because memories aren’t good enough either.

Still, when you ask afterwards, grinning and exhausted with your arm still clutching your torso and your voice still raspy; “was it worth it all?”

Wanda smiles, fulfilled and happy too, and doesn’t mention the price she was willing so pay. She just nods her head, and says; “Yeah. Yeah, I think it was.”

Like she wasn’t just considering if next time the universe would be enough.

[xoxo-teddybear]

If This Is Wrong, Then I Don’t Wanna Be Right - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: DARK THEMES, INCEST, Smut, Filth, Cursing, not spell checked SORRY >w<

Summary: Ever since your dad remarried into the Bakugou family, your life’s been turned around. One incident with your step brother led to a plethora of problems that were so wrong but felt so right.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Another day, another confused Y/N. Y/N L/N, now Y/N Bakugou, has been going through it. Her mom leaving her family at a young age, her dad going through stages of grief and neglecting Y/N, and now the worst of it all. He’s been remarried.

That’s not the bad part. Y/N was happy for her dad, especially since Mitsuki Bakugou made him a better person and father. The bad part was her son. Bakugou Katsuki.

Don’t get it twisted, Bakugou and you got along great, but for reasons your parents didn’t know. Before you two became step siblings, you and Bakugou had huge crushes on each other and even slept together before at a party. It was safe to say those feelings never went away, especially now that you both lived with each other.

You were smart though. You couldn’t ruin this great thing for your dad. And you finally had a family again after all these years of just being a daddy-daughter duo. You couldn’t destroy this. However, Bakugou had other plans. He was very forward with his feelings towards you and always made attempts to pursue you. And no matter how many times you told him “we’re siblings now, what we feel can never happen,” he chose to ignore it.

Ever since you became his little step-sister, Bakugou’s love for you just grew stronger. He doesn’t care that you guys are legal family now, he wants you and only you and he refuses to move on. No matter how many times you deny him, he knows you both long to be together. Besides, Bakugou Katsuki always gets what he wants.

—

“Love you guys, see you soon.” You said hugging your parents goodbye. They were going on a work trip for Mitsuki’s job and were gonna be gone for about 3 months.

“See you soon sweetie. Be sure to take care of yourself, okay?” Your dad said.

“I’ll be okay dad.” You assured him. Mitsuki went in to hug you before she left.

“Don’t let Katsuki bug you too much, love.” She said.

“THE HELL DID YOU SAY YA HAG?!” Bakugou screamed.

“OH HUSH!” She said and walked to the car along with your dad. You guys said your final goodbyes and went inside. Once you shut the front door, Bakugou stood infront of you with a smirk and his hands in his pockets.

“Soo...princess. Whaddaya wanna do?” He said with a cocky grin. You gulped in nervousness. You knew his game. Bakugou always teased you with his touch or said dirty things in your ear when no one would look. Now you guys were home alone for the next few months. Who knows what would happen.

“Look Katsuki, I’m just gonna head up to my room to watch a movie.” You said and began to walk but Bakugou followed.

“Mind if I joined?” He asked.

“Join? In my room? In my bed? I don’t think so Katsuki.” You said with your arms crossed. Your arms only lifted your bust even more and Bakugou licked his lips at the sight of your chest in that tube top.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything....unless you want me to.” He teased as he walked up to you with his hand lifting your chin and his arm around your waist. He leaned in a little and smirked even more.

“You look like you don’t want me to stop,” he said that and your body naturally pressed in closer to his. His hand travelled to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which had you gasping, and just as your lips were about to touch you pulled away.

“Mm, no, Katsuki. Just- if you want to watch, you can come I guess.” You gave in and walked to your room and left your door open just in case Katsuki chose to join you. Soon enough, he walked in and sat next to you on your bed.

The movie progressed and Bakugou had made no attempts which shocked you. The whole time, you kept giving him side eye to see if he was sneaking some dirty looks at your body..but..nothing. He wasn’t trying anything and honestly..it left you a little needy.

Needy for his attention, for his touch...for him. The movie eventually reached a steamy scene and the whole time your face grew red. You and Bakugou both watched and whenever you glanced at him, he continued to hold a nonchalant look on his face. You however could feel yourself growing wet. You watched the scene and imagined it was you and Bakugou it that bed. You imagined how his hands would feel against your bare body again, and soon, you mind wandered off to the night you both shared when you weren’t siblings yet.

You missed the way his lips felt, the way his body radiated a comforting warmth, the way he dragged his cock in and out of you, bringing you to your euphoric release. You couldn’t help it. He was your crush after all. Without realizing, the movie came to an end and throughout the whole hour and 45 minutes, Bakugou didn’t make one attempt to touch you.

“Nice movie,” he began. “Gonna make some food. Want any?”

“Umm....no..I’m uh, all set.” You said with a little confused voice. Bakugou found it adorable and just walked off to the kitchen.

He almost died during that movie. He had to sit next to you, on your bed, HOME ALONE, as you wore a tube top and tight booty shorts, and not touch you at all.

“Settle Katsuki, geez. Just wait a little more,” he said to himself. Bakugou realized he was getting nowhere with him going after you, so he came up with this plan. Now, Bakugou was no dummy. You loved him the same way he loved you, but he knew you didn’t wanna ruin this precious little family, so he’s gonna push you to your limit. You’re so used to Bakugou touching you, feeling up on you, teasing you, and whispering dirty and sweet nothings into your ears. Now, Bakugou’s gonna stop with his pining, and wait for you to break. Wait for you to beg for him and his touch. He’ll wait for his little princess to finally come to him to settle her needy desires. Yes, it would be dreadful for Bakugou to be patient but he knew it would be worth it in the end.

Soon, you came out to the kitchen for some water. He noticed you looked a little flushed and had a little blush on your face.

‘Had she been toying with herself?’ Bakugou thought. The imagine of you playing with yourself and thinking of him entered his mind. It caused him to get riled up as he bit his lip to fight the moans attempting to leave his mouth. Bakugou had already seen all of you and even been inside you, but he craved for it again. But he wanted more than your body. He wanted you as a whole.

“You okay?” He asked. He noticed how you jumped at his voice and when you slightly turned to face him, he caught how your eyes looked him up and down, causing him to smirk the slightest bit.

“I’m fine, don’t worry Suki!”

‘Suki.’ He thought. That’s the name you called him when he completely rearranged your guts. He raised his brow at the name and you caught on to that. He saw you grin a little at the realization and he knew what you wanted. But you had to say it. You were only hinting at your neediness and he needed you to beg for him. Your little smirk wasn’t good enough.

“Alright. I made an extra plate for you. I’m all set so I’ll be in the shower,” he said. He noticed you staring at him, waiting for something more. Usually, after announcing he would be in the shower, he would usually offer you to join him. But not this time. He walked off and as he walked he heard you release the slightest whine. It caused his friend to painfully rise and once he entered the shower, he had to settle himself.

As you were left in the kitchen, you rubbed your legs together for friction. Bakugou hadn’t given you the slightest bit of attention ever since your parents had left. You won’t lie, when you found out your parents would be leaving for a few months, you had silently hoped Bakugou would take the opportunity to ravish you, but nothing came. Had he grown tired of waiting for you? Was he no longer interested? The thought scared you. He was your step brother, but you couldn’t stop the way you were feeling. You left to the privacy of your room to please yourself once more. And yes, it would be to the thought of Bakugou once again.

—

It was around 3 a.m. as you layed in bed, still awake and unsatisfied. The thought of Bakugou losing interest scared you. You couldn’t be together, but you still wanted him to want you the same way you do him. It was selfish and wrong, but you could help yourself. Eventually, your thoughts became too much and so you left to see Bakugou yourself.

You knocked on the door and after a minute, a shirtless Bakugou opened the door. It was obvious he wasn’t sleeping either. Must’ve been occupied with something else, the same like you.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” He asked.

“Y/N, huh? No princess, no love, no nothing?” He raised his brow with his head slightly thrown back. He laughed a little before speaking.

“Sorry am I missing something? Whaddaya need, princess?” He finally said. When the little pet name left his mouth, you could already feel yourself settling down the tiniest bit, but it wasn’t enough.

“Can we talk?” You asked and he only stepped aside and opened up the door for you. You walked in as he shut the door and you took a seat on his bed as he stood infront of you.

“Alright, talk. Need something?” He said.

“Sort of. I kinda just want to ask...what’s up with you lately.” You admitted.

“What?”

“You- heh, you’re not you.” You laughed out. He laughed too because he knew what you were talking about but he played dumb.

“Come again?” He asked. You released a tired sigh before continuing.

“What’s up? You don’t touch me anymore, you don’t tease me with your words, you don’t even spare me an extra glance. Why?” You asked.

“Aww, does princess miss my attention?” He teased.

“Maybe I do.” You said with a smirk and he mimicked your look and bit the side of his cheek. Suddenly, the tension in the room grew and you could feel heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’ve been pining after you for months, Y/N. I spoil you with my touch and comfort you with certain words and the second I stop, the princess gets replaced with a brat?” He said with a devious smirk. He leaned in closer to your face before speaking. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” You questioned.

“Stop acting like you don’t want me as much as I want you.” Your eyes went wide at his words.

“What?” You released with a breathy voice.

“You like me and I like you. A lot. Some would say it’s close enough to love, princess. And I know you better than you think. I know you miss the attention I give you and I know you miss the way my cock feels inside your sweet little cunt.” He said moving in as he spoke into your ear with his hands at your sides on the bed, caging you in.

You stood up and placed your hands on his shoulders and this time you got in his face.

“You’re right. I miss your attention and I definitely miss the way you took care of me that night. But we’re still siblings-“

“Step siblings,” he corrected.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re still legally related and so if we were to be together, no matter how bad we both want to, we both know it’s wrong.” You explained. Bakugou held your chin with his fingers and had his other hand press into your cunt, earning a moan from you.

“If this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.” He said as his forehead was pressed against your own. His fingers continued to rub into you throughout your thin shorts. You released more moans and gasps as he smirked. “You’re not stopping me, Princess.”

“I don’t think I want to, Suki.” You said and your arms quickly wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, that he gladly returned. He smiled into the kiss as his hands went to grip and your ass. He squeezed it just enough for you to moan into the kiss and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, tasting your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance until he eventually won, but you weren’t going down so easily. You turned yourselves around without breaking the kiss and you pushed him onto his bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as you dove back into the kiss.

“Looks like my princess is finally taking control,” he smirked as you separated.

“Your princess?” You teasingly asked.

“Yeah. My princess. Like it?” He asked with a grin.

“Love it,” you said and then proceeded to kiss him. Soon, your bottoms came off along with your panties. Bakugou felt the smooth skin and smacked your ass and having you groan at the sensation. You felt his boner press against your bare clit and you both quickly discarded his sweats along with your top.

Now, your bare bodied pressed together as your hand went to Bakugou’s cock. You rubbed at his tip as he gasped.

“Ohh f-fuck princess.” You smirked from above him as your hand jerked his hard cock.

“You like that, Nii-San?” You giggled out. Bakugou opened his eyes and noticed your smirk. He watched as your tits jiggled right infront of his face and on instinct, his hand went right to grope it. You bit your lip as you moaned from his touch.

“You just love your big brother’s cock, dontcha’ huh sis?” He teased.

“Mm, yess Suki!” Bakugou smacked your ass with his free hand.

“Wrong name, Princess.” He rubbed at your ass that was now red with his hand print as you continued to play with his cock.

“Mm, Nii-San!” You moaned out.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as he pulled you in closer to suck on your chest. He flipped you over in the process and kissed down your body. He kissed your wet cunt before giving it a slow lick. You mewled at the feeling of his tongue and begged for more.

“N-Nii-San! Don’t stop! Please!” Bakugou smiled against your clit as he feasted on your sweet nectar. His tongue reached every inch of your pussy and he sucked on your little nub. His tongue entered you as your hands grabbed at his hair.

“Fuck yess!! Just like that! Mm..” your hips began to grind against his face as his hands wrapped around your legs to hold you steady.

“Gotta stay still for your big brother, Princess.” He spoke before continuing. He had your legs shaking around his head as he continued.

“S-Shit! Nii- ..Nii-San! I’m gonna cum!” You said while pulling at his soft locks. He held you down tighter.

“Cum, cum on my tongue Princess,” he said as he continued. He slurped at your sweet cunt as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You felt your orgasm approach you as your released the white honey onto his tongue, and Bakugou didnt waste a drop. He left your cunt but sent two fingers inside of you, pressing against your g-spot. He stood above you, using his other hand to jerk his cock.

“You fucking ready for the main event princess?” He asked and kissed your cheek as you moaned at his fingers.

“Yess! Please,” you said. Bakugou went up to your ear and softly spoke to you.

“Then I want you to beg for it,” he said, “beg for Nii-SAN’s giant cock. Beg me to fuck you so good you forget your own name, slut.” His words had your hips grinding against his hand.

“Mm, please Nii-San! Please fuck me!” You begged. But Katsuki wasn’t satisfied.

“C’mon Princess, you can do better. Nii-San had to wait a whole day before he could touch you again. I wanna hear you beg a little harder,” he said. You gave in and cried out for him.

“Please! Please just fuck me. I want you- need you so bad! Please I need your cock to fuck me! Please Nii-San!” You begged. A blush adorned your face as you felt the heat in your cheeks burn due to embarrassment. You didn’t even realize Katsuki align himself with your entrance until he kissed your cheek to snap you out of your embarrassed state.

“That’s my good little princess.” He said and slammed himself into you. Last time, Katsuki gave you a second to adjust to his length, but this time he’s been waiting and holding himself back for months now. And today, he didn’t allow himself to touch you at all, and so he went right to it and began his hard, steady thrust. His speed was incredible and he was fucking you so hard the bed was hitting the wall. “S-Shit! My little slut like that? Does she like having her- fuck- her big brother’s cock balls deep inside of her?”

“Yes, Please! M-More!” You cried out. Katsuki wrapped your legs around his bare waist and slammed into you even harder. His hand went to grip his headboard as he fucked you into oblivion. His thrust had you seeing stars as he reached a sensitive spot. “Oh my god! Yes! Y-Yes Katsuki right there-“

Katsuki slightly smacked your face as your head turned to the side. You moaned at the tingling sensation and you felt his thrust become faster and his hand wrapped around your throat. He squeezed it as he spoke to you through shut teeth.

“Not my name, Y/N. Try again,” he warned. You felt your tongue roll out as you attempted to speak but his thrust only brought out moans. “Say it!”

“Nii-San!” You cried out. He kissed you deeply as his hand went to grab at your chest. Your pussy squeezed him so tightly his head dropped next to your shoulder.

“Fuck Princess! Oh god you’re squeezing me nice and tight. Mmmm, I’m gonna wreck this pretty little pussy. Ahh-“ Bakugou’s hips jerked a little as your cunt tightened at his words. His grip on the headboard got stronger until he broke it. He looked up to see the damage and cursed at it. He threw it to the side as he placed both hands on your rips.

“Shit, shit, shit...God yess!” He cried out with his head thrown back. Your hands went his back as your claws marked him. He was gonna feel that in the morning, but as of right now, it was nothing but pleasure.

The feeling in your stomach returned and you felt your high coming.

“I’m- IM CUMMING!” He sped up and went deeper, forcing your release. You came around his cock but Katsuki didn’t stop.

Due to the wait, Katsuki was much more sensitive that he usually would be. He knew he would be cumming quicker than he thought and sadly, his fun would have to end soon.

“Oh god, princess I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill up that sweet pussy with all my cum. You want that?,” he smacked your face again as his hand wrapped around your throat once more, “you want me to fuck my kids in you? Huh? Pump my load right inside your womb and give you my brat. Bet you would love that, right princess?” He said and smacked your ass once more.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts became sloppy as he met his climax. His hot cum filled your Pussy and you cried out at the feeling. He moaned with his head thrown back as he pumped you full. The feeling of his semen dripping out of you had you shivering. He stilled before he pulled out and watched his cum drip out of you. He smiled at the sight and went to lay next to you. He pulled you closer into his chest as you both allowed heavy breaths to be released.

As Bakugou almost settled he felt your hand grab his cock again. You began to pump his length more and he began moaning with teary eyes.

“N-No, princess please. S’too much. F-fuck, I can’t!” He cried out as you went faster. You smirked as you watched his blush grow stronger. His hard on returned again and his cock rose from the friction. You straddled his lap again and placed his tip at your entrance. You leaned in closer as you spoke.

“I’m not done yet, Nii-San.” You said and slammed down on his cock. Katsuki loudly moaned and cried out as you sped up your bounce.

“F-fuck! Fuck Princess I can’t! Oh god- I have nothing else! P-please!” He begged. “Too much! Too sensitive!”

You continued to bounce on him and ride his dick as he moaned in immense pleasure. The overstimulation had him going insane. Soon, he did a full 180 and begged for more instead of less.

“Ah..Ah! Fuck! Don’t...don’t stop Y/N! Yeeaahhh bounce on that cock! AH! God yes!” His hands gripped at your waist as you continued your movements.

“Mm, Nii-San your cock feels so good~” you moaned out.

“Yeah?” He asked as his face got closer.

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you both quickly went in for a desperate kiss. You both sucked at each other’s faces as you continued to fuck his cock. The thrusts kept on until your thighs began to shake and you both felt another release coming.

“Sh-it, cumming! I’m cumming! Ohh fuck! M’Gonna shoot blades inside ya!” You slid up and down vigorously until both of you released.

“N-NII-SAN!” You said with your hands on his shoulders and head thrown back. As you both finished, you grinded on his hips.

“Heh,” you both laughed out as you made out once more. You both stilled your movements as Bakugou pulled you off his cock but kept you in his lap. You both had heavy huffs as your breaths settled and a comforting silence overtook the room. You drew little shapes on his naked chest as he smiled towards the ceiling. He finally had his dream girl...sorta.

After a brief period of silence, you spoke again.

“Umm...Katsuki?” You asked. He opened his eyes and looked at you. He kissed your forehead before he spoke.

“Yes princess?”

“What now?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He said as he continued to look down at you.

“...what are we?” You said looking at him with doe eyes. He showed a small smiled as he held you tighter.

“Well, you’re mine now and I’m yours. That’s what we are.” He said with a comforting look. You smiled back at your new title. His. It sounded nice. But there was something else that obviously complicated the matter.

“But...but what about our parents...this family?” Bakugou sat up and had you look at him as you sat in his lap.

“Let’s run away, Y/N.” He said with all the seriousness in the world. Your eyes went wide at his offer.

“W-what?” You asked. There was no way he was being serious.

“Let’s run away. You and me. We’ll go somewhere where no one knows us. And we’ll get to be together without any problems.” He explained.

You continued to stare. Running away? From your dad? From a family you finally had after so many years. As you thought about it, nothing but Katsuki came into mind. You smiled as you realized you didn’t need them. You just needed him. Katsuki would be your family, Katsuki would be all you need. Were you going to stay for your family that you’ve only had for a few months? Were you going to stay for a dad who neglected you for a decade? Why do that when you could just run away with the love of your life and be together, be a family, and be happy?

“Run away with me Y/N,” he spoke, snapping you out of your trance.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Let’s go, Katsuki.” He smiled back at you and you both shared a kiss, filled with love and happiness. You cuddled into each other as you both fell asleep in pure bliss. He was your family, he was all you needed.

As the days went on, almost 3 months have passed. You and Katsuki have been together for almost 3 months, not as step siblings, but as a couple, and you’ve never been happier. On the Sunday of the last week on the third month, you and Katsuki packed your things. Throughout the months, you and Katsuki have found an apartment to stay in far away from this town and prepped everything to leave. You guys had finally packed your things and placed them in Katsuki’s car. You placed a letter for both your parents explaining you both decided to leave and that this is what you both really wanted. You also mentioned that you both would be fine and would prefer if they didn’t go out to look for you both. You grabbed your final bag and looked at your old home until Katsuki came and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Ready to go, babe?” He asked.

“Let’s go!” You both shared a quick kiss and then went to his car. He drove off and you were finally happy. Katsuki kept a hold of your hand as he drove, giving it a quick kiss from time to time, earning a little giggle from you. And you? You finally realized. Your relationship was so wrong. But you didn’t care. You loved Katsuki and he loved you. Now you were both together and happy after all these past months of living together as siblings and crushing on each other for years before that.

So if this relationship was wrong, then you didn’t wanna be right.

You both eventually arrive to the other side of the city and begin moving boxes in to the new apartment. It’s been a long day so you decided to just leave the boxes in the kitchen and living area and work on the bedroom. You both unpacked your clothing and set up the bathroom. You put your sheets on and finished styling the bedroom.

It was dark by the time you guys were done with the bathroom and bedroom and you and Katsuki had just finished washing up and getting in bed. You both cuddled in as some random movie softly played on the TV as background noise. This was..home.

“You know something, princess?” Bakugou randomly spoke.

“Hm?”

“Don’t get me wrong, im still gonna do it, but I realized I won’t have to put a ring on you to get you to change your last name,” he chuckled out.

“Uh!” You both laughed as you smacked his chest. He held you closer before he spoke again.

“I’m serious though, when I marry you, we won’t have to go through the whole ‘changing your name’ thing.” He said.

“You’re that sure you’re gonna choose me to marry?” You asked.

“I know for a fact that I’m marrying you, Princess. It’s never been anyone else but you.” He admitted as he got lost in your E/C eyes.

You awed at his compliment and cuddled in closer after you pecked his cheek. The room met with silence once more and a comforting aura filled the air. You reveled in the feeling and just smiled.

“Suki?” You spoke up.

“Yes?” He asked.

“.....I love you.”

Bakugou looked down to you, tilted your chin up so your lips could meet his. He sent his love through the small skin contact and when he separated, he gave you a sweet smile that was reserved just for you.

“Not as much as I love you, Y/N.” You both held loving looks as he tucked you back under his chin and wrapped you in his arms. Yeah, your relationship with your step brother was taboo, but you honestly couldn’t care less. You loved him and he loved you. You were away from all the problems that would come with the relationship and you both were the happiest you guys could have ever been.