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all hers, part ii
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summary: your dad forbids you from sleeping over at Tara’s house. she comes and takes what’s hers.
warnings: (+18), ghostface!tara, possessive behavior, strap-on sex, rough sex, pussy-eating.
word count: 2.1k
a/n: for anon, who requested rough sex with ghostface!tara. let me know what you think, requests are wide open for gf!tara always ;)
It had been weeks.
The murders went unsolved. You attended the memorials, tried to pretend like the reason for their deaths wasn’t sitting right beside you, holding your hand.
It was twisted and sick, but you couldn’t turn her in. She loved you, and you loved her.
Not much had changed. She played the part of the perfect girlfriend so well. You barely spent any time apart these days. She’d drive you to school in the mornings, buy you breakfast. She’d walk you to class, carry your textbooks. Make-out in the tool shed behind the bleachers if you had a little free time between periods.
And then you went home with her. Her mom was never there so you had the place to yourselves. You cooked dinner together, watched movies, and fell asleep together.
And then you’d wake up and do it all over again.
You didn’t speak about the killings. You’d made Tara promise she wouldn’t hurt anyone else. You promised you wouldn’t give her a reason to and she’d agreed. You didn’t strike up conversation with anyone, avoided making new friends. Things were perfect as they were.
You didn’t want to give Tara a reason to kill anybody else.
Except for tonight. Your dad had demanded your presence at dinner: you hadn’t seen him, or your mom in days. You were busy with school, was your excuse. In actuality, you were too busy with Tara. You’d gotten used to playing house with her. You didn’t like the idea of her all alone in that huge house.
You push your peas around your plate. Look down as your phone buzzes.
are you done yet? miss you? :(
“No phones at the table.” Snaps your father. He’s looking at you funny. Angrier than usual, like he has something to say. As you drop your phone to the table, he lets loose.
“That girl isn’t good for you.” He starts, shoveling food into his mouth. “You spend all your time with her. You used to play sports. You used to have friends”
“I have friends.” You say, defensively. It’s not true. You don’t, not anymore.
“I don’t want you spending all your time with her.” He continues. “You can see her on weekends. Weeknights, you stay here.”
Your heart sinks.
“Dad-“
“I don’t want any arguments.” He says, pointing his fork at you like it’s a threat.
“I’m eighteen, Dad, you can’t tell me what to do-”
He slams his beer glass onto the table. It shakes slightly. You stare back startled.
“As long as you live under my roof, you abide by my rules.”
And that’s the end of it.
You pace back and forth in your bedroom, staring down at your phone. Tara’s calling, again. You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how she’ll take it.
“Hey babe.” You say.
“YN.” She says. She sounds antsy, like she’s been waiting for you, “Where are you?”
“I can’t come tonight.”
“What?”
“My dads being a total dick.” You say, “He says I can only stay over on weekends from now on.”
Silence. You chew your lip, hoping she’s not too angry.
“Sorry baby.” You say. “It’s Friday tomorrow though, I’ll make it up to you.”
“Sneak out.” She suggests. You shake your head.
“It’s just one night, Tara. Pick me up tomorrow for school?”
She’s gone quiet again. You sigh.
“Love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And you hang up.
Sleeping in your own bed is strange after so long spent in Tara’s. You miss the warmth of her body, the protective arm she always looped around your waist as she slept. Sometimes it was harder for you to fall asleep, but she’d always be there, rubbing your back to calm you down. Pressing sleepy kisses to your forehead.
You turn onto your side, trying to clear your mind. You imagine Tara’s face, her smile. You’ll cook her something tomorrow night, you think, something special. Maybe even sneak a bottle from your Dad’s wine collection to make it more romantic. At the thought of her sitting opposite you, sipping on a glass of red wine, you start to doze off.
You don’t hear the crack of your window opening, nor do you hear the scuffle of someone kicking their shoes off.
You don’t hear much of anything, until someone is slipping in behind you, grabbing your waist and pressing their hand over your mouth.
Your eyes fly open. You gasp, struggle against the body behind you. A familiar voice whispers in your ear.
“Shhh, baby.” It’s Tara. She grabs your waist, hard, tugs you into her. “It’s me.”
She presses a warm kiss to your neck, drops her hand from your mouth. You relax slightly, turn in her arms.
“What are you doing here?” Your head “if my dad finds out-“
In the glint of the moonlight, her eyes flash.
“Nobody keeps you from me.” She says. Her lips are hot against your jaw, “Remember? You know the things I do to people who try to take you away from me.”
Menacing. Her eyes glint. Your stomach drops.
“Tara-“
“Now I’m trying. I’m trying to be good for you, baby. You know that. Like I promised. But you’re going to have to work with me.”
She slips her hands into your underwear. You gasp as her fingers grip you possessively.
“You’re mine. This pussy is mine. I want you in my bed every single night, do you understand me?”
She circles your clit. Nips at your bottom lip. You groan.
“Baby- I can’t just-“
“In my bed.” She repeats. “Every night.”
“But Tara-“
She bites down hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Her spare hand works up your shirt, she takes one of your breasts in hand. Works her fingers around a nipple.
“Every night you’re not there, I’m going to sneak into your bedroom and fuck you so hard it’ll give your Dad nightmares. Understand?”
You nod, slowly.
“Good girl.” She smiles. Licks the blood off your lip. “Now take off your clothes.”
You don’t have to be asked twice. Arousal flushes through you at the look in her eyes. Hungry, like she’s about to devour you. You tug your shorts down your legs, lift your t-shirt over your head.
It’s not quick enough for her. She rips your shorts away, licking her lips as she looks down at your naked body.
“Tara,” You say as she fumbles with her own zipper, tugging her jeans down to her legs, “Baby. We have to be quiet. Please.”
Tara dips down, kisses you softly.
“That’s up to you, sweetheart,” She says, voice low, “You’re the one who's going to be making all the noise. I promise.”
Then you feel it. Hard, plastic against your stomach as she slips her underwear off. She’s brought the strap on.
“Fuck.” You moan. She kisses you hard. Takes off her shirt. Before your gaze can linger, she’s flipping you onto your hands and knees.
She trails kisses down your back. Your heart thrums. Your parents are asleep, you think. You hope. Your head falls forward, mouth open as you feel Tara’s tongue against your entrance.
You bite your lip. She’s quick, languid kisses and long licks as she readies you for her. You’re already embarrassing wet, sticky syrup against her lips. She presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, then aligns her hips with yours.
You groan as she sinks the head inside you. Her hands hold your hips in place, grabbing hard so you can’t run from her. You can hear the soft sounds of your Dad snoring across the hall. You bite your lip, try to stay quiet.
She’s pushing your face down into the mattress as she pushes into you. Hard, quick, needy. Little gasps emerge from your lips before you can stop them as she takes you. Her hands are rough on your hips. She smacks your backside, hard enough you feel yourself flush red.
It hurts a little. Her hands are in your hair, tugging your face up. She doesn’t allow you anytime to get used to the thickness of the dildo, ruts into you steadily, building up a pace.
She drapes herself across you, takes your earlobe between her teeth. The dildo sinks deeper inside you, you can feel her breasts on your back. You let out a long moan before you can stop yourself.
“You like that, baby?” She growls in your ear. “You like being on your hands and knees? Taking me like a good girl?”
She smacks your ass again for good measure. You whimper as she takes your hips in her hands again and begins to drill into you.
Hard wet sounds of your skin slapping against hers. She’s panting, groaning, grabbing your ass. You can tell how turned on she is. It makes you even wetter. You swallow your own moans, trying not to be too loud. The mattress squeaks. Tara thrusts a final time, sinking so deep into you you almost squeal.
Then she’s sliding herself out of you.
Immediately you miss her, turn your head to try to claw her back in.
She pulls hard on your legs so you fall onto your stomach. Then, she’s flipping you onto you back, spreading your legs as wide as they’ll go. Lustful eyes look down on you. She licks her lips as she eyes your swollen cunt, dripping with arousal.
“My pretty girl.” She murmurs, dipping down to taste you. You whine, fingers immediately threading through her hair, trying to keep her in place. She’s only there for a moment before she’s drawing herself back up, and pulling your legs over her shoulders.
She lines her hips to yours once again, and then she’s sinking deep into you, mating press style. Her favorite position. It might be yours too, you think as you feel the tip of the cock brush your cervix. You sigh, lock eyes with her. Her pretty red lips look so kissable, you can’t resist. You lock your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close.
“Tara.” You whine as she moves her hips. Slowly now, just teasing. “Baby.”
She presses kisses down your jaw.
“Yes, baby girl?” She asks. Her eyes glint playfully.
“Please fuck me.” You whimper. Her eyes flash with arousal. She thrusts hard, once.
“Like that?” She asks.
“Yes, please, just like that.” Your fingers grip white on her shoulders.
“You want it hard?” She asks. You nod desperately. Try to tilt your hips closer into her.
“Tell me what you’re going to do from now on.” She presses another kiss to your lips. “Tell me whose bed you’ll be in every night.”
“Your bed.” You gasp. “Every night.”
“That’s right.” She says. Her arms wrap around your thighs. Another hard thrust. You can’t stop the groan that slips from your lips. “You’re my pretty girl. You belong to me. You understand?”
You nod wildly. She’s smirking, draws her hips back again. Thrusts gently. You whine.
“Good girl.” She presses you down into the mattress, her full weight on top of you. A final hot kiss to your lips before she draws her hips back once more and lets loose on you.
You cry out, clutching her tight as she pounds down into you. Merciless, white heat draws deep in your belly as she thrusts into you.
She’s moaning with you this time. Squeezing your legs tight as she pummels herself into you. It’s hard and rough, she’s merciless. You whine, entire body flushing as she fucks you to the edge.
“Cum for me, baby.” She’s murmuring and your eyes flutter closed. You groan as your orgasm washes through you, as hot and fast as her thrusts. You feel her body seize against you as she cums too, with a quiet whine and heavy thrust. She collapses into you. You catch your breath, holding her. Both boneless.
Your heart pounds, your pussy throbs pleasantly. After a moment, she slides out of you, pulling the strap-on harness off herself. Your breathing evens out as she settles in behind you and takes you in her arms. Presses a protective kiss to your neck as she entwines herself with you.
You listen carefully. Can’t hear your dad snoring anymore.
“Do you think we woke him?” You ask Tara.
“I hope so.” Tara says. The edge is back in her voice. She nips at your neck with her teeth. “I hope he heard me making you mine. Knowing exactly what I’ll be doing to his daughter every night she’s in my bed.”
Your heart thrums. Stomach flips at the vulgarity of her words.
A loud snore sounds from across the hallway. You sigh in relief.
“Hmm.” Tara says. She sounds a little disappointed. “I’ll just have to fuck you harder, next time.”
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Want stories featuring queer characters in fantasy, science fiction, or horror settings, where being queer is central to the character but not the only thing they have going on? Let me introduce you to my list of podcasts!
To start we have Welcome to Night Vale. You’ve likely heard of it thanks to the tumblr sexy man poll, or if you’re old school tumblr like I am. It’s a classic for a reason, it kicked off the fiction podcast renaissance and was queer from the jump.
Welcome to Night Vale is an episodic podcast taking the form of radio broadcasts from a strange desert town called Night Vale that appears to be in a parallel universe to ours. It follows the bizarre occurrences within the town and the oppressive government’s clumsy attempts to cover them up.
How is it queer? The show also follows the personal life of radio show host Cecil Palmer who met new-to-town scientist Carlos, and “fell in love instantly”. Not only are they now married, they’ve adopted a child together.
Alice Isn’t Dead
From the creators of Welcome to Night Vale, Alice Isn’t Dead is a horror fiction podcast that follows Keisha, a woman who became a long haul truck driver to go in search of the wife (Alice) she thought was dead, but discovered was alive. In the process she uncovers monsters lurking among us and a massive government conspiracy trying to hide the truth.
How is it queer? As stated, the inciting incident is that Keisha discovers that her wife is secretly alive.
Dimension 20: Fantasy High
A dungeons and dragons actual play show. This season is set in a 1980s John Hughes-esque fantasy high school called the Arthur Aguefort Adventuring Academy. It follows six high schoolers starting their first day of freshman year as they form their adventuring party and try to uncover the mystery of why girls at their school keep going missing.
How is it queer? Kristen Applebees is the cleric of the party, and most of her arc in the first season is based in the struggle between honoring her religious upbringing and the god that gave her her magic, and realizing she’s a lesbian. Fig Faeth (the bard of the group) does not have a romance arc in this season, however in season 2 she does end up in a romantic relationship with another woman, and much of her arc in that relationship is based around the insecurities hidden behind her rock and roll persona. Riz Gukgak (the rogue of the group) does not use the term asexual on screen, however it is clear in a conversation in season 2 where he discusses feeling awkward about not being horny when all his other friends are. He was later confirmed as asexual by dungeon master Brennan Lee Mulligan.
Dimension 20: The Unsleeping City
Another story with the same players as Fantasy High. This story takes place in a fantastical New York City where the waking world intersects with the world of dream and magic. The story follows six adventurers as they struggle to keep the two worlds in balance with each other, and prevent the big bad from ruining the world of dreams forever. It’s Brennan’s love letter to New York.
How is it queer? Pete Conlan (the sorcerer of the group) is a bit of a dirt bag drug dealer who is struggling to learn to take on the responsibility of being the voice for the dreams. He is also a trans man. His awakening into the magical New York occurs because his dad attempts to deadname him, and he uses his magic powers to fill his dad’s mouth with bubbles and blast him away.
Not Another D&D Podcast Campaign 1
This is another dungeons and dragons actual play set in a more traditional D&D world. It follows the story of three adventurers living in the shadows of the saviors of Bahumia that came before them. Only to realize one of those saviors might not have retired, and is up to no good. They will have to save Bahumia from one of its saviors.
How is it queer? Beverly Toegold The Fifth (Paladin of the group) is the fantasy equivalent of a Boy Scout and ends up in a romantic relationship with another boy from his troop. (They’re both meant to be 16 by the end of the campaign I believe.) Moonshine Cybin (the Druid of the group) is just generally horny for everyone and anyone that impresses her, but she does also spend her last night before the final battle hooking up with Hardwon’s (the third party member) sister in law.
Not Another D&D Podcast Campaign 2
This story is set in the world of Eldermourne which delves heavily into the aesthetic of gothic horror. It follows three adventurers as they go in search of a missing witch that will help them protect Eldermourne from the conflicting factions of gods and religious extremists each trying to take the world and remake it in the way that suits them.
How is it queer? A major thrust of the story is that Fia Boginya (the wizard and cleric multiclass of the group) once saved her dear friend Irina from execution, but they end up needing Irina’s magic to protect the world. The party goes in search of her, and Fia admits to having always been in love with Irina, even when they were just children.
The Adventure Zone: Balance
Another D&D actual play. This one is set in a fantasy world that draws heavily on both fantasy and other aesthetics. The three adventurers encounter an extremely powerful and destructive magical object, and manage to capture it. In doing so they are inducted into the organization called the Bureau of Balance, and are sent on missions to recover the other objects of power that have been scattered across the land. There is more to the characters than even they know.
How is it queer? Taako the Wizard (one of the adventurers) ends up in a romantic relationship with the Grim Reaper who in this world is a man. There is also a romantic relationship between two women who are also members of the Bureau of Balance that hangs out in the background of the story. A trans woman is also prevalent in the story, but explaining anything else about her reveals major spoilers for the campaign, but trust me she is narratively important.
The Adventure Zone: Amnesty
This is another actual play show, but it uses the Monster of the Week system that was created using shows like Scooby Doo, X-Files, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is set in the fictional town of Kepler, West Virginia and the Monongahela National Forest. Cryptids are real and they all hang out in Kepler. Three friends band together to stop monsters with ill intent from destroying the town, and learn more about the world that parallels theirs. It is Dungeon Master Griffin McElroy’s love letter to the West Virginia town he and his brothers grew up in.
How is it queer? Aubrey Little is the magic user of the group and identifies as bisexual. She ends up in a romantic relationship with a vampire girl in town.
Campaign Skyjacks
It is another role playing game actual play. I’m not entirely clear on what system they are using, as a lot of it is the creation of the game master. It is set in a fantasy world where crossing the oceans has become too treacherous, so pirates, privateers, and sailors alike have all taken to the sky in airships. The story follows four crew members of the ship the Uhuru as they try to make the ship profitable all while trying to hide from the rest of the crew that the captain has long since died and the doctor has been puppet-ing his corpse for weeks now.
How is it queer? I am still in the early stages of the podcast so there may be more queer characters later, but off the bat there is Gable who is the quarter master of the ship. Gable is non-binary.
These are not the only podcasts that fit the bill, but these are the ones I listen to. I’d also like to give a special mention to most other seasons of Dimension 20. There are a ton more, and you’re likely to get at least one queer character per season. However, I wanted to keep it to things you could find for free. Fantasy High and The Unsleeping City are both free on YouTube, but all other Dimension 20 seasons are on the streaming service dropout tv (which I do recommend getting because they do a lot of other good shows too.)
Feel free to add more shows in your reblogs!
#dimension 20#fantasy high#welcome to night vale#the unsleeping city#tuc#wtnv#naddpod#bahumia#eldermourne#taz#the adventure zone#the adventure zone amnesty#taz amnesty#taz balance#skyjacks#the adventure zone balance#alice isn't dead
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Not How I Wanted to Meet Your Parents
Bangchan X Fem!Reader
wc: ~3000
Angst, fluff at the end
Again, this makes me cringe a little bit looking back at it but also I think I see some potential to grow from this so here's yet another from my vault
No warnings that I can think of, besides pet names maybe? Insecurity, crying also present. Some cursing.
I do not own the rights to Stray Kids or anything related to them, this is a work of pure fiction and just for fun
Channie💕: hey babygirl, I’m so sorry. I have to stay late at the studio again. I’ll just go back to the dorm instead of waking you up so don’t wait up. I’m sorry.
I crumpled into myself. Texts like these have been coming daily for the last three weeks straight. Every single date night was canceled, always for the same reason. I can’t bring myself to think of it as an excuse. That would be he is trying to find ways to avoid me. Unless he finally realized that I’m just holding him back from creating more, creating better. Maybe I am just a pawn to find inspiration in, like a learning experience more than a loving one. I lay my phone down on the nightstand and glance over at the sweatshirt Chan left the last time he stayed the night. It’s been nearly two months since then, his scent long gone. Instead of replying, knowing I wouldn’t get a response, I leaned over and shut my lamp off. Maybe in my dreams he would love me again.
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The morning light shines through the small crack in my curtains. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I lean over to grab my phone. No new messages. My heart sinks. This is the part I was dreading the most. Never had Chan canceled a date night and not immediately tried to reschedule. So this is it then. Taking a shaky breath, I shut down my phone. It’s no better than a paperweight right now when all I’ll be doing is waiting for him to reach out first. It’s childish of me, I know I could reach out first, but that brings more brewing of hope that it isn’t over if he responds. Or worse yet, if he does respond and confirms that it’s over.
Letting my despair guide me, I shuffle towards the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I peel myself out of the clothes I wore to sleep in and step under the cold water. I don’t want warmth, that’s what he was. I just want to hide in the rain and gloom as these thoughts take over my body. It’s not like I can pack up and move out, we don’t share an apartment. Changing the code to my apartment is a possibility, but then I have to let all my friends know the new code and explain why it had to be changed. The only other option I can come up with is going back home for a few days. I moved to Seoul for school, but my family was back in the States. It’d give me the distance I need, and maybe some home cooked meals would heal the hole in my heart. I know Dad would pay for it, he’s been asking me to come home for a couple months now.
Taking a deep breath, I shut the water off and wrap a towel around me as I step out. Sighing, I walk back towards my bed and sit down at the edge. Bracing myself as I start my phone back up, I immediately call Dad as soon as it allows me to. “Hey! I know I’ve been delaying coming back home but I really miss you guys. I have the next two weeks off and was wondering if that would work for you and Mom?”
“Darling, anything works for our little girl to be back in our arms. Give me a second to look at flights. How long would you need to pack? We still have plenty of your clothes here, you know.” Laughing a little as I struggle to keep my composure, I glance around the room. “I can be ready to go as early as tonight then.”
“Really? There’s a flight that leaves at 5pm, your time. You’d have a couple hours to pack. Is that enough time?” His giddiness is almost palpable through the crackling speaker. A genuine snort forces its way out. “Sure, Dad. Thank you, I love you and I’ll see you soon then.” I stand up as he replies, “I love you so much, honey. Your mom is going to be so happy to have her baby back home for a while.” I hang up a little after a little more farewells are exchanged, insisting that I need to start packing. I make the mistake of glancing down at the screen before I get changed.
Channie💕: good morning, sweets. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can attempt to reschedule. It’s so hectic here with the comeback so soon and the album not being near ready enough. We’ll talk soon
Dread coils my gut, nearly knocking me over. That’s two messages without the words I need most. With shaking fingers I finally respond back, Oh okay. I love you. I throw my phone on the bed and walk away towards the closet, changing quickly. I refuse to look at my phone again until I have a suitcase packed.
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Almost two hours later, I finally find the courage to pick my phone back up. Checking the time, I notice two notifications: one text and one email. Unlocking the screen, my heart shatters. Both are from Dad. The email is the flight information, informing me that I have around an hour to get to the airport.
Father Dearest: y/n, I forwarded the email with all ur flight info. Oh, honey, I can’t explain how excited I am to have u home with us. If u haven’t finished packing yet, good luck. Love u!
Sighing as tears finally fall down my cheeks, I order an Uber to take me to the airport. I know I should text Chan, but I can’t bring myself to allow even the possibility of going unanswered again. I’ll let him know before the plane takes off, using the cushion of the flight to allow me the escape I’ll need.
An agonizing 20 minutes pass before I’m climbing into the Uber. I spare a glance up at my apartment as we pull away. A part of me hopes he’ll show up to find me gone before I can even text him. It’s selfish and petty, but I just want Chan to feel a part of the agony I’ve been feeling. A simple conversation might be able to solve all of this, but we haven’t been able to have a solid 5 minute conversation in the past month, let alone one long enough to require what needs to be said. He couldn’t even get time off for a quick phone call on our one-year anniversary last week. Tears are slipping down my face before I know it. I quickly rub my sleeves over my face, not wanting the driver to ask questions.
We finally pull up to the airport and I climb out, thanking him for the ride. I barely feel present in my body as I walk through the motions of the airport. Next thing I know, I’m sitting in my seat staring out the window. The announcement comes that phones need to be turned off soon. Taking a deep breath, I prepare the text for Chan.
Hi, Channie. I want to start off by saying I’m not mad, I completely understand. You’re an idol and I knew this was going to be difficult when I agreed to be your girlfriend. I guess I misjudged exactly how difficult it would actually be. I want to thank you for the last year. You were such a blessing in my life, crashing into me and claiming your spot in my heart. I don’t know if you feel the same, I can’t talk to you anymore to confirm or deny my suspicions. The distance between us recently has said more than we’ve been able to. I’ve decided to make it more physical for a little while. I’m headed back home for a couple weeks. I know the timezone difference is going to be hard to communicate, but we’ve gotten so used to it that it shouldn’t feel any different. If this is goodbye, all I ask is that you just remove your stuff from my apartment before I get back. I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger. I do love you, Chan. I just miss you too much to keep this up.
I hit send just as we begin our take-off. Shutting my phone and my feelings off, I lay my head back and drift to sleep, keen on waking up only when I can step off the flight into my parents’ arms.
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I didn’t last the whole flight, but the last few hours were filled with reading the book I had packed just in case sleep evaded me. It was enough to not think about Chan, but never enough to dull the ache in my chest. We finally landed and shuffled off the plane, all heading towards baggage claim. Refusing to turn my phone back on, I felt like a robot on autopilot as I followed the crowd. I grabbed my suitcase and squared my shoulders as I prepared to face my family. They knew about Chan and I’s relationship, but I don’t want this trip to be about my broken heart. I walk out the doors and it takes me only a minute of scanning before I hear my name being shouted seconds before Dad barrels into me, lifting me off my feet in a hug. Mom wraps her arms around me as he sets me down, tears falling down all our faces.
“Oh my baby! You’re finally home! I’ve missed you so much.” Mom sobs into my shoulder, holding me tighter than should be humanly possible. I hug her back before tapping her shoulder, in need of oxygen. She pulls back with a relieved smile. “I have your favorite dinners planned for the whole time you're here. How’s Chan?”
My own smile falters for a split second before I straighten myself out. “Oh, you know, he’s just busy with his comeback. I had plenty of time to myself to make an impromptu trip,” partially the truth, just not the whole story. I can work with that easier than an outright lie. I smile at both my parents as they nod in understanding, Dad grabbing my suitcase to put in the car while Mom pulls my hand to get us going. The ride home is full of small talk about how work is going, how school was this last semester, how they are enjoying Dad’s new bonus from work. I fall into a comfortable silence as they keep the conversation flowing between them.
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After dinner I finally find the courage to turn my phone back on, it’s been nearly six hours since I landed. It’s early morning back in Seoul, close enough to a full day since I sent the text to Chan. As my phone turns on, I’m bombarded with notifications. Missed calls and texts, nearly all from Chan.
Channie💕: Baby what?
Channie💕: You didn’t actually leave did you?
*two miss calls from Channie💕*
Channie💕: Y/N please answer me. I can’t stand this, don’t leave me. I love you so much
Channie💕: I know I haven’t seen you in a bit or been able to talk to you but I don’t want to lose you
Channie💕: Baby please be at home, please let this be some cruel prank
Channie💕: You’re really not at home. Oh my god, baby please come back to me. I can’t lose you please don’t do this I love you
*four missed calls from Channie💕*
Channie💕: I get it. Baby, I understand it’s hard. I should’ve tried harder for you. You mean so much to me. I fell into my typical work pattern and left you out, I’m so so fucking sorry. You’re a priority too and I neglected that. I need you
Channie💕: you went back home… for fuck’s sake I screwed up. I just saw the date. Oh my god y/n im the worst. I didnt even take off for our anniversary. You were waiting for me to even acknowledge it and i couldnt even do that. I fucked up so bad
Channie💕: Babygirl… i feel like i cant even breathe right now, my heart’s been ripped out and flew across the world with you
*eight missed calls from Channie💕*
Channie💕: okay okay, I know this is getting excessive and I get that you’re on the plane but you should’ve landed by now. Just let me know that you’re alive.
Channie💕: My sweet girl, I will fix this. Fix us. I can’t imagine going through life without you in it.
Channie💕: I hope what I’m about to do doesn’t further break us, I love you so much, to the moon and stars beyond
The last text sent my heart into a stuttering stop. What did he mean by that first part? A wave of relief followed by anxiety floods my system. The last text was sent almost four hours ago. Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to the multiple voicemails he left. All practically the same as his texts, only I could hear the voice breaks and sobs between words. My heart cracked open and pain seeped through me.
Chris what are you doing? I understand that you’re busy, you don’t need to apologize, I’m the one who couldn’t handle it. We can talk when I get back, just focus on the album. Maybe with a longer time to plan we can sit and have a proper conversation. I still love you.
I chewed on my lower lip nervously as I waited for his response. After staring at the screen for nearly 30 minutes with no reply, I sighed as I assumed he just had to go back to work, blocking out the relationship that was sinking underwater. I quietly changed and crawled into bed. One last glance at my phone showed no new notifications. Tears flooded my face as I turned over in my childhood bed, resigned to sleep until the pain subsided.
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I woke up to my mom shaking my shoulder. Blinking, I turned over to her, my face swollen from crying until I passed out. “Oh honey, I’m sorry to wake you up but there’s someone here to see you,” Mom bit down on her lips, like she was trying not to smile. I sat up and grabbed my phone, realizing that I’d slept for nearly 14 hours. “Okay, who is it?”
Mom shook her head and finally let the smile break free. “I think you should check for yourself, they said they’ve been wanting to see you for a while.” I cocked my head, confusion etched across my face. She just smiled brighter as she backed out of the room. “Just get dressed and I’ll send them up in a couple minutes. They’re finishing some tea up with your dad.” Tea? Dad doesn’t even like tea, he’s a die-hard coffee lover. Confusion still clouding my mind, I walked to my closet, ignoring the suitcase on the ground and threw on a sundress I had left here. I didn’t know who was waiting or how formal I had to be. I quickly threw my hair into a braid before checking my face in the mirror. The puffiness wouldn’t be able to go away in time, as I already heard rushed steps up the stairs. It finally dawned on me that whoever it was was being sent up to my room. Who would my parents have me meet in my room instead of downstairs with them?
As soon as the thought finished, my door was practically kicked open. I had less than 2 seconds to process who it was before arms were around me and squeezing me almost as hard as Mom had at the airport. Instantly the familiar scent hit my nose and I reeled back, surprise taking over the confusion and tears welling up faster than ever before.
“My sweet babygirl, you think I could handle two weeks with you in another country across the world after what I did?” Chan smiled as tears streaked down his face, clearly wary of my reaction. “I- fuck. I’m so sorry for everything,” he fell to his knees in front of me. “I didn’t expect to meet your family like this. Hell, your dad’s first impression of me was with tears streaming down my face and blubbering out what I did before I was even invited in,” Chan laughed at himself a little. “Of course, then I was immediately brought to the kitchen where he had me sit down and explain everything. I felt like such an idiot saying it all out loud. I wouldn’t have forgiven me if I was him. But then he said it wasn’t up to him, it’s your decision on if I should get kicked to the curb.” I stood in silence, staring down at him. He wrapped his arms around my legs, shaking from the sobs he was clearly holding back. “Baby, my y/n. I don’t even know where to begin. I screwed up so tremendously. The company couldn’t even stop me before I had booked a flight and had Bin race me to the airport. Felix called me a moron before I left,” at that he leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck.
“He’s not wrong.” I sunk down to my knees to be level with him. His eyes widened and tears still silently slid down his cheeks. I shook my head as I pulled him to me, finally hugging him back. “You’re a moron for coming here when you should be working on the album. But I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more. We can get through this. I just- it sounds so selfish- but I needed to truly see if you still wanted this. This was more than I ever expected.” I pulled back to look him in the eyes, bringing my hands to his cheeks to wipe the tears away. I leaned forward and connected our foreheads, breathing in his presence.
His words were barely a whisper as he breathed them into our shared space. “I thought I lost you. I swear on my career that I will change for you. You mean too much to me to watch you slip away again. I love you more than words can express. To the moon and stars beyond, my angel. Always.” I closed my eyes at his confession, breathing in the love he was giving back to me.
“How about we go back downstairs and reintroduce you to my parents. Since, you know, you’re meeting them now.” I giggled softly as he stiffened.
“Can we hold each other a little longer first? I look like a mess and it’s been long overdue to have you in my arms again.” I fully laughed at that. “Of course, love. You’re mine, they can wait to see the best version of you while I piece it back together for a bit.” He pulled away and stared at me. Without another word, he launched into a tackle, hugging me like he would never let go.
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Go Ahead and Cry Little Girl
Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x f!reader (Agent Gin)
Warnings: Daddy issues!!, character death mentioned, daddy kink, piv (again wrap it up guys!), f & m oral, dacryphillia, 1 use of song lyrics, dirty talk (it’s jack mf Daniels what did you expect?) boss/employee dynamics, sex work (we support sex workers in this household!) squirting, voyeurism, cum eating, Reader is described as having hair, a vagina, well hydrated (; and can blush. that should be all! Lmk if i missed something (:
A/n: This one’s for my babes with daddy issues! I see you, I love you. This idea hit me while I was driving to work and the song “Daddy issues” by The neighborhood came on. As of right now I think each Murder daddy is gonna have a daddy issues one shot but we’re starting off strong with my personal favorite cowboy.🤠
Growing up your dad wasn’t home very much. You honestly don’t have very many memories of the guy. The memories you do have always seem to be of him frowning at you, disappointed and telling you that you need to do better, be better. You were just a kid. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Instead of having a loving, doting father you had this stranger who’s approval you wanted desperately. So you worked hard in school, played sports, joined as many after school programs as you could and when you graduated high school you had full ride scholarships to all the big schools across the nation. I’m talking Harvard, MIT, Stanford, Yale, the list goes on. You ended up choosing Columbia University in New York so you could be as far away from home as possible. College was a breeze for you, graduating early with high honors you weren’t surprised when Statesmen approached you offering you an intelligence job.
Accepting this job was an easy decision for you. A few years after graduating high school your dad kicked the bucket and your mom ran off with the first guy who gave her a lick of attention. You had no one to go back too, no family to visit on the holidays. And you loved working at Statesmen. Working in the lab alongside Ginger, you helped create new technologies and advance healthcare. You had it all; a great career, a nice studio apartment in Manhattan. What more could you want? Ah yes approval. For some reason you still had this deep seeded need to be well liked and needed by others. So you do what any girl does, you sell your nudes online to creepy men in exchange they give you their money and high praises. You never reveal your face or your real identity so nobody knows it’s you.
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Coming back to work after a long weekend is proving to be a tough one. You’ve been overworking yourself lately and having three whole days off you went home and slept for hours only waking up to eat Chinese takeout and then go directly back to sleep. Back in the lab, you find yourself frustrated and having to keep retrying new samples for a new antibiotic your working on.
“Hey Gin go ahead and take a break hun. I’ve seen you redo the same sample 10 times now. I’m not sure where your head is but try to get it out of the clouds before you come back.” Ginger Ale says to you as you lay your head down on the table next to the microscope you’ve been staring at for the last two hours.
Sighing, “Yea yea. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me Ginger. I just can’t focus and I have zero energy.” you say as you get up and start gathering your things.
Soon enough your back up on the fifth floor, down the hall from the cafeteria. Just as your rounding the corner you find yourself running right into the very man who haunts your every thought. Jack Daniels or Agent Whiskey as most people at Statesmen know him as. The man has been the star of all your dirty daydreams, his accent and mannerisms scream ‘southern gentleman’ and boy do you eat that shit up every time you see him.
“Well hey there darlin’ watch out where your going. Don’t wanna go runnin into any ole body now do we?” Jack says in his thick accent just as you bounced backward after hitting him square in the chest.
“Oh my god Agent Whiskey I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You manage to get out despite having the wind knocked out of you.
“Now darlin’ call me Jack. Am I gonna have to tell you this every time?” He teases you causing a deep blush to creep across your cheeks.
With a soft smile on your face and your eyes cast down, “Of course not Ag- I mean Jack.” You say with the smallest giggle. As soon as the words left your mouth you felt Jacks finger under your chin, lift your face up forcing you to look directly into his gorgeous deep brown eyes.
“There we go. Now that’s what I like to hear. My name come out of such a beautiful lady’s mouth.” Jack says with a smirk.
As if you couldn’t blush any harder, you somehow turn even redder in the face.
“Now go on beautiful, have a good day.” Jack says as he tilts his hat towards you.
“Thanks Jack, you have a good one too.” You manage to squeak out as you gather yourself once again and continue on walking toward the cafeteria.
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Sitting down at a table in a far back corner, you crack open a cold can of coke and take a deep sip. The carbonation leaving a cold wake of bubbles in your throat, already feeling the affects of the caffeine. Pulling your phone out you decide to hop on your website and respond to a few messages as you wait for the soda to really kick in. You have a good handful of regulars who like to ask for custom content and one of them had recently asked for a video of you riding your favorite toy. Just as your about to send the video, a text comes in from Jack.
1:32pm - Hey I hope I didn’t hurt ya when you ran into me earlier sugar 😉
1:34pm - No you didn’t! If anything I’m sorry for running into you! I hope I didn’t hurt you Jack.🩷
Without even thinking, after you press send you hit the icon for your photos and pull up the video you were sending to your regular, find it and hit send.
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Jacks sitting at his desk when he hears a ping and sees you’ve texted him back. As soon as he read your text he saw a video message pop up immediately after. Opening the video, he sees you sitting on the floor in your bedroom and a decent sized pink dildo. The video starts and you swing your leg over the dildo, lowering yourself down, you grab the dildo and swipe it through your folds a few times. Moaning, you drop all the way down on the dildo. The angle of the camera allows Jack to see the dildo stretch you open. Not quite as big as Jack, it still gives him a delicious view of what you’d look like speared on his cock. Thinking to himself, he wonders if you meant to send this to him through text. Most likely it was on accident. But what you don’t know is that Jack knows all about your little secret. In fact he’s been one of your regulars for awhile now. Always sending in requests and tipping generously. Something else he knows you are ignorant too is that he was the one who requested this particular video.
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After texting Jack back and sending out the custom video, you feel awake enough now to get back to work. Just as you get back into the lab, you hear the lab phone ring. You go to grab the phone off the hook, “Hello Agent Gin, how can I help you?”
“Well well well if it ain’t the pretty lady I need to talk too” Jack crones into your ear. “I need to see you in my office darlin’ now. Please.”
“Yes of course sir I’m on my way now.” You reply, your voice cracking just the tiniest bit.
Unsure as to why Jack needs to see you in his office, you check your texts between you two to see if you misread something and that’s when you realize you sent Jack the video! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. You’re screwed! Your dirty little secret is out now and the one man you want so desperately inside of you now knows all about it.
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Knocking on Jacks office door, you go to turn the knob to open the door.
Peeking your head in, “You wanted to see me sir?” you say as you clear your throat that’s suddenly dry as the Sahara Desert.
Sitting at his desk, you see Jack look up at you with this hungry look in his eyes.
“Ah there she is. Come in sugar. Have a seat.” He motions to the chair in front of his desk. You quickly come in, closing the door behind you and taking a seat.
Jack stands up, slowly walking towards the door when you notice he locks it. Making his way back to his desk, he sits on top of it directly in front of you.
“Now sugar your probably wondering why I need to talk to you.”
Gulping, you look down unable to look him in the face, “um I think I know why sir.” You manage to say, knowing there’s no reason to play stupid. You both know what you sent him. Might as well confess to it and get it all over with.
“Look at me sugar. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours when I’m talking to you” Jack says in a low baritone voice.
Looking up at him, a deep blush covering your cheeks, you try to swallow as best you can and find your words.
“Now we’re both adults here. We both have urges. If you needed a good fuck darlin’ all you had to was ask. I’d be more than happy to oblige.” He says in a matter of factly tone.
Stunned you just gawk up the agent in front of you. Did he really just say that? Is he- he’s not- what is happening?!??
Jack goes to stand up, directly in front of you, “Get on your knees little girl.”
Unable to speak you do as he says and you push back your chair as you lower yourself onto your knees.
“There’s my good girl. Now sugar I’m going to fuck you good and hard. And your going to take every thing I give you. Understood?”
Shaking your head yes as you look up at Jack. Nervous as hell but you can’t help but get excited. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Isn’t he the star of your wet dreams?
Jack goes to take his blazer off, rolling up his sleeves as he begins to unbuckle his absurdly large belt buckle. Watching him undress like this has your mouth and pussy watering. Your finally gonna have the Jack Daniels inside of you. You can’t wait.
He pulls out the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Now you get why this man walks around so arrogantly. The man has the dick to back it up. Your eyes widen as the head of his cock seems to stare at you in your soul. At about average length, he’s girthy as all get out. There’s no way you’d be able to get much of him in your mouth.
Jack gives his cock a few good strokes, “Open up sugar. Let me see how good you can be.”
You drop your jaw quickly and open your mouth, dropping your tongue out. Smirking, Jack takes his cock and starts rubbing it up and down your tongue. After gliding the head on your tongue a few times, Jack sticks his cock in your mouth, forcing it down your throat causing you to gag at the intrusion. Without holding back, Jack continues to gag you with his cock. Your eyes over flowing with tears.
Jack looks down at you the whole time, just staring in awe at how beautiful you look with his cock in your mouth, eyes wide with tears looking back at him.
“Go on and cry little girl. Nobody does it quite like you sugar. I’ve been watching you for some time now. Oh yes I know all about your dirty little secret baby.” He reveals, making you choke even harder on his cock in utter disbelief. He’s known this whole time? How much of you has he really seen?
Jack finally pulls his cock out of your mouth, spit strings still connecting you two. Brown eyes staring deep into your soul, you take a deep gulp of breath, chest heavy as you manage to stutter out, “y- you know? How long?”
“I’ve known for awhile now darlin’. I love watching your little videos. Always gets me harder than a goddamn rock. It was actually me who requested that particular little video. So it is funny you accidentally sent it to me.” Jack admits.
Before you have the chance to respond, Jack grabs you by your arm helping you up before he’s leading you towards his desk and gently pushes your top half down so your bent over. Wearing a dress that day, you can’t help but feel bare as he bends you over his desk. You feel Jack crouch down behind you, warm hands running up and down the back of your thighs. You feel his warm breath on your clothed pussy.
Taking a deep breath in, Jack slowly pulls your panties down exposing your sweet pussy to him. Unable to help himself he presses his face in and lays a kiss to your exposed clit. Hearing you let out a soft moan breaks any bit of self control Jack had and he dives in. Tongue poking out, he swipes it through your folds a few times before making a zig zagging motion from your taint up to your clit.
Feeling his thick tongue protrude your wet pussy, you feel yourself gush as he starts to flick your clit.
Moaning, “Please Jack I need more. Please.” You whisper breathlessly.
Hearing your sweet request, you feel jacks thick fingers enter you and curl up, hitting that sweet spot.
Taking his tongue off your sweet, sweet pussy, “That’s it sugar. Tell daddy what you want baby. Tell daddy how to make this pussy cream.” Jack growls as he pumps his fore and ring finger faster into you.
All to quickly you feel the sudden need to pee. Moaning even louder causing Jack to pump his fingers even faster, all to soon you feel yourself start to squirt.
“Oohhh ungghh!!!!” Comes from deep in your throat as you continue to squirt, the exquisite feeling of squirting all over his fingers is a high you never want to come down from.
“Fuck sugar that’s it. That’s it baby come on, give it all to daddy baby that’s it” Jack crones as he tries to drink up every single drop.
Boneless, you can’t help but drop on top of the desk, unable to hold your upper half up any longer. Knees weak, legs shaking, you feel jack stand back up behind you. Jack takes hold of his cock, swiping it through your folds, gathering your wetness on his cock before he slides in your sweet pussy. The feeling of his thick cock splitting you open takes your breath away.
Taking his time, feeling every ridge inside of your pussy, Jack finally fills you up to the hilt.
“Fuuuccckkk” Jack breaths out as his cock kisses your cervix. After not moving for a few seconds to let you adjust to his girth, Jack begins pummeling into you. Hands gripping your hips, forcing you back onto his cock as he fucks you good and hard just as he promised.
“That’s it sugar. Look at you. Taking my cock. So. Damn. Beautiful.” He grunts out. Jack leans forward, his chest on your back when you feel his arm snake around your front and pulls you up to him. You feel his other hand bury in your hair forcing your head up when you notice a little red, blinking light up in the corner, “Smile for the camera darlin’” Jack crones into your ear. Knowing he’s been filming this entire time has your eyes rolling back as you moan.
“This sweet fucking pussy belongs to me now darlin’ you hear me? Only I get to fuck this pussy.” Jack whispers in your ear.
“Oh fuck yes. Yes daddy it’s yours. All yours! Fuck!” You say breathlessly, agreeing to whatever he says as long as he continues to fuck you this good. You feel yourself getting close once again, the feeling of needing to pee is back.
“Daddy I’m close, please please can I cum? I wanna cum daddy! Please let me!” You beg, hoping he shows you a little mercy and let’s you cum.
Jack slaps his hand over your mouth, “Fuck baby you gotta be quiet. Daddy’s gone let you cum baby girl don’t you worry. Daddy wants to feel his sweet pussy cum on his cock.” He tells you as his other hand snakes down towards your clit. You feel his thick finger swirl around your clit and that does it for you. All too soon you feel the dam break and your coming. Hard. You bite your lip trying your hardest to keep quiet. The euphoria you feel is hard to contain, your eyes rolling back once again.
Feeling you gush hard around his cock, almost as if your pussy is trying to push him out, does him in. Jack pumps a few more times before he’s coming inside of you. As your both coming down from your highs, chests heaving, you feel jack pull out of you leaving you an empty mess.
Not sure what possessed you, you turn around to face him and lower yourself down to your knees once again. Gripping the base of his dick, you lick the mixture of you and Jack off his cock all while looking up at him. Making a show of you swallowing every bit of your cum.
“Well I’ll be damned sugar. You never fail to surprise me.” Jack chuckles darkly as he watches you from above. You can’t help but smile sweetly up at him hoping this isn’t the last time you get a taste of this cowboy.
A/n: idk where this came from lol the song inspired me but this?^ yeeaaaa we can blame my hormone monster for this, I am ovulating lmao. I hope y’all enjoy!
Tagging a few Whiskey connoisseurs and friends that I think will enjoy: @neverwheremoonchild @foli-vora @whiskeynwriting @lumoverheaven @toxicanonymity @multiversed-daydreamer @nosesitter @beefrobeefcal @juletheghoul @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @megangovier20 @ikissdin @wannab-urs
#pedro pascal#Jack Daniels#agent whiskey#agent whiskey x you#jack daniels x female reader#jack daniels x you#agent whiskey smut#spicy smut#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal cinematic universe#pedro pascal characters#kingsman the golden circle
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Hi there, I’m always open to putting out a few requests and saw you wanted some more lighthearted requests 🙂🫶🏻 I was wondering if I could get either a bakugou or shinso writing where the reader has a “daydreaming quirk” (anything she “dreams” can be created into reality for certain periods of time) but the more she uses her quirk, the more tired she gets and the longer she has to sleep afterwards. Maybe in this the reader has been doing a lot of quirk strengthening training with her dad (aizawa) and comes back to the dorms one day exhausted. When the reader is sleeping in the common room cuddled up to bakugou or shinso they get a little protective when everyone comes in too loud. The class has never seen bakugou so soft for someone before or shinso so protective of someone before and aizawa sees that when he comes to check on her which warms his heart as well. Sorry if it’s a bit confusing of a request
A/N: I thought this was a really cute idea, I just hope I did it justice. Sorry this took so long, I didn’t really have the motivation for writing much. I didn’t do Bakugou even though I planned to initially, since I didn’t feel like it, but the Shinsou one ended up okay I guess
You had been training so much in the last couple of days and you were exhausted. Between school, homework and the additional training you had been doing with your dad, you hadn’t really had the time for the extra rest you needed. Your tolerance had gone up during your time at UA, so you didn’t need as much rest anymore after using your quirk as before. However, because you had basically been doing school work and training nonstop for the last couple of days, you were feeling really tired.
Shinsou was sitting on the common room couch and you just decided to go sit with him for a moment, before heading up to your room to sleep.
“Hi Toshi” you greeted him as you sat down next to him.
“Hey, were you training with your dad again?” he asked.
“Yep, I don’t think he’s ever heard of the term “take it easy”” you sighed, leaning your head against Shinsou’s shoulder.
“Don’t I know it” Shinsou said, rubbing the back of his neck, thinking about how many times he’s gotten his ass handed to him by your father.
“I know he just wants the best for me, but he could chill a bit sometimes. It won’t kill me to miss one day of training” you yawned.
“You know how he is, ever since the war against AfO, he doesn’t want us to be unprepared in case something like that happens again”
“Yeah I know, but I do still need my beauty sleep” you joked tiredly.
Shinsou could see you were exhausted. He knew that no matter what you said, you didn’t want to let down your dad, so you probably wouldn’t skip training, no matter how tired you got. It wasn’t exactly good for you, especially since your quirk required you to rest a lot too.
“I-” Shinsou started, but as he turned to look at you, he noticed you were already asleep against his shoulder.
He just smiled and decided to let you sleep for a while. There wasn’t really any reason to wake you. No one else was in the common area for the time being, so it was quiet. Of course the second he thought of that, the front door to the dorms basically slammed open, and people came in.
“Kaminari” Shinsou hissed at the blond, who was being the loudest of the group.
“What?” Kaminari asked, which made him fall under the affect of Shinsou’s quirk, and shut him up immediately.
“Shut up, (Name) is sleeping” Shinsou whispered, before releasing his quirk.
“Sorry” Kaminari whispered back, the rest of the group also apologizing for their loudness, before slipping into the kitchen area.
Shinsou just sighed. Fortunately, you were still asleep, and it didn’t seem like Kaminari’s loudness had disturbed you at all.
“That probably wasn’t the most productive use of your quirk” Aizawa said as he too entered the dorm building and walked up to Shinsou.
“Sorry sensei” Shinsou apologized quietly. “But (Name) is asleep. I think they’re pretty exhausted by the constant training and trying to stay on top of their school work too”
“I noticed that as well. You can tell them they have the weekend off of training. You kids can go to a movie or whatever it is you do when you have free time” Aizawa said with a small smile, before ruffling your hair and leaving the common room.
Shinsou could see Kaminari and Ashido grinning as they watched the situation from the kitchen.
“Shut up” Shinsou rolled his eyes at the two friends.
“We didn’t even say anything” Kaminari smirked, feigning innocence.
“Your expressions are loud enough” Shinsou sighed.
Shinsou could feel you moving next to him and when he looked at you, you were already awake.
“Sorry for waking you up” Shinsou apologized.
“It’s fine, I should go to my own room to sleep anyway” you yawned and stretched your arms.
“I’ll walk with you” Shinsou said.
You just nodded and grabbed your bag, as the two of you started walking towards your dorm room. You held Shinsou’s hand as you basically let him pull you along. When you got to your door, you turned to Shinsou and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks for keeping me company Toshi” you smiled tiredly.
“Any time” he smiled back, before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Oh and your dad said you could have the weekend off from training”
“Mhhm, I’m gonna sleep the whole day tomorrow” you muttered, and gave him one more tired smile before retreating into your room. The school week was over, and you would finally be able to get some rest.
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#shinsou hitoshi#mha scenarios#bnha scenarios#bnha fluff#mha fluff#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction
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tigger warning: mention of suicide. please do not read if it will trigger you. i want you all to be aware and safe. this is just a filler chapter. just know if you’re ever struggling im here to listen! love each and everyone of you <3
harry would never understand how some men can’t comprehend how women’s bodies are the most magical and beautiful thing in the entire world. the masculine, macho men who think all women should do is cook and clean, it’s insane!
women give so much to men. they literally carry their babies for them for months, nearly an entire year before officially giving birth to them. it’s the most beautiful and selfless thing they could do.
harry’s grateful for his wife! you’ve given birth to three—maybe more in the future—of his babies. he couldn’t ask for a better woman to be by his side.
after giving birth to hayden, harry picked up the slack around the house. he made sure the kids got up for school, made them breakfast, cleaned around the house, even made sure you got as much rest as you needed!
you didn’t understand how lucky you’ve become with a husband like harry. sure, the two of you had shit in the past, but you worked it out and now you’re both doing so well. you’ve heard and read plenty of stories about someone else’s partner not being their for them or helping out when it came to their kids and household duties. you would never understand how one could treat their girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, or wife like that!
sure, harry wasn’t perfect. he’d done some pretty shitty things in his earlier career, but he’s never neglected your children. he’s always been an amazing father. you knew no matter what had happened to you and harry, if you would have gotten a divorce years ago, he’d be there for his babies. for that you loved him!
sure, he’s doing the bare minimum. but you give credit where it’s due because some men don’t do shit!
“hi, hayden! can’t believe you’re already two weeks old. you’re gonna be daddy’s best friend, huh?” harry coos at his son.
he couldn’t get enough of his son being in the world. he loved all his children so much! harry didn’t know what he’d do if he wasn’t a dad.
“daddy, we’re home!”
“who’s that, baby? is that your big brother and sister? yeah! they’re back from school. let’s go say hi, huh?”
harry heads downstairs. he spots his daughter heading for the cabinet for a small snack while his son sat at the table and started his homework.
“how was school, pay-pay?”
“it was so cool, daddy! misses lane made us draw our favorite things! i drew you on stage.” payton hands her father the drawing.
harry smiles happily. payton was definitely artistic. she could already draw really well for a seven year old.
“this is good, baby! im gonna hang it on the fridge.”
“where’s mamma, daddy?”
“she’s resting, baby. remember what i told you? mamma needs all the rest she can get. she just had your baby brother so she’s gonna be extra tired. did you need something from her?”
payton hums.
“maybe i can help?”
“well, all the kids at my school talk about having two grandmas. mama said grandma rose died when she was young. how’d she die, daddy? mamma never told me.”
harry eyes widened. he didn’t expect her to ask that. he honestly didn’t know if he should answer or wait for you to wake up and tell her. corbin looks at his father with a bit of a sad smile. he knew how difficult it was for you to talk about. it’s one of the reasons why corbin never asked either. he didn’t want to upset you.
payton was still young. she didn’t understand too much. she was getting older nonetheless, it made sense as to why she was curious.
“oh, baby. nana rose, she was an amazing woman to your mama. she just—she was really sick,”
“like the sniffles?”
harry shakes his head. “it was a different kind of sick. you know when you’re sad sometimes?”
“mhm!”
“well, nana rose was sad all the time. it made her really really sick and she—well the bad thoughts she had ended up killing her, baby.”
payton didn’t understand too much. corbin got it right away. he felt really bad for his mom. you were barely six years old when she apparently ended her life. he could only picture a six year old you crying in his grandfathers arms, confused to what happened to your mom. his heart broke for you. corbin wouldn’t know what to do if you ended your life. he’d probably blame himself for a long time. thinking he wasn’t a good son.
“does mamma have photos of grandma?”
“she does! im sure if you ask really really nice she’ll show you, yeah?”
payton hums before pulling out her own homework. harry walked back upstairs to put his son down. he sighs as he thinks about the conversation he’d just had with your seven year old.
“dad?”
harry turns around. he sees corbin give him a sad look.
“why didn’t mom tell me?”
harry grabs his son hand. “she likes to talk about the good memories she had with her mother. talking about how sick she was makes her sad.”
“what—what happened?”
“your nana loved her babies, don’t get confused! your mom talks about how much she adored her six beautiful kids, how she’d read to them at night, make their sandwiches into different kind of shapes, sing to them, dance with them, make them laugh. but she was broken inside. she was diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was thirteen. ever since she was in and out the hospital. when she was sixteen she met your grandpa. it was love at first sight! in a way, he helped her a lot, just by being there. her medication was working better, she opened up a lot more to her therapist, she laughed more. she was starting to become herself again. but when she had your uncle ryan, that’s when things turned bad again. she’d now been a mom of four and your grandfather, though a great man, worked pretty much all day and night. this led her to a dark path once more. by the time she had your mom, she’d been in and out of the hospital more times than you could count. she ended up having an accident, she hurt your mom. it was accidental, but this sent her over the edge. your grandmother thought it was best and safer for her and her family to end her life.”
“how’d she hurt mom?”
harry bites his bottom lip.
“you notice that scar on your moms back?”
“the big gash?”
“yeah, your grandma had an episode and cut her pretty deeply. your mom had to undergo surgery and everything. she lost a lot of blood but obviously she survived. it broke your grandmas heart.”
corbin heart breaks even more.
“can i—can i go and hug mom? i know she’s sleep, but—”
“sure kid! go!”
corbin nods before heading to your bedroom. he sees you sitting up with a book in your hand. he goes to hug you tightly.
you were surprised but hugged him back. “what was that for?”
“just love you, mom!”
you smile hugely.
“love you too, kid!
#jqhotchner#jqhotchner masterlist#harry styles x black!reader#harry styles x you#harry styles series#harry styles x reader#harry styles fluff#dad!harry styles x reader#sea view jqhotchner
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hi i’m gonna yap about Five Nights at Freddy’s
cw abuse, murder
okay so i rlly am just gonna spill my noggin rn cause it’s late and im Thinking.
so basically i’m trying to rlly put together my au here, greg centric cause im soooo hyperfixated on him rn.
ik security breach is supposed to be set in the future or smth but im not having none of that no siree it’s either gonna be set in present day or time ambiguous with 80s-early 2000s vibes!! but also like the timelines so messed up just ignore it for now (for story reasons mike, will, evan, elizabeth, etc. are all here too alive in well. it’s kinda like a timeline splurge.)
greg grows up in a pretty unstable home. he loves his mom a lot even tho she’s distant and not the greatest. greg’s dad was abusive so she left, taking him with her. from there on she just kinda floats from guy to guy, a lot of them rlly abusive towards both her and greg. when he’s young, one of the men end up pulling a gun on his mom, greg’s only like 7 so he obviously goes to call the police but the man throws him out and locks the door. gregory spends hours pounding on the door trying to get back in. it starts to rain and he’s cold, hungry, and scared. enter everyone’s favorite william afton!!!
very much midnight motorist. the purple car pulls up on the road behind him. william gets out to lend a hand. he can’t just let this little guy sit here in the rain!!! greg’s not like the other kids, he’s cautious and jumpy and doesn’t talk to strangers. greg’s seen him around, heard stories.
will offers to give him a ride, a dry set of clothes, but it’s clear the kids not having it.
right as will goes to grab him, the neighbors come out. williams forced to hand him over, posing as a good samaritan.
he’s seen him before. he’s in evan’s grade. he makes sure to keep an eye on him, just doing his part!
gregory ends up going in and out of some pretty bad foster families, getting kicked out, sent back, etc. after a particularly bad run that left him with a lot of physical/emotional scars, gregory runs away.
he makes it a week. cold, tired, sick, and hungry before who other than good ol bill afton shows up!!!! gregory has no other choice but to accept his offer. will takes advantage of greg’s situation and background. he lets him get into the diners and plex free of charge, even lets him beta test some of the games!!! no wonder he gets such high scores :) wills given him so much, the least he could do in return is let him use his mind sometimes!!
basically from here the entirety of ggy happens, accept greg’s finally able to snap out of it before killing tony. afton/glitchtrap gives him a choice. him or tony. the next day tony wakes up in his bed with no recollection of the night before and greg’s desk at school empty. cassie calls tony crying, having heard her dad mention an “incident” at work. gregorys missing posters go up around hurricane days later.
sb takes place and gregory is missing a lot in his memory. he knows who he is, some of his friends, but that’s about it. he’s still living on the streets and since summer started he no longer gets school lunches and amenities so he sneaks into the plex.
okay this isn’t thru but i’m going to bed pls talk to me about this. greg’s got mad tism btw ok hit post
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#gregory#fnaf gregory#gregory fnaf#security breach#fnaf security breach#fnaf sb#michael afton#william afton#evan afton#crying child#tony becker#ggy#fnaf ggy#beckory#cassie#fnaf cassie#fnaf ruin#fnaf au
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Hi tumblr directioners,
So idk if anyone will see this but I want to share my personal experience as a directioner in the wake of losing Liam Payne.
I’ll be honest, I wasn’t a die-hard fan the whole time the band was together, but I was IN IT my freshman and sophomore years of high school.
It was 2011-2013, I was a teenage girl going through some tough stuff at home. And by “some stuff” I meant my dad was dying of brain cancer, and we moved to a new state where I didn’t know anyone. My dad passed away end of summer before my freshman year. I missed the first 2 weeks of school, got unenrolled, had to re-enroll, then got put on the counselor’s list of people to keep an eye on.
Of course I was depressed and antisocial and anxiety ridden starting at a new school. I moved from VA to TX and the culture shock was real I can’t lie. Then I heard some girls in my freshman English class talking about one direction. I had heard of the band but never really gave them any attention.
I remember going home that day and memorizing all the words to the Up All Night album in my living room. I remember making lyric art with the *skinny* crayola markers, and dedicating every tumblr post to 1D so that I could make friends and not feel like such an outsider. I remember having a common interest with other girls that made us feel like a community.
Then twitter got big and the #bring1Dtome challenge happened iykyk. (It was a really big deal okay) we stayed up all night and competed in a series of challenges with other directioners across the country. Long story short #bring1DtoDallas won the contest.
The only way to get into the private album signing before the concert (a prize of the contest and one directions first American performance) was to buy an album from the Barnes and Noble store in the mall. If you were the first 150? (Idk the number) of people in line then you’d be given a free poster and a WRIST BAND to get into the concert at the then named, Dr Pepper Ballpark, along with your collectors edition album.
So, naturally me and my 3 new (and only) friends piled into my 17 yr old older sister’s hand-me-down Yukon XL and slept at the mall the night before. (Duh). We blasted Up All Night songs with other directioners until after midnight and didn’t sleep at all because we were soooo excited.
Then morning came, people started lining up at 3am, news crews were there, mall security was there it was a big thing, this was at the Stonebriar mall in Frisco Tx for any of my older fans who know what I’m talking about.
So the doors aren’t going to open until 7am, mall opens at like 6am (don’t quote me on these times I’m guesstimating). 5:30 rolls around and we take a lap to assess if we can even get a spot in line… for those of you who don’t know— stonebriar is a two floor mall and the Barnes and noble has two entrances one on each floor, it’s one of the first stores near the parking garage entrance.
5:45am-The line is wrapped around the side of the mall at the bottom level. My friends and I start to lose hope of getting these wrist bands.
5:57am- our spot in line is shit my older sister realizes we’re disappointed and she says she “didn’t sleep in the car for no reason. You’re getting those wrist bands, follow me”.
5:59am: My friends and I haul ass to the second floor entrance and my sister says “when they open the door walk in, go down the escalator, sit in line and act like you were there the whole time.” And we did.
We got our wristbands and albums. We were on the news (in the background of someone else’s interview lol) and we started the countdown for the concert.
Let me add some additional context. I was a 14 year old girl who’s dad just died, who lived with a depressed mom, an unmedicated schizophrenic oldest sister who had just had a baby (so my niece, who was born 3 days before my dad died), a bipolar 17yr old older sister who had anger issues, and two younger siblings in elementary school that i’m trying to shelter. The living environment wasn’t great to say the least, cops were called multiple times (by me). No charges were pressed.
My dad was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer when I was starting 8th grade, it was aggressive, treatments were expensive, our house in VA was foreclosed, my mom moved us to TX bc she had distant family there and available family grave plots, his cancer progressed and he passed away in August 2011.
We moved to TX in May 2011 at the end of my 8th grade year. Beginning of Summer before freshman year my mom moved my dad into hospice care. We would go to visit every other day and take turns feeding him and telling stories and it was heavy and sad. He passed away 2 days before school started.
One direction was the only thing I had to escape and bring any sense of joy in such a heartbreaking time. They brought me so much comfort, they brought me friends, they brought me a sense of being a normal teenage girl who’s dad didn’t have cancer, who’s sisters weren’t attacking each other, and who’s mom wasn’t threatening to 0ff herself.
So anyways, we got albums signed before the concert. it was very quick not like a meet and greet, they were all sitting in a row at a table, we walked through in a line and spoke to them all I was so excited I forgot to record on my camera, everyone was sweating bc it was 105 degrees outside, best day ever!! they were even cuter in person.
I just want to thank every Directioner who ever made me feel less alone as a struggling 14 year old. And I want to say that if you’re grieving Liam or one direction you’re not alone, I’m there with you. They were my safe space and loving them was…is a personality trait.
Anyways I stored those albums in a closet my junior year, then went through a house fire where everything got smoke damaged. We moved like 6 times that year. It was rough.
idk why I haven’t cleaned the albums but that’s what it is, and it’s a sobering reminder of the fact that I was going through so much but these boys were always there for me. I’ll clean them soon.
I’ll never be a boy-band obsessed teenager again, and I’m thankful to those boys for giving me happy memories during that time of my life.
If you read all that thank you and I love you 💓
#one direction#directioners#liam payne#payno#harries#Niallers#bring1DTomechallenge#bring1DtoDallas#fangirls#personal#love#potluckofmybrain#memories#moments#rip liam#rip liam payne#x factor#harry styles#liam payme#niall horan#zayn malik#louis tomlinson#larry stylinson#teenage dirtbag#bring1DtoMe#one direggtion#1d#1direction#1d imagines#1dsource
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making an aesthetic out of not doing well
ross macdonald + teen!daughter!reader
warnings: uh okay, language???? i think, public school, mentions of bullies, mentions of absent momma, my brain isn’t working lmk what else i missed, angst (but ofc i mean it’s me), fluff ending
a/n: this one is for @ccsandman and @ccsandman only🙏🏽 (that was a joke plz enjoy)
It could be because you started in the middle of the year or your academic achievements, or simply because they hated you, but you were the bullseye on everyone's target for some reason. It had been three months since you started back in public, in-person school. You loved online schooling. You could still have your friends, you were ahead nearly 2 whole grade levels, and you had your father through it during the whole thing. Granted, tagging along on a world tour with your dad and his best friends as a 14-year-old was unconventional on paper, it was fun. You two made it work, and you loved the little life the two of you had created. Your father was always overprotective. You were his heart and soul, his only child, how could he not be? He was always ready to hurt whoever broke your heart and knew you better than the back of his hand. He raised you alone, his only child, starting at the ripe age of 20. A young love turned sour. They were madly in love and were determined to make it work, but as the years went on, your mother had enough and left. He had his support systems (none of which being your mother) and was set on creating the best life possible for you.
You came through the back door like you normally do. You never said a word. No “Hey, I’m home.” or “Hello!” today. Instead, you went straight to the kitchen and found your dad in his usual spot on the counter. He was prepping dinner like normal, making a point to sit and have meals with you now that he was on a break from touring. You didn't say anything. You just dropped your bag at your feet and ran into your dad from the side. You rocked him a little bit which made him smile, not expecting the embrace.
“Hey, how was school?” He asked, putting the utensils down and wrapping his arms around you. You stayed quiet for a second, letting a few tears slip out and silently hoping your dad wouldn’t notice. He raised you your entire life. You both practically spent almost every second of every waking day together. Sometimes it felt as if he knew you better than you knew yourself. You could try and play your emotions off as much as you wanted to, but he could see right through you.
“It was fine.” You mumbled into his chest. He paused for a second. After a moment you quickly moved out of his embrace and walked away, afraid that he was going to catch your tears. It was too late though. “Woah, woah woah. It doesn’t sound fine. What happened?”
You shrugged and grabbed your backpack. “Nothing. I’m fine. I just needed a hug.”
“Y/n Macdonald.” You stopped. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards him. “Stop lying.”
“I’m not lying!” You yelled defensively.
He did his iconic dad pose, hand on the hips with a tilted head and all. “You’re being 100% truthful with me?”
You broke, you couldn't take it anymore. Plus it was no use fighting him when you knew he was right. You buried your face in your hands and your dad slowly melted off his stoic pose and pulled you into a tight hug. “Breathe,” he whispered. You did as he said. He guided you through each breath “Again.” Eventually, your sparatic breathing slowed and you pulled away. You sat up straight, trying to look ‘normal’, still ready to convince him that nothing was indeed wrong. He wasn't about to have it though.
“Now, I’m going to ask you again, and I would like for you to answer me honestly. Okay?” You nodded. He took a breath before continuing. “Hi, darling. How was school today?”
You finally met his eyes. “It was so shit, Dad.”
He sighed and you started, “I hate that school, everyone there is stupid pricks who think that everything is about them and everything revolves around them. And my teachers don’t give a shit about their behavior and let them do whatever the hell they want and I’m left to deal with the repercussions. And I have so much fucking homework and I’m so overwhelmed.” He pulled you into a hug, tighter than before, and kissed your forehead. He led you to the couch and you immediately fell into him. He chuckled a bit at how you got so comfortable so easily. “And I don’t know why but I’m starting to not sleep again and it’s pissing me off I got 2 hours of sleep last night combined and everything just sucks. And you're about to leave in a couple of weeks and I don’t want you to leave.”
You sobbed into him. He just did his best to comfort you, not entirely sure if he should speak yet. “I’m sorry.” You said.
He suddenly grew confused. “For what?”
You shrugged, not entirely sure how to make your point. “For you having to…deal with me?”
“I'm your father, it’s kind of my thing.” You laughed and fell into him again. He continued. “I’m sorry I thought you would like real school, making new friends, instead of being stuck to a computer screen all day.”
“I’m doing that anyway, but this time it’s just inside a bland, brick building. And I do have friends, it’s just that none of them go to my school.”
Ross thought for a moment. On one hand, he wanted you to be ‘normal’, but most of all he just wanted you to be happy. “You know I have my doubts-”
“I know…”
“But if it’s what’ll make you happy then let’s do it.”
You shot up. “Does that mean I can come with you!?”
He gave you a look.“...I’ll think about it.”
“EEP! Im texting George to let him know!” You said, getting up to head to your room, and pulling out your phone is the process.
“I didn’t say yes yet!”
You looked back at him. “But I know you will.”
And you were right. You always had him wrapped around your little finger. Ross let out a sigh. “Yeah, I will.”
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PBS Kids Shows I Have Nostalgia For
Sesame Street (don’t @ me, it was the only thing on at 7:00 am or whenever the heck I’d wake up for school)
Super Why! (didn’t mind it. The pea girl actually inspired one of my current EAH OCs)
The Magic School Bus (duh)
Bill Nye the Science Guy (duh again)
Arthur (not my fav, but a classic)
Clifford (I was OBSESSED with the movie as a kid)
Liberty’s Kids (my dad showed it to us via YouTube. It’s amazing)
Curious George (didn’t like it as much, but it was on all the damn time, so I still remember a lot about it. Now I feel a tad bit of nostalgia for it)
Word Girl (not my fav for SOME REASON. Love it upon rewatching it. Still loved the villains as a kid)
Word World (rarely watched it, but sometimes caught it, and it facinated me)
Martha Speaks (yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhh baby now we’re talking. Mainly my sib’s fav, but I grew to love it, and we named our dog Martha. I also have most of the theme song memorized)
Sid the Science Kid (hated it, but I had a short attention span, so I would watch it anyways. Might’ve had a crush on the teacher. I liked the repetative formula. I still remember the germs episode)
The Electric Company (2009) (underrated. Facinated by the lore. Love the opening. Cried when it was cancelled)
Dinosaur Train (same feelings as Curious George)
The Cat in the Hat Knows a Lot About That (I found it both annoying and fun)
Wild Kratts (FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!! This show was my special interest for years. It goes hard. My dad still makes references to it. We memorized the theme song. I love this show so much. Martin was my biggest crush at the time. I would die for this show)
Odd Squad (Masterpiece. Can’t get enough of it. Didn’t watch every season, but still love it to death. Bought the movie and I still watch it sometimes. Mom loves it too. Me and my sib would never miss an episode. I still remember the premiere. We were eating breakfast in front of the tv, when a new show came on. “Huh, must be a new show,” my mom said. We decided to just sit through it and watch the first episode. And oh boy, by the time it ended, I decided that I was gonna watch this show every morning and Wild Kratts every afternoon. And that’s how it all began. Still need to finish the series)
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So yeah, I was a huge PBS Kids kid growing up. Didn’t have cable, and I’m honestly glad, because then I wouldn’t have had all these growing up. And I’m so glad I had them.
#pbs#pbs kids#nostalgia#childhood#sesame street#super why!#the magic school bus#bill nye the science guy#arthur#clifford the big red dog#liberty's kids#curious george#word girl#word world#martha speaks#sid the science kid#the electric company#the electric company 2009#dinosaur train#the cat in the hat knows a lot about that#wild kratts#odd squad
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don't you have some headcanon about athy? or lucathy maybe?
A couple! I tend to stick with the canon depictions of characters, so most of these are supported by canon in one way or another.
— About Lee Jihye/Athy in Korea: She practiced volleyball in high school (no reason why, I just like it), she likes to drink when her wallet allows it (my girl deserves to unwind after work), she is a nerd/weeb (@lithi reminded me of the anime references she made in the novel, i.e. wondering if she was like an anime waifu/figure to the royal wizards lmao, so it's kinda canon). Oh, and she had a potty mouth!
— Athy talks in korean when she is alone. It bothers Lucas that he can't understand her because he feels left out. Athy teaches him eventually, but only curse words.
— Lucas is touch-starved (he slept for at least a couple of centuries, and I can't imagine him being very touchy with his teacher when he was alive), so he loves when Athy initiates any kind of physical contact, no matter how small, though he is too prideful to ever admit it. He loves headpats the most (kinda canon).
— Athy borrows (steals) Lucas' wizard cloak.
— Athy figures out she can basically get Lucas to do anything with a kiss as a reward, she uses this knowledge for evil. Lucas ends up developing a pavlovian reaction to Athy asking for favors and gets upset when she doesn't ask anything of him for a couple of days.
— You know how when you mention liking X thing to your grandparent/dad, they'll gift you TONS of said thing for years? Lucas is the exact same with Athy (canon as well).
One morning, Athy wakes up to the sight of her room filled with crates and crates of strawberry jam.
Athy: What the fuck...
Lucas (smug): This dating thing is so easy.
— Lucas consults Athy's romance books for dating advice (canonized by Spoon). It leads to cringe yet hilarious results (also canonized by Spoon).
— By passing around memory stones with recordings of Athy at the debutante when she was missing, Claude inadvertently created the first fancam in history. Athy is everyone's idol (canon).
— Lucas was never afraid of Claude disapproving of him courting Athy. The person he truly feared was Lily. As he should.
— Lily and Seth give Lucas the shovel talk. Hannah chuckles nervously in the background because she knows they mean every word (Lily went against Claude multiple times without fear, Seth wanted to smash a vase against his head, of course they would give Lucas hell).
— Lucas acts as if he doesn't know how to knot a tie so Athy does it for him in the mornings. Strangely, he has started to wear ties a lot lately.
— Nox kicks Lucas out of the bed.
#these are just silly#tho i try to keep it mostly in-character cuz i dont like headcanons that heavily stray from canon (just my personal taste)#wmmap#lucathy#too lazy to tag everything. its 3am god help me
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Baked With Love | Albus Potter x Scorpius Malfoy Oneshot
Dear Al,
I hope your winter break is going well. Mine has been quite nice, mom has gotten me a lot of candy since I’ve been back.
Anyway, mom’s birthday is coming up soon and I was hoping you’d come to the manor this Friday to help me bake a cake for her?
I know your dad might not let you but I really hope you can. It would be nice to see you again, I miss you quite a bit.
If you’re able to come I’ll share some of my candy with you. Maybe if you tell your dad that he’ll be more open to letting you come.
Well, I hope I’ll see you Friday.
With Love,
Your best friend Scorp.
Albus’ eyes scan over the letter from Scorpius as he starts to smile. It drops slightly as he tries to think of a way to get his dad to say yes.
He stays in his room for the majority of the day making up multiple scenarios in his mind of how he could ask and what his dad would respond with.
Most of the scenarios ended up in no’s frustrating Albus. Eventually he falls backwards onto his bed letting out a sigh. “Why does this have to be so hard?” He mumbles out through his hands that are lying on his face.
A small knock makes Albus turn towards his bedroom door as he lets out a small “come in” to whoever is on the other side.
Harry opens the door and takes a few steps into the room. As his eyes land on Albus on his bed he is already starting to sit up.
“Is something wrong?” Harry asks, concerned with the sad look on Albus’ face. Shaking his head he sits up a bit straighter. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” Harry sighs while patting Albus on his head. “Alright, well dinner is ready downstairs.”
Albus nods as Harry readjusts his glasses. He takes one last glance at Albus before walking out and downstairs.
Sitting on his bed for a few more minutes Albus eventually gets up and heads down towards the dining room. As he enters he takes the last open seat next to James and across from his sister, Lily.
The Potter family’s dinners usually went by normally. James would either talk about quidditch or his girlfriend, most of the time both. Lily would talk about her friends and complain about her glasses, and Albus usually stayed quiet.
Today wasn’t any different. Conversation flowed easily from topic to topic as Albus listened. His mind started to drift to Scorpius’s letter causing him to get distracted. When Albus looks up from his plate he sees his mom staring at him.
He glances around quickly before speaking up. “Sorry, did you say something? I didn’t hear you.” Ginny just gives him a small smile. “Something on your mind Al?” He’s not used to hearing that name from anyone other than Scorpius. Scorpius, he just can’t get that boy out of his mind lately.
“Can I go to Malfoy Manor this Friday to help Scorpius bake a cake for his mom’s birthday?” Albus blurts out very quickly causing Lily and James’s side conversation to go silent.
“I wanna go see Scorpius too.” Lily wines pushing up her glasses. “Well you didn’t get invited.” Albus bites back causing James to let out a loud laugh. As Lily and Albus are in a heated stare down Ginny gives Harry a knowing look.
Harry’s voice breaks their stare down as Albus’s head whips in his direction with a schooled expression. “If you really want to go then I don’t see any reason to say no.”
He blinks a few times absorbing what he just heard his dad say before a smile engulfs his face. “Really? You’re really letting me go?” Albus asks, his smile making the question sound extra cheerful.
Harry nods while Ginny just smiles. “Yes Albus, I’m fine with you going.” Ginny rubs Harry’s back supportively, happy that he’s putting off his feelings for the Malfoy family.
For the rest of their dinner Albus is sitting with a smile on his face while everyone else flows back into their normal everyday conversations they have at dinner.
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Albus wakes up early on Friday which he immediately regrets since he’ll have to find something to pass the time until he can floo to the Malfoy Manor.
He decides to stay in his room for most of the day, using more time than needed to reread Scorpius’s letter over and over again. Thankfully for him it passed the time quickly and he was out of his room and to the fireplace quicker than anyone in his family had seen him move before.
Ginny and Harry are sitting in the living room when Albus appears and they help him get the floo powder ready as they give him some small encouragements to have a nice time and some reminders, as well, to not get into any trouble.
He nods quickly at them signalling he’s ready to go. With one last goodbye Albus waves to his parents before saying “Malfoy Manor” while dropping the floo powder into the fireplace.
Albus steps out of the Malfoy’s fireplace and Scorpius immediately walks into the room as he hears the sound of the fireplace.
“Hi, Albus!” Scorpius smiles excitedly seeing Albus enter the manor. It’s clear he has already prepared a lot of ingredients for the cake due to his slightly messy apron.
Albus smiles at him with a faint blush on his face. “Nice apron.” He playfully teases Scorpius grabs his hand dragging him into the kitchen.
“Thank you.” Scorpius chuckles as they both enter the kitchen, and he pulls out a notebook that is filled with different cake recipes.
They had already decided to make a red velvet cake for his mother’s birthday, what remains is for them to decide the toppings and decorations. “Here’s an apron for you too.” Albus smiles at him, putting it on.
“Want to start on making the cake first? Then we can decide the toppings and decorations later in the process?” Albus asks, stumped on how to decorate the cake right now.
Scorpius looks at him with a relieved expression. “Yeah, let’s start on the red velvet cake.” He opens the cookbook to the page with a red velvet cake recipe. “Here’s the recipe.”
As Scorpius starts reading through the recipe and listing down the ingredients and procedures Albus gets slightly distracted staring at him. “We’re going to be busy with this one…”
When he finishes talking I turn my head to look at the recipe book to hide my blush that’s forming. Scorpius is too busy reading through the recipe to notice the blush that is starting to form on Albus’ cheeks.
However, as he’s listing down the ingredients one by one, Albus keeps gazing at him, getting lost in every little feature of his face.
“We’re going to need to break some eggs and measure out some flour.” Scorpius looks at him and smiles innocently.
“Alright, I’ll get the eggs.” Albus says as he moves towards the fridge and scans over the shelf’s until finding the eggs. He grabs the whole carton and walks back to the counter.
Scorpius chuckles as he sees Albus bring the whole carton of eggs over to the counter. “We only need four of them, you know.”
“What if one of the egg’s ran away? Then we’d have to walk all the way back to the fridge to get another one.” Albus jokes, causing Scorpius to smile.
“Yeah, we definitely don’t want that to happen.” Scorpius plays along as his smile grows. “The eggs have a tendency to be escape artists. I hope the flour will stay in the bag.”
Albus and Scorpius laugh as they both continue to joke about how the ingredients might run away as they measure everything out. After a few minutes of preparing, the batter is complete.
As Scorpius is reading the next steps Albus glances at the bag of flour and takes another look at him before grabbing some into his hand and hiding it behind his back.
“Hey Scorpius,” He starts off to get the boy’s attention. “Yeah Al?” Scorpius looks up from the cookbook he’s reading, wondering why he said his name like that. Albus walks closer to him with a grin on his face.
Scorpius realizes too late that Albus is planning to throw the handful of flour. He looks at him with a horrified expression but before he can react Albus has already thrown the handful of flour straight onto Scorpius’s face.
Most of the flour landed on his apron but a bit of it managed to get on Scorpius’s face. Albus puts a hand over his mouth to try to stop himself from laughing.
Scorpius just stares at him for a second with the most annoyed look on his face before he realizes he looks silly with flour all over his face. The blonde can’t help but start laughing too, and his laughter spreads to Albus.
He grabs his apron and starts wiping the flour from his face and hair. He looks up at Albus still laughing. “I couldn’t help myself. I've been thinking about doing it since you’ve had the flour out.” Albus says in between laughter.
“And the timing just felt right.” Scorpius chuckles, then his mind suddenly takes a turn and what happened next is completely unexpected.
He grabs a handful of flour from the bag, turns to Albus with a mischievous look on his face and starts walking towards him. “Let’s see how you like it.”
“Nuh-uh no you don’t.” Albus yelps as he runs around the kitchen trying to avoid Scorpius. He laughs loudly and starts chasing Albus around the kitchen.
Running around frantically Albus tries to avoid getting a handful of flour to the face but Scorpius’s speed catches up to him and he manages to throw an entire handful of flour onto Albus.
As they are both covered in flour and laughing, Scorpius manages to pin Albus against the wall. Albus wipes his face off with his hands getting some more flour on his apron. Giving up on removing all the flour off of him he glances up causing his eyes to meet Scorpius’s. Albus blushes as Scorpius follows suit.
Scorpius suddenly feels slightly nervous when he realizes that he has pinned Albus against the wall and notices how close they are to each other.
“I think you grabbed a bigger handful of flour than I did.” Albus jokes trying to focus on something else other than his growing blush.
“It looks that way.” He replies slightly breathless. They are so close to the point they can feel their body heat radiating off of each other. Scorpius’s hands slowly move to Albus’s waist as the same thought runs through their heads.
The silence between the both of them is deafening as they stare at each other. Scorpius slowly looks down at Albus’s lips and without thinking he leans towards him. Before either of them can process what’s happening Scorpius closes the gap pressing his lips against Albus’s.
Scorpius’s lips are soft and warm, and when they meet Albus's lips his body instinctively responds and kisses him back. It feels right, more than right to both of them.
After what seems like an eternity they eventually part, causing Albus to stare at the boy in front of him still not sure whether what happened actually happened.
Scorpius clears his throat nervously. “Uh- well, I guess that was unexpected.” He looks at Albus with a look that makes it obvious he doesn’t regret it, he wants to kiss him again.
“Unexpected is an understatement.” Albus breaths out, still processing what happened. “It was… nice though.” He continues muttering the last part.
Scorpius smiles widely, grabbing Albus’s waist and kissing him again. This time his kiss is more passionate and they stay there taking breaths in between every so often leaving the unfinished cake to be forgotten about.
In the end, Albus had to ask his dad if he could come back the next day to help finish up the cake. Scorpius and him decided it would be best to tell their parents they accidentally burnt the first cake which is why they needed tomorrow to redo it.
The cake did not get finished the next day either. Astoria did eventually get her cake though, just not a homemade one like originally planned.
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EPISODE 19 TRIVIA:
- PRAISING YAKKO FOR HIS ACTING BC HE MADE THE REST OF THEM REALLY EMOTIONAL. well deserved.
- a chorus of "fuck mark hes such a shitty dad" from all of them . however i am immune to this bc unfortunately i love mark . he sucks so bad (affectionate)
- the phrase "gaslight, gatekeep, gillion tidestrider" came up. i know you have not listened to riptide so this is mostly just for me but i am CRACKING up over this
- "okay i wanna know. yakko how do you feel about the episode" ".... i feel....." << he does not finish this sentence
- "i hope we get to Weekend At Bernies williams corpse"
- ok so theyre talking about how much theyre emotionally invested in alk of their characters and bizly goes "i was watching animatics of my character [<< referring to chip from riptide] earlier and almost cried" this isnt rlly trivia but i love shit like this . i love when the ppl who make a thing are just as passionate about it as fans are and open about that fact. makes me happy
- NEVERMIND THEYRE TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY HATE MARK AGAIN. which i mean. ok. valid. but also free my man.
- grizzly: mark makes me so angry just as a person that it makes it hard to play dakota. dakotas not supposed to be so angry but i cant help it i just want to yell at him
- grizzly thought william possessed the guard by accident at first and he was gonna wake up in the guards body
- condi: can you possess vyncent
charlie: NO????
- now they want to do a body swap episode. i also think this would be extremely funny (they have not done one of those yet :[ )
- i cant remember if this has ever been said in an ep or not but the main w.a.t.c.h base is in space which is why the heroes keep saying theyre off world.
HI ok im gonna try 2 answer the rest of these 2day. forgive me if i don't tho i am doing. my best <3
YAKKO i love yakko. tbh when ashe was first introduced and i watched the video version i thought yakko was a beautiful trans woman. i was incorrect and he is in fact Just Some Guy but thats ok i love guys who are Just Some Guy <3 either way ashe is trans 2 me this headcanon is real and true trust me yakko told me himself
GOD I WISH THEY GOT TO WEEKEND AT BERNIE'S WILLIAM'S CORPSE. how fucking funny would it be if they dragged that thang around school and somehow managed to fool people into thinking he's still alive and well. every day i wish they had done that
I LOVE WHEN PPL ARE INVESTED IN THE CHARACTERS THEY PLAY!!!! big reason i love qcellbit so much. cellbit fucking loved that little guy. every day i curse the universe for ending the qsmp so soon. where is his lore. gimme a conclusion. where is my cat i miss him
WHY DO THEY HATE MARK SO MUCHHHHH thats so funny. world's most hated single widowed divorced dad. give my man a break he doesn't deserve all that <3
A BODY SWAP EPISODE WOULD BE SO SILLY!!!! how would that work for vyncent?? would his classes/headmates follow him to a new body or would whoever he switches bodies with just be stuck with a bunch of fucking guys in their head??? are william's powers connected to his soul or something and not his body so would they follow him to another body or what??? much 2 think about......
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Dear Namjoon | 11
✧ Pairing: kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?
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Once we got home, jimin wasn't there yet. They had practice today. After having my dad question me over and over if I was alright, I finally got away and went upstairs to shower.
My ass had a hand mark and it irritated me, now I had to avoid having sex with namjoon until it went away. Or else he'll end up fighting jungkook. way I was gonna have my period soon. Laying in bed I check my phone, there was over 50 messages from jimin and missed calls too. His last message told me to call him the moment I got home. Namjoon also called and texted me.
I was planning to call, but I fell asleep.
once jimin got home he asked his dad where they went and he didn't say anything in response. but there was a shell on his desk.
he walked into her room, right away hearing her little snores as she slept. Jimin didn't know what to say to you, he did the only thing he could think of and it was to just get into the bed and snuggle with you. he felt like this was more than just you missing your mom. maybe he has been a bit harsh with you lately about the whole boyfriend situation. He wanted you to know that he didn't care who you dated as long as you were happy, even if he didn't like the guy he'd shut up and smile.
he knew you weren't the best at making friends, so maybe you might have trouble with kids but since your his sister everyone would want to be your friend. he couldn't think of anyone who'd bully you, I mean who would have that death wish. Jimin and his six friends would beat them into a pulp.
Like taehyung says, his hands are bisexual. he'll beat a girl if he had to. jimin chuckles at his own thoughts, as he brushes his hand against your hair.
"don't be so sad, please" he whispers, giving y/n a kiss to your forehead.
I woke up to a huge muscular man hugging me, aka jimin.
I wanted to kick him off the bed, cause his body is a walking heater and i hate when it's hot like this. But I knew he came here because I cried earlier.
instead I licked my index finger and stuck it in his ear just as he did to me the other day. His eyes shot open and he grabbed my hand "Really? thats the first thing you do when you wake up" He was totally judging me with that stupid look on his face
"oh shut up, you did that to me first" he chuckles
"how are you feeling?"
"better"
"i'm surprised you called dad"
"I just didn't wanna be at school, and well you had stuff to do anyways"
"you know i'd stop anything if it was fo-"
"i don't wanna put you in a situation like that, anyways there's also dad so" i shrug, he just stared at me. but another reason I didn't tell him anything was because I didn't wanna put more in the hot plate with jungkook and me. I knew that had practice today, me making him leave would only make jungkook more annoyed.
"do you wanna call mom?" I he picks up the covers, looking for his phone that got lost in the bed
"she's probably still sleeping, we shouldn't....i'll talk to her this weekend anyways" he looks at his phone.
"i may have told the guys you left and they were all worried" he shows me his phone, I looked at the chat and I see a lot of messages from the three youngest but namjoon who of course like always tried to seem uninterested
even jungkook was asking how was, fucking hypocrite.
"wanna eat something?"
"like what?"
"what do you want?"
"whatever you make"
"alright, i'll go make something. i'll call you when it's ready"
he gets off the bed and walks towards the door but I call out his name, making him look at me again , smiling brightly.
I wanted to tell him, right there and then. About Namjoon and even about what happened with Jungkook.
he'd be more pissed at jungkook for hitting me, than namjoon for dating me.
but that fucking smile, I couldn't do it
"nothing never mind" I smile back at him.
"ok, i'll call you soon"
Once he left, I knew how deep I was in this shit.
Namjoon texted me saying If I didn't call him he was gonna come to the house. So I had no choice but to call him.
"Look who finally decides to answer" he was mad at me, I could hear it in his voice.
"I was asleep"
"jimin said that, but why didn't you answer me at all"
"I was with my dad"
"what's with all the dry answers, did something happened when you left with jungkook?" his voice hinted as if he knew something. Did jungkook tell him?
"what do you mean?" I hear him sigh "Jungkook heard us the day we came over" Namjoon knew that jungkook heard and he didn't even tell me....Do it tell him what happened today?
"did he say anything rude to you?" forget what he fucking said, he fucking touched me...
"what did he tell you? about that day" I ask him
"he told me I needed to tell jimin about us, or he would"
Fucking dick, he told me to break up with you.
"y/n? something happened didn't it. fucking jungkook I told him not to fucking say nothing to you"
I kept silent, I couldn't tell him what he said or what he did. I was scared.
"y/n, what did he say?"
what if I just told him? he'd Probably just go to Jungkook's place to hit him.
"he didn't say anything...just that we needed to tell jimin" I bite my inner cheek
"that's it?"
"yea.."
"ok" he sighs in relief "If he bothers you about it again, just tell me"
I guess the bitch got a hold on me, cause I couldn't tell jimin or namjoon about what happened today. I felt like crying again.
"namjoon..."
"yeah?"
I wanna see you but I can't..not right now.
I was saved by jimin calling out my name, telling me to come down to eat
"i'm sorry, I have to go eat"
"wait y/n, what if I come over"
"jimin and my dad are home"
"i'll sneak in"
but the hand mark...
"no sex, i'm serious" I tell him with a stern voice
"ok"
"promise?"
"i promise" he laughs
"I don't like having sex when I can't hear you call out my name so I don't mind"
"your annoying" I laugh at his answer
"but you love it"
"yeah yeah, i'm gonna go now"
jimin was already in bed when namjoon got here. he parked his bike away from our house, so jimin wouldn't see it.
my dad was in his office when I went to open the door.
"hey" he smiles
"shhh" i pinch his arm "my dad is in his office, shut up" his brow raises as he looks at me "pinch me again and i'll go back on my promise" holding onto his shoes we walk up to my room, locking the door behind us.
namjoon places his shoes and bag down, pulling his shirt over his head.
"what the fuck are you doing" i yell quietly, covering my eyes. I hear him chuckle "babe, why are you covering your eyes. you've seen way more" he grabs your hands putting them down
"namjoon i'm serious no sex!"
"alright alright, i wasn't planning on making a move on you. calm down"
"then put your shirt back on" i smack his chest
"i sleep without a shirt, and keep touching me i dare you" he grabs my hands.
there he stood in front of me with just grey joggers on "fine, lets go to sleep" I walk past him turning off the lights. I could hear him getting into the bed, as I make my way to the bed in the dark.
As I cover myself with the blanket he pulls me into a hug. we lay there silently for a good three minutes before he speaks up "this is nice, just laying here with you in my arms" he smiles
"I was actually planning to punish you for ignoring my calls all day, but you spent the day with your dad so i'll let it go" he palms your ass, making you flinch.
"namjoon"
"yeah?" If I tell him, will he leave and go beat up jungkook? or will he tell me to just ignore him. this is my fault for wanting him.
namjoon starts to give me multiple kisses on my face "you really thinking of something else while i'm in front of you" he pouts, making me smile "sorry, i just had a bad day"
"what made you upset" I shrug as if I didn't have an answer but I did. Just not a the answer that would do any good for him.
"it's fine, we all have those types of days"
I nod as he talked, I didn't know how I was gonna act in front of jungkook tomorrow. Honestly it bothered me the idea of being near him.
"namjoon, can we meet at the room tomorrow?"
"sure" he mumbles, already dozing off.
"namjoon.." he hums as I call his name
"good night"
"good night babe"
He fell asleep before me, I stared at his resting face as he slept. trying to see memorize everything. I was thinking of jungkook's threat. I have till the end of the month to break up with namjoon or he'll tell jimin.
for it to not get bad, it'll be better if I tell jimin. sitting him down and talking to him.
moving the hair from namjoon's eyes, I knew I couldn't break up with him. I would miss him too much, I don't know what i'd do without him.
once morning came, namjoon was holding me hostage in the bed. telling me he didn't wanna get up.
"namjoon we have school" I pinch his arms "but it's so comfortable being here with you" he whines
"come on, we have to leave before jimin notices" I try to get out of his embrace, only to fail when he hovers over me. his hands on my thighs, he pulls me closer to him "i'll get up after you help me with something" he rubs his erection against my clothed heat "you've got to be kidding me" he has a smug look on his face "no namjoon, i said no sex" i whine, his hands caressing my thighs "are you sure" he grinds against me once more, making me bite my bottom lip "yes"
he hums, his hands going from my thighs to the hem of my shorts, he brushes his thumb on my skin "namjo-"
"y/n?" jimin knocks on the door, "why is your door locked"
namjoon looks at the door and then you, still having his stupid smug look "I'm getting dressed" I say loudly
smacking namjoon's hands away i try to get up but he pushes me down, kissing my neck. I place my hands on his shoulders "namjoon don't you dare" i whisper
"what's taking you so long" jimin says annoyed, he knocks on the door once more
"your brother is very impatient, lets have a quickie" he whispers next to my ear before he continues to leave kisses on my neck
"sorry" i say to jimin, namjoon begins to suck on my skin.
"are you gonna want me to take you to school?" jimin speaks once again
"no., i'll go on my own"
"are you ok?" he says concerned
"jimin, i'm on my period. i'm in pain, i'll be going a bit late today"
"oh...i can't do anything for you? want me to get you anything?" namjoon slides his hand into your shorts and rubs his fingers against your heat "your a little liar, you aren't on your period" he makes you gasp as he pinches your folds
"no, i'm alright. you should go or you'll be late" i hold onto namjoon's hand, trying to stop him from moving it "namjoon please stop" i whisper
"alright then, ill see you at school" he walks away, heading down stairs
"namjoon what the fuck, what if he caught us" he raises his brow, slipping one of his fingers into my entrance making me gasp
"namjoon..no"
"i don't know why your cursing at me. but i don't like it"
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry" i whine, he takes out his finger only to thrust it into me again "i don't like how you gave up so quickly
"you keep saying no sex but yet you get wet so easily, look at how your pussy takes my finger so easily"
I cover my mouth trying to stop myself from making any noise, he smirks at the view underneath him "but i'll do as you said" he smiles, slipping out his finger from inside me making me whine at the emptiness
"namjoon" i pout
"what babe, you said no sex" he licks his fingers before wiping them on his joggers "get up we have to go to school don't we" he smirks, as he gets off of you.
what a bitch you thought, you were horny and he knew it. this was his revenge. two can play this game.
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All That Lives Must Die
part seven of Not More Native to the Heart, the claudius/polonius backstory series! @cleverclove, @moonlarked, @gabriel-shutterson
timeline talk
part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six
When Claudius answers the call he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary, but then he hears Polonius’s voice. “Claudius, thank god! Thank god you picked up, I tried Gertrude but I couldn’t get ahold of her. Listen, I need your help.”
“She’s preparing for a press conference,” Claudius explains, clinging to one last scrap of normalcy before he asks, “What’s going on, what do you need me to do?”
“Can you pick up the kids from school and bring them to the hospital? Her — oh god!” He chokes on his words and breathes wetly before he can speak again. “They say her heart is failing, and there might not even be half an hour of life in her, she probably won’t even wake up in that time.”
“We’ll be there right away,” he promises. Luckily his car still has a booster seat for Ophelia from the time he took them to the aquarium. The whole time he drives to her kindergarten and then to Laertes’s school he’s thinking, “Please hold on, please don’t die yet, let them say goodbye.”
In the main office of the elementary school, Ophelia holds tight to Claudius’s hand, while her other hand clutches her harlequin puppet. “Early dismissal for Laertes Skovbrand,” says the receptionist into her PA microphone. They don’t have to wait long before Laertes comes running, shoelaces coming undone and trailing a backpack he didn’t bother to zip.
He sees Ophelia first and his mouth twists into a frown, but then he sees that she’s with Claudius instead of their dad, and Claudius sees the moment it clicks. “No! No, I’m not ready!” He runs to cover his sister’s ears with his hands before he looks up and asks, “Did my mom die?”
“Not just yet, but we do have to hurry.” He takes Laertes’s backpack from him and zips it up while swinging it onto his shoulder, and he’s only half-faking when he staggers sideways. “What do you have in here, a bunch of bricks?”
“I’m always packed with everything I might need,” he explains seriously. “Just in case something happens and I have to leave early, like today.”
Claudius drops the bag a second before he drops to his knees to wrap Laertes in a hug. It’s clear that the weight of preparing himself for loss is worse than the weight of the books. “You’re doing such a good job, kid,” he promises, hoping this is what he needs to hear and not somehow making it worse. “Not many people your age have had to be as brave as you’ve been, but it’s okay to be scared too, you know. Come on, let’s go.”
He speeds through every red light, thinking only that he will not be the reason the children in the back seat miss their mother.
“You’re breaking the traffic laws!” scolds Laertes. “Are we gonna get arrested? I’m too young to go to jail, I’ve got my whole life ahead of me!”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be a ticket at most, and I’m the only one responsible for that.” But it’s enough to slow him down at least, and when he merges into the left hand lane, the consistent ticking of the turn signal makes him think of Polonius alone, watching a heart monitor get slower by the minute, and his eyes mist up. It’s really ending today. Who could ever be ready?
A sharp honk from behind him is his only answer, and Laertes helpfully reminds him to keep moving. That’s the trick, isn’t it?
As he unbuckles Ophelia in the parking lot he says, “Is it okay to give you a piggyback ride? I know you’re a big kid but my legs are longer than yours and time is of the essence.” She considers this for a moment, then nods, so he crouches for her to hop on. Laertes runs ahead to open doors for them and Claudius moves at a pace only slightly more solemn and dignified, which doesn’t stop him from taking the stairs two at a time. He lets Ophelia down and ruffles her hair before knocking softly on the half-open door.
Polonius sags with relief to see their faces. “Good, you made it,” he says, opening his arms so his children can run to him and hug him around the middle. His face twists as he squeezes them tight and he looks like he’s about to start crying again but he pulls himself together such as he can and says, “Go on in and say goodbye.”
Before he can follow them, Claudius leans in and whispers, “You’re in no state to be driving. I’ll be in the waiting room for you, I promise.”
“No.” It sounds like it hurts just to get that word out.
Ignoring the slash of hurt in his heart, Claudius takes hold of both his shoulders and speaks with the authority of a politician. “Really, Polonius, I must insist. I’d be a terrible friend if I didn’t wait for you at a time like this.”
“No, I mean don’t leave. I can’t face this on my own, I need you here.”
“Oh. Of course I won’t leave, then.” It occurs to him without any warning that he’s close enough to kiss Polonius on the cheek, and he pulls away before they pass through the doorway.
Inside, Ophelia is shaking her mother’s arm while Laertes looks on with his arms crossed, though whether that’s from frustration or an attempt to shield himself from what’s happening here, Claudius couldn’t begin to guess.
“Mommy won’t answer me,” she tells them, sounding shrill and desperate. “She has to say goodbye, right?”
“Oh, honey…” Polonius clasps his hands together to brace himself to continue. “Do you remember what we talked about last week, how sometimes when a person gets sick they don’t get better?” Ophelia nods uncertainly. “Well, that’s what’s happening to your mom now. She’s… her body hasn’t been working right, and she’s been hurting, but soon she’ll be able to rest for good. She can’t talk to you anymore, but she can hear you, so go on and tell her anything you want her to remember on her way to heaven.”
Claudius looks away, feeling this isn’t a scene he should be allowed to witness; he doesn’t want to witness it. But he understands how much it means that he’s been trusted to be here, and he’s filled with so much love it hurts. It hurts to lose so much love, and he’s not even the one who will have to walk around with that hole in his chest for the rest of his life. He’s just here on the sidelines because he couldn’t possibly abandon Polonius and because Caroline is a remarkable woman whose sunlight he wants to absorb for as long as he still can.
Unfortunately he turns to see the clouds hanging on Laertes, who is now fully scowling, his small body all coiled with tension. This isn’t a moment to politely ignore, this is a trap that must be disarmed before someone gets hurt.
“Can you talk to me? What are you thinking now?”
“I’m thinking that it’s not fair!” Laertes mutters.
“No, it’s not.” Laertes relaxes a fraction just to have someone agree with him. “It’s never fair when someone you care about leaves or dies. What else.”
“And I don’t get why Dad’s lying to Ophelia like that! Mom can’t hear us, she’s not conscious, that’s just science, and when you’re dead it’s not like you’ll remember anything from when you were alive.”
“Don’t forget, your sister just turned five, and sometimes a simpler explanation is closer to what she can understand. And even if your mother won’t remember you saying goodbye, you’ll remember this moment and know you’ve said all you would have wanted her to hear if she could.” The alternative is worse, he doesn’t say.
“I just don’t get it!” Laertes bursts out. “I did everything I was supposed to, didn’t I? I even kept my room clean for a whole month, so why wasn’t it enough to save her?”
“It’s just not the kind of thing you can control, kiddo, that doesn’t make it your fault.”
“Then what’s the point! Why even bother trying to be good if people still die?”
Too late Claudius realizes that where an adult might be relieved to hear they’re not responsible for the weight of the world, no kid wants to hear they’re even more helpless than they already thought.
“Well, okay — your mom w- is a good person, wouldn’t you say?”
“Of course she is!” The fierceness of his reply reassures Claudius that he didn’t catch how quickly he’s already started thinking in past tense.
“Does all the goodness she’s put into the world go away or stop mattering today because she won’t be around after this?”
“Well… no, I guess not. What’s your point?”
“The point is that you do the right thing because it’s right, and to make the world a little brighter, not because that stops anything bad from ever happening. What matters is is how you respond to the bad things. So how about you go say goodbye to your mom now?”
“Yeah,” he says, lowering his shoulders on an exhale. “Yeah, I guess I will. Thanks, Uncle Claud.”
Ophelia has just finished giving her mom as big a hug as she can and says, “I love you, Mommy, I’ll miss you sooo so much!” and then Polonius puts a hand on her back to guide her to the side so Laertes has a turn.
“Thanks, Mom, for everything you’ve given me and taught me.” He kisses her cheek and stands as tall as he can. “I promise I’ll make you proud.”
Then all three of them watch as Polonius smooths his wife’s hair as he’s done so many times, and takes her unresponsive hand before he sits in the chair beside her. “Caroline. My partner, my helpmeet, my best friend. You’ve always made me a better man, and you make me laugh, and I wish we’d had forever, but I’m so grateful for every moment we’ve shared. God—” Claudius squeezes his shoulder in quiet support. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you, dear, but I’ll try so—”
He’s interrupted by the beeping of the heart monitor speeding up like crazy for a final second and they’re all left in the strange silence of a flatline tone. Claudius feels as though some cord that had been wrapped tight around all of them has suddenly snapped, leaving them all adrift in separate universes. It doesn’t quite seem real — they’ve been fearing this moment for so long, and none of them ever planned very far ahead for the moments after.
He’s glad he was already touching Polonius, because it’s that much easier for him to slump against Claudius’s shirt and sob his heart out. “Hey, I’m here, I’ve got you, we’ve all got you.” Ophelia slips her little hand into his, and after a moment and a head jerk from Claudius, Laertes is also giving him a hug. “You’re all going to be okay, but you don’t have to be okay just yet.”
There’s a bustle of hospital staff then, with Polonius answering questions mechanically and Claudius jumping in whenever he knows the right response, but they finally get out of there. By the time they’re all walking back to the car, Laertes has grown sullen again. He pushes Ophelia with his shoulder and she almost falls to the floor.
“Hey,” says Claudius. “You know that’s not how we behave.”
“Sorry,” says Laertes without looking back, and Claudius suppresses a sigh.
Even more worrying, Polonius didn’t even seem to notice it happen.
#hamlet#not more native to the heart#claudius#polonius#laertes#ophelia#major character death#my writing#ship: thanks dear my lord#this one is also pretty long; a little under 2k
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Krafter Lore Masterpost
This is mostly just for people in the Eternal Afterparty server, but if anyone ever asks what's wrong with me, I can send them this post as an explanation. Here's, in roughly chronological order, a bunch of my lore
Part of my right ribs is just caved in for some reason. I have no clue why
When I was little I accidentally swished with water from a cup that had previously been used to hold water from our septic system (THE CUP WAS EMPTY AND DRY WHEN I FOUND IT AND THE WATER I SWISHED WITH WAS FROM THE TAP, I guess it just hadn't been cleaned because it was a plastic lego star wars cup). After my dad told me this, I freaked out because I thought I was going to get very sick/die. I vividly remember eating milk and graham crackers while very upset that night
One time I was watching All Hail King Julien while nauseous, and when Mort threw up in the show, it caused me to also throw up
I went to a trampoline park for some kid's birthday party, and they were putting this gas into the air to keep the park clean. It smelled bad, and it made me dehydrated. I also couldn't find the ingredients of it, so that was concerning
I dreamt I was in a McDonalds and slowly going further and further into the future of the McDonalds, eventually the McDonalds was in a creepy and evil forest and all the food sucked
I dreamt that I found Spamton and kept him as a pet, hiding him under my bed and giving him a laptop to scam people with
I dreamt that I went up and talked to some guy, and upon talking to him, the world around me faded and he said something about reality. Then I walked into a school gynasium and did some weird dark magic, which consumed and killed 8 people as part of a sacrifice. The dark magic that ate(?) them formed a big pillar, and then the pillar opened up, and the fucking Among Us imposter walked out of it. I killed 8 people in a sacrifice ritual so I could become an Among Us Imposter (Also Lulu thought I was hallucinating this because I think I forgot to mention it was a dream)
The Haunted Ring. I've already talked about this one so much, ask one of my friends about it
I dreamt that a tiny version of Scourge (Like about as high as my ankle) showed up in my room and started running around, so I trapped him under a cup and then released him outside
I went to a mini-golf course and had a pretty horrible time for several reasons. 1, it was like a hundred degrees out and there was no shade, so I was melting in the sun. 2, after finishing the golf and probably almost getting heatstroke, I got my mom to buy me so lemonade. I drank half the bottle, but it tasted funny, and then I realized that it had been expired for 3 years. I got bored, so I went over to some guy sitting on a bench to give him advice about the expired lemonade, but I stopped myself right after I began talking because I realized the guy was THE OWNER OF THE GOLF COURSE, WHO I HAD JUST BOUGHT SAID LEMONADE FROM LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO. I ran back into the golf course and hid on it because I was so embarrassed, even though I had stopped myself in time
Some anon last year kept asking me why Tails was full of love, like 4 times. They stopped sending in the asks after I said "Because he has love stored in his tails"
I got an anon saying "Krafture the flag" who I talked to for some time, and eventually found out who it was (It was Mikey and one of his friends)
I watched the entirety of Death Note in one day, I started watching it at about midnight while playing Minecraft, and kept going until I reached the end of the first half (Where L died) because I felt like I was going to die. After waking up at 2 PM, I ate some delicious fast food chicken and watched the second half. It turns out that I missed two entire episodes, though, which I watched several days later
I think that's all of the major ones, I am very tired right now though so I almost definitely forgot a few. Oh well
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