#one time another girl pulled me aside and told me 'you know they're making fun of you right?? stop entertaining them'

[luveline]

hi can i request girl dad!aaron 🥺🥺 i am such a sucker for him, anything would be amazing thank you so much <3

hope this is okay!! —you have big news for your small family. 1.5k pregnant!mom!reader

When you first married his father, you weren't expecting Jack Hotchner to like you very much. Losing his mom so young, you wouldn't have blamed him for resenting you, or even hating you. You were like a stranger in his home. 

Things are different now. Jack lays in your lap with his head on your shoulder, and maybe he's a little too old for such a coddling cuddle, but who really cares? You love him and you love holding him, and if he wants some extra comfort tonight you're happy to give it. Plus, you have something you've been meaning to tell him.

“He doesn't have real headlights, did you know?” Jack asks. “They're just stickers.” 

You raise your brows at the car on screen. “No kidding.” You brush your fingers through his hair. He's blonde like his mom, though that blonde has turned brown the older he gets. 

“Race cars don't have headlights.”

“They don't need them,” you say. Jack smiles at you shyly and leans into your neck, clearly pleased. 

You're very, very glad that you ended up being someone he loved. It's a privilege to get to look after him, and to be his step mom. In the same way you're lucky to be Aaron's partner and Jane's mom, too. 

“Think dad's made dinner?” you ask. 

“No, he's probably just talking to Jane.” 

Yes, well. You can't blame him, nor would you want him to stop. He talks to Jane like she understands, and Jane, not even two years old, nearly brand new to the world, soaks him in. You can hear him if you strain, the dulcet cadence of his voice under the steady hum of the dishwasher. 

“That's okay, sweetheart, don't get upset,” he's saying, “it's okay. Come here, I've got you.” 

Jane starts to cry. You and Jack give one another the look, apprehensive in hoping it won't turn into a full blown melt down. 

“Honey?” Aaron calls. “Sorry, where did you put her other pacifier?” 

You kiss Jack's hair. “Sorry, bub. Wanna come with me?” 

Jack wants to stay and watch Cars. You wrap him in a throw blanket and make your way into the Hotchner kitchen, where Aaron rifles through the drawers and cabinets with Jane held snugly to his chest. “I know,” he says, “I know. I'll get it.” 

You nudge him aside. You only know where the spare pacifier is because you put away the wooden spoons last night and pushed it back. You fish for it, a ladybug made of glittery red plastic, and Jane's crying slows as soon as you pull it free. She grizzles while you rinse it, but she settles when you hand it over. 

“This is not the best, is it? The pacifiers?” you murmur. 

“She dropped her other one and it rolled under the oven. And no. Not ideal.” He pats her back gently. “As long as she stops before she gets her big teeth, she'll be okay.” 

“Do you think it's a comfort issue?” you ask. 

“No,” he says. You worry about stuff like this constantly, but he knows kids are more hardy, and he isn't worried. “Sorry for making you get up.” 

He hates when she cries; he may see his kids as a hardy bunch, but he takes their upset as a personal failure half the time. His concern for her overrides his concern for you, but in a few weeks that might change. You can't imagine him calling you to find something again when your stomach is round as a honeydew. 

You've been meaning to tell him about that, too. 

You're not secret-keeping immorally, he does want another baby, but you've been having a little bit of fun. He's gone on cases so often lately that he hasn't been able to keep track of you, or your doctor's appointments.

You watch him with Jane, and you think about him with Jack, and you know he's going to be happy. He's told you as much before. 

“My poor girl,” he says, covering the back of Jane's head with his hand and pulling her under his chin. He looks as fine as ever, tall, dark and handsome to a fault. Jane's lips smack as she sucks and digs her teary cheek into his chest. 

You can feel his gaze on you. “Is now a good time?” he asks. 

You shrug. “For what?” 

“To tell me what you're not telling me.” 

“Oh, busted,” you croon, aiming for his shoulder. 

You do as Jane had and press your cheek to his front, your eye forced shut. 

“What do you think it is?” you ask. 

He makes a strange noise. You can practically hear the possibilities for your secret running through his head. His birthday is vaguely soon, so that's what he'll settle on first. But Aaron likes to disregard the obvious as most people do, only circling back to it when there's no other lead to follow. 

“How big of a secret is it?” he asks, rubbing Jane's back diligently. She makes a happy sound, and for a moment he forgets his plight to kiss the top of her head. 

You speak quietly, carefully, because it is big, huge news. “The pamphlets say it’s about the size of a strawberry.” 

He puts his cheek to Jane's head softly, looking at you in confusion. A second, another, and his eyebrows start to relax, rise, a smile on his lips like it's too good to be true. “You are?” he asks in surprise.

Jack appears in the doorway with the throw blanket trailing behind him. “Y/N, when are you coming back to watch TV?” 

“Jack, lovely, come here. I have something to tell you,” you say. 

Aaron grabs your wrist. When you meet his eyes, he squeezes gently. “You're sure?” he asks. 

“The doctor seemed pretty certain, handsome.” You lower your voice as Jack comes to stand in front of you. “Are you happy?” 

“Happy about what?” 

You put your hand on your stomach cautiously, worried about Aaron and how quiet he's being, and if it's as okay to tell Jack as you'd thought, but that action is what gets him. “I love you,” he says quizzically, as though his being happy is totally dependent on the fact. “Of course I'm happy. This is the best secret you could've kept.” 

“About what?” Jack asks, patting your arm. 

You bend down just a bit to see his face properly. “It's a secret you can't tell anyone for a while, okay? The only people who can know for now are me, you, and dad.” 

“Can I tell Jane?” he asks. 

“Yeah, buddy, you can tell your sister,” Aaron says. 

You peer at him from the corner of your eye, both concerned and pleased to see the wetness ringing his waterline, and the tenderness with which he holds Jane close, his thumb rubbing little circles into her back. 

“I'm going to have another baby,” you say. 

Jack's jaw drops. “Right now?” 

“No, not right now! You still remember last time?” you ask with a laugh, taking his shoulders into your hands. 

“You were crying and shouting for dad to hold your hand.” He pokes your stomach. “So it's like Jane?” 

“Maybe one day, sweetheart. For now, it's just a tiny baby.” 

Jack wants to see your stomach. He's expecting a much bigger bump than you have to offer, but you explain that eventually it'll get bigger again, and he seems quite pleased. Aaron makes sure to give him a hug and ask him if he's okay, to which Jack says, “Yes, but can we have a brother this time?” 

You rub the soft top of your stomach. “I'll see what I can do, Jack.” 

Aaron commandeers your attention, kissing you more times than you can count. You don't think you've ever seen him this happy now the reality has truly set in, asking Jane in his murmur, “Do you want to be a big sister?” 

She gurgles around the pacifier, leaving drool in a line down his chest. 

“I know, honey. I'm excited too. Let's clean you up, mm? And make mommy a cup of hot cocoa…” He narrows his eyes at you. “Would you sit down?” 

“I'm only ten weeks, I'm fine.”

“She's keeping secrets from me, and now she won't do what I'm asking,” he says to Jane. “Can you believe it? Anyone would think mommy doesn't like me as much as she claims.” 

You kiss his cheek. “M'having your baby, Aaron, again.” 

“That is a compelling argument.” He wipes Jane's cheek. “What do you think? Should we forgive her?” Jane laughs. He smiles at you, lovesick. You're not sure who for. “I guess we're letting you get away with this one, sweetheart. But no more secrets.”

“None,” you promise. 

[13as07]

Birthright #10

(Itachi Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Romazeo]

Requested by: No One

Word Count: 3,404

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Brother/Sister Incest

Father/Daughter Incest

Name Calling: Baby Girl, Daddy, Onii-Chan, Princess

Mentions of Child Abuse

Grinding

Hair Pulling

Hint of Masturbation

Titty Groping

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism (more or less)

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"Baby Girl?" Itachi calls, his voice and the light from the hallway teaming up to invade the darkness of my room.

It's been three days since Daddy's angry spell, and despite the fact he's trying his best to make it up to me - gifts, takeout, overflows of affection, and anything else he can think of - he's still fuming when it comes to my brothers.

Like I suspect, he found out about Sasuke's rushed humping of me so he's not off the hook like he would have been. Also, as I suspected, Daddy had his way with me after and made my brothers watch. That got me a few dozen buckets of apologies from my younger brother and my older brother in an ignorance game with our Father.

Other than the few events that took place, I'm off scotch-free, even though it doesn't feel like it. Daddy ruled that aside from anbu missions and clan matters Itachi isn't to leave the house. Until Sasuke's bruised and cracked face is healed, he's not allowed to leave and even then it'll only be allowed for work and clan matters as well.

He insists I can leave and do whatever I want, whenever I want but it'll have to be with him since my brothers are housebound. Spending alone time, or heaven have it, time with Kenzo and him doesn't sound too appealing recently. It's left me cooped up in the house, only leaving when Itachi has a clan issue to deal with.

Another result of my brothers' recent activities has been a string of new house rules. My bedroom door isn't to be closed unless it's just me in the room, if my brothers are in my room the lights need to be on, and my least favorite, I'm required to sleep in Daddy's bed until further notice. It's not all bad, especially since Mom spends most nights with Sasuke in his room.

For the most part, it's the same as usual being in Daddy's room. Some rubbing, some groping, and his wandering hands. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop though, waiting for him to decide he's over his regret of hurting me and is ready to touch me in ways I've always been told Itachi is only allowed to.

     "Can I come in?" He asks, flicking the light switch on, quickly chasing away the darkness. I ignore him, tugging the pillow in my arms closer to my chest.

     I still ache because of Itachi, both physically and emotionally. My lower body still stings, notably less than the day everything happens, but enough that it's uncomfortable to pee let alone sit. I'm still a bit angry he placed his constant war with Daddy above my safety and well-being too.

You should know by now your Onii-Chan is a sad excuse of a man. He won't ever take care of you.

     Daddy's words have been a broken record in my head, intensified by the lack of distraction being cooped up brings me. They amp up even more anytime Itachi is around.

     "I know you're still upset with me," Onii-Chan's velvet voice trudges on, paired with the soft sound of his footsteps. "But I truly am sorry, Baby Girl. I shouldn't have let Dad get under my skin. I love you. So much, Princess."

     He won't ever take care of you.

     I shrug my shoulder, trying to shake off Itachi's touch. It doesn't go away, but it does fall, toying with the skirt I'm wearing. Dresses and skirts are all I've been wearing. They're flowy and light enough that they don't rub against my wounds as much. My wounds are also the reason I haven't worn anything underneath, it hurts too much.

     Itachi's fingertips slide across my skin, irking my skin with stale pain. "Let's do something fun today, okay? I have a team bonding thing with the anbus, you can go as my plus one."

Sad excuse.

"I know what you're thinking," he starts again, his words interrupted by the familiar sound of a bottle snapping open. "Dad's not going to let me take you anywhere, work-related or not." Onii-Chan squeezes the bottle, the liquid, and sounds of disagreement from the bottle twisting with his words.

     Chilliness stabs into my skin, the aloe gel always being freezing no matter what Itachi does to try and warm it up. His hands coat over my behind, spreading the soothing gel over my wounds like he has been doing, every four hours, the past few days. "But I think if you ask he'll be more willing to cave. He's still pretty worked up about what he did. What I caused." The last three words come out quietly, almost silenced by the sound of my breath alone.

     He won't ever take care of you.

     "Please?" Onii-Chan whispers after a few seconds of silence. His tone strained and as watery as it ever gets. "It hurts me to see you cooped up alone in your room. At least try to ask?"

Your Onii-Chan is a sad excuse of a man.

     I let out a sigh, snapping my eyes closed and focusing on the feeling of Itachi and the gel working together to smooth out my pain. "What's the event?"

"It's a beach trip, cookout event."

"What about the whole secret identity thing?"

"It applies to the general public, not our fellow anbus."

"Oh."

Itachi hums, still massaging my aches even though the gel has successfully been rubbed into my skin. "Are you going to ask?"

"I guess."

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     My eyes trail on my fingertip, watching it twirl the strand of my bikini bottoms. I don't like two pieces, I think it exposes too much but Itachi insisted on it, swearing I looked good, that he likes it on me, and that the dark blue of it compliments my skin tone. I know it does, the shade of blue is specific to our clan because it compliments us so well.

     Even from here, I can feel Itachi's hidden stare, eyes locked on me through the crack of his bedroom door. A shaky breath tumbles out of my lungs, shoving negative thoughts to the front. It's no big deal. It's just a question. I'm just asking Daddy a question. The worst he'll do is say no.

     A round of chuckles on the other side of Daddy's office door rings out, each tone shaking my bones in its unique way. I wait for the laughter to die down before gently clicking my knuckles against the door, praying that the knock was soft enough not to be picked up on. If I'm not heard I don't have to ask and I can frame it as being ignored when I tell Onii-Chan.

     "Come in," Daddy's voice booms, anger already laced in his tone. With Mom running errands, he insisted on holding his meetings here today to 'keep an eye on' Sasuke and Itachi. Said meetings came with crystal clear instructions, do not disturb, and I just disturbed the biggest one.

     Slowly, I turn the knob and push the door open, the creak of it seeming like a scream in the silence coating the room. Between ten and twenty pairs of eyes - not including Daddy's - stare at me, the men all cramped in the small space of the office. My Father's eyes are snapped closed, head tilted down, and his fingers rubbing against his temples.

     "Hey Daddy," I whisper, my arms nervously snaking across my stomach, trying to hide some of my exposed skin. Why did Itach have to insist on the skimpiest of swimsuits? It's probably just a 'fuck you' to our Father, or hopes of showing me off if I manage to get a yes.

     "Princess," Daddy coos, his tone cookie dough sweet as he calls for me. His head is back straight, hands fallen from his face, and a loose smile on his lips. "Daddy told you he had meetings all day and not to interpret. I reminded you before this one, specifically. Deniability of knowledge is powerful, Princess. Itachi and Daddy can't keep you safe if you know too much."

     That's the favorite phrase of the males in my family. Deniability of knowledge is powerful. It's usually used when they're planning to do something illegal or frowned upon by the village. Taking recent events of our lives, they're either planning an attack on the Yamanakas - doubtful seeing how their Chief decided not to charge us for our flower order as an apology - or they're planning on how to catch and what to do with the my assaulter. I'm guessing the latter.

     "I know," I whisper, forcing my arms away from my stomach. I jerk them backward, knotting my fingers together behind my back. My eyes glance around the room, barely registering the slit eyes and almost drooling mouths of Daddy's - soon to be Itachi's - clansmen. My eyes settle on my Father, my head tipped an inch, and a sweet smile crosses my lips as I look at him. "But I have a question."

     "Can it wait until after my meeting?"

     I shake my head no, tilting my head back into place as I take slow steps forward, making sure my fingertips slide against my thigh as I walk. Daddy picks up on the movement, his eyes trialing the soft touch before settling on the slight swing of the strings of my swimsuit bottoms. "Itachi is leaving soon so I need an answer now. I'm sorry."

     "No," he grumbles, his smile gone, and his jaw flexing. His eyes bear into me, deepening when I stop next to his chair. "Itachi is being punished, that includes not being alone with you," Daddy softly hisses, his hand settling on my hip and tugging me closer to himself. He's picked up on the lustful looks of his men, and it's not helping the anger seeping off him.

     I settle my arms around his neck, using it as an anchor as I climb into his lap. It takes a second to find my balance and use it to slide my legs through the chair. Daddy's eyes flicker over me as he adjusts his hands, cupping both my hips now as he ogles over my chest. "We won't be alone. Sasuke will come with and we'll be surrounded by his coworkers. It's just a cookout and some time at the lake."

"I said no," he groans, hands sliding backward before inching up my back. Daddy toys with the knot holding my top in place, twirling it around his fingers.

I tip my head, 'accidentally' bumping my nose against his. "Please?" I whimper, hands sliding down and balling up his shirt. I add another whimper as I shove my hips forward, sliding my pussy against the half-on he's trying to calm down with his slow and steady breathing.

Fire flares in Daddy's eyes, his jaw clenching tighter. "I've been so bored," I keep pushing, setting a steady grind to my hips, just enough to chip away at him but not enough to tip him over the edge of need. "So cooped up. So alone. Besides, meeting the Anbu Core will be good for when I become Chieftess, right? You always say the more people I meet, the more connections I'll have for future uses."

Hisses continue to spill from him, now from his breathing instead of his words. One of Daddy's hands snakes further up my back, locking some of my hair into his fist. His other hand slithers across my skin too, this one looping around my front and under my skimpy top to grip at my chest. My head is tilted backward, not a lot to keep his fistful of titty hidden, but enough that I get a glance at the other hormone-fueled men in the room.

His head moves, lips pressed against my ear as he whispers to me and me alone. "Your useless Onii-Chan has you strolling in here, wearing almost nothing to ask me a question for him, hmm? Is that what's going on? I bet it is." Daddy's touch is as cruel as his words, his fingers gripping me tightly, and his working man's skin rubbing against my perfectly kept, flawlessly soft skin.

My hips jerk against his again, mostly to keep inching him toward giving me what I want, but partly because of the ideas of what Daddy's going to do to me tonight. Just like Itachi, he doesn't take teasing, especially with an audience, well. A soft grumble rattles in his throat, tone still low enough that I can only hear it.

"When are you going to learn that I'm the only man that wants what's best for you? Sasuke just wants to prove he's just as good as his older brother and Itachi just wants to prove to me he's an adult, his own man now. Teasing me and pushing my buttons for the sake of your brothers isn't a good idea, Princess."

I slide a hand between us, making sure Daddy's eyes are locked on it before rubbing my fingertips against the front of my swim bottoms. A deep almost roar of a breath trembles in my ear because of him. "I just want to have some fun before I'm fully Itachi's. He's not going to let me do anything fun like you do, Daddy. Onii-Chan has never treated me as good, has never been as nice as you, and he never will be."

That's a lie. Probably the biggest lie I've ever voiced. Itachi has his faults but he gives me more freedoms than Daddy, even if they do come with extra levels of safety. Plus, the beating and bedroom brutality from my Father is something my brother would never think of, let alone do to me. Daddy is just good at wiggling his words under my skin to the point I believe them.

"Damn it," he exhales, dropping his touch to my bottom rib. Just like that, he's caving in. "Fine," Daddy mutters, his shoulders loosening their tension as he leans back in his chair. The hand in my hair falls away, settling between the arm of the chair and his chin to keep his head upright. "Sasuke and you can join your brother at his work event."

"Thank you, Daddy!" I cheer, jerking forward in his lap again, this time to throw my arms around him and litter his face in kisses, my lipstick staining his cheek in soft red.

     "But," the single words shoots ice up my spine, freezing over any and all flames of joy. "Kenzo will be joining the three of you, just to be sure this isn't one of Itachi's elaborate schemes." Oh, that's not so bad. I thought Daddy was going to ask for something outrageous or demand to use me as another example piece to keep the boys in line.

His arms wrap around me as he goes to stand, keeping me pressed against him until he's on his feet. "Wait here while I go to grab you some money," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before placing me back in his chair. "Kenzo," Daddy snaps as he starts his way out of the room, all the softness gone from his voice.

     Daddy's right-hand man jumps to his feet, quickly leaving the room. With the two gone, the other fifteen or so men are left to stare at me, their eyes curling with every breath that pumps my breasts up and down. "Hello."

     "Lady Uchiha," they all answer, most slightly bowing their heads in respect, a few frozen in their spots.

     Unlike the very distracted Shinobis in the room, I'm aware of Itachi's recent appearance on the other side of the cracked office door. He's standing outside, impatiently waiting for me to slip out because of our Father's departure, his sight steaming as he looks at me.

     "How are you lovely men today?" I ask, leaning across the desk with my arms propped up, making sure to squish and show off my chest that they're so interested in. Murmurs skate across the room, a range of different answers to my question filtering out.

     "Well, it seems you're all doing better than me then," I utter, crawling out of Daddy's chair, and quickly walking around his desk. I can feel the burn of Onii-Chan's eyes following my movements, even with most of the door keeping us apart. A shiver runs through the room as I relax against the edge of the desk, the primarily younger men not able to hide their bodily reactions as well as the few older men dotted in the crowd.

     I might not be as mad at Itachi as I am with Daddy, but I'm still mad at him. As far as I'm concerned, the public caving of his willpower and the boarder lining porno I caused in front of his top soldiers is enough of a get-back at my Father.

As for Onii-Chan, he's not Daddy. He's supposed to be my everything; the love of my life, my husband, my Chief, my protector. He wasn't a single one of those things while I was getting beaten for his mistakes, and I sure as shit am going to make sure he pays for it.

"Onii-Chan hasn't been allowed to play with me recently," I start to explain, keeping my tone soft and airy. Murmurs rattle through the room again, some intoxicated and some stunned. It's not a secret or an uncommon act to have a family dynamic like mine in our clan. It's common and encouraged even, but that doesn't mean it's spoken about as openly as this. "And Daddy has been so busy with you guys today so he hasn't been able to play with me either."

It feels like even the walls of the room are holding their breath, everyone watching as my hands inch backward, looping around the strings of my top. "Why won't anyone play with me? Maybe one of you could. Who wants to play with me?" I tug on the tightly done bow, courtesy of Onii-Chan, as the question spills out.

"That's enough," Itachi booms, his voice loud enough that I'm surprised it doesn't disturb the dust in the room. Before I know it, his body is pressed against mine, keeping the flimsy material of my top sandwiched between us. Slim and chilled fingers grip at my throat, squeezing hard enough to promise bruises.

His eyes burn into me, heating up my cheeks as he looks down his nose at me, royally unamused. "Are you done?" He whispers, his words sliding around my neck, as easily choking my voice as his fingers. "Or should I expect more antics at my work event?"

"I don't know. Maybe if you used the head on your shoulders instead of the one in your pants you'd know the answer."

A soft chuckle shakes Itachi's chest, his warm breath coating my face in a minty scent. "You get your behind beat once by Dad and all of a sudden you think you're Miss Bad-Ass."

"Or maybe I just realized Daddy was right, you can't care of me like he can."

The fake humor melts from my brother's face, his grip tightening around my throat as ice freezes over the flames that were brewing in his eyes. As soon as the moment starts, it stops, Itachi's eyes pull away from me and his touch dropping from my throat. "Fix your top, Imouto-Chan."

I flinch at the name, the hurt from a few days ago washing over me again. "Okay."

He nods at my obedience, staying next to me long enough for me to tie my swimsuit back into place. As soon as the strings are secured, he's out the door, sliding past Daddy and Kenzo returning to the room.

"Here you go, Princess," Daddy utters, his focus on pulling out some paper money from his wallet. I barely register his words, my focus on the empty spot Itachi left in the room and the lingering coldness of his voice.

Maybe I was a little too mean, but that's his fault, not mine. My brother has spent his life being prepped and groomed to take over his birthrights, me being one of them. Maybe he should have paid closer attention to the lessons he was given.

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[carisi-dreams]

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yay, this is so fun! so, I thought I'd give you the director's commentary of the below snippet from the first chronological fill of the mc!au with Sonny. happy to do this for another au or anything else I've ever written, though! it's fun thinking about the behind the scenes because these stories really live inside of my head. I also have another request for another director's commentary of the mc!au, but I have to write the next mc!Sonny installment first, because that's what I want to do commentary on.

You turned with an incredulous look on your face as Nick lunged. Sonny just barely got his arms around him in time to prevent the fight from breaking out as Griffin laughed nastily. “Fuck you! You don’t know shit about my family,” Nick shouted as he strained against Sonny’s hold. Sonny was refusing to let go and he said something to Nick that you couldn’t hear which got Nick to calm down a little. “He’s not worth it,” Sonny sneered in Griffin’s direction. Nick shook Sonny off and readjusted his  clothes as you looked on tensely.

This part makes me sad that Sonny and Nick ended up in different motorcycle clubs. I had to show how close their relationship was, to develop proper tension within the AU, but I've always felt like Sonny and Nick just belonged together in some way in every universe. Whether as friends, partners, or more, I think they're fun characters to pair together. Sonny as the protective one and one to defuse Nick's anger now and then Sonny as the one who is so angry with Nick when they get older. Oof. Pulls at my heart.

“Aww, look at this. How touching. Baby Dominick is here to stop you from getting in over your head. You really don’t fight any of your own battles, do you?” Griffin taunted and just then you rushed by the boys and threw your drink in his face. He stepped back with an indignant bellow and you went to lunge for him. Nick caught you around the middle and you fought against his hold. “You dumb jock! I could kick your ass with my hands tied behind my back!” you screamed. “Stupid asshole. Get some fucking friends of your own or are you miserable because you know no one likes you!?” you hurled in his direction and your hand swept out to the counter to your left to pick up a bottle. Nick grabbed your hand and folded it into your body, picking you up off the floor as you kicked your legs at Griffin in rage. “Dumb bitch,” Griffin spluttered as he wiped tequila out of his eyes. “You’re lu—”

Nick as the one to try to stop you instead of Sonny to show the closeness of your relationship with Nick...Oof again. There's a reason Sonny's old lady asked Nick to walk her down the aisle. It's the same reason she was reluctant to pursue a relationship with Sonny. She really relies on and appreciates her friendship with Nick and she didn't want to lose it (Oof again, I know), even as much as she had a huge crush on Sonny. Sonny's old lady has always been the more practical one when it comes to the big picture, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you if you've read this AU!

Before he could finish his sentence Sonny punched him in the face. Nick groaned and hastily set you aside and went over to pull off Sonny as he yelled at Griffin. “Wanna call my girl—friends name!? See how you like this you dumb asshole, I swear to God I’ll—” he shouted in between punches. Nick got his arms around Sonny’s waist and went to pull him away, but Sonny slipped his grip and kicked Griffin where he was on the floor. “Get up you—” “Sonny, stop! Stop. Sonny come on! Stop!” Nick was yelling over him as he tried to haul him away again. You rushed over to help him, pushing Sonny away before he could seriously injure Griffin. “Stop!” you told him and Sonny stopped struggling and spat on the ground by Griffin before shrugging roughly out of Nick’s grip and making a beeline out of the kitchen.

When the reader told Sonny to stop trying to fight Griffin, he listened...That little slip of the tongue? The way he was done with the fight until Griffin had something to say about the reader...? yeAh, he's already in deep.

When the three of you hit the front door you sighed. You took a look at them both and laughed a little which Sonny rolled his eyes to before chuckling a little himself. Nick looked at the both of you like you were crazy as he walked along next to you and tugged at his shirt.

One of Nick's tells is that he fidgets with his clothing when he's upset.

“Um, that was more eventful than I thought it would be,” you admitted around a giggle and Sonny slapped his thigh as he broke off into more peals of laughter. Nick still wasn’t laughing and you threw your arms around his shoulders in a sideways hug. “Come on, Nicky. Gotta admit it was a little funny. All three of us trying to kick his ass.”

These three. 💔 Nick was definitely feeling some kind of way, and well justified in that!, and I wanted to show how - already - Sonny and the reader are so similar in some ways. Those two laughing about trying to kick someone's ass on Nick's behalf is honestly a pretty good summary of their relationship, although I write a ton of angst. The basis for their relationship is being fiercely protective of the people they love and a bit of mischievousness.

I hope you enjoyed this director's commentary. 💖

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You can find links to the mc!au below, if you've never read it.

Motorcycle Club!AU - Sonny

Motorcycle Club!AU - Nick

[imzsuzsis-blog]

I helped Ivan and his beautiful girlfriend pack, because they also took the nearest plane back to Malaga. I'm not saying I envy them, we would also go with Loki, but tomorrow we're going back to London with my own private plane to get over the 4D, which I have to say, I'm looking forward to it. We can see their pretty little faces, fingers and toes.

"Girl, get used to being able to fit in a suitcase."

We were laughing, Loki and Ivan were hanging out in the corner drinking wine.

"What's this fun Lando?"

"I'm nothing but happy."

I giggled back girlishly and held my fingers girlishly too.

"Well, you've proven that you're really gay..."

"Ivan!!!"

,,Married. I'm sorry, but we have to go."

"I'm really sorry about the Ubers."

"Honey, look how they're doing."

It was a little pinched, but it made it even sexier in his eyes, but Loki, since we're going early, there's no sex that sucks.

"Mhhh, you're a sexy little chick tonight, Lando."

He started caressing my face with his fingertips.

"I'm in it, be it... Where's the banana?”

"You found it baby."

I giggled to myself in a sexy girly way. I felt under him new top with my fingertips and pulled it off right away. It never bothered me that she has a tattoo on him navel, so I think he's even sexier, in fact, I'm the sexiest WAG in the field. I went down during our gentle kissing and I started moaning softly. I also pulled off his new pants and grabbed his tail from the outside, this is my favorite sign of my boyfriend standing in front of me in boxers. I used to take pictures at this time, but not now, it's good to listen to his moans, which are quiet but rhythmic. I also took off his boxers, I smiled at him, I pulled him with his back, so I stuck one finger in his anus and he moaned louder and louder, while my fingertips played games on his upper body, especially around his navel.

,,This is good."

He moaned softly and laughed while I leaned over him and we continued to kiss even more deeply. I stuck my finger in even deeper and moved it even more, making it moan even more.

"Do you get excited at the beginning of the foreplay?"

,,Yes!!! Even deeper, little one.”

I thrust it deep into him and sped up before he started moaning loudly and moving.

"More, more!!!!!"

Moaning, I leaned close to his face and we started kissing for a long time.

,,No! This is just the foreplay.”

,,I know."

Laughing, he pulled the top off me and laid the bottoms aside and started to tease my ribs, I felt his finger in my anus, I closed my eyes and moaned softly.

,,Oh, Loki, we fell asleep!!! Get up now!!!”

I slowly pulled my cock out of him and caressed his back. He just muttered erotically while I woke him up.

"Damn, we really fell asleep!!!! Get up now!!!”

I pulled off the condom, that is, I tried it, after the night's intoxicated love-making.

"Loki, Help!!!!"

,,I help."

He moaned sleepily and skillfully reached forward and removed the condom from my cock, which I accompanied with a few moans.

"Lando, don't worry... Or I've told you a thousand times and written... That Amanda is looking for 4D."

I threw him clothes at him. He could only put on him pregnant jeans and boxers, moaning and swallowing, then him t-shirt with a manga figure on it and even an overshirt so that him belly wouldn't show. baeni because of the change in him hair that the hormones do, a bomber jacket and him shoes.

,,Who is?"

"My gynecologist, but if everything goes well, the twins will be born with her as well."

I hurriedly put on my clothes, but my boxers didn't fit.

"Fuck, my belly isn't growing a bit."

He started whining and I threw him to the ground.

"Oscar, isn't there another one?"

"No mate, one size is one size."

"Ok, there's a Primemarkt nearby, so I'll buy six sizes for myself, and quite a few baby clothes, it'll be weird for the twins as well."

"What do you say dear?"

Loki smiles at me already in front of the entrance.

"I got it from my pregnant fan."

"Lando, you are not normal, even if you are, they are cheering for you in front of the television and they don't come out on the pitch."

Who stuck out his tongue at me when he was looking at the size of the boxers, then the baby clothes with teary eyes.

"I'm passed out, but this little heart is cute."

"Lando!!!! This is not necessary!!!! But this!!!"

Loki and I threw in tiny bodysuits and kicks. But he was still drowsy with the baby clothes.

"You are not complete!!! How come it's just a pacifier????"

Furious, he got into the Uber and slammed the door behind him.

"Because that's all that's needed right now."

He threw his head angrily between the two of them and fell asleep again.

,,What's wrong with him?"

"Pregnancy fatigue."

Loki whispered to me with a smile.

"The rest is hormones."

He looked at Max, then at Loki, then at the picture and I have never seen two such little beauties in my life. Leah is pure Ollie except for her ears and mouth, Penelope and I are only Ollie for her eyes.

"Two little beauties..."

He looked at us with tears in his eyes and ate the hamburger with his favorite chocolate in big bites.

"Dude, don't eat so much, I told you that I'll have duck fat with raspberry jam and hazelnut cream, and if you want, I'll make cheese pasta for you to put on top."

"Lando, my dear, this is too much for me. Max, is this serious?”

"Yes..."

I blinked and yawned while they discussed this. I got up because I saw a nice little twin stroller in one of the shop windows.

"Lando?"

We went after him, but he was only looking at the display and pointing at a stroller with his head turned to the side and a sly smile. Then we rushed in after him, but inside he was just babbling the stroller, it was quite expensive, but it was full of extras.

"No, my dear... Yes, we live temporarily in Monte-Carlo, but we will move away from there. If they are old enough. I solemnly promise."

"I need a car now... It's cheaper by twenty."

I grimaced back at them and pushed them in front of me with a half smile on my face.

"Max?"

,,No! And after that, if the woman becomes pregnant."

We saw Max make a face at Pietra, we both giggled at that.

"Womanship???? Max!!!!”

"No, I mean, I don't know Pi!!!!"

"I cry at this comedy and comedy duo."

I slapped Loki's back from laughing and almost peed again so I didn't pay attention.

"Will MR Norris buy the pram?"

In tears and laughing, I went to the cash register and paid.

"Of course, the twin girls need a lady."

I described where they should be taken out and that I would take care of it from there, they wrote that they would also provide a double convertible crib for free. I smiled, it was good, at least I don't have to order online.

"Are you calm, what happened?"

"There is nothing better than a gift with the stroller."

Loki and I touched our foreheads and there was a faint kiss between us, which was captured by a couple of paparazzi. But we just laugh about it because they shouted my name, it wasn't disturbing because I knew where I was. London England.

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Scream Queens

Story: Scream Queens Word count: 1,542 Relationship(s): Becky/Seth, Jon/Renee Prompt: sleeping in a pillowfort Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Jon isn't above bribery to coax his daughter and niece out of a pillowfort.

"God, just looking at them makes my back hurt." Renee put both hands on the small of her back and shook her head as she peeked in on her daughter and Becky's, cuddled together deep inside their pillowfort. "I can't remember ever being able to bend that way."

Becky crouched down to get a look. Nora had one foot hooked up on the couch cushion and was mostly sprawled on her stomach. Each time she breathed out, it ruffled Roux's curls. Roux's face was mashed up against Nora's shoulder, her legs scrunched up at an odd angle. "My hips are burning just looking at them," Becky agreed. Sitting back on her heels, she added, "Should we take them out and put them to bed before they sprain something?"

"I know you're almost out of the terrible twos," Renee reminded her, "but I'm not. When my girl wants her sleep, she wants her sleep." She tried to reach in, but the girls were too far back to grab without tearing down the front half of their beloved pillowfort. "Serves me right for getting all those accent pillows. Now she has too much ammunition."

"Told ya." Jon strolled into the living room, popping half of a doughnut into his mouth. "At least I stopped you from buying in to the whole Lip, Lap, Lop trend."

"Love, babe," Renee said with a chuckle. "It's Live, Laugh, Love."

"Oh. That makes more sense. Also explains why I could never find any of that shit for you on Etsy." Jon backed up and tried to peer inside the pillowfort. "So what are we looking at, aside from a building that is clearly not up to code?" He got down on his knees and scooted closer. "Ah, shit. I remember when I could pretzel up like that. Fun times."

Seth arrived last and raised his eyebrows at the sight of Jon on his hands and knees. "Someone lose a contact lens or something?" he asked.

Renee shook her head. "The girls are sleeping in there, but they're all contorted. If we leave them, they'll be sore and cranky."

"And if we wake them," Becky added, "they'll be sore and cranky and loud about it."

"Ah. Gotcha." Seth walked around the side of the pillowfort. "Can we try anything from a different angle? Try reaching around from the back and... rearranging limbs?"

Jon shook his head. "I got another idea." He sat near the opening of the pillowfort and cleared his throat. "Too bad the girls are sleeping," he said, raising his voice a bit. None of them had been talking particularly quietly, but there was a deliberateness to his volume that the other three all recognized because they had used it themselves. "Otherwise we could have gone for ice cream."

"Ah, bribery," Renee remarked. "Works every time."

Sure enough, some of the pillows in the pillowfort started to move and there was the distinctive thump of limbs hitting the floor. Roux emerged first, her curls a wild corona around her ears. "Ice cream?"

Nora pushed her way out next, rubbing at her eyes. "Where the scream?"

Jon feigned surprise, eyes going wide as he pulled both girls into his lap. "That's where you were? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep. We still got a couple hours until supper is ready."

Roux shoved at his chest, but she was too groggy for it to be much more than a half-hearted pat. "You said ice cream."

"Yeah, Daddy." Nora's eyes were scrunched up when she frowned up at her father, and Becky tried not to laugh, because she had never seen Nora look more like Jon.

"Did I?" Jon looked to Renee first, then Becky and Seth. "Guess I did. But the ice cream parlour's a couple blocks away," he pointed out, "and you two are probably too tired to walk...."

"Daddy's shoulders aren't tired," Renee said quietly, earning her a quick look from Jon that made her laugh. "Well, if everyone's too tired to walk, I guess we could open the ice cream we have here."

Nora brightened up a bit. "Scream here!"

"Well, if Mom says we can have ice cream, then we can have ice cream." Jon held each girl close to his chest and heaved himself to his feet. "Let's go scoop, ladies. And then maybe we can rebuild that pillowfort so we can all fit inside and eat our ice cream."

"No." Nora shook her head sharply. "Me and Roux. No daddies."

"No daddies?" Seth came up to Jon's side and took Roux from him as they went into the kitchen. "But where do the daddies hang out then?"

"In the garage," Roux replied. To Becky's amusement and Seth's confusion, she said <i>garage</i> more like Becky did than the American way.

"What about the mommies?" Renee piped up. "Can we hang out in the pillowfort with you?"

Nora's vehemence was unwavering. "No. No mommies."

"Mommies in the tub," Roux answered. "Splash splash."

Jon raised an eyebrow. "Damn. I think I want to go to the mommies' party. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've had some fun in garages, but...."

"Wait. Does the pillowfort have a garage?" Seth asked, getting out of the doorway so Renee and Becky could join them in the kitchen.

Renee shut her eyes. "I really hope it doesn't have a tub. That's a whole level of mess I don't even want to think about." She took a few containers of ice cream out of the freezer and set them on the counter. "I know how much you love your Salt & Straw flavours, so I got a few: sea salt caramel, mint chocolate chip—"

"Yes, please." Becky blew Seth a kiss as she went to a cabinet and pulled down six bowls. "Are these okay or do you have... ice cream bowls?"

Jon scoffed. "This is the woman who thinks there's no difference between wet and dry measurements, remember. She might have some fancy-ass ice cream bowls somewhere, but they'd be... in the attic or something. Those are fine." He tugged open a drawer and lifted out a handful of spoons. "We should have a scoop somewhere."

"Hanging up on the rack," Renee called back, pulling more containers out of the freezer. "Cinnamon snickerdoodle, peanut butter brittle caramel fudge—the name alone is a mouthful—and pear blue cheese...." By the time she was done listing off flavours, there were eight containers on the counter.

"I hope you didn't get all of these just because we were coming to visit," Becky said. "We don't need a whole shop to choose from."

Renee passed Becky the mint chocolate chip. "That's just for you. Nora, Roux, what flavour would you like to have?"

The girls insisted on sampling a bit of each, making faces when they tried the pear and blue cheese. They chose the peanut butter brittle caramel fudge and Renee gave them each a small scoop. "It's almost food time," Jon said when Nora started to complain. "And you know what's after food time?"

Roux raised her hand as if it were a serious question. "Dessert!"

"Exactly." Once the girls had their bowls, Jon took them back out to the living room and he and Seth rearranged the pillowfort so the girls had more room—and they were less likely to twist themselves into human pretzels. Becky and Renee brought out all the ice cream for the adults, though since Becky had dibs on the mint chocolate chip, she was just eating it straight out of the container. "Babe, I hope you've got money saved up to pay for their divorce fees," Jon said, leaning back against the couch so he could keep an eye on the pillowfort.

Seth just rolled his eyes. "I'm used to it now. She used to use it as a threat, so I've tried to ignore it."

Becky beamed. "He even got me mint chocolate for Valentine's this year. Sweet boy." She cuddled up to Seth's side but was careful to keep her ice cream as far away from him as possible.

"Yeah, yeah." Seth kissed the top of her head. "Small price to pay, I guess."

A sudden clatter made all the adults snap to attention, but then they saw two sets of little hands push their bowls and spoons out through the pillowfort's opening. "Thank you for ice cream, Auntie Nee!" Roux said. "Thank you, Uncle Jon!"

"You're welcome, kiddo." Jon leaned over and ruffled her curls. "Going back to sleep?"

Nora peered up at him around the corner. "Yeah."

To their surprise, the girls shuffled back into the pillowfort and curled up together again, though less contorted this time, and though they babbled to each other for a few minutes, it didn't take them long to fall back to sleep. "Damn," Seth said, clearly in awe. "Road life must have got them used to sleeping pretty much anywhere."

"As long as they don't sleep on their desks at school," Renee replied, "we're golden."

"Until high school, anyway." There was a bit of ice cream left in one of the girls' bowls and Jon dipped his spoon in. "Then everyone deserves a good math class nap."

[bread-gobgob]

god im gonna regret this in the morning.

i made this playlist the week leading up to your birthday. i'm going to make another one this year. here is how my night is going.

my best friend who i usually call when i'm this upset is out on the town having fun. he always calls me when he's down. he calls me to tell me about batman and jesus christ superstar and lord of the rings. he was going to bring me along to the fun as a plus one, but i'm not eighteen so i can't go clubbing. i'm still just seventeen. I'm the same age you were when we met, Eni.

I'm seventeen and I'm gonna be eighteen soon. Are you proud of me?

I have a million emotional triggers. Some are much more severe than others. tonight, i can't place what exactly has set me off. maybe it's that once again i'm too young for something. maybe its the fact i've been locked up in this god-forsaken room all day. maybe its the fact that i left my phone in my boss' car and haven't had it all day and won't have it again until monday.

do you miss me? i miss you. i miss having something constant in my life. there is venom behind my feelings for you, but there is also so much hurt. i think the only real reason i'm mad is because you left me and didn't say a word. i had to get my girlfriend at the time to message you about it.

i miss you. i miss you and i am so vulnerable right now. it is late at night, my room is pitch black. i don't use discord the way i used to anymore. im not fifteen anymore. i'm not fifteen anymore, oblivion.

can you believe it? i'm not fifteen. i'm not fifteen! it's been so long since I was fifteen. oh god how wonderful it is to no longer be fifteen. oh god how horrible it is to still be seventeen.

i've been drinking a lot lately. i work a bar. i have adult friends. vodka is my best friend but i haven't had it in a while. i went to a party, and at it i drank something that tasted like mentholated spirits. i pulled all my friends aside and apologised for being so bitter. i told my best friend i loved him. i kissed a boy i know so many times he giggled and held me tight and god, i don't know who i am anymore, oblivion.

i try to throw myself into my writing - my most recent chapter is about Gadina, who's been repurposed, and who I was originally going to write as aromantic but there's this girl, Ivy, who she's the knight of and they're in love. They can't be in love because they're girls, but they also can't be in love because Gadina's brother was murdered and Gadina is seeking revenge on all who live in the castle.

I think maybe you would like it.

I try and throw myself into my friends - i talk to them about their interests and their past experiences, and i tell them i love them because I do, but I feel as though i'm not enough for them. i fear that one day they'll see me, this broken thing you couldn't love anymore, and they'll leave the same way you did. without a goodbye. begging me to let go.

i think maybe you would like them, too.

im trying to rediscover myself, oblivion. im trying to map out what exactly i am. my whole identity was you, and that's my fault. i was obsessed with you - you were older, wiser, had more experience than me. i thought you were so cool and I remember thinking, in the earliest days, that I wanted to be your friend so bad. Now you're not here, so I have to find another identity.

alcohol isn't an identity.

do you miss me too? sometimes i hear running out of roses or everything or stuff we did or hero, oh raven, my love is sick, forever drunk, all the songs on that playlist, really. and I think, this isn't possible. how do you recover from a bond so insanely important.

I hope you never see this message. Your Honey Bee.

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Quackity is dead canonically reminder

Happy and giddy and happy to announce the sponsorship "POWER V BOW TO YOUR TEMPLE AND PULLING THE TRIGGER" LMAO

Tommyinnit plugin.... Also love that source is also an inniter. He is the fanbase.

The sarcasm and dread as he is forced to shill for ai.... I'm so sorry. "Ai...ai is good!" "... it's fun!" And soulless smiles. BRO LMAO he really said "oh I have to read this? Okay *cracks knuckles in capital a Actor* but I'm going to make my feelings known"

LDShadowLady pointing out the missing vanilla 😭 also the YAYYYY they do together 🩷

LDShadowLady gets to meet godorp.

NOOOOOO "I WANNA BE IN YOU" AND HER REACTION TOMMY NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOO the stuttering as he tries to fix it lmao

💕💖 Godorp 💖💕 LDShadowLady is going to share Godorp with the internet via charcuterie board

HE'S SELF AWARE OH NO he is trapped....he is trapped in the game he is aware like Monica Doki Doki literature club

TOMMYINNIT SHAKY BREATH IN 2024 SHE REALLY SENT HIM BACK IN TIME WITH THAT FRIGID COMMENT OMG

Her face...her FACE while he talks about Trake.... Lil dolla meets Trake

Lil Dolla can only come out in a friendly environment....safety first in the LGBT community 💖🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈

Tommy rubbing the back of his neck like dat...girl put it away

Love garden moment!!!!!

Spyglass time!!!!!!

SHE DIED OF LACK OF SPYGLASS..... Water landed in the water lmao SHE CAN'T STOP DYING LMAO

HE'S COLORBLIND???? CANON??? I know he told George that but I thought he was lying forreal. Not to be a septicinnit obsessed blorbo online again but ...omg another thing they have in common 🫶🏻 cinematic parallels wtf

Tommy continues to impulsively ask people to record on short notice and then be sad they r busy

"stop lecturing me" "ok" I WISH people said "ok" when I asked them to stop lecturing me

HER PROCESSING LMAOOOOO

pink thing time

AN HOUR??? No I would rage quit OH DIAMONDS NEVERMIND

"It is definitely purple" THEY JUST FUCKIN. HE LOONEY TOONED HER

Ender dragon Collab time 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈💖💕🩷

Ghostwriterinnit

I would NOT put that bitch in my love garden I would put him in my hate garden

"I am a bachelor aside from Molly" BROTHER 💀 he keeps doin this forreal

Inniters are all dyed hair and pronouns...pronoun moment

"you're just this thing" LD SHADOW LADY SAYS SHE BARELY COUNTS AS A WOMAN???? LDShadowLady demigirl moment can we get some "PRIDE 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈"s in the chat???

Average Harry IS a bad influence to be honest.

"by the way I did that" oh mood. Bragging time

🎶 Take me down to Redacted City where the LDs are shadowed and it's all quite shitty 🎶 TAKE 🎶 ME 🎶 DOWNNNNNNN

This whole Trake and lil Dolla thing is very plural of them

Joel moment,,???

SPYGLASS DUO "I DON'T REALLY DO DUOS" LMAO BASED

TRAKEEEEE IS BACK

LMAOOO LIL DOLLA'S VOICE IS NOT WHAT I WAS ANTICIPATING AT ALLLLLL MAN FUCK FUCK MATE /POS

OMG THE CINEMATIC CUTS AND LYRICS

Lil dolla got he/him pronouned

Tommy in this video and Tommy in the jacksepticeye Collab both insist on TELEGRAPHING that they're going to "throw it" from one person to the other lmaoooo

SHE'S FUCKING ROASTING HIM

They are SPYGLASS DUOOOOO OFFICIALLY

The creeper better not crash this lil Dolla concert

LIL DOLLA I love that he counts her down to help 🩷💕💕

Creeper ladder holes 💕🩷💖🎶🏳️‍🌈🫶🏻 such meaningful and evocative lyrics 🥺😭

SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK OH NOOOOOOOOO LMAO she's like. "Bye bitch"

Joel audience time 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈🥺💖🩷💕👉🏻👈🏻

THEY'RE PUNCHING EACH OTHER TO THROW THE LYRICS

Love how source paused between smallish and beans and then Joel mirrored that and paused between Tommy and Innit......real

"JOEL PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME" LMAOOOOOOO

love the title card

THE HALF WHITE JOKE OPENER OH MY GOD I'M GOING INSANE

His claps are so comical,,, just singular clasps in the silence

NOT HER SHOUTING HIM OUT FOR BEING A HATER LMAOOO💀💀💀💀

TOMMY LAUGHING AND CLAPPING WHILE JOEL IS SILENT IS SO FUCKIN CRAZY

"I love smp live"

I LOVE SKIN AND STEALING SKIN OFF PEOPLE OH MOOOOOO

Girllllllllll noooo girllllllll girl she's a serial killer GIRLLLLLLA

"I stick to my words" wow. Rude lmao /joking

BINGO TIME

NEW LYRICS THIS TIME??!!!!

THE BUILDUP OF TRAKE IS UNIRONICALLY POGGERS

Joel looking at the camera NOOOOOOOO

ICARUSINNIT

LDShadowLady RAN OFF STAGEEEEEEEEE

she's audience now

"no one gets me" end of song....HELP HIM

Tommyinnit Mountain Theatre. Oop

NOT THE PHANTOMS

HIM POINTING A GUN AT HIM BUT DYING TO PHANTOMS LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

"get down lil Dolla"

JOEL IS SO MEAN LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OMG she really does steal skin 💕🩷💖 including faces

HE BANNED HIMMMMM LMAOOOOO

She was sensing his depression lmao

Love the universal consensus never to do this again

// end liveblogging //

That was fun!! Definitely a change of pace but I loved it. Felt ✨fresh✨ you know??? VERY POGGERS!!!! I wonder if Lil Dolla will appear in hermitcraft as well

YIPPEEEEEE LIVEBLOG TIME

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Request: Yes or No

Ppl seemed to like the Imagine and nobody really said anything about it being a fic but I like that (Y/N) sooo. For anyone confused about the root things, (Y/N) has root bracelets on each wrist that he can control. He can't make roots come out of his hands or anything. (Y/N) isn't gender neutral ik I use second person for a gender neutral reader but I'm starting to rlly like second person view lmao. If people like this enough, I might keep this fic going to Civil War, Infinity War, and Endgame.

~

You placed your hands on the sides of the pot, watching the dead flower slowly regain its color. You could hear the faint sound of chatting and music from the party Tony was holding. Parties were never your thing. Parties meant crowds of nosy people with nothing else better to do. You heard your bedroom door open, turning around and looking at Clint.

"Hey, why don't you come downstairs? The party's ending." Clint offered a small smile, holding his side. You looked back at the flower, standing and gently placing it back with the other flowers on your desk. You approached Clint, feeling him gently wrap an arm around your shoulder.

"How's Laura?" You asked softly. Clint grinned, licking his lips as he glanced at you. You liked Clint. He was like the father or older brother you never had.

"She misses you. She mentioned wanting you to move in once training was complete." Clint revealed, looking at you. You blinked, brows raising as you stared at his face, wondering if he was joking.

"Think it over." Clint gave your shoulder a small squeeze as you joined the others, nodding to Maria. She gave a nod in return, a small tight smile on her face. You didn't blame them for not trusting you. You had attempted to kill them a few times out of fear. You took a seat on the couch, watching the Avengers laugh and chat. You stayed silent, fingers gently tracing the root bracelets.

"You thought of those yourself?" Maria asked softly, tilting her head. You looked at her, nodding.

"Having them on me makes me feel safer." You replied quietly, looking back at the roots. You continued to trace them, watching them shift slightly at your touch. Dr. Cho leaned over, humming in fascination.

"It's incredible how responsive they are to you." She whispered softly, meeting your gaze briefly for permission. You nodded, watching her reach out and touch them.

"How much can you feel? Or is it just a control thing?" She asked.

"Uhm, I know when they're dying or are in need of something but they don't feel pain so.. Hurting them doesn't hurt me." You explained. Dr. Cho nodded in understanding, leaning back.

"I'd love to ask you more questions later, if you don't mind." She gave a kind smile. You looked up upon hearing grunts, watching Clint attempt to pick up Mjollnir while Thor watched on in amusement. He gave up, chuckling. Tony went next, the smug look on his face disappearing when he couldn't lift it. You chuckled softly, watching James try to help Tony but the hammer didn't even budge.

"(Y/N), why don't you give it a try?" Clint asked after Bruce went. You licked your lips, glancing at the Avengers when their gazes went to you.

"Uhm-"

"Go on, give it a try." Thor encouraged with a a big smile. You stood up, walking up to the table where the hammer sat. You grabbed the handle, roots slithering down your hands and wrapping around the hammer. You pulled, suprised to find it was definitely harder than it looked.

"Don't pull a muscle, kid." Clint called, chuckling as you huffed, letting go of it and retracting the roots. You took a seat beside Clint, gently leaning against him as Steve went next. He went at it but wasn't able to lift it.

"It's rigged." Tony called with a shrug as Clint stood, a chuckle leaving him.

"You bet your ass."

"Steve, he said a bad language word." Maria pointed out in playful seriousness. You chuckled softly. Clint had told you all about Steve and the bad language joke. You stood up, about to call it a day before a ringing noise stopped you in your tracks. You looked up, noticing a half built robot limping into the room, mumbling stuff.

"Clint?" You called out, frowning. Clint looked at you before turning around, standing up as everyone's attention shifted to the robot. Clint slowly backed up until you were within arms reach. He knew you could protect yourself but he cared about you too much to let you get hurt.

"How could you be worthy? You're all killers." The robot said, motioning at them with its broken arm.

"Stark?" Steve's gaze stayed locked on the robot. The robot continued to speak, stumbling about. He replayed a clip of Stark saying something. Maria took out her gun, slowly standing up. Clint immediately grabbed you when the robots bursted into the room, pulling you along and hiding.

"Stay here." Clint whispered, standing up. You frowned, watching him go. Your looked over the room, noticing Dr. Cho attempting to hide behind the piano. You stood, quickly going over to her as a robot rose up. You raised your hand, making a root shoot out at it and wrap around its neck, throwing the robot to the side and watching it break.

"Thank you." Dr. Cho whispered as things began to calm down. You helped her stand, making eye contact with Clint as Thor threw his hammer at 'Ultron', breaking him into pieces.

"(Y/N), go to your room." Clint breathed out.

"No, he deserves to know what happened here." Steve said, giving you a nod.

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You licked your lips, glancing at Clint when he silently drew an arrow. You unclenched your fists, watching the root bracelets around your wrists grow and wrap around your fingers. You were surprised you had even been asked to tag along considering you were still new and young. You watched the Maximoff twins, stare at Tony with pure hatred. Not long ago, you were also an enemy of the Avengers. Clint had taken you under his wing, practically adopting you after everything. You assumed you were only allowed to tag along because of your powers. You had gained better control of them over time.

"Stay alert and stay close." Clint told you, shooting the arrow once the fight began. You watched the robots, nodding. You leaned forward, slightly over the railing, fingers moving. The roots wrapped around them shot out, wrapping around one of the robots that had lunged for Steve. You moved your arms back and apart, watching the robot be ripped apart. Steve looked up towards you, giving a greatful nod. Clint grinned, drawing another arrow. You noticed a flash of blue and white running below, keeping an eye on it. Another root shot out, successfully making the male Maximoff trip and stumble. You retracted the root, shifting your attention onto the men with guns.

"What a shitshow." You muttered, sighing softly. Clint glanced at you in amusement.

"Language." He called playfully, chuckling when he heard Steve groan. You let a small smile slip, roots wrapping around the necks of two of the gunmen. You slowly clenched your fists, making the roots strangle them. You heard Thor mention something about the Maximoff girl trying to mind control him.

"Drop 'em." Clint said, giving you a pointed look. "Only make them pass out, don't kill them."

"Fine." You huffed, dropping the men with a small scowl. Clint shot an arrow that knocked out a whole floor, giving a satisfied hum. You heard soft footsteps, spinning around and grabbing the girl Maximoff by the throat, grip tightening with each passing second. Her eyes were wide, caught off guard. Fear flashed in them briefly. Clint quickly planted an electrical arrow on her forehead. You removed your hands, glancing at Clint.

"You seriously need some freshing up on those people skills." Clint said, shaking his head. You scoffed, head tilting slightly.

"She's the enemy!"

"No killing-" You were suddenly shoved forward, bumping into Clint and crashing into what seemed like a control room. You grunted as pain struck up your back, turning your head and watching Pietro pick up his sister bridal style. You shot out your hand but he dodged the roots, using his superspeed to run off.

"Yeah, you better run." You heard Clint breath out. You turned towards him, roots retracting completely.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, feeling glass digging into your hands as you slowly stood up, grunting softly. There was definitely gonna be a big bruise on your back when you checked later. You helped Clint stand, watching him attempt to contact the others. You leaned over the railing, seeing Steve laying on some stairs. You raised your hand, having the roots grab onto something sturdy before jumping over the railing and heading down to the floor he was at. You approached him, crouching down, cupping his face and seeing his red eyes and dazed look.

"The girl got to Steve." You said, sighing softly.

"Natasha as well." Clint replied. "Seems like the whole team is out of commission."

"Wonder what they're seeing." You muttered, standing and having the roots gently wrap around Steve's arms and waist. They were thin so dragging him along was the only choice.

"Having fun on your first mission yet?"

"Oh, fuck off, Clint." You called with a huff, trying to drag America's sweetheart across a ship, avoiding bodies and trying to keep his head from bumping into stuff.

"Sorry, buddy." You winced, watching Steve's head bump against some steps. Once outside, you were able to drag him along with more ease, getting him inside the step as Clint went to get Thor. Natasha had slowly come out of her daze, groaning softly and holding her head. You looked at him, gently slapping him. Steve gasped, panting softly as his blue eyes met your (E/C) ones.

"Welcome back." You muttered, standing up.

"What happened?" Natasha asked, looking at you with furrowed brows. She looked around the ship, standing.

"Where's Banner?" She asked with a frown. You rubbed the back of your neck, stepping aside so Steve could get up.

"He.. He and Stark are in the city. He hulked out." You told her, concern appearing on her features. Natasha cursed under her breath, though her mind seemed to be somewhere else. You turned towards the entrance, seeing Tony with Bruce. Clint returned with Thor, silence filling the air as Clint got the aircraft in the air. Clint motioned for you to get closer, a smile appearing on his face.

"You did amazing today." The praise made you smile, nodding as you glanced down at the ground. It had been your first real fight.

"Does that mean-"

"Not yet, we still need to work on some things. Soon enough, you'll be officially part of the team." Clint assured. You nodded, taking a seat nearby and sighing. Clint steered the ship to his home, landing it. The Avengers seemed confused at the unknown location but you happily got out of the aircraft. Clint chuckled, watching you head up to the house and enter.

"Honey? We've got company!" Clint called. Laura appeared from one of the rooms, smile widening.

"Hey, sweetie." Laura cooed, arms extending and wrapping around you. Both of you chuckled when the baby kicked.

"Someone's happy to see you too." Laura smiled, placing a hand on her belly before greeting Clint with a kiss.

"Gentlemen, this is Laura." Clint introduced her to the team. You enjoyed Laura's company. Her warmness was welcoming and she had been more than happy to take you in. Footsteps echoed lightly, preparing Clint to greet his kids. You smiled, watching them greet him. Natasha had been the only other one who knew about Clint's family. Lila gasped softly upon seeing you, quickly running towards you. You bent down, picking her up and chuckling.

"Miss me?" You asked, giving her a gentle hug. Laura looked over, smiling softly.

"Of course she missed they missed their cool big brother." Laura said, giggling softly when Lila noticed Natasha and happily went over to hug her. Cooper took Lila's spot, giving you a big grin. Thor suddenly left the house, Steve following.

"What have you been up to?" You asked, watching Coppers eyes light up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along to his room. Laura and Clint hadn't officially adopted you but they were more than happy to do it. Once you were done with training, they were gonna get the papers and make you a Barton.

[jazminetoad]

The Dream

Circus of the Sea (One Piece AU)

"You three," [Y/n] called out to a trio who were up in a treehouse. Dirt and leaves were sprinkled on her due to the female's long search in the forest.

Three curious heads peeked out from their hideout, one wore a straw hat on top of his black hair, the blond one had a black top hat sitting on his head, and there was another one with raven locks but had an orange cowboy hat and freckles decorating his face. Two of them glared at the girl below them while the one with the straw hat just curiously stared at her. How did she find their secret base?

"How did you find our treehouse?" the one with a cowboy hat asked, hostility in his voice.

"Out of luck you could say," [Y/n] chuckled as she started to brush off some of the dirt that got on her clothes. "I've been wandering these woods for a few hours now trying to find you all."

"You have?" the straw hat boy squeaked loudly, [Y/n] guessed he must be the youngest.

"Yeah, your caretaker said you would be somewhere around here and won't be back to your house for a long time so I took the initiative to find you. She commented that it was crazy for me to do that, now I see why."

"Well you wasted your time, so get lost!" The cowboy hat shouted.

"Ace, don't be so rude to the girl!" The blond top hat scolded the other.

"We don't want anything to do with people, especially girls!"

"You still shouldn't shout at one!"

"What does it matters?! She's just going to scream and run the moment she realizes we're freaks, just like everyone else-!"

"But you're not freaks!"

"HUH?!"

All three boys stared at her with wide eyes at what the girl just exclaimed. They were struck with disbelief, surely their ears had told them something false from reality, but the genuine sparkle in the girl's eyes said differently from the doubtful thoughts bouncing in their head.

"You three have amazing abilities! You're extraordinary!"

"Yeah right, you're lying," the boy, [Y/n] now knows as Ace called her words a bluff. 

"No, I would never lie about something fascinating," [Y/n] assured, expression serious yet filled with passion.

"Really?!" the straw hat boy asked, sounding like a child hearing about Santa for the first time. He jumped down, landing in front of the girl.

"Luffy, no!" Ace panicked.

[Y/n] reached out her hand, glancing over to the boy she now knew as Luffy, her eyes asking for permission. The straw hat boy gave her a wide toothy and nodded his head as a green light for the girl. She lightly took a hold of his cheek and pulled it, her irises grew with wonder as she witnesses his cheek stretching before her very eyes. "Wow...!"

"Hey! Back away from him!" Ace now stood beside [Y/n], pointing a makeshift spear at her and glaring daggers at her.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure the rumours were true," [Y/n] apologize, letting go of Luffy's cheek and waving her hands.

"So they are, now get lost!"

"Hear me out first."

"Let her talk, Ace," the blond insisted, joining raven's side.

"Fine..." Ace held up the spear and crossed his arms, gesturing for [Y/n] to continue.

"I have a dream, I want to create a place where people like you are accepted and praised for who you are. I want to show the world how amazing you all are and bring smiles to everyone's faces. People shouldn't look at you in disgust but in wonder and joy. I want to make that change, and I want your help to achieve this dream. I know I can't do it alone, so if you could at least think about-"

"I'm in!" Luffy declared without a second thought.

"Wha...- but I didn't- you didn't even- really?" [Y/n] asked pushing her doubt aside, making room for the hope spirling in veins.

"Yeah! It sounds like fun!"

"Now hold it Luffy," Ace interjected. This is what [Y/n] expected.

"Awww, but Ace-" Luffy began to whine but the top hat boy interrupted.

"No, Ace with on this." The blond eyes went back to you. "How do we know this isn't some made-up thing to our hopes up?"

"You don't, all I have is my word to give. I know people will call me crazy and insane but I'm going to make this happen." A soft yet bright smile drew on [Y/n's] face. "I'd be happy if you three will be the first to help me with my idea."

How could they say to no that smile?

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And so it begins

A/N: Ace and Sabo will both be having firepower because this is an AU and fiction. Also, this takes place when they're slightly older than the flashbacks (and yes Sabo is still with them).

[detectivemarvelingcomics]

Alrightyyyyyy Post-Episode Ms. Marvel Thoughts!

Spoilers under the cut! I wanna do these again, I did them a lot for TFATWS haha

I love this show. I'll be honest the power change is kinda a big thing for me, but its a different universe and me shouting into the void about it isn't going to change anything, but so far I like what they're doing with it! They found a way to connect her culture with her powers and it's really fascinating to see it!

I wasn't joking when I said that Marvel should've put a TW for immigrant parenting though, a lot of that hit hard. I remember having to set up my case before asking my parents to even stay after school for a bit and even twisting some truths to make it favorable to them. There was one time me and my friends wanted to go get slushies and I basically had to tell my parents a week ahead of time and tell them it was a study session. And, good gosh, I absolutely felt it when Kamala failed her driver's test and her mom just rambled off on things in that tone of voice it literally set off a response in me because like "damn I know I did bad but you don't need to rub it in like that."

But the line that really got me?

"We trust you. We don't trust anyone else."

Now that triggered me, because that is the exact sentence that my parents always told me when I asked them to go places. I kid you not, I literally had to go with my dad to Anime Expo, of all the cons, because they didn't trust me to go with my friends and I was literally a junior in high school when that happened too! Genuinely, I relate to Kamala so much. And I mad respect her because she's got guts to pull that off, I immediately fold when my parents say 'no.'

That's another thing, so many people are villanizing Kamala's mom, and while I understand why, I don't agree with it. I'll never understand why people will always search for a villain (key cases being Encanto and Turning Red) in characters that are too complex and rounded to just be one? Obviously I don't mean this in a way to defend her because I also don't agree with how she speaks to Kamala, but at the same time my mom is the exact same way. The actions come out of love, could they be expressed better? Yeah, of course. But at the same time seeing people flat out villanize her gives me the ick, you know? There is a balance that is not agreeing with your parents but also loving them so much that it overcomes that, and that's how I see Kamala's relationship with her mom, and that's proven in the scene with Bruno where she expresses how hurt she felt when she realized she really hurt her parents'. It's nuanced, guys, like I said earlier, the girls who get it get it and the girls who don't don't.

Now aside from the heavy parts, god I loved the fun parts. Scott has a podcast? Not the thing we wanted, but the thing we needed. The animation? Top notch! It makes the show so vibrant and it's such a change from Moon Knight that to me its refreshing! What I'm really enjoying is the fact that these high school kids are going through high school problems. College apps, socializing, going to cons, ugh, it's so nice to see.

Oh gosh, Avengerscon, oh gosh. It's weird to think about it with the context we know of the Avengers also considering some of them are still probably deemed war criminals and here they are at a convention and if that isn't the most fan convention shit idk what is AHAHAHA but gosh it looked so fun to be a part of, I hope for D23 Marvel hops on that concept and has an Avengerscon section cuz that would be super popular!

Also I'd die for Bruno.

Overall, I'm liking the pacing so far!! It was a great first episode and I can't wait for the next one!

[chezborger]

The lovely Assistant (Alucard x Chubby Reader) Chapter One

A/n: This took a while and it got a little more attention than I expected so I'm also a little nervous to share it but still I hope you like it! 😅😳💕

Type: Smut undertones, Mentions of death

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She yearned for him, possibly ached for him. She was a virgin though her dreams seemed like she wasn't. the daydreams played around in her head like a movie, Alucard gripping her thick soft thighs while he was making her moan into the open air. She knew she shouldn't but, thinking about him too much would cause her thoughts to be flooded and also her panties.

Although she didn't know how to tell him let alone talk to him. Being an assistant for Hellsing was hard enough as it was, then having a tall handsome vampire lurking from the shadows, looking over her shoulder would make her chubby cheeks burn in nervousness and embarrassment. How could she keep this up? even if she tried avoiding him in the big estate he would still show up somehow.

Late in the evening just as the sun sets he decided to say something, it was small and meaningless but still something. "Good evening assistant." He said from the shadows making the girl jump and grip her papers, which made him chuckle. "H-Hello Alucard...what brings you here?"

"I was bored, decided to go for a walk but wanted to check in on my favorite assistant."

"But I'm just the one?"

"Exactly." He says amusingly as he circles around the girl, messing with things on her desk making her fidget. After that day he started going around her more often. The two becoming more acquainted some could say friends. When he'd come back from an assignment and she'd still be working in the early hours it would make him smile to himself before he starts his playful banter. She would call him annoying or scoff and laugh when he said or did something to mess with her but deep down she enjoyed it so and would give her butterfly's.

One night after another random wet dream about him she noticed someone sitting down in a chair. Making out a hat like figure it was more like a shadow until it cleared and she could make out the red attire. She woke up quick almost instantly. Cheeks burning, underwear soaked, she calmed herself but the memory still stayed. Could it have been just another vivid dream?

Going about her day was difficult. Having to work thinking last night, trying to get work done she cleared her head the best she could and continued to do her job.

"I'm rather hurt." A voice said in her mind.

"What for?" She replied out loud, she would've been freaked out but making out the voice was easy and already knew who it was. He comes out of nowhere but that's the usual for him. Then takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

"You've got other priorities on mind, you arent thinking about me like you normally do." Her jaw drops and chokes on her spit making her cough crazy.

"What are you t-talking about?!" She laughs nervously waving her hand off. "That's crazy! I need to g-get back to work."

"Believe me, I know crazy. You're lying and I can tell."

"How can you tell?" She leans in a little

"You just told me." he chuckles with a grin making the womans ears redden.

"Also I may have seen what you're thinking from time to time. Don't get mad though, I do it to almost anyone I walk past but your thoughts are different, really different." He laughs again, she thinks if anyone would care if the floor swallowed her at this very moment.

"You look so innocent and cute yet you have lewd day dreams, and about me too."

"I- I'm sorry I won't-" She doesn't know how to react. Embarrassed, Angry, maybe even flustered, here he was saying all of this nonchalantly.

"I'm not saying that I hated it. Actually what I wanted really to tell you is you're unknowingly dreaming visions they're really premonitions. You have a gift to look into the future." Her head spins and he smiles admiring her flustered state.

"Wait?! Then are you saying that me and you..."

He nods and she searches his eyes, they almost seemed hungry for something but not blood.

"Exactly assistant, but it's hardly a surprise for me. I've been admiring you from the shadows,,admiring your curves when you're not noticing."

"Alucard!" She says putting her hands over her chest.

"So what do think, assistant?" He smirks.

"What do you mean?" her hearts races

"Do you want me to make your dreams come true?"

She bites her soft lip as her brain wraps around the hole situation and her legs press together trying to stop the need inbetween them. Only nodding she gets up and sits on his lap, her legs moving on their own at this point. His chuckle rumbles through his chest and she looks away blushing. Fingers grab her chin to make her face him and he leans down to kiss her.

"Mhmm...." she tries to match his kissing, the kiss started experimental, with firm but soft kisses then ended heated with tongues exploring eachother feverishly. When they pull away she realizes the hand on her ass and the one and her thigh, both getting a feel of her and griping softly. Her hand slides down to his and lifts up the big hand to her heavy breast and he gropes it willingly.

"Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"Yes." she breathes out

He picks her up effortlessly and sits her down on the desk. "If we continue then your chances of becoming a ghoul are very high then, I would never let that happen but It's still a risk."

"Then...then bite me, make me yours in all ways, Alucard." She grazes her neck softly, her hand slides down and unbuttons the strained buttons revealing her chest and laced bra.

His eyes widen "You'd be willing to become a vampire just to be with me?, do you know what that would mean for you. Once you choose to walk the night you can never go back again. "

"Yes, I know this is what I want, I-I could possibly do more for Hellsing too." He comes down to catch her lips roughly but not enough to hurt her only for her whimper. Making his way down to her neck then to her breast, but before he can bite down on the plump skin there's a intercom call from the phone.

"Mrs.(L/n) the round table conference is about to start and I need you to deliver the chip that we've recovered.

It's Integra herself calling, ignoring her would be a death sentence and an ear full. Before she even turned around back to Alucard he was gone. That was until she heard a voice echo into her head.

"Go. We'll catch up later, you wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

She nods to herself as she scrambles to get it and head over after wards she heads back to her office and finishes up a stack of papers Integra wanted done. Eveything going according to schedule until she hears a commotion coming from outside the door and a few rumbles hear and there. She's turns the knob to be met with Hellsing soliders rushing toward the direction of the noise.

What could it be? She thinks to herself as she follows behind quickly. The noise grows louder, gunshots fire and yelling is apparent, when the sight infront of her comes to view horror fills her body from head to toe.

"Oh...my God!" Panic fills her has they fight ghouls, forcing their way in, leaving a wake of death and destruction.

She runs back but she hears ghouls approaching from there. She dives into another room and slams it shut. Her mind races with all sorts of questions and how this could be happening. Seconds later a stray bullet breaks through getting into her side and she winces in pain clutching her side. Hearing them getting closer knowing soon enough they would charge in, She looks around then up to the vents. Making a stack she reaches it in a nick of time before the sound of cracking wood fills the room and ghouls rush in.

"W-What the hell do I do now?!" She looks throw the slotted holes and continues in the dark metal maze of tunnels. As she goes through gunfire and manic laughter fills the vents.

"I have no idea where I'm even going!" As shes hears voices aside from the killing she makes her way there but falls through before she can make it. Not seeing the rusted bolts in the dark finally giving out and she falls through. The wind gets knocked out of her.

"Who the hell is this bitch?!" His laugh burning into her head. "I can have some real fun with this one. I'll have you screaming in more ways than one!" Dread seeps through her but before she can respond Walter comes into view.

"Are you alright Ms. (Y/n), it looks like you've been injured you need to be checked immediately."

"W-Walter I-" before she knew it she felt deathly cold and hot at the same time. The events that unfold before her start to blacken and she passes out.

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Part Two 😊

[slutsofren]

Danger Days Chapter 2: Kill All Your Friends

missed chapter 1? read here!

summary: things get thrown for a bit a loop at the dam when two strangers appear, revealing to be Joel, Tommy's younger brother and a young girl. their presence makes things a little tense but soon gets heated as danger follows them to thr power plant.

word count: 3,352

read on ao3 here

warnings: slight cursing, guns and well, canon-typical murder, hunter attack

notes: does anybody else look at joel and just wanna,,,, punch him in the face with kisses? just because he deserves it? no? only me? 

Humid. It was always fucking humid. The lot of you have been out at the dam for nearly a week with little to be shown as progress. Things in Jackson were doing fine, wonderful even, and then the power went out. Turns out one of the turbines busted, it’s taken you and the whole group working day and night to repair it.

You leaned against the wall, taking in the greenery that was slowly encompassing the whole hydroelectric dam. It was rather beautiful. You glanced over to David, one of the few engineers from the old world, was hunched over the table mumbling softly to himself looking over a rather poorly drawn map of the turbines, trying to figure out what was going wrong. Then glanced to the far side of the courtyard where Tommy and Maria were, both engrossed in some tense conversation. 

Whatever they were whisper-arguing about wasn’t going to be any of your business… until Maria finds you later on to vent at least. A little push off the wall and you grabbed your rifle before swinging it onto your back, groaning that your little break was probably over by now. Today you had guard duty. How fun.

You approached the duo, hoping to simmer down whatever was going on between them, likely both were stressed beyond hell for the turbine to come back on. Maria saw you first and put her hand on her face, rubbing away some tension. She said your name and pulled you into a half hug and you didn’t miss the small thanks she whispered in your ear for interrupting.

“Goin’ back on duty, want me to keep near the front gate?”

Maria nodded, “Sounds good. I’ll follow you in a minute.”

Tommy looked at you and gave you a friendly smile. Although you were casual friends with the man long before you met Maria, he knows where your loyalties lie but also knows you have his back on the field. When you first arrived at Jackson, bloodied and bruised, Maria didn’t trust you as far as she could have tossed you, but as things go, you both wormed into the others hearts through sheer sarcasm and your ‘take no shit’ attitude.

That’s when Tommy knew he was fucked being the only person between the two of you.  

You left and went to go to your post, fanning out the jean jacket you were wearing to help relieve the humidity on your skin. The entrance to the hydroelectric dam was hellbent on attracting unwanted attention. For the near week you’ve been out here you had two bandit attacks, not to mention the ones back at Jackson, causing you to feel even stickier.

You found a spot up top the entrance to keep an eye out through the scope of your rifle, not noticing anything for another couple of hours, Maria not even coming by to her post. Just as you were going to call your shift, you noticed some slight movement across the concrete jungle of the remains of the power plant.

And some more movement.

Then more.

You grabbed your radio and phoned in, “Activity to the east. Two spotted.” The radio clicked and produced static until another click sounded.

Maria called back, “Eyes.”

“Noted. Out.”

With that, you knew exactly what to do. Everybody did. When it came down to it, nobody really did want a gunfight. When the code ‘eyes’ is spoken, it means shut up and watch. If the people pass, they go on their merry way. If they don’t, well, they typically don’t leave alive if they so much as hint at being a threat.

It’s unfortunate this is the way life is now but who are you to fight the changing tides.

You peek through your scope again, watching a dark haired man and a smaller woman work their way through the maze, figuring out how to cross the water. You took your eyes off the scope and began to watch them without the tool until they both began pushing at the gate. You grumble, “Contact made.”

Maria pops in behind you on your left and together you two and two more of the on duty guards on the other end of the gate point your rifles at the duo, revealing yourselves. The man doesn’t take notice until the girl points a gun at your companions then you and he backs off the entrance.

“Don’t even think about drawing your weapon! Tell the girl to drop hers. Now,” Maria shouts besides you.

The man backs up a couple steps, sticking his hand out to the girl, “Ellie, so as the lady says.”

She looks at him and puts her arms up in surrender, “Okay.”

Maria, still holding her rifle at the two strangers, says to the man, “Please tell me you're lost.”

“We didn’t know the place was occupied, we’re just trying to make our way through,” he points through the gate.

“Through to where?”

Then a deep voice picks up, “They're alright.”

You and Maria look away from the two down to the voice, seeing Tommy approaching the gate. “What, you know these people,” Maria asks him.

“I know him,” Tommy grumbles as he opens the gate, “He’s my goddamn brother.”

Oh.

You’d heard stories of the man before, of Joel Miller. From what Tommy has said before you recalled that the man was a bit of a brute, shut off from everybody after losing his daughter. He was a hunter and did some goddamned awful things in this world but quite frankly, who hasn’t? You know you have in the past to ensure your survival. It was something Tommy hated that his brother participated in but you couldn’t blame him, not after the shit you’ve seen and done.

Joel looked at his brother and his shoulders slumped, “Tommy.”

“Holy shit,” he said and moved past the safety of the gates and went straight to Joel, wrapping his arms around him.

“How you doin’, baby brother?”

Maria shot you a look that clearly stated she didn’t trust the man, despite being her brother-in-law, she heard the same stories you did. The man was a hunter, a murderer, even a smuggler. The very kind of people that don’t bode well with Jackson. With a sigh, you both put down your rifles and headed down to the gate to meet Joel and the girl, Ellie. She walked right up to the two men and you could faintly hear Tommy say, “You got fuckin’ old.”

“Easy - it’s gonna happen to you too,” Joel quipped.

Tommy took a step back, you watched how he shuffled on his feet and introduced Maria. “Be nice to her, she sorta runs things around here.”

“Ma’am.” Joel nods his head towards her. “Thanks for not blowing my head off.”

You roll your eyes at this from where you’re watching this all unfold, internally gagging at Joel’s whole ‘southern charm’ bit. Although he should be more grateful to you for not shooting him. Maria looks at Tommy beside her, “Would’ve been embarrassing, considering you’re my brother-in-law.”

An amused smile immediately hits your lips as you watch Joel try to absorb that information. He looks between the couple a few times before Tommy says, “We all gotta get wrangled up at some point.”

Maria turns to you and you lose the smile as she extends a hand for you to approach. “And this here is my second in command,” introducing you to Joel by giving him your first name and he nods his head, both of you deciding to not say a word to each other, silently sizing the other up. His eyes don’t leave yours but for a brief moment you swear his eyes flash down your body and back up as he lets out a low huff.

Oh, it’s on old man, you think.

Maria chuckles, noticing whatever the hell is happening between you two, and she turns towards the girl. “Ellie, right? What brings you through here?”

Ellie looks towards Joel for guidance, “Uh… it’s kind of a long story.”

Tommy immediately notices all the other eyes and ears watching this interaction unfold and puts his hand on Maria’s back, picking up the clear signal for some privacy. “Why don’t we bring ‘em inside?”

“Yeah, you hungry,” she asks Ellie.

“Starving,” the girl groans. You smile a bit, feeling pretty amused at this whole thing. From the stories you’ve been told about Joel it seemed very unlikely he’d be traveling with a companion, much less a child.

Tommy steps aside as you walk back through the gate first, Maria and Ellie behind you. “False alarm. They're friendlies,” you shout, walking further in the power plant leading the group. You take a quick glance around at the other scouts on shift, watching them watch the newcomers. Everybody was on edge, everybody was wary. The fact Tommy and Maria were letting some strangers in, in the midst of repairing an essential component to Jackson functioning properly, was not going past anybody.

You can hear Maria as she explains the stares and the heavily armed posts to Joel somewhere behind you, “We’ve been dealing with raids. Lots of bandits in this area.”

“It’s been quiet for a few days,” Tommy adds on, explaining why they answered at the gate so aggressively, as if it was any consolation of almost killing his brother and the girl.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought I’d find you in Jackson.”

“Been trying to bring the plant back to life,” Tommy explains.

This time you chime in, “We had it working before, but one of the turbines went south about a week ago. Been tryin’ to fix it up.”

Tommy adjusts his rifle on his shoulder. “We have electricity Joel… had. We’ll get it running again.”

Ellie runs past you, approaching a few of the horses. “No way! You guys have horses.”

“We got a whole lot of ‘em,” Tommy tells her. You watch as she puts her hand on the brown and white one, petting it softly.

Beside the horse is Cherry, one of the few horse wranglers in Jackson, she was kind and sweet, pretty young too all things considered. She was tall and bulky from years of shoving heavy loads of hay, sometimes you’d wonder what it’d be like to get tossed around by her. She’s kind of notorious for winning hand-to-hand combat scenarios in the training hall. Not that you ever went.

Cherry tells Ellie about the horse and they get to talking about the animal. You also hear Charlie over your shoulder asking Tommy for help with one of the iron shoes on another horse. You take a few steps back then marching towards the warehouse, settling against the wall next to Earl and he gives you a brief nod acknowledging you. He’s sweet, you think, you’ve never spoken to him much but you recall he’s one of the maintenance men around Jackson. Thankfully he’s the silent type and you don’t have to try and make polite small talk with him.

As you both lean against the wall quietly, you begin watching both Ellie and Joel and how they’re assessing the environment. Ellie seems very excited petting the horse and talking to Cherry but Joel looks on edge, mirroring everyone else. He catches you staring and looks away slowly, now watching Ellie talk to Cherry about going riding later on.

Maria and Tommy make their way towards you and you push off, walking up the stairs and opening the door, you faintly hear Maria talk to Earl about heading back to Jackson. The door creaks open and you let Tommy, Joel, Ellie, then Maria into the warehouse until both your and Maria’s radios crackle. “Maria, we’re in the control room. Steve’s about to start it back up. Do you wanna come check it out?”

Maria sighs and mumbles back to you, “I’d rather eat with Ellie.”

You stifle a bit of a laugh at her candor in front of the others and Tommy interjects, “It’s my turn anyway. I’ll go.”

Joel then volunteers to go with his brother, telling Ellie to go with you and Maria but not before flashing you a look that says something akin to ‘try something and I’ll hunt you’.

Before Ellie could protest, Maria pulls her along. “C’mon, Ellie. Let’s give the boys some space.”

The three of you are relatively quiet leading back to the office room where the food was. Ellie kept looking over her shoulder, likely for Joel. You started wondering how he came across her, doubting any possibility she was his daughter. Tommy would have known if that were the case.

You gave a look over at Ellie, now seeing her a little closer. She looks slightly gaunt, likely hasn’t eaten in a few days you suspect which worries you a bit. No kid should have to go without.

“When was the last time you ate,” you ask her.

She ponders for a moment, “Before we got here I was pretty sure that the next squirrel I saw I was gonna eat.”

You and Maria raised your eyebrows at her admission before gently laughing as you reached the room. Maria pulls out some jars of fruit and a container of jerky from underneath and hands it to her, “Here, eat some of this. We have better options back in Jackson but while we don’t have a full service kitchen out here, this is the best we got.”

“That’s okay! I’ll eat almost anything at this point,” she openly admits. You take notice in how expressive she is, likely warming up to you and Maria now.

The three of you get to talking, making idle chatter over a few opened mason jars and a hefty supply of jerky. The more you talk with Ellie, the more you grow to like her. She’s got a mouth of a sailor and sarcasm that’d turn any old man running. 

Wonder if she’s annoyed the hell out of Joel, you muse. Now you sit, chewing on fruit and imagining how easy it’d be to get under his skin. You’re torn out of your thoughts when the lights suddenly turn on, “Thank the damned stars! I’m ready to get out of here. Everybody is driving me up the wall.”

Maria throws a loose grape at you, “Thanks a lot, asshole.”

“Anytime,” you wink.

“How long have you two known each other,” Ellie asks you both. 

You pop a piece of fruit in your mouth, “Just two years. She was already married to Tommy when I arrived.”

“Can’t believe you’re married to his brother,” Ellie groans. “Joel is such a grump, can’t imagine how the other one is.”

Maria nods and smiles, still eating some of the peaches. “Oh, trust me. Some days I want to strangle him. Didn’t expect to ever meet Joel, if I’m bein’ honest.”

“I couldn’t recognize him, not even by that photo,” you say mindlessly, reaching for your canteen and drinking water.

Ellie picks her head up a little more, “Photo? What photo?”

Maria gets up from her seat and walks to one of the duffle bags in the other room, she searches around before she pulls out a photo and when she returns, hands it to Ellie. She gestures to you, “Her and Tommy went down to Texas about a year ago, he wanted to see what was left of his and Joel’s old life and scavenge what they could.”

“We didn’t find much,” you continue, “Tommy didn’t think he’d ever see his brother again, it was like his way of saying goodbye so he took this photo of him and a couple others.”

“Who’s the girl,” Ellie asks looking at the picture.

“Sarah.” You shift in your seat, not feeling entirely comfortable with this conversation anymore. 

Maria finishes your sentence, “She was his daughter. She didn’t survive very long after the outbreak.”

Before you could try to steer the conversation in another direction, a loud siren echoed through the hall as shouts filled the warehouse.

“Bandits,” someone shouted as gunshots rang out.

You stand up and push Ellie behind you, looking for your rifle. It was too far away, tucked under one of the abandoned desks. “Fuck,” you shout as you see a handful of hunters enter the room.

Drawing the two handguns strapped to your thighs, you begin to take shots at them, not exactly hitting them where it was vital but enough to make them stumble and drop. Maria grabs you by the shoulder, “Let’s go!”

You retreat backwards into the closed off manager-type office and from the corner of your eye you see a man rise from the other side of a broken window and take aim at Ellie behind you. You whipped around and shoved against her with an ‘oof’ just as you hear something whizz past you and hit the wall above the two of you.

Hovering above Ellie, you keep her head down with your right hand, abandoning the gun beside her as you and Maria take alternating shots at the invaders. “Move, Ellie,” you tell her, lifting yourself up to give her room to maneuver into the office while shielding her.

Maria shuffles into the room after you and the girl, “There’s more coming in. We can’t take all of them.”

“Shit, okay,” you look around frantically. You were running low on bullets now, the rest of your spare ammunition was left in your backpack. In an entirely different area. Your eyes searched around the small room and you got Maria’s attention, together you pulled a nearby table into the office, barricading yourselves. 

“Under the table, now,” she yells at Ellie then looks at you.“Guess we’ll have to wait for the men to save us,” she says a little bitterly.

Together, the three of you hid. Waiting for the echo of bullets to cease after what feels like a lifetime.

Faintly, you could hear the familiar voice of Tommy yelling and a gruff one responding, likely his brother. You released the breath you had been holding onto as the last gunshot rang out. Between you and Maria, Ellie had her hands over her ears and she slowly lowered them until jumping up and shouting “They’re all dead!”

Maria rose to her feet as Tommy and her called out for each other, “The kid’s with us!” She jumps out the shattered window and runs to her husband as they check over each other.

You help Ellie out the office room the same way and Joel looks over her the same way as she recalls the attack.  “Joel, oh, man…,” Ellie begins talking so fast that she’s out of breath. “They were coming in from every direction and they were both like ‘we gotta run’ and so we dove over these tables and this huge guy blasts in with a shotgun-”

“Slow down, slow down. Listen-,” Joel cuts her off. He puts his hands on her shoulders and looks her in the eye, “Hey, hey, are you hurt?”

“No!” She looks at you, “She protected me!”

Joel follows her gaze and you look him in the eye, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

You’re not really competitive, you don’t really like attention either, but there was something about Joel fuckin’ Miller that really got to you. Maybe it was the way he seemed to be mindful of everything, maybe it was the way his eyes roamed over your body, maybe it was the fact he was unfortunately making you squirm where you stood as his hardened glare seemed to see right through you, asking you to try him.

Whatever it was, his hardened stare made you quiver ever so slightly. You took a few very mindful steps away from the man, walking towards Maria and Tommy when you caught the tail end of whatever he was saying to your best friend, “- to talk.”

It seemed like that was not what Maria wanted to hear as her already pale face grew paler and her signature scowl etched back across her face.

[vegetalass]

I know you're not around much these days but if you ever decide to make a come back, I dont suppose youd do some HC about the rdr2 guys and times theyve got caught mastyrbating around camp? I love your thoughts so much they're hilarious and cute ☺👉👈

This ask is very sweet and I like the idea so I will do it... thanks for your kind words and making me smile, anon!!🥺❤️😘

Find me at @ihatebnha

Hope you enjoy!! 

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Arthur 

Used to get caught a lot more than he does now

Because of such, Dutch and Hosea don’t really care on the rare occasion they do catch him just because it was pretty common when he was younger

They laugh about it between themselves 

And when caught, Arthur just pretends it didn’t happen

He’s like, “I don’t touch myself, Jesus, who do you think I am?” 

Or if John jokingly is like, “Saw you the other day, what were you thinking about?” Arthur just plays stupid

Stuff like “See me where?” or “See me what?” 

And if the subject is pushed it turns into fighting (Arthur saying that John isn’t much better)

Arthur thanks the lord every day that Micah has never caught him in the act because he knows he’d never be able to live it down

And if a girl caught him… he’d probably never be able to look them in the eyes again

Probably jacks off being going to sleep or if he’s alone at camp

John 

He has a lot less shame about masturbating, but he’s definitely even more private about the subject than Arthur 

He doesn’t really deny it, but he definitely pulls a “You didn’t see shit!!” Even if the person very obviously DID

Also probably gets caught more than not… It’s just at this point, people have stopped commenting on it 

Dutch definitely jokingly plays the “Poor Abigail…” card all the time

It makes John (and Abigail) sooooooooo mad 

Honestly, I feel like when people catch him, he yells at them but doesn’t bother to stop

Thinks it’s their fault and not his because it was OBVIOUS what he was doing and they still didn’t bother to check or knock

This has caused fights with almost everyone

It’s a “what did you expect” type moment

The only time he’d ever apologize to is if it’s you or another girl who catches him, and even then he would probably never want to see you again out of embarrassment 

Hence why John probably just leaves camp and finds a secluded area to jerk off now(good luck to those who wander away from the fire) 

Charles 

We love Charles because he just jerks it when he’s bathing in a river or something 

Out of everyone, he’s the least likely to get caught, and on the rare occasion that he is, is also the most willing to laugh it off 

I feel like this is because he’s the one who accidentally catches other people so he knows it’s not a big deal

He’s so quiet no one knows he’s there until it’s too late

Gets called a peeper because of this… even though Charles doesn’t want to catch people any more than they want to be caught 

If a girl caught him, he’d try to hide himself before approaching them later to formally apologize 

It’s kinda weird… Just be like Arthur and pretend it didn’t happen babe!! 

If Dutch or Micah ever caught him doodling it, they’d never let it go and tease him until wit’s end

“So Charles is human after all!” is the type of shit they’d say and he’d literally want to pass away

Dutch, Molly hasn’t had one single orgasm the entire time she’s been with you so BE QUIET

Most likely to masturbate when he’s bathing or when he’s away from camp and alone on missions

Micah

Everybody at camp has to pray that they don’t catch Micah masturbating

He has no shame and does not care what people see 

He’s the “What? I have needs!” and “You do it, too!” guy... which honestly, isn’t even bad logic

It’s just when people actually walk in on him he doesn’t really seem bothered… which is kinda freaky

If it’s you or heaven forbid, another girl, he says “Quit staring, either help a man out or leave”

And if it’s Arthur or anyone else, “I knew you were a nasty bastard”

Like… Micah… you’re the one who isn’t ashamed!!! 

Too bold for his own good and eventually Dutch probably has to get involved 

They have one of those “man to man” talks where Dutch is like “Micah… You know… Men… We keep our business in private…”

Everyone at camp pretends they’re not eavesdropping on the conversation

It’s the only time Micah listens to complaints, and even though he forces himself to calm down on the lewd rudeness, he is still jacking it off whenever the urge arises

Rubs one out in his tent whenever he feels like it

Dutch

To give Dutch credit for something, he doesn’t jack off very often 

Partially because he gets down with Molly a lot, but also because he considers himself to have dignity and doesn’t want to ruin that 

The only people who’ve really caught him rubbing one out are Hosea and Arthur, and they probably let it go pretty quick after an apology

Most because Dutch is pretty polite about it 

“A man’s business is a man’s business” or some BS like that 

So when he does masturbate, it’s a calculated and timed move that he makes when he’s pretty sure no one is around

Also willing to laugh it off when he catches someone else masturbating, mostly because he raised two teenage boys, so in a way, he’s used to seeing it on the daily

God forbid is another girl catches him, though, because he’d also pull them aside to apologize

LET IT GO, KING!!! 

Jerks off only when he’s desperate and camp is empty

Kieran

King of bad luck 

I can see him with a pretty low libido, but probably gets caught making juice the first time he tries it at camp

He was lucky it was just Charles who saw, who thankfully, didn’t say anything about it

But still, it scares the absolute crap out of him and his desire to jack off gets even lower than it was already 

Probably stupidly thinks that masturbating is dirty or a sin or something that somebody told him when he was a boy

And if a girl ever caught him, even if they didn’t realize what was happening, he’d just have a heart attack and die

Like he’d literally pack up his stuff and go

Everyone at camp: We’ve all seen Micah twisting it so we don’t care

Kieran: UHHHHH 

Also gets teased by Micah and Dutch for it, except their comments are like “Aw, don’t be shy, be a man!” or “I’m sure you’ll find yourself a woman one day…”

Again, Kieran just passes away

Jerks off when he’s alone with the horses in a field and no one is around

Javier 

Hasn’t been caught yet despite the fact that everyone knows he jacks off ALL THE TIME

Kinda proud of himself for this fact, too 

If it’s the middle of the day and he’s in his tent, he’s busy

Usually can his volume to a minimum, but if he knows no one is around, he doesn’t mind letting it out 

Charles, of course, hears it the one time he’s not on a team mission

He’d definitely not going to stop is someone catches him, but he has the decency to cover himself up

Especially if it’s a lady

We like him because he’s not going to acknowledge it happened later but he will apologize in the moment 

Says some shit like, “Sorry, princess…” jdsfhksd

If another guy tries to tease him for it, he’ll take it in stride and just tease back 

Especially because he knows he’s not as bad as Micah or John who get caught ALL THE TIME 

Prefers to rub one out before bed but he’s not really picky as long as it’s in his tent and he has a way to clean up

Sean 

Everyone’s had a run in with Sean when his dick’s been out 

It’s practically a camp joke that everyone has a story about it

He’s another guy who jacks off when bathing in the river, except he’s:

1. Not secretive about it

2. Bathes all the time

Sean leaves the water hole and everyone knows that they shouldn’t go back in there until the water is washed away 

Pretty vocal, too, so you always sorta know when you should avoid certain areas

The only time he’s ever embarrassed is when a girl catches him

Turns bright red, starts stuttering, looking for anything to cover himself up with while apologizing

That being said, he only feels bad because he feels like he ruined his chances of being friendly with them

Gets teased by the other boys for it but enjoys the attention, plus loves teasing right back

“Oh hush you, you love looking at me,” type stuff 

He’s a lil nasty but he keeps it fun and fresh 

Jacks off before bathing, and sometimes in his tent if he’s desperate or is already clean. 

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 8

3rd Person POV

Later that night, (Y/n) crawls under her covers to go to sleep; Marvel lies her small head on (Y/n)'s chest.

"'Night, girl," (Y/n) murmurs, drowsily scratching behind the cat's ears.

. . .

A few hours later, Marvel lifts her head, nuzzling (Y/n)'s face to try to wake her up. She lets out a whimper, pawing (Y/n)'s face.

The girl was sweating and her neck was resting at an awkward angle. Her breath had quickened and her eyes were moving rapidly under her closed eyelids.

Marvel jumps off the bed and streaks into Hermione's room. Hermione had always been a light sleeper, so when the cat jumped onto her bed, she wakes.

Marvel meows, and Hermione's head tilts in concern.

"What's wrong, Marvel?" Hermione asks and the black-and-white feline paws at Hermione's hand and jumps off the bed, stopping at the door, then looking back at the brunette.

What a peculiar cat, Hermione thinks, throwing back the covers and following the cat across the hall to her sister's room.

Marvel streaks over and onto the bed, her green eyes wide as she tries to nudge her companion awake again.

Realization and fear dawn in Hermione's eyes and she walks across the room and switches on (Y/n)'s bedside slight before placing a hand on her sister's shoulder, shaking it roughly.

"Come on," Hermione murmurs. "You've got to wake up."

(Y/n)'s eyes flash open, and she sits up in her bed, her eyes closed, head leaning against the headboard, her hands trembling.

Hermione sits down on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed, and takes her sister's hands in her own.

(Y/n) looks up, her eyes wide with shock - and a bright silver.

Hermione looks at her sister and (Y/n) subconsciously moves over and Hermione slides under the covers, her back leaning against the other half of (Y/n)'s pillow.

(Y/n) leans against Hermione's shoulder; Hermione, used to these nightmares, remains silent.

After a few minutes, she reaches over and turns off the bedside light.

(Y/n) turns on her side, her head resting on the pillow, and Hermione does the same.

. . .

(Y/n) and Hermione don't talk about the nightmare the night before as the two go about the rest of the break leading up until Christmas.

After breakfast Christmas morning, (Y/n), Hermione, and their parents walk into the living room.

"You girls want to pass out gifts?" Mrs. Granger asks and (Y/n) and Hermione nod.

After passing out the gifts, (Y/n) settles back down at her place in front of the couch. (Y/n) pulls the wrapping paper off one from Fred, and sitting on top was a card. It said:

(Y/n), Somebody got this picture of your first Quidditch match, I thought you'd like it.

- Fred

Lifting up the card, (Y/n) smiles seeing a picture in a frame. It was a picture of Fred and George lifting her up onto their shoulders after her first Quidditch match.

(Y/n) sets the picture and card beside her before picking up a gift from Harry. She smiles when she sees a Advanced Charms book and a book on Magical Creatures.

(Y/n) looks over at Hermione as the brunette at her side opens her gift. (Y/n) had given her sister a copy of Hogwarts: A History.

"I have a copy already," Hermione says, turning to (Y/n).

"There's a charm on it," (Y/n) explains. "Whenever something important in Hogwarts' history, it get's copied down in here. Look," (Y/n) says, opening a page. It says, October 31, 1991 - Hermione Granger, (Y/n) (L/n), Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, defeated a mountain troll in a girls toilet.

Hermione stares down at the book and a smile slowly spreads across her face. "This is really cool! I love it! But that's not how that went," Hermione says.

"Ah, but it's better than what actually happened," (Y/n) argues. "That was not my best birthday."

(Y/n) grabs another gift, pulls the paper off, and finds a box of chocolate frogs from Harry, and she sets them aside, promising to have one later.

One of (Y/n)'s last gifts is a package wrapped in glossy blue paper with wolves printed on it.

(Y/n),

Happy Christmas! I'm very proud of what you have accomplished at Hogwarts in such a short amount of time.

-Love,

Uncle Remus

(Y/n) gazes down at the card, a small smile on her face. Then she sets the card at her side and looks at the contents of the box. Inside was a small stuffed wolf with a tag on it's ear that read - (Y/n)'s first stuffed animal, a gift from Uncle Remus. Under that was a new stack of photos that (Y/n) promises herself to look at later.

(Y/n) opens a package and finds a red sweater with a silver (First Initial) on it. Under the sweater was a large box of homemade fudge and a letter.

(Y/n), My sons Ron, Fred, and George have told me a lot about you. My husband, Arthur, and I wish to meet you soon. Happy Christmas! -Molly Weasley

Grinning, (Y/n) pulls the sweater over her head and the four finishing opening all their gifts, both (Y/n) and Hermione take all their things upstairs.

3rd Person POV - with Harry - A few hours earlier

On Christmas Eve, Harry goes to bed looking forward for the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he wakes early in the morning, however, the first thing he sees is a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," says Ron sleepily as Harry scrambles out of bed and pulls on his bathrobe.

"You, too," says Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" says Ron, turning to his own pile, which is a lot bigger than Harry's.

Harry picks up the top parcel. It is wrapped in thick brown paper and and scrawled across it was to Harry, from Hagrid. Inside is a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself; Harry blows it - it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contains a note. We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note is a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," says Harry.

Ron seems fascinated by the fifty pence, "Weird!" he exclaims. "What a shape! This is money!"

"You can keep it," says Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron is. "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle - so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," says Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and - oh, no," he groans, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

"Every year she makes us a sweater," says Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," says Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

Harry's next present also contains candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione which Harry thought was kind of funny because he had gotten (Y/n) the same thing.

Harry's next parcel was from (Y/n). Opening it, he sees a small box. Feeling curious, Harry opens the box to see a couple of photos. One was of a raven haired man with amber eyes, Harry's father, and a red haired women with emerald green eyes, his mother. The two are standing with a (M/H/C) haired women, (Y/n)'s mum; all three were smiling.

Harry looks at another picture of two kids, probably about a year old. One was a boy with raven hair and emerald eyes, the other was a girl with (H/C) and green eyes - Harry himself and (Y/n).

Then, Harry sees a piece of paper sitting in the box.

Hey Harry,

I found these pictures in the box my godfather left me and I made a few copies. I figured you'd want them.

-Love,

(Y/n)

Harry smiles and picks up the final present. He picks it up and feels it. It's very light, he thinks, and he unwraps it.

Something fluid and silvery gray goes slithering to the floor where it lies in gleaming folds and Ron gasps.

"What is it?"

Harry picks up the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It's strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak," says Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on."

Harry throws the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gives a yell.

"It is! Look down!"

Harry looks down at his feet, but they are gone. He dashes to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looks back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulls the cloak over his head and his reflection vanishes completely.

"There's a note!" says Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry pulls off the cloak ans seizes the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you.

Use it well

A very Merry Christmas to you

There is no signature; Harry stares at the note, while Ron is admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," Ron says. "Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," says Harry. He fells very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father? he thinks.

Before he can say - or think - of anything else, but the dormitory door is flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounds in. Harry stuffs the cloak quickly out of sight. He doesn't fell like sharing it with anyone else yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look — Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and George are wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it,the other a G.

"Harry's is better than ours, though," says Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demands. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Ron moans halfheartedly as he pulls it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observes. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid — we know we're called Gred and Forge."

"What's all this noise?"

Percy Weasley sticks his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carries a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seizes.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."

"I — don't — want —" says Percy thickly, as the twins force the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," demands George."Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-march Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater.

Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas;tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce —and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulls a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet,and is chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings follow the turkey. Percy nearly breaks his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watches Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he calls for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggles and blushes, her top hat lopsided.

When Harry finally leaves the table, he is laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry has a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs.Norris's Christmas dinner.

Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they return to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry breaks in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. Harry suspects he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone feels too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge.

It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbs into bed is he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.

Harry leans over the side of his own bed and pulls the cloak out from under it. His father's ... this had been his father's. He lets the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.He has to try it, now. He slips out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he sees only moonlight and shadows. It's a very funny feeling.Use it well.Suddenly, Harry feels wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts is open to him in this cloak. Excitement floods through him as he stands there in the dark and silence. He can go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Ron grunts in his sleep. Should Harry wake him? Something holds him back— his father's cloak — he felt that this time — the first time — he wants to use it alone. Harry creeps out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbs through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawks the Fat Lady. Harry says nothing. He walks quickly down the corridor.

Harry, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He sets off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him as he walked.The library is pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lights a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looks as if it was floating along in midair,and even though Harry can feel his arm supporting it, the sight gives him the creeps.

The Restricted Section is right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separates these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles. They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book has a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be. Harry had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulls it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, lets it fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek splits the silence — the book is screaming! Harry snaps it shut, but the shriek goes on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbles backward and knocks over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside —stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he runs for it. He passes Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slips under Filch's outstretched arm and streaks off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He has been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going.Perhaps because it's dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There is a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library — Restricted Section."

Harry feels the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he is, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice is getting nearer, and to his horror, it's Snape who replies, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Harry stands rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape come around the corner ahead. They can't see him, of course, but it is a narrow corridor and if they come much nearer, they'd knock into him - the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

Harry backs away as quickly as he can. A door stands ajar to his left. It's my only hope, Harry thinks. He squeezes through it, holding his breath, trying to to move it, and to his relief, he manages to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walk straight past, and Harry leans against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. They had been close, very close, It is a few seconds before he notices anything about the room he his hidden in.

It looks like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs are piled against the walls, and there is an upturned wastepaper basket — but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It is a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame,standing on two clawed feet. There is an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

His panic fading now that there is no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moves nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again; he steps in front of it.

He has to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirls around, his heart pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed - for he had not seen only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room is empty. Breathing very fast, he turns slowly back to the mirror.

There he is, reflected in it, white ans scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, are at least ten others. Harry looks over his shoulder - but still, no one is there. Or are they invisible, too? Is his, in fact, in a room full of invisible people and this mirrors trick is that it reflects them, invisible or not?

Harry looks in the mirror again. A woman is standing right behind his reflection is smiling at him and waving. He reaches out a hand and feels the air behind him. If she is really there, he would touch her, their reflections are so close together, but he only feels air - she and the others exist only in the mirror.

She is a very pretty woman. Dark red hair and her eyes, emerald green eyes. Harry edges closer to the to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape as Harry's, but then he notices that she is crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wears glasses and his hair is very untidy. It sticks up at the back, just as Harry's does.

Harry is so close to the mirror that his nose is nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispers. "Dad?"

They just look at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looks into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and sees other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man, who looks as though he as Harry's knobbly knees - he is looking at his entire family for the first time in his life.

The Potters smile and wave at Harry and he stares hungrily hack at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he is hopping to fall right through it and reach them. He has a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stands there, he doesn't know. The reflections do not fade and he looks and looks until a distant noise brings him back to his senses. He can't stay here, he has to find a way back to his bed. He tears his eyes away from his mother's face, whispers, "I'll come back," and hurries from the room.

Harry does for the next two nights and Dumbledore had found Harry the last night. Dumbledore had told Harry the purpose of the mirror, to show the deepest desire of their hearts.

Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the Invisibility Cloak stays folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wishes he could forget what he'd seen in the mirror as easily, but he can't He starts having nightmares. Over and over a again he dreams of his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice crackles with laughter. What Harry didn't know, was that (Y/n) was having the same dreams. Repetition from the one on Christmas Eve night.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," says Ron, when Harry tells them about these dreams.

Word Count: 3759 words

[jungshookz]

ok but like what if jungkook and y/n are at a hockey match and a kiss cam lands on them but they're both strangers

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: biRTHDAY-themed fluff that is so utterly sweet you will undoubtedly get like ten cavities after reading this; tae demolished a whole serving of cheesy fries and he’s not feeling so good mr stark; namjoon & y/n bond over the fact that they just don’t get hockey   

➺ wordcount: 4.6k

➺ note: happy birthday to the man that not only owns my heart but also my whOLE ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my goD i love him!!!!!!!!!!!! u ruin my life but also make it ten times better!!!!!!!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

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“remind me again why jimin couldn’t come with you instead?” you scowl when someone bumps into you from behind and you instinctively reach down to pull your purse to your front

…what??

you haven’t cashed in your latest paycheque and you don’t want anyone steaLing your hard-earned money

you stumble into tae’s back when someone knocks into you again

you would think that people would have the common decency to be a little more polite but no

this is so not your scene

plus you saw an army of ants feasting on the carcass of a cockroach in the washroom and you immediately hightailed it ouT of there

your bladder is just going to have to wait til you return to safety of your own toilet

tae told you he’d be happy to chug down a gallon of soda and give you the cup to pee in and you nearly considered it because that would probably be cleaner than the washrooms here

“because- yeah, two forks, please - because he had some dumb work thing that he couldn’t skip out on and i wasn’t going to waste my front row tickets!” tae scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world

well

that’s fair, you suppose

“you really couldn’t invite anybody else? i was your next choice?” you cling to the back of tae’s jersey because everyone keeps shoving into you and you feel like you’re going to be carriEd away by a hoard of sweaty hockey fans if you don’t hold on to something

you don’t mean to sound ungrateful because it is really nice of taehyung to have invited you to this apparently suPer big-deal of a hockey game (you’re pretty sure the fans here would rip each other apart to get their hands on a front row ticket) but like ?///???

you aren’t exactly a super enthusiastic sports person

sure, you’ll watch a couple matches if it’s on the tv while you’re cleaning up your apartment or if you just need some noise in the apartment but it’s not something that you actively seek out to watch

if anything you’re 100% more likely to watch spongebob squarepants over a sports game

you just don’t see the appeal of watching grown men (anD women! ur a feminist! girls are great!) gliding around on ice clickity-clacking a tiny puck here and there with wooden sticks while very aggressively shOving into each other at the same time  

also the names of the hockey teams are always so dumb

you could probably come up with a better hockey team name because all you have to do is pick an adjective and then pick an animal

the screaming giraffes

the wailing whales

the condescending toads

you would pay good money to watch a match between the screaming giraffes and the wailing whales

you’re not sure if the condescending toads would make a good name now that you think about it  

“aw, c’mon! it’s not like you had any other plans, anyways.” tae raises a brow at you and you immediately scoff

he has a good point.,.,., but stiLL

“i totally had plans!”

“ordering a party sized serving of chicken alfredo and garlic bread and watching netflix doesn’t count as plans.”

…okay anoTHer good point

the seats that you guys got are actually pretty good

you’re located right in the middle so you get an equal view of the goal on the right and the goal on the left

it’s not like you’re going to be paying attention to the game but still

very nice!

“can you believe we only had to pay $5 for all of this?” tae laughs lightly in disbelief as he rubs his hands together and looks down at the foot-long hot dog sitting on his lap

“…it should be concerning that we got all of this for $5.” you mutter under your breath and stare down at the plastic-looking cheese smothered over the fries

you told tae not to go overboard with the food but of course he didn’t listen to you which is why you guys are sharing a foot-long chilli cheese dog anD an extra large order of chilli cheese fries and a slurpee served in a literal bucket

usually you’d be down to inhale all of this but uh

you don’t want to sound snooty or anything but you saw one of the employees accidentally drop an entire bag of cheese into the pot before quickly fishing it out with their bare hands and you’re pretty sure that’s a health code violation

you mentioned it to tae and he said it wasn’t a big deal and- well, he’s already starting to scarf down the hot dog

side note

these fries are actually really good

you stab a few more of them with your fork before shovIng the biteful into your mouth and gently dabbing some cheese sauce off your chin with your napkin

just because you’re starving doesn’t mean all your manners are going to fly out the damn window

you didn’t eat breakfast this morning so this is a great first meal

“vou know what fhe beft part iv of sitting in the front?” tae asks through a faT mouthful of hot dog and you immediately wince in respond

men are disgusting

“what?” you reach over to wipe tae’s mouth with a napkin because both his hands are occupied by the almost offensively large hotdog

he swallows his bite before licking some chilli from the corner of his mouth

again

men are disgusting

“sometimes the hockey players get sLammed right up against the protective shield right in front of us.” tae gestures to the clear plastic panels separating the crowd from the rink “and if you’re really lucky, you get to see someone lose a tooth or something!”

you immediately make a face

“wha- how is that-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” you glance over for a second when someone quite literally scReams out loud for their friend

and then you’re turning to face tae again

“as i was saying,” you pause for a brief second when tae reaches over to take the fries from you, “how the hell is that the best part about sitting in the fr-“

you jump in surprise when what feels like a whole handful of popcorn suddenly scatters down on your head and onto your lap

oh coMe ON

you just washed your hair this morning!!!!!

the crumbs are going to look like you have veRy bad dandruff

also this is heavily buTTERED popcorn which means that the grease stains on your jeans are probably going to be there for the rest of your life

and these jeans were expeNSIVE

>:-(

this hockey game is not a very fun experience so far

“oh shit, sorry!”

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” you mutter as you flick a kernel of popcorn off your shoulder

yep

there’s a speck of grease on your sweater

greAt

“just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“ you look up to-

o-oh

OH

oh god

oh god the popcorn guy is cute

and not just cute

he’s like.,,. he’s suPER CUTE

round brown eyes

obscenely perfectly tousled black hair

he definitely looks to be around your age which is a big fat bonus

although that colour-block hoodie of his is making him look a lot younger you still think it’s safe to say he’s probably around your age

“sorry, miss… the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!” the guy flashes you a boyish smile and you feel your mouth go dry

oh dear lord

have mercy

“hey- you want extra chilli on your half of the hot dog?” you’re rudely poPped out of your little bubble when taehyung suddenly elbows your side

“wh- what? what?” you tear your eyes away from the handsome stranger who’s making himself comfortable in the seat right next to you before clearing your throat and looking over at tae

“extra chilli!” tae chirps and raises your half of the hot dog up a little

he already finished his half which isn’t a huge surprise

to be honest he was going to just go ahead and finish the hot dog but he figured it’d be nice to at least offer you a bite

“-i even asked for an extra little container of chopped up onions because i know you like-“

“no!” you blurt out and whack the container of onions out of tae’s hand causing it to smAck against the plastic divider before clattering to the ground

the two of you blink down at it

tae purses his lips before subtly kicking as much of it as possible under his seat

“i, um, i’m actually not that hungry. you can finish the hot dog.” you clear your throat again before unscrewing the lid of your bottle of water and taking a tentative, ladylike sip

“…what are you talking about? you were going to town on those cheesy fries like five seconds ago- oW-“

“jungkook, over here! i found our seats!” jungkook perks up when he sees namjoon waving him over

aH

there he is!

he was starting to get worried that namjoon wandered off somewhere or somehow locked himself in the supply closet or something

namjoon put him in charge of snack duty and he went aLL out

popcorn? check!

roasted peanuts? double check!

blue-flavoured slurpee? triple check!

he actually ended up getting two drinks because namjoon likes to bite the straw and jungkook doesn’t want to share a drink with a straw-biter

“here, i’ll take the peanuts and my drink-“ namjoon plucks the paper bag and the plastic cup cradled in jungkook’s arms before he steps aside to let him squeeze into the aisle

namjoon actually won these hockey game tickets from a raffle at work and jungkook almost exploded with joy when he invited him to come and watch it with him

it was actually pretty perfect timing because the game just so happened to land on jungkook’s birthday

namjoon gave jungkook the best birthday present and he didn’t even have to spend a dime

:’)

“s’cuse me, sorry-“ jungkook weasels his way in between the aisles and carefully steps over people’s legs as he makes his way to his seat exciTEdly

he’s never been to a live sports game before!!!

and he’s definitely never been in the froNt row of anything before!!!!

two birds with one fAt stone!

also he-

“oh shit, sorry!” he gasps when he accidentally tips his carton of popcorn a little bit causing it to land all over the stranger seated next to his spot

shiT

there goes half his popcorn

he’s not going to go back up to the concessionary stand to get more popcorn because the game is about to start and the line is probably still half a mile long

“it’s all good, it’s all good…” jungkook winces to himself and feels his cheeks heat up a little as he watches you brush the popcorn to the ground

yikes

he’s about to sit down when suddenly you speak up again “just be careful with that drink of yours because i-“

jungkook feels his heart skip a beat when you look up at him

oh wowie you’re pretty  

…he just spilt his greasy popcorn all over a very pretty girl

double yikes

it’s fine

just play it cool

he can play it cool

“sorry…” jungkook raises his cup a little “the plastic lids here are flimsy as hell and mine keeps popping off so you can’t blame me if i get you wet!”

he immediately pales as soon as that tumbles out of his mouth

wha-

what the HELL was that?!?!?!

out of all the things he could’ve said

his three and a half brain cells came up with thAT

you can’t blame me if i get you wet???????

you probably think he’s some kind of weird peRVERT now

luckily your boyfriend starts talking to y-

huh

you have a boyfriend

of course you have a boyfriend

jungkook lets out a little huff before plopping down on the plastic seat

whatever >:-(

namjoon leans over and glances into the popcorn bag before frowning

damnit

he just wanted some popcorn

:-(

“holy shiT, did you see that backhand????” tae practically screeches as he reaches over and slaps your arm aggressively “y/n, did you see it????”

“i saw- i sAW it, i saw it!” you scowl and smack his hands away from you

“oh my god, that was legEndary-“

you can barely hear tae’s enthusiastic blabbering because all you can hear is the sound of skates shrEdding up the ice and the sound of the puck being whacked back and forth and also cheers and whOops from all of these diehard fans

you honestly have no idea what the hell is going on right now

all you know is that the two teams are tied right now and everYone’s getting frustrated

you’re not sure which team you should be rooting for so you’re just basing it off of which uniform you like better

in other words, you’re cheering on the pUrpLe team!

also no one’s been smacked up against the plastic divider yet which is a huge relief because you’re not sure if you want to see anyone lose any teeth today

“will you cut it out?? your future girlfriend probably isn’t going to appreciate it if you’re practically beating her up-“

jungkook perks up immediately when he hears that come out of your mouth

aH

so that guy isn’t your boyfriend!

nice!!!!!

that means he still has a chance even though he dumped like a pound of popcorn on you and almost drenched you in his blue-flavoured slurpee

also he didn’t mean to eavesdrop

it’s just hard noT to eavesdrop when you’re sitting right next to him

he’s been paying attention to the game because duH but also he keeps thinking about how cute u look when you have a mouthful of french fries

also

now he knows that your name is y/n which is actually pretty fitting

you look like a y/n

it’s cute!

on an unrelated note

u smell rly nice but he can’t quite put his finger on what that particular scent is

jungkook’s nose twitches

hm

“what do you mean the game isn’t over yet??” you groan and plop yourself back down in the seat “there was an intermission like half an hour ago!!!”

“there are two intermissions, you whiney baby!”  tae scowls

you need to chill

you’re acting like watching a hockey game is equivalent to getting your teeth pulled out

you’re being a bABy

if he can sit through hours and houRS of your reality tv shows you can sit through one hockey game

“so…” namjoon pauses for a second “the game… isn’t over?”

“nope! there’s one more round.” jungkook chirps and shovels a handful of popcorn into his mouth

“oh.” namjoon slumps back in his seat a little

he thought the game was over

to be honest he was ready to leave before the first intermission but jungkook looked like he was having the time of his life so he decided to wait it out  

“so what are we supposed to do now?” namjoon furrows his brows “do they just expect us to wait and do nothing?”

“well, no, they’re doing that thing where-“ jungkook immediately chokes when he suddenly sees his face on the jumbotron

and unsurprisingly

your face is also on the jumbotron

“y/n-“

“hold on, i’m about to beat my high score-“ your tongue pokes out in concentration as you focus on your very intense session of tetris

“y/n-“ tae hisses and punches your arm

“ow!” you whine and rub your sore arm

tae’s been hitting you for the duration of the whole game and you’re pretty sure your arm is about to fall off

he needs to cut it out

he knoWs you bruise like a pEACH

“-what did i tell you about hitting me???” you put your phone down and turn to glare at tae

“you’re on the- look!!!!” tae points to the front and-  

you immediately pale when you realise that yes, that is most definitely your face on the jumbotron right now, and yes, you and jungkook, the very handsome stranger that you definitely already have a crush on, are currently trapped inside of a big pinK heart with the words ‘KISS CAM’ floating on top of the heart

oh god

you can’t kiss him

you still taste like cheesy fries

and your lips are chapped

and your tongue is stained blue from the slurpee

you can’T KISS HIM

and also he’s a literal stranger but most importantly you are not in the right state to be kisSEd right NOW

“oh, no-“ you shake your head quickly before making a slicing gesture over your neck “we’re not- we’re not together!”

jungkook glances at you for a brief second and he can sEe the panic in your eyes

okay

he was down to kiss you but obviously you don’t feel the same way which is totally understandable but stiLL

oh well

he might as well join in on the protesting

“right, yeah- we don’t know each other!” jungkook shakes his hand at the camera and you flash a sheepish smile at the camera before shrugging

the crowd immediately erupts into boos and you immediately scoff before turning to face the people behind you

“excuse-” you gawk when someone has the audacity to thrOW a handful of popcorn down at you guys “-excuse you!”

you turn back to face the camera and shake your head before holding your arms up and crossing one over the other

“sorry! we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!!”

you shoot a glare in tae’s direction when he joins in on the booing

sometimes you don’t know why you’re friends with him because he’s literally suCH a moRON

“seriously, we’re not- oh, okay-“ you let out a breath of relief when the camera moves away from the two of you

you immediately slump back in your seat

phEW

that was a close call

if ur going to kiss jungkook it’s going to be because he wantS to kiss you and noT because he’s being forCed to kiss you

“sorry about that…” he turns to look at you and you immediately perk up

“no, you have nothing to apologise for! don’t sweat it.” you laugh lightly and shake your head before digging through your purse for a stick of gum

your breath still tastes like cheesy fries and it’s not very pleasant

“i, uh, i’m jungkook, by the way.” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake

oh

he’s… introducing himself to you

…does that mean… he might be… interested in you…?

hM

much to think about

you take his hand gently before offering him a shy smile “i’m y/n.”

“and i’m taehyung!” tae leans over and shoots jungkook a boxy smile “i would shake your hand but my fingers are still sticky with cheese.”

your eyes flutter shut and you pinch the bridge of your nose

kim taehyung is the absolute bane of ur existence

“it’s nice to meet you guys. uh, this is-“ jungkook glances over his shoulder “this is namjoon!”

“hey, hi.” namjoon smiles politely and nods to the both of you in acknowledgement “are you guys big hockey fans?”

“i’m not, but tae is-“ you laugh lightly and namjoon’s eyes liGht up

“i’m not that big of a fan either! i honestly don’t really get it!“

“right??” you gasp in excitement because now you have someone you can actually talk to about this stuff “what’s the big deal with a group of grown men gliding around and-“

“i know!! also i always lose track of where the puck is-“

taehyung and jungkook lean back slightly to give each other the same looks of ‘do you hear what i’m hearing right now?’

“i don’t see what the point is of having two intermissions-“ you nearly jump ten feet into the air when the crowd suddenly buRsts into cheers and for a second you think it’s because the game is resuming

but nO

because take a WILD guess as to whose faces are up on the jumbotron aGAIN

“wha- are you people serious?!” you gawk as you stare at yourself at the screen

…is that really what you look like?

you look weirder when you’re up on the big screen for some reason

you don’t get a chance to dwell on the fact that people can probably see your pores from how HD the camera is because the next thing you know, the crowd is beginning to chant

“kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!”

jungkook lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head before reaching up to pluck at the silver hoop hanging from his ear (it’s a nervous hAbit and he is very vERY nervous right now) “sorry, we’re not going to!”

“kiSS! kiSS! kiSS! kiSS!”

“you heard the guy!” you gesture over to jungkook “we’re not doing it, you pERverts!”

it seems like the audience couldn’t give leSS of a shit because every time you and jungkook say that you two aren’T going to kiss they become more riled up

even taehyung and namjoon have joined in on the chanting

namjoon can’t help but snort when jungkook turns to look at him with briGht red cheeks

if ya can’t beat em join em!!!

“we’re going to be here all day! just move on!”

“KISS!”

“we’re not going to kiss!!!!!!!”

“KISS!”

“we don’t even know each other!”

“KISS!”

“my lips are suPer chapped!”

“KISS!”

“take a hint!”

“oh for the love of god-“ jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when you’re suddenly grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him towards you and-

his heart stops in his chest when you press your lips against his and he immediately freezes

o god

you’re kissing him

you’re kiSsing HIM

you pull away far too soon for jungkook’s liking (it was obviously only meant to be a peck) and jungkook blinks owlishly

wha-

is that it?????

that’s all????

you are riPPING him off

“there, we kissed! are you freAKS happ-“ before you get a chance to get all smug with the camera jungkook’s yanking you back and smearing his lips over yours

the crowd now eRUPTS into cheers and screams and namjoon is literally screeching his head off next to jungkook

taehyung isn’t doing any better

he threw his half-eaten hot dog up into the aIR

and for a brief second jungkook thinks you’re going to freak out and pull away but he’s more than pleasantly surprised when you begin to kiss him back

also he figured out what u smell like and why he likes it so much

it’s because you smell like his favourite fabric softener

and if that’s not a sign that you’re basically perFect for him then he doesn’t know what is!!!!

jungkook reaches up to cup your cheek gently while your fingers curl around the nape of his neck

needless to say

you are vERy much making out with a stranger right now (your mom would probably flip if she found out) but you most definitely don’t give a hECK because jungkook’s lips are so soft and he tastes like buttery popcorn

the tiniest of whimpers slips past your lips when jungkook teases you with small brushes of his tongue against yours

he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss and all of a sudden you feel lightheaded and your entire body feels like jello

he’s such a good kisser that you nearly forget the fact that the two of you are making out in front of like 20,000 people right now

a smirk twitches at the corner of jungkook’s mouth when he pulls away and you immediately respond with a whine

it started off with you getting him all flustered but obviously the tables have turned because you are just putty in his hands and he knows it

“jungkook…” you sigh breathlessly as he nudges his nose against yours

oH boy

your soul definitely left your body

you’re still floating on cloud nine

meanwhile the crowd is still compLETELY losing it because they were just expecting a little pek and not THIS

“yeah?” jungkook takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he resists the urge to lean in and kiss you again

“i think this means you have to take me out on a date now.”

“…i think you might be right.”

best

birthday

ever

:-)

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Always the extra, never the lead (part 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X F! Reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait, forgive me for being so lazy omgg. I'm really having a hard time how to end this, so I'm sorry if I just end it like that and feels like rushed. I feel like it's up to your imagination on how you'll pereceive it lololol (i'mjustsolazytocontinue). Thank you for reading! And I'm writing another angst so if you want to get your heart broken again, stay tuned ig.

Shocked. Confused. He didn't actually know what he's feeling that time as he watched you bidding your goodbye with that forced smile. He didn't dare move as if the the gravity was pulling him too hard from his seat.

All he can do is watch your retreating form with a conflicted expression as he try to sort his mind.

He already made a decision. And that is to put a distance between the two of you. So, why? Why did that the fucking organ inside in his chest feels so heavy when you called his nickname with a dejected voice as if that will be the last time you'll him that?

That is a mystery that he didn't want to find out. Yet.

He left the restaurant as soon as you went home, pissed with the nosy extras that's giving him a cruel look for making a girl cry.

Everything went fine after the incident but it doesn't mean that his life will go back to normal. He pushed you away, even though you said that you'll still be his friend, the bridge connecting the two of you is already replaced with a big crater. As much as he wants to act normal, something inside him screams that he's doing thubgs wrong and that irritates him to hell.

"Hello, earth to Bakugou!" A sweet voice makes him go back to reality. His eyes widen for a bit when he saw your face but it immediately disappeared when his crimson eyes fell to the girl he's currently dating. "Geez, Bakugou. If you feel sick, I think you shouldn't pushed yourself coming here."

"Huh? What yer' talking about, shitty woman?!" His tone rises than he intended as he take a bite on his now cold food. It's been a week since they really started going out for real. Taking a walk here and there, eating outside, and such. It's nothing really special. Just like how it used to be when they were young.

Akiya came home from New York last year after her parents died in a villain attack there. Mitsuki's the one who offered her to stay ath their home for a while. She's his childhood quirkless friend, well, technically his mother forced him to befriend her since her mom's a close friend. She was devastated at that time and Bakugou's there to comfort her, having a great sense of urge to protect her.

"Oh? So, you're fine after all." She laughed, teasing him for his outburst which just made him sigh. "You know...," she said trailing her words. "Someone told me that if you don't want to feel regret at the end, you don't have to overthink something and just let your heart decides."

Her philosophical words makes him furrows his brows, not really knocking any sense to him. "Quit the Confucius wannabe act, shitty woman. What the hell are you on?"

She chuckles. "What I'm saying is...before it's too late, you should chase the girl you really love. Y/n, that's her name, right?"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"C'mon, Bakugou! Quit being a dick  and go get your girl. I know you since childhood and, gosh, you're so obvious."

He didn't talk back, not that he doesn't have any snarky remark but he just want to listen and get enlightened. "You didn't really love me." She said that as if it weighs nothing. "We both know it. What we have between us is just platonic. Your urge of protecting me is nothing but a hero instinct really. Like a responsiblity, that's all. You just thought that I'm the one you wanted to protect the most because I'm weak and you already thought that that's love."

He watched her crossing her arms, brow raising up as she tries to lecture him about love and his crooked . "It's clear that you love her. That's why I was so confused when you asked me out. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with your judgement? You're so smart and yet really stupid."

"Then, why did you still accept me?!" His voice raising up, feeling the pent up frustrations as he function his brain. The hazy, cloudy water he's looking at slowly  getting clearer as the girl, who was supposedly dating him is, helping him unravel his feelings. "I'd like to see how long you'd last but I'm getting frustrated at our set up considering how tangled your feelings."

•••

With the energetic sun outside, class 3-A students decided to spend their Sunday inside their dorm. Gathering at the common area as they ramble about how dreading and tedious the day is. As for you, it was just another day for sulking, not really feeling to socialize. A week of holing yourself in your room, avoiding to cross path with a certain someone as you try to heal yourself. It just feels so good lazying around in your room with soft blanket wrapping you up like burrito.

But, of course, someone will come barging in your room and destroy the peace you once had. Hands on her hip, the pink haired looked at you like a mother going to reprimand her child. "I swear, y/n, I'll trash you're room if you didn't stand up right now and have fun with us."

"C'mon y/n-chan! Don't let Bakugou spoil your day." You winced when the bubbly, round face uttered his name. That's one of the reason why you chose to trapped yourself in you room. Hearing any signs related to him just brings back the humiliation and despair you felt that night. "Girl, I'll tell you get over it. You're too good for him. It's his loss for letting you go away."

"Uh, that's absolutely right! And don't get me started with that girl he chose over you. It's clear that you're much better and yet..." Mina intejected empasing the word to prove her point, shaking her head as she clicked her tongue. This just lead Momo to stop the the acid user from dissing the girl. "Mina, don't pick on Akiya. She's a sweet girl."

Tsuyu nodded, agreeing with Momo. "You know they said that the key of moving on is to fill yourself with happiness. So, push those bitterness away from your soul and come downstairs to have fun."

A small smile forming on your lips, grateful for having a best group of friends. Their comforting words and the way they cheer you up makes your heart swell, tears welling up your eyes. 

Fits of laughter welcomes you as your eyes met the chaotic state of your classmates. It's true that they're really having fun. Kaminari, Mineta, and Sero are in the middle, standing as they act something ridiculous while Kirishima, Tenya, Jirou are sitting on the large couch, trying not to laugh so hard as they guessed. They really took charades in the next level. Your other classmates are just on the other side of the couch watching the game, shouting if they figured it out. 

Mina pushed you towards them as the both of you squeezed yourselves at the large couch, sitting beside the crimson locks. You smiled at him when he noticed your presence, feeling awkward, you focused your gaze on the goofy duo.

You're barely containing your laughter when they turn their backs on you, for sure it will be something that will make Ms. Joke insecure with her banters. "Hey, why are you taking so–"

Jirou can't finish her sentence when the sparky blond abruptly faces you. You were losing it, hands on your aching stomach as unsophistacated laughs escape your mouth. Lo and behold, Kaminari with his newly styled hair, split in half as Sero's tape keep it standing. Chest puffing up and flexing his biceps while copying the familiar pro-hero's famous smile.

"That's an awful version of All Might, sparky." You said, cheeks burning up after you calmed down yourself. "Hey, you hurt my feelings, y/n." You cackled at his response, eyes rolling at his childishness.

"But I'm giving you an A plus for making us laugh though."

"Well, it's my pleasure to put a smile on your face." Eyes winking as he shoot his famous thumb gun to you. Oh god, he's really flirting at you in front of your classmates. You snort when you saw Mina playfuly raising her brows, giving you a knowing look.

Another round was immediately ended with Mina shouting the answer on top of her lungs. It was really obvious when Denki held the pervert grape boy and raised him up in the air, immediately giving away the answer for the popular pose in the Lion King.

You saw Denki walking towards you with a playful smile painted on his face. You yelp when he suddenly pulls your hand, making you stand up, guiding you to the middle. You didn't want to spoil the fun, so you just let him do what he's planning about.

"Okay, okay, this time let's change our players! Mineta, please move aside." He said shoving the tiny creature, not letting him protest. "Let the princess here shine with me."

You heard your classmates shout, the girls cheering you while giving you a thumbs up. You both looked at the whiteboard held by Momo, reading the next word to guess, you sighed.

"Oh! T-that's..." Your partner stuttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at you flustered. "What? That's really not hard."

It's true though. The word was simple. All they gotta do is imitate the the 'titanic pose'. "I-I..uh..okay."

He snuggled behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. Most of the girls are squeling, too excited at the scene. You raised your arms, spreading just like what Rose did, making your shirt rise a bit. You felt the sparky blond's slender fingers making contact at the little exposed skin, unknowingly sending a tiny jolts. You flinch at the ticklish feeling, leaving a gasp from your mouth. It seems that Denki's purposely tickling you through his electricity.

"Oh my god! S-stop it, Denki." You try to slap his hand away as you let another cackle. "Make me."

The game is now long forgetten when Mina decided to team up with the blind and hold both of your wrists. You're helplessly laying on the floor as he continue to tickle you. Unladylike snort escaping your lips while wagging your head, kicking your foot as you try to pry his hands away.

The class president's scolding Kaminari, hands moving robotically, but it just falls on deaf ears. Your other classmates are having a pillow fight that you didn't  who started it. The common room is now a mess.

Snarky as ever he is, the sight before him adds fuel to the raging fire inside him. The girl beside him is all smiles upon entering the famous UA. Deciding that it's better for her to tag along with him to help him chose the right path and not make mistakes again. Playing cupid and matchmaking really excites her.

"Are they having a party here?" The sweet girl whispered as he scans the now messy common room, pillows being thrown while some are tackling each other. The first thing his eyes land on is the sight of you tackled by the electric user as you laugh your lungs out.

You are really having fun.

"Oh god, are we too late?" Is he? The thought scared the fuck out of him. Your eyes widen when you spot him by the door...with the girl he's dating beside him.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" He yelled, making his classmate's head snapped towards his direction, eyeing the the two of them. Akiya waved her hand, shyly greeting them with a small 'hello'.

His jaw clench, darting eyes on his idiot blond friend. "Bakubro, you're home.." He said, acknowledging his presence as his eyes moved to the girl beside him. "...and you brought your girlfriend."

You were just fine a while ago. Laughing so hard til tomorrow. For the first time after you got rejected, you got a taste of happiness and yet the universe doesn't really want you to make the most out of it. There he was, scowl on his face as he introduce his girlfriend to the Bakusquad.

You classmates began dispersing as they went back to their own rooms, realizing that the fun has ended.

Something's really tugging your heart too hard for your own liking as if it wants to torture you with a heart ache. You didn't know that you're frozen in place like a fucking statue.

Mina crept beside you, nudging your shoulder snapping out of your trance. Denki already let you go upon seeing the fuming new arrival, throwing a glare at him. As you get a hold of yourself, you decided to go back to your room.

But the gods are not done with you, telling that you're still have an important role to fulfill. Someone screams your name, your mission of going back to the room peacefully were interrupted.

"Hey, y/n!" You muttered a curse before facing them. You wanted to raise your eyebrow, be bitchy, and act like you just didn't get your ass dumped by the man she's clinging to. Honey and flowers hit your nose when she engulfs you in a hug. You were surprised by the sudden close of proximity.

"Oh! Hey, uh, You know me?"

You internally slapped yourself at the awkwardness. Still, you're surprised that you're not a stuttering mess. Your heart leapt when your eyes met his vermillion eyes. He's fucking staring straight at you brazenly.

"Of course! Bakugou told me a lot about you." You noticed how the grumpy man opens his mouth to protest but he was shushed by his girlfriend.

"I just hope he's not dissing me." You chuckle, proud of yourself that you're still not crumbling. "No, don't worry it's the opposite actually."

"Well, that's assuring, I guess." Oh, you really want to save by someone from this awkward situation. "And I have something really, really important to say before I went home."

Soon, you found yourself trapped with the couple in your room. Bakugou is just standing by the door, arms crossed on his chest as he sigh while her girlfriend sat at the edge of your bed, moving her head as a signal for the blond to get moving. You just watched them, dumbfounded and clueless on what's going on. "We already broke up."

Your head snapped to her direction, confused. "Huh?"

You're lying if you swore that you didn't almost jump in glee upon hearing that. A bit of hope swelling inside you as you wished that it isn't some kind of prank. But you're confused, why the hell did she informed you that.

"Y/n, I just want to tell you that that man there is so dumb when it comes to feelings and emotions. I want you to listen to him. Okay, I've done my part. Now, Bakugou, it's your turn."

She said getting up, ready to leave the two of you. A smile etched on her face as she watch your confused face. "Good luck!" She whispered to his hear, giving him a playful salute before turning the knob. Now, leaving the two characters who met again in a new act.

Well, people met a lot of characters who play a different role in their lives. Most of them even minor roles will give a new meaning and lessons that will help them nurture themselves. To say the least Akiya is a character who plays an inportant role in the story. She's just there to build the climax of the tale who help the two conflicted protagonists achieved their 'happy ending'.

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