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silverofthunder · 7 months ago

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☆ downfall ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader || 🔞

summary: ”I need more time.”

content: 2.6k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, romance, angst, hurt/comfort

♡♡ part 1 ♡♡ part 2 ♡♡ part 3 ♡♡ part 4 ♡♡ part 5 ♡♡

Finally reached this point of the story. This wasn't that easy to write but well, sometimes things go different way. I love how this story is challenging me even thought this has been pretty easy to write on most parts. Enjoy!

It had been a while since you two had spend some time at the cemetery. Everything had started from there so it was only natural to return there. The coldness of the night was biting but you were so comfortable sitting on the large tombstone, sketching in your notebook. Copia was lying beside you, his head resting on your lap and you used his upper arm as a stand for your notebook. He wasn’t asleep, obviously, just enjoying the quietness like you.

Lately you had been having moments like this more frequently, where there was silence between you, and you had usually been writing or sketching while Copia was just close to you. It didn’t feel like you needed to talk, just sharing the space, the night was enough. You were glad that Copia didn’t need to spend all of his nights alone anymore. Of course he had his brothers but it wasn’t the same. The Emeritus brothers were quite a gang now that you had gotten to know them better and you knew how… chaotic it might get if they would spend too much time with each other.

You smiled and shook your head at the thought of the brothers arguing with each other. Especially Terzo and Copia seemed to clash the most, though it was still obvious that they cared about one another greatly. Being the eldest ones, Primo and Secondo were probably the voices of reason and did they best to keep things civil. Copia adored Primo and they seemed to have the closest brotherly bond. It was sweet, seeing the two always being so kind to each other, speaking of the other warmly.

Copia and Secondo seemed to share the most mysterious bonds you had ever seen. There was respect and all but you hadn’t seen them showing much affection towards each other. Well, it wasn’t really that odd as Secondo certainly was someone who seemed to be less open about his feelings. His stoicness was sometimes intimidating and he wasn’t really talkative in general but it didn’t mean that he didn’t care about his brothers.

”Penny for you thoughts.” Copia’s voice brought you back on earth. You chuckled quietly, slipping your notebook and pen into your coat’s pocket, threading your fingers into Copia’s hair.

”I was just thinking about you and your brothers and how things are between you.”

Copia shifted, turning his head so he could look up at you. In the dim light of your phone’s flashlight Copia seemed a bit… tired but you didn’ t think more of it and just smiled down at him.

”Well, they can be a pain in the ass but we’re as great we can be,” Copia said with a small smile on his lips.

”Good.”

The silence returned between you quickly as neither of you seemed to want to continue the conversation and you lifted your head to gaze into the distance. The coldness was really starting to get into you and you needed to move soon, otherwise you would freeze on the spot. A thought crossed your mind and you pondered for a moment if you dared to suggest it.

”Could we play a bit?” you eventually asked. ”I really need to move or I’ll freeze to death.”

Copia moved into a sitting position, raising his brow.

”Play?”

”Yeah, it’s silly but…” you paused for a moment, turning to look at Copia, ”could you maybe chase me, like you were hunting?”

Copia blinked like he was trying to figure out if he had heard right. You waited, eyes scanning Copia’s face closely. This time he had no paints on and there were indeed lines on his face, clearly a sign of tiredness. A small knot of worry formed within you but you decided to leave it be for now.

”Sure, if that’s what you want,” Copia finally responded, offering you a smile. You stood up immediately, your feet feeling a little numb so you had to rub them for a moment and do some little jumps. Copia looked at you amused, standing then up, too.

”Let’s have some fun,” you smirked and started to walk backwards, further away from Copia. Soon you turned your back on him and ran, the excitement bubbling inside you.

Copia took his time to circle you, moving fast and with elegance, before grabbing you from behind and swirling you around to steal a quick kiss from you. You laughed as he disappeared soon after and continued running.

The next moment he appeared in front of you, fangs bared and you smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and spinning around. When your feet met the ground again, Copia was gone in the blink of an eye, now lurking somewhere in the darkness. Watching, following your every move as your feet carried you around the cemetery.

Eventually you started to feel out of breath and you decided to head back to the tombstone. You passed a large tree and unfortunately your other leg got stuck to something and you lost your balance, falling to the ground. Cursing you moved into a sitting position, your ankle stinging and when you took a look at it, there was a big scratch marring the skin. You touched it carefully, bringing your fingers then closer to your face.

Blood. There was a tiny bit of blood on the tip of your fingers.

You barely had time to blink before Copia was there and the next thing you felt was a sharp pain, something burning you from inside out and you screamed. Tears gathered to your eyes as you realized that Copia was holding your leg, his fangs sunk into your skin, the look in his eyes predatoric as he sucked your blood. The burning pain was soon fading and you stared at Copia completely frozen.

Tears fell down to your cheeks, and at the same time you were numb but also shattering from within. You had no idea of how much time had passed but somewhere at the back of your mind you knew that this couldn’t continue. You had to make Copia stop.

”Please…” you said. ”Stop.”

Copia didn’t seem to register your words, his hold of your leg just tightening and now the dread was slowly creeping into you, for the first time in Copia’s presence. You sucked in a shaky breath.

”Stop!” you now shouted, pained, and gave a little kick to Copia with your other leg. That seemed to break him out of his trance, his eyes widening in shock as he backed away fast, going to lean against the nearest tree. You stood up fast, eyes still glued to him, seeing how he was shaking. He didn’t look at you anymore and soon he turned and disappeared into the night without a word.

You stood there staring at into nothingness for a what felt like a small eternity. It was hard to think straight but eventually your instincts told you to leave so you did go to pick up your phone and walked home as fast you could. At home you took a care of the scratch and bite marks, tears burning your eyes the whole time, heart feeling heavy in your chest.

When you finally got to the bed, you curled up under the blanket, hugging a pillow, hoping it would offer you at least a bit of comfort you so desperately needed then.

After that night you didn’t see Copia anymore. You tried to continue your life as normally as you could, going to work and using your free time sketching and writing. You avoided moving anywhere near Hunter’s Moon or any other place where you and Copia had spend time together. It had been so hard to get your head around the fact that Copia had bitten you – it still hurt. Not physically, the marks on your ankle were already healed, but emotionally.

You had trusted Copia not to hurt you and yet he had ended up doing so. Of course you had known the risk but you still had believed it wouldn’t happen without a warning. It had been some weeks by now, yet the pain in your heart didn’t seem to lessen. You did your best to keep yourself busy but when you were home, ready to get some sleep, everything just became harder. There were nights that you had barely slept, your mind and heart trying to make a sense of it all. You were tired and yearning for some comfort. Any kind would do now if you were honest.

Copia wasn’t the only one you had not seen. You had expected that at some point one of his brothers would come to you but so far there had been no sight of them. Until one evening when you had just reached your apartment door and were fishing your keys out of your pocket.

”How have you been?” You were startled by Terzo’s voice, your heart jumping in your chest as you turned around to face him. He looked genuinely concerned and you let out a sigh.

”I’ve been better,” you answered folding your arms in front of you. ”You probably know what happened.”

Terzo nodded. ”I’m sorry.” You shrugged. ”Not your fault.”

”No, but we’re all the same, nonetheless,” Terzo said and you knew what he meant. ”Of course, none of us wanted that to happen. Not like that.”

”Well, it happened and it can’t be undone,” you said, probably sounding a bit frustrated. Terzo took a few steps closer to you, and you allowed that, though the uneasiness was prickling under your skin. Terzo probably sensed that as his brows furrowed slightly.

”You’re not the only one hurt. Copia…” Terzo started to explain, a hint of sadness in his eyes. ”He is not doing well. He has barely been feeding ever since the… accident. He has been saying that he can’t ever see you again but I think that he needs to see you.”

A thought of Copia not feeding properly made your heart hurt like someone was squeezing it tightly. However, you didn’t know if you were sure you wanted to see Copia yet. At some point you probably had to see him but now…

”I don’t think I’m ready to see him yet.”

Your words seemed to only make Terzo more sad but there was also understanding evident in his gaze.

”I know that this is the worst possible situation to you but… I’m afraid that if this goes on for too long, something bad happens. Copia is known for taking things heavily and beating himself up. If he does stop feeding…”

Terzo didn’t finish his sentence and you could guess why. You clenched your fists and jaw, willing away the horrible thought from your mind.

”I need more time,” you spoke quietly, now taking a step towards Terzo. He gave you a small smile, nodding, his shoulders slugging. It wasn’t nice to see him like that, and a moment later you opened your arms, motioning Terzo to come closer. He looked surprised, hesitant a little but then he came to you and let you close him in an embrace.

You let out a long sigh as Terzo clung to you tightly and it didn’t take long before you could feel yourself relaxing into the hug. You didn’t know which one of you needed more comfort but it didn’t matter.

”I’m so sorry,” Terzo apologized again and you just patted his back gently.

”Everything will be alright,” you said even though there really was no guarantee that would happen. Of course you hoped things could be fixed somehow. It was most likely that Copia wouldn’t come to you, so you would have to eventually go to see him.

Inhaling deep and then letting the air slowly out, you closed your eyes, tightening your hold of Terzo. Right now he was the closest that knew a fraction of the pain you were going through. After what had happened, being so close to a vampire should have felt more frightening but the earlier uneasiness had now faded, replaced by the compassion.

When Terzo finally pulled away, he smiled at you warmly, his eyes holding a glimmer of hope.

”You know that Copia is completely smitten with you?”

You shrugged, a small smile rising to your lips, not really knowing what to say to that.

”Okay, now it’s time for you to go,” you said, trying to pretend to be annoyed but you knew it was a weak attempt. Terzo grinned at you and you shook your head.

”Time,” you said, patting your chest and with a one last nod to you Terzo turned around and left, leaving you standing there with all emotions swirling inside you.

”I went to Hunter’s Moon on Saturday.”

Olivia’s words made you almost choke on your coffee and you tried to hid it by moving your hand fast before your mouth. She gave you a confused look but a wide smile rose soon back to her lips.

”It was an interesting place,” she said, leaning back on the chair. ”Have you been there?”

You swallowed, setting your coffee mug on the table.

”Uh, yeah,” you answered.

”Who knew there are vampires walking among us? Had the pleasure to meet a few. Brothers, I guess,” she explained and seemed oddly calm. You raised your brows, your curiosity now awakened.

”Do you happen to remember their names?” you inquired and the way Olivia’s eyes seemed to brighten told you that she was glad that you had asked more.

”I think the other was Terzo. A very charming one, I must say,” Olivia grinned and you chuckled, perfectly understanding the description. ”I don’t remember if I caught the other’s name. The bartender, the bald guy, a vampire I mean.”

”Ah, he’s Secondo,” you told, smiling. ”Not as scary as he seems.”

Olivia laughed a little, quirking her brows.

”Sounds like you know them.”

You took a good sip of your coffee, using a moment to think how much you should share with Olivia. She already knew about vampires existence and it didn’t seem to faze her much so it wouldn’t probably hurt to tell her more.

”Well, I could say that I know them a little better than some others.”

Olivia hummed, seeming to sink into her own thoughts and you waited, having finished your coffee by the time she slammed her hand against the table, leaning closer to you.

”Wait… The guy you’ve been seeing. Did you meet him at the Hunter’s Moon? You said that I didn’t want to know how you two met. Are you dating a vampire?”

Shit. She figured it out quickly. Not that she was stupid but still, maybe a part of you had hoped she wouldn’t realize that. And now you were wondering if you should tell her about Copia. You still hadn’t seen him after the bite insident, so the things were still unclear between you. Just as you were about to open your mouth to answer Olivia, your boss entered the room and you knew your break was over. When you took a quick glance at the clock, you realized that you had actually spend a few extra minutes on break.

You and Olivia stood up, and you quickly went to rince your coffee mug before following Olivia to the store’s customer service side.

”Well, are you dating a vampire?” She leaned closer to you and you sighed.

”Yes,” you admitted and she let out a small, happy squeal, quietly clapping her hands. You rolled your eyes, finding her enthusiasm annoyingly amusing.

”Gosh, I have so many questions to you,” she said excitedly and you wanted to slap yourself. Of course she would have questions. Questions you weren’t sure if you wanted to answer. At least to some specific ones.

”Well, no time for them now as there seems to be customers waiting,” you stated, pointing at one customer. Olivia groaned unnecessarily dramatic and you couldn’t help but grin at her. It seemed that maybe you two might actually get along pretty well.

taglist: @nijiru

#papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

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theheirofthesharingan · 5 months ago

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I wonder how you managed to avoid the Itachi is a pedo fics and art on Tumblr or a03 or ff.net because there is so much of it everywhere. No offense but it's probably because you are relatively new to the fandom. I have had to block many blogs for their portrayal of Itachi as a pedo who r*pes his younger baby brother. It is a rampant everywhere. I also see a lot of Uchiha brother incest centered fics and art it's hard to avoid. Another aspect I see is Itachi r*ping his little OC sister with Fugaku. This is not digestible, for me. I don't enjoy reading or coming across Itachi focused fics or artwork where he is a pedo r*pist incest maniac but it's so prevalent. Thank God you are one of the ones who write Itachi and Sasuke's relationship as purely family oriented brothers, I enjoy your fics very much. There needs to exist more serious fics focused on the brothers and their bond where they are just that, brothers. It's not about pro ship vs anti ship, I am genuinely uncomfortable with reading Itachi as a rapist, especially when he is also a pedo in those fics. Itachi and Sasuke may be fictional characters, but the writers writing them are not so how to avoid? Blocking is our one option. Do you support reporting those writers and fanartists too?

Wow.

So, do other characters also get the similar treatment from the fandom or it's just Itachi that's subjected to this? I don't go to the character-specific tags on Tumblr or AO3. So that's one of the reasons I don't come across such things.

I don't support reporting these artists/blogs. Blocking them and the tags they write for should be fine. And if there are people who actually write Itachi as that kind person, maybe they need to tag their posts properly. Instead of the character tag, they should go with a specific tag they can use for their fics. It should be a common knowledge that what they're writing might not be everyone's cup of tea.

As far as incest arts/fics are concerned, yeah, they're unavoidable. Those are the only ones I've seen here. And I don't mind anyone interpretating their relationship that way. I do, however, have an issue when people try to suggest that Kishimoto was writing their relationship more than brotherly. And it's awful because I've seen some of their most innocent moments being labeled sexual/romantic.

It also bothers me because when I'm writing them myself, I tend to lean more towards emotional intimacy which would translate a little into physical intimacy too, and I'm CONSTANTLY walking on eggshells that those moments I write could be misconstrued to what I don't intend them to be. People on AO3 can be merciless who sometimes end up saying things they shouldn't to anyone. So, it's frustrating to me too, and probably to other writers and they've had to deal with it as well.

I agree there should be more fics on them as siblings because this fandom does them absolutely no justice. They had the strongest bond and all things that made Naruto so good. I wish there were many more fics exploring them. AUs or otherwise. But alas.

#itachi #sasuke #uchiha brothers #ask #anon

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stupidlovergirl · 1 year ago

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Human TV I Think They'd Watch

All the Bros and Dateables

Dev Notes:I have been watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing and how I think Barbatos might like it,, and then it lead to what human world TV they might like,,, maybe spent a little to much time on it instead of working on WIPs

Lucifer

Really likes old people TV

He watches things like How It’s Made, National Geographic documentaries, if he wants a little laugh those shows about “aliens”. Skin Walker Ranch is his dirty little side piece TV show

He just enjoys educational shows because they are easy to tune out

Really loves Soap Operas. Young and the Restless and General Hospital are kept up with religiously(hah). He, Diavolo, and Barbatos usually watch it. Dia really likes it and Barbatos watches when working with Dia second hand while doing work. He latched on after watching it in the background a few times.

Also, just the news. Mans will put on a 24 hour news station and will keep it on for like, 5 days.

Mammon

He watches Harrison Porter, so give him the joy that is Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

Would also enjoy the Spiderwick Chronicles movie since he doesn’t know how bad it was compared to the books

Just a big fantasy fan honestly. Loves them.

On another note, he also loves trashy reality TV and News. The only one who beats out his love for celebrity gossip is Asmo. When he is putting on a TV show to go brain dead to its something from TLC, like 90 Day Fiance, I Love a Mama’s Boy, etc.

He watches the Kentucky Derby, bets on it a lot (loses a lot too)

His dirty secret show/movies are Hallmark movies. He watches them when he won’t get caught. Hopeless romantic nerd (Affectionate)

Leviathan

You’re joking

You’re joking right?

Anime or DIE!!! (/hj)

Also really popular fantasy movies based on books. He will rip them to shreds when you watch them. Can be fun if you read the books, annoying if you haven’t.

Has a soft spot for magical girl animes, obvi

There isn’t really much to elaborate on, half of his personality is anime and nerd stuff.

Just a few favorites I think he might have with no explanation:

Tokyo Mew Mew, Yugi-Oh, Death Note, Naruto, Angel Beats, Lucky Star, Soul Eater, Watamote, Saint Tail, and Cowboy Bebop

Satan

King of detective shows

He loves trying to find them out

It is canon he loves the Devildom equivalent of Midsomer Murders, so just show him that too

I think he would like Forensic Files too.

Also, thriller movies. And psychological horror movies.

He loves them, he typically can predict an ending, but it's nice to see how they write out how the characters themselves find out

Asmo

Trashy reality TV!!!!!

He and Mammon watch 90 Day and Mama's boy and talk shit about them.

Loves Maury, Jerry Springer (rip my king), Parent Court when he's feeling a little frisky

Next Top Model and RuPaul's Drag Race. It's about the DRAMA! The OUTFITS!

Watched part of Euphoria but honestly? Found it mid. Sorry but he just couldn't understand the hype after the writing started to plummet.

Has watched Jersey Shore, will not elaborate on his opinion.

Tbh, he also doesn't really watch much because he feels like he has better things to do with his time, he only watches it for Brotherly Bonding, and for background noise

Beel

Haha, big guy hardly watches TV

Watches workout videos primarily

He likes learning new work out and dietary things

Has been banned from watching any type of food shows. Sorry Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives.

Will participate in movie night, primarily for food, buhe does pay attention

Honestly just watches whatever someone else typically puts on with no complaint

Belphie

Much like his twin, doesn't typically seek out TV watching.

Much easier to watch on his phone

He does enjoy satisfying videos

Watches Rug cleaning videos, silly ASMR videos, Video essays when he can't sleep and gets curious. Loves obscure media and icebergs.

The essays are about the only thing that goes on the TV

Sorry but he just doesn't care much.

Will also participate in movie night, almost always falls asleep. Still can tell you the entire plot of the film.

On a very rare occasion will watch South Park. Will not elaborate on this one.

Solomon

Loves old TV shows to some newer ones

I Love Lucy, The Twilight Zone, The Muppet Show

I cant really explain the Muppet Show, but I know its true, it is in my bones

Honestly loves older sitcoms. They just hit different.

Can I mention I Dreamed a Genie and Bewitched? Classics in his eyes. Would fight to the death for them

Will make a off hand comment on how he doesn't feel like TV is the same anymore

Watches reality TV in the background when Asmo turns it on when he lounges in either one of their rooms

I feel like I just can't explain most of these, but they are the truth in my heart and that is enough

Simeon

Haha...What?

Watches whatever Luke or Solomon puts on or whatever someone else would suggest

He has a preference for books most of the time I feel like. Just goes with the flow

Just suggest something and he'll put it up for the next movie night when it's his choice

I really can't think of one he would pick oops.

Barbatos

He watches whatever Diavolo puts on in the background. Likes the Soap Operas some times, gets a little annoyed with anime voices when he has a migraine.

Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen just hits right for him. Loves the insults

He doesn't much watch TV either though. Prefers audio books since they are easier to carry around

You essentially have to beg to watch TV with him, he's a busy butler ya'know?

Diavolo

KING OF FLEXIBILITY

Has watched all of it, and will continue to do so.

Has a special place for Soap Operas and Ruri-Chan

Seen all the classics, the new block busters, all of it

Honestly you wonder how he gets the time?

He really likes consuming stuff, so he does it when he is working on paper work he puts on the subtitles and turning the audio on low and going HAM

Couldn't be me, I would get distracted

For the most part he's watched it all, and what he hasn't is on his to watch list. He just likes talking to his friends about it :)

Luke

GREAT! BRITISH! BAKE! OFF!

He likes seeing the different foods

It inspires him so much, it's so cute watching his eyes sparkle as he sees something he likes and he writes it down on his phone

Also, he really likes watching Bluey. He lets Simeon and Solomon, and Barbatos found out (because he knows everything), but would DIE if anyone else found out

Also likes early 80's and bad CG horror movies. Kid literally laughs and Mammon is losing his mind next to him. I think because of the bad effects it makes it more tolerable.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space slaps man what can the kid say?

I think I'm projecting hard onto him,, but he's my son so it doesn't matter

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #solomon obey me #simeon obey me #barbatos obey me #diavolo obey me #luke obey me

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ell-arts · 1 year ago

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Honestly wait, I'm not sure if it was mentioned already before but like, i feel like out of all characters, i feel like Spiral waa done dirty the most, yeah i know people already mentioned Ghost Gang also suffered from the same fate, but i feel like people barely talk about Spiral in here due to how we little bit know about him outside of being a bubbly person.

Because in season one he seemed very genuine and fun to be around! And being beside Pac whenever he was needed! Luke a brother to him! But for some reason in season two they reset his character so hard they made him dumb, like whyyyy, he was so fine the way he was! ...or whatever he actually was besides his caring and bubbly personality.

but yeah, what are your thoughts? What are your headcanons for him?

Honestly, I'd say that Spiral stayed relatively the same in season 2. He was still brotherly, caring, fun, genuine, etc, maybe just not as frequent as in season 1. The reason people don't talk much about him could just be because fans will prefer to talk more about their favourite characters, which is natural, it just so happens that Spiral is not at the top of the majority of fans' fave lists. Everyone asks, "Where is Spiral," but nobody asks, "HOW is Spiral" :')

But anyway, headcanons for Spiral:

Spiral's favourite food is bacon, but his all-time favourite meal is his mother's signature dish - barbequed steak with cheddar melt sauce. Or just anything that combines meat with cheese.

Spiral is a liiiiitle bit tone deaf. He enjoys playing the harmonica, but he's yet to realise that he's not particularly good at it. Or maybe he does know, but he keeps playing anyway xD

I'm not quite set on this headcanon yet (or I might just tweak it) but I've started playing with the idea that Spiral could've had a mild form of ADHD in his youth, in that he was a hyperactive kid who couldn't sit still for too long, and often had impulsive tendencies. He's mellowed out as he grew older, but he's still easily excitable and full of energy. He's learned to channel this energy into sports and ghost-fighting, and being a hypeman for Pac.

For as long as he can remember, Spiral had always wanted a little sibling. His mother never had any more children after him, so he was an only-child. Baby brother or baby sister, doesn't matter, he just wanted someone to play with and to look out for. Then Pac entered the scene :) As soon as their friendship grew into being best friends, Pac became like the little brother that Spiral never had. With time, Spiral also came to see Cyli as a sister.

This could be tweaking canon a lot, but I headcanon that Spiral never knew his biological father. He only has very vague memories of his father when he was a little boy. His father is not part of his and his mom's lives anymore. However, Spiral does have a stepfather, and the two of them get along well enough that Spiral just calls him 'Dad.'

Following up on that, because of the absence of his biological father, there was a period in Spiral's early childhood when he had a strained view of 'family,' and often watched his single mother provide for him with little to no support. This was before his stepfather entered their lives. Afterwards, Spiral's cynicism went away and he's come to learn that family is not just about blood, but about forming strong bonds. This is why his friendship with Pac and Cyli is so strong - he sees them both as family.

We MIGHT have a hint on who Spiral's mother could be. Remember this character?

I know this might be reaching, but she looks so similar to Spiral. They both have blue hair, green eyes, and red skin, and both are quite tall. Like those are all literally Spiral's genes right there.

And if you might need a bit more convincing on why I'm convinced, have a look here:

This shot comes from the episode "Santa Pac," right as Spiral is talking about his parents' holiday decorating business. Spiral's words, combined with the flashback of visuals, make a strong implication that this here is one of his parents. It's that same character with the red skin, blue hair, and even the same lavender gloves. Plus, in most of this character's appearances, she's either a make-up artist or working with arts and crafts, which ties in perfectly with Spiral's parents owning a decorating/creative business.

Overall, it's more likely that this is just your average background/stock character that's being used to fill in empty NPC positions, especially because Spiral didn't acknowledge or talk to her at all in episodes where she appeared more frequently ("Pac-Mania"). But I'd like to think that she's his mom and just has a flexible job schedule in the creative industry :)

#ask #pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #Spiral

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triptychgrip · 29 days ago

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Ritsu’s journey towards confidence (w/ help from Ayame)

This manga panel flits through my head way too often, because I think Ritsu is one of the most heartbreaking characters in a family where pretty much everyone has a wrenching backstory (yes, even Akito...say what you will about the vast amount of pain she inflicted, but she was made the head of a cult as a child, and had no say on the matter).

This manga panel's quote about trying to find a reason to live by way of "your own strength" sticks with me, though, because the idea of trying to do something so gargantuan by yourself seems counter to the whole point of Fruits Basket. Time and time again, we are shown how the Sohmas are rewarded when they are brave enough to open up and ask for help, or lean on one another. As such, this got me thinking about one overtly hopeful part of Ritsu's character development: his admiration for Ayame.

It's clear that Ritsu sees Aya as a foil to himself: extremely confident and unapologetic, whereas Ritsu tends to shrink inside of himself and feel the need to apologize for his own existence.

It broke my heart a bit towards the end of the manga when I realized that Ritsu appeared to have given up his cross-dressing...something that, in his own words, made him feel safe/more confident in himself. So, while this is definitely not a canon-compliant idea, I like to think about what might have happened if Ritsu had allowed Ayame to mentor him a bit (which, by extension, might have led him to learn that he doesn't need to make himself smaller to get by in the world).

We don't get much insight into how Ayame and Mine run their business, but let's pretend that they are suddenly hit with an influx of new customers and need some help around the shop. Maybe this happens shortly after the zodiac curse breaks, so perhaps part of the reason Ayame and Mine are busier than usual is because they can't keep their hands off of one another long enough to attend to their duties, LOL.

At this point, Yuki and Ayame have slowly begun to repair their relationship (another aspect of Fruits Basket I spend WAY too much time thinking about), but there's still no way that Yuki would readily volunteer to spend that much time around his brother.

So perhaps after waffling a bit (and getting some encouragement from Tohru and Kagura), Ritsu very sweetly and shyly inquires if Ayame and Mine would ever consider allowing him to help out.

They of course accept, because Ayame is feeling morose over Yuki's unwillingness to seek out his “brotherly wisdom”. So while perhaps it isn't for the most magnanimous reasons, Aya thinks both he and Ritsu will benefit from this arrangement. Little do either of them realize how their growing bond will shift things, however, because Ayame learns that when he actually takes the time to slow down and be thoughtful, he can be quite a good mentor to others. And, that he even enjoys it, and genuinely appreciates Ritsu’s company.

I feel somewhat compelled to turn this headcanon into a proper fic, but in order to do that, I need to make some progress on my Yuri!!! on Ice WIPs.

So we’ll see…

#ritsu sohma #sohma ritsu #ayame sohma #sohma ayame #fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket headcanons #furuba headcanons #my headcanons #someone give ritsu a hug

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kaylatechheart · 3 months ago

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Bathbomb Trinity Redesigns (Adoptables)

I made redesigns to my one time OCs that I made for a Deviantart Badge thing back then, and I'm very proud on how much of a glow up it has turned out. I decided to remake them so it be in a better condition for friend @Blacksun98 to work with. As well as providing and helping info that they would want for these characters, the info will be provided below. So hope you guys like it! Note: These guys takes place in a different city but within the same PPG universe area. Old Designs: https://www.deviantart.com/kaylatechheart/art/BathBomb-Trinity-Sketch-846257627

Bathbomb Trinity now owned by: @Blacksun98 PPG is owned by: Craig McCracken

Bathbomb Trinity Info: Ingredients: Shampoo, Soap, and Conditioner + Chemical H

Ages: All 8 - 10 Years Old (Around 9 current time) Species: Neko Fish (They are not Catfish lol)

Shayla:

INFO

Shayla, a very outgoing and chaotic girl who enjoys being the center of attention and within the spotlight of others, whether in a positive or negative way. She's often very brash but straight forward towards others, and will not be afraid to be hesitant to express her feelings and thoughts. Often or not this can hurt someone else's feelings due to lack of awareness or lack of filter, but because of that other people are able to understand her better as a person and her intentions are pretty predictable to anyone's knowledge.

With her being very expressive, it's not hard to tell how she feels within that moment, making her feelings easily readable, so when it comes to her trying to hide how she's feeling it can't fool anyone. She's also known to be hypocritical with her actions when calling out on others, though that makes it easier for her to identify other people's true intentions a lot more faster if she ever notices.

Although she's not your typical "good girl" she's not inherently a "bad kid" either. She's more much a wild card and has her handful of fair share of naughty moments, hence getting into a lot of trouble. She often likes to tease her brothers a lot, especially Connor as he is not outspoken as Sean, though if she goes too far with her actions she would feel very bad and terrible about it. She might not be the best sister but tries to be a good one at least.

Shayla often wishes she have a sister as she felt left out, being the only girl in the group her interests are sometimes far different from her and her brothers leaving her very few to talk about with them. She sometimes wishes that her brothers are either girls or that she is a boy herself so she wouldn't feel so drifted from them. Funny enough its the only thing about herself she never revealed as she wishes to keep at least one insecurity to herself for once. OTHER INFO

Has a pearl that can see all that's happening in the current time (within the vicinity of the city). It is used as their version of the "Hotline" and not a phone like the PPG, the pearl also glows upon a bad event that has happened within the city. It has an active ability as well that shows 5-10 seconds in the future, but only triggered when a life threatening situation occurs. (Meaning Shayla cannot trigger that ability herself, it has to happen on its own)

Loves a lot of Seafood, mostly fish meat related though or squid but she can eat other foods.

Surprisingly she's not a picky eater and will eat anything on the table unlike Sean. The food will have to be so bad for her to dislike it.

Is pan when she's older.

Has a good relationship with their parent, decent with Connor, but bickers head to toe with Sean. But she still loves Sean regardless, and sometimes even enjoy his company if they aren't fighting.

Secretly jealous of Sean's and Connor's brotherly bond, hopefully have something similar if she had a sister, or maybe with them as well.

Her signature color is Sandy Yellow, her main ingredient being Shampoo.

Since Sean doesn't hang out with her as much, usually she hangs out with Connor.

Is a decent swimmer, however is a really good listener from far away due to the lack of fluff in her ears.

Despite her and her brothers are all spoiled and loved, she has more toys and trinkets in her room than her brothers, though no worries its not out of favoritism, she just asks for much though understands if she cannot get said item (even if she is upset about it).

Her hobbies consist of reading (mostly comics), playing with toys, stuffed animals, doing outdoor activities (mostly be reckless), arts and crafts, watch TV and play video games. (She doesn't really play board games as it boring to her as it has no action to it) Connor: INFO Connor, a meek and soft spoken child, he is a shy and nervous little boy, often times spoke in a quiet and polite manner. Very sweet to others, though is very unconfident about his leadership skills, and himself as a person. Despite his 2 other outspoken, rowdy siblings of his, somehow he's is the self proclaimed leader of the group. Reason of that being his persona changes 180 when being under pressure, being able to successfully lead and get him and his siblings into formation and work through with his plans and save civilians and innocent bystanders successfully. Though kind, Connor is very smart and is not naïve towards people's bad intentions. An attempt in the past was made by him to switch his leader position to Sean and Shayla when his anxiety filled thoughts of responsibility as a leader peaked through the roof. It was proven both was unable to keep calm under pressure when put in a stressful and potentially life threatening situation, and then the group eventually realized Connor is the better option as a leader. Some believe that this sudden persona change from Connor is due to his survival responses kicking in, being in flight or fight mode. Due to his nature of being pretty much full of worry and anxiety filled. OTHER INFO

Obtains a trident that can summon lightning, water beams at will, can also give a fly boost during in a water setting or rain.

Enjoys Sea Plants as food, though does eat Seafood (Fish and Crabs and etc) and many other things.

Is bi when older but more straight leaning.

Has a good relationship with his parent and both siblings, and gets along with them pretty well.

His signature color is Seaweed Green and main ingredient being Conditioner.

Is a very good swimmer, due to his tail being sharp and slick.

His hobby consists of reading (mostly comics and novels), playing toys and hugging stuffed animals, knitting, watching TV and play board games or video games. Sean: INFO Sean, a very laidback and chill guy often enjoys things that are within the moment with no rushes or anything. Although is nice, often gets annoyed pretty easily and has a very short temper due to unable to convey of show emotions well or correctly. And even goes as far as to hide their emotions to not cause any disturbance, but only within his convivence as he doesn't have to deal with more things. Because of that he often butt heads with his sister, who they pretty much disagree on a lot of things with each other. Though despite that, Sean is very overprotective of his siblings and would do anything to protect them, whilst being the "oldest" he often has rational thinking and a clear head to make very important decisions, even have a good planning systems as well and take his time on thinking about it. However the drawback comes with being unable to think under pure pressure, when Connor attempts to give away his leadership title to him at the first time when he felt inadequate at being a leader. This ended up being a disaster when Sean had a panic attack trying to think his plan at a fast and quick pace which he wasn't used to. Sean often times can be seen as "cold hearted" or "emotionless" by strangers when in reality he doesn't know what to feel around them, hence a lot of other kids tend to be slightly afraid of them. Sean often feels insecure about his tail, as it was born defective, making him unable to swim properly, despite him and his siblings are born to swim, making him swim way more slower than the others. As well as how his tail looks. Often or not in dire situations, him swimming pretty slow had almost got him killed hence needing assistance from Connor to use his ability to cling onto him and swim away faster. He wishes he can swim like the others normally. OTHER INFO

Has a Conch Shell that can play music, summon a help call to alert his siblings, as well as summoning sea creatures to aid him and bubble rings to float but with a limit of 5 mins. It can also blow normal bubbles as well.

Enjoys Seafood, but specifically crustaceans such as shrimp, crab lobster and etc. Can eat other variants of seafood and other food items, he just prefers those mostly.

Is a very picker eater, but that's due to taste and sometimes sensory issues. (EX Pineapple stings their tongue and injures them)

Despite loving both siblings, he enjoys Connor's company more. Sometimes secretly wishes Shayla not being there when they are talking something they all like, and only wants Connor's company. Honestly, he even feels bad for even thinking that and never reveals that truth to any of his siblings.

Is gay when he's older, he at first thought it was because his experience with Connor and Shayla made it like this, but in reality he genuinely likes guys.

Has a good relationship with parent and Connor except Shayla. While Shayla sometimes enjoy his company, Sean really doesn't with her. Making the company with the both of them one sided. However masks the truth of it as he at least loves her enough to see her happy. He loves both of his siblings, but has heavy favoritism with Connor.

His signature color is Ocean Blue, his main ingredient being Soap. Funny enough the soap was heavily chipped off, maybe that was the result of the tail being chipped as well.

Is a bad swimmer, and although can hear far, doesn't has as sensitive ears as the others.

His hobby consists of sketching, reading (novel and manga but comics if Connor ever shows them) and puzzles. Especially the 3D puzzles. Sometimes plays board games with Connor or normal video games and even watch TV with him.

#powerpuff girls #ppg #the powerpuff girls #ppg fanart #Bathbomb Trinity #kaylatechheart #ppg ocs #ocs #powerpuff ocs

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hero-deserves-to-be-happy · 1 year ago

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🧡&💛 for hero and aubrey? It's one of my favorites but it's hard to find that much content of them >_<

Awww! I’m squealing over this ask—thank you so much for sending this in and for playing our “Hearts for Hero” Headcanons Game! 🥰

Hero & Aubrey friendship is one of my and Sprinkles' favorites too (probably my personal favorite of all of Hero's platonic relationships besides maybe his brotherly bond with Kel), and this ask really couldn’t have come at a better time since we spent the last weekend writing about Hero and Aubrey friendship for our current wip so the brainrot is so strong! 😁 Thank you so much for the opportunity to do something constructive with it!! 💖

I absolutely agree the world needs more Hero & Aubrey friendship content and hope you enjoy these headcanons! Cheers!!

🧡— Childhood Friendship

Since Aubrey’s parents weren’t around much when she was growing up, it was actually Hero who taught her how to ride a bike. Aubrey didn’t ask him to, but, even as a young kid, Hero was perceptive and sensitive enough to notice how she watched Sunny and Kel riding their bikes—wanting to join in but being unable to. Hero gently offered to show her how to ride one if she wanted, and though Aubrey tried to play it cool, she was very grateful.

They practiced on Hero’s street, and Aubrey caught on very quickly. Hero was so proud of her when she finally rode her bike down the whole street! For Hero’s next birthday, Aubrey got him an ornament shaped like a bike to thank him. He still has it, even in the future, and hangs it on his tree every year.

💛— Friendship (General)

As they age, Hero and Aubrey actually have a lot more in common than it might seem on the surface, especially in that they both struggle opening up to others and would much rather handle things alone instead of “burdening” someone else with their issues. Their motivations for that might be different (i.e. Aubrey is jaded & feels she can’t really rely on anyone but herself, whereas Hero just wants to keep the peace and is terrified of hurting someone by “dumping” his problems on them), but the end result is the same: they both deflect and hide their hurts from the world behind tightly locked doors.

This similarity makes it difficult for them to hide their pain from each other, however, and generally means they can’t lie to each other like they might be able to mask their true feelings to their other friends. This is especially true after they learn the truth. For that whole, difficult summer after Sunny moves away (and beyond), they both become really in-tune to changes in each other’s moods and can tell if the other is struggling or having a bad day.

Hero and Aubrey spend a lot of that (post-game) summer worrying about each other more than they’d let on. When Hero knows something is really bothering Aubrey, he will leave little notes in her mailbox on his morning jog just to let her know he’s thinking about her, and Aubrey tends to call Hero on his days off from his summer job since she knows how difficult the idleness is for him. Ultimately, Aubrey is the only person blunt enough to tell Hero he needs to take care of himself while Hero is respected enough by Aubrey that she might actually believe him when he reminds her that it’s okay to lean on her friends once and a while.

#omori hero #hero omori #omori aubrey #aubrey omori #omori headcanons #hero and aubrey friendship #i may have literally squealed when i saw this ask #hero and aubrey friendship is so criminally underrated #i love them so much your honor #thank you so much for the ask and for playing!!#feel free to ask again or drop by any time to talk about Hero and Aubrey friendship #hero headcanons #hero friendships #our content #hearts for hero headcanons game

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blazehedgehog · 1 year ago

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One additional Sonic side-character gets trapped in Cyberspace and accompanies Sonic across the Starfall Islands via hologram. Who would you choose and what would they discuss with Sonic?

I mean, it's Tails. The answer, objectively, is Tails. He has filled that role before in other games. You have little brother chat.

I imagine it wouldn't be very hard to drum that up, either. Spin it like Sonic's always on the road, he's always busy enjoying the world on his own terms, so this is his chance to really catch up with Tails on a level they don't really get into very often.

Maybe that even eventually uncovers that Tails has some things about Sonic he doesn't necessarily like. Get Sonic to admit some of his flaws. Treat it sort of like "these two are now spending 24/7 together for the first time in a long time and learning about all sorts of good and bad habits they might have developed while apart."

Maybe Tails spends so long in his workshop that he doesn't keep a very healthy sleep schedule and being attached to Sonic makes it difficult for Sonic to sleep as a result. Maybe Sonic talks about some of the foreign delicacies he's eaten and Tails still has a kid's palette so he's like, "Ew, gross" because all he wants is basic, simple foods. Maybe we even reveal that Tails doesn't even really like chili dogs all that much and only tolerates them for Sonic's sake. Could spiral out a whole series of conversations about that one. Tails could just not like spicy food.

They could get in to deeper conversations about how Tails really feels about other characters like Knuckles, or Amy. He's generally been pretty reserved when it comes to acting judgmental about them, but surely he's got some feelings about the way they act, deep down within.

Tails could reveal that on some level he respects Doctor Eggman from a purely scientific perspective, for what he's able to accomplish with his machines. There's an easy series of conversation points you could extract from that one. Turn it in to a little debate where Sonic wonders if Tails has gone off the deep end and Tails has to explain himself. Could turn into a "you better not become like him" brotherly bonding moment.

Just lots of good, fun, small talk stuff.

But you said "additional." Someone not already in the game. I feel like Shadow and Sonic would have a lot to chat about regarding... like, clarifying what Shadow is, what his relationship is to Sonic, clearing up his background, really digging into the dude's emotional core... but I also feel like all of that is way too direct and that's why they'd never, ever do it.

Omega would be really fun, on the grounds of how Ian Flynn writes Omega. Maybe somebody from the outside (like Rouge or Shadow) would insert Omega into the situation at the Starfall Islands because his nature as a robot makes it easier for him to interface and understand cyberspace. Could play up some mystery with whether or not the process changed Omega like it did Sage.

But all throughout the game, Sonic would have to put up with Omega's playful hunger for violence and his cold, logical methods of extracting that. It would provide a nice contrast between Sage, too, who is clearly seeking to connect with human emotions.

Omega does not care. Omega just wants to burn things. And Sonic has to do his best to reason with Omega and explain why he won't do that. In the end, Omega does begrudgingly learn something from the process, but it can't change who he is.

Omega would also cut right to the core of Sonic's belief that everyone deserves a chance to set things right. Sonic could even hit Omega with the same speech he gave Shadow in IDW, where Omega wants Sonic to destroy Eggman, but Sonic has spared Omega, an Eggman creation. If Sonic destroys Eggman, does that mean Sonic should also destroy Omega, too?

And maybe through Omega, we can talk a little bit about what Omega thinks Shadow is. Muddy the waters a bit. Don't give direct answers.

Lots of interesting, funny conversations there.

#questions #cypher-ds #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #sonic frontiers #miles tails prower #writing

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billthedrake · 2 years ago

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This is another story I started yet didn't get very far with.

THE HARRIS MEN

I felt close to both of my brothers, and somehow that bond had grown as we each had our families. Marriage, kids, and, in the case of my youngest brother Tim, divorce.

Through my late 20s and early 30s, I felt guilty still fooling around with them. It wasn't often, but we'd see each other maybe twice a year, at the holidays and for a big Harris family gathering in the summer. Given the size of the extended family - spouses and 11 kids between us Harris brothers - it was hard to sneak in some bro-on-bro time. But we'd gotten pretty good at it.

My younger brother Tim was outright enthusiastic and had a number of gay experiences in college and med school. My older brother Max was a college football coach and seemed about as heterosexual as they come, only he was laid back when it came to sex and made it clear this was a Harris bond.

I was in between. Definitely bi but wanting to do right with my marriage and for the mother of my children. But eventually my brothers won me over - Tim's enthusiasm and Max's nonchalance - and I made peace with this one exception to my marriage vows.

"Fuck, bro, you feel nice," Max said as his naked body writhed on top of mine on the hotel bed. I'd flown out to see one of his home games and now my big bro was taking advantage of our one-on-one time for a nice slow session. I'd sucked him some in his coach khakis, which was hotter than I expected, before he stripped me and worshipped my boner. Lovingly, expertly. Somehow my mostly heterosexual big bro had learned some new tricks.

"You been getting some practice, bro?" I gasped as he finally pulled off, just as I was about to cum. My dick twitched excitedly as I still felt his breath on it.

"Long story, but yeah," he said with a smirk as he climbed up on top of me and met me with a hot kiss.

I made out with him. His own dick jerked and I wondered if he was as close as I was. But we enjoyed riding the edge, seeing how long we could make it last. We'd discovered that last time by accident. As much as I enjoyed fooling around with Tim, Max knew how to push my buttons. No other way to put it, he was an expert top. So skilled at making me feel good that even when he started fucking for his own pleasure, not mine, it was a turn on, too.

"Who you doing, bro?" I looked up into his gruff-handsome face. He was starting to get gray hairs, already at 44, and damnit it suited him. A lot. I imagined one of his players pinned beneath him in this very position. Or maybe some young guy on the team's training staff. "Come on, you can tell me."

He leaned up, looking down on me with an intense look. Brotherly love. Lust. Trust. "This stays between us... right?"

"Oh yeah," I said. I knew that even beyond Max's marriage, which he valued as much as I did mine, he had a job that made him vulnerable. "Promise."

He still seemed hesitant. "You remember how Tim always had the hots for Dad?"

None of us ever did anything with our father, at least not to my knowledge, but our younger brother had a daddy kink and was vocal about it. Besides, Dad was a strong, masculine man, a city cop who'd inspired me to go into law enforcement myself.

"Yeah," I said, not sure where this was going.

Max gave me a sly look. "Let's just say JR and John might be wired the same way. Maybe Steve, too, but nothing's happened there yet."

My eyes widened for sure. Max had a lot of kids. He'd always joked that his wife had made a good Catholic of him. Of seven children, six were boys, and that always made my older brother seem especially virile to me.

Max Jr and John were the oldest, currently playing college ball and doing their best to follow in their dad's footsteps, JR at the very program Max coached. The idea was incredible and admittedly a little hot. "Bro are you saying...?"

He nodded, a little vulnerability seeping into his horndog married-dad face. I could read the look of a man who felt he was in a little over his head. "I didn't initiate anything, but decided to just go with it a couple years ago, you know? Apparently my boys are all about this," he said, gesturing to his thick hairy middle-aged body.

"Can't blame them," I said, excitedly, running my hands along his furry muscle and imagining JR or... fuck... 18-year-old lineman John doing the same.

He looked at me nervously. "So you're not disgusted with me, bro?"

I shook my head. "No. I mean, are you disgusted that I find the idea kind of hot?"

He smirked. "Never knew what you thought when Tim went off on his Daddy talk."

"Well, you got to be the daddy most of the time," I joked. Tim loved getting fucked and while both Max and I got to do the honors, as we grew older, I increasingly enjoyed being penetrated as a change from straight sex. When Max and I had a chance to be together that's how it always went down. Older bro fucking younger bro.

"Still am," he winked, his hips running his hardon along my perineum.

"Fuck," I growled, finding myself getting very turned on. "Don't take this the wrong way, bro, but JR's one hot stud. John, too."

"You don't have to tell me," he said. His dick was angry twitching now. Pressing against the bottom of my balls with each thrust. "OK if I fuck you now?" His voice had a certain urgency to it.

"Oh yeah," I agreed, pulling apart my legs and giving him access to lube my hole.

Our sex wasn't loving. It was rushed, heated, primal. Max needed to get off. I needed to get fucked. I grunted as he bottomed out on entry but sucked it up. By the third thrust it felt good. Soon it felt great.

"Have you fucked them, bro?" I asked excitedly pulled on my hard dick, almost a carbon copy match for the Harris cock pumping in me.

He nodded. "I've been fucking JR for a little while now." If I thought it was an incredibly hot surprise to hear those words from my big brother's mouth, I could tell it was turning him the fuck on just to speak them. He thrust in firmly, wildly, and added, "I took John's cherry a couple of weeks ago." I watched as my butch coach of a big brother twisted his face in sudden orgasm and let out a deep-voiced cry. "Goddaman!"

Like that, I knew I was getting sauced and good. I imagined my big bro losing control like that in my football-jock nephew's virgin ass and that did it for me, too. Heavy jets of cum pumped out, and I felt like I nearly blacked out.

Max had a big shit-eating grin as we uncoupled and recovered from our orgasm. "And here I was nervous to tell ya, man," he smiled.

I stretched out my legs. I hadn't had a lot of dude-on-dude sex, but I was convinced Max was the best top out there, period. He always made feel alive, and deeply satisfied. "You tell Tim yet?"

He shook his head. "Not yet. I guess I haven't had the one-on-one time since he's started seeing Scott."

Our little bro's divorce was messy, but it was clear he was gay more than bi. I was happy to see him able to be himself more, even if I knew he had a hard time renegotiating his life. Divorced, with a son who he saw only every other weekend, and now dating an older man.

We made out for a while, and talked some more. Then made out again. I almost thought Max would go for seconds. He sometimes did. But as he looked as he watch he got a wistful look on his face. "All right big guy, I'm afraid I gotta get home."

I nodded. I could use the rest. Last time I'd gone home with just a few hours sleep and was like a hungover wreck. My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she wasn't happy.

I watched him get dressed. As he tucked back into his khakis he winked at me. "Thanks for coming out, bro. Seriously, it means the world to me. The kids, too."

I felt bad. Now I was Uncle Dave, not hot brother-lover Dave. "Holidays aren't far away," I said. "Maybe we can pick somewhere fucking warm this year." Max laughed. We'd met Tim in New York last year and had to deal with an arctic blast the whole week.

Max gathered up his phone and wallet and gave me one last look, appraising my naked and well-fucked body. I loved the way he looked at me. It was like we were teenagers in his room at home, fooling around after one of his games.

"You're looking great, by the way," he said. And like that he opened the hotel room door and left.

Max's confession had me thinking. About my nephews, of course. JR and John Harris were both typical jocks. Good kids, but a little single-focused on being athletes and impressing their dad. I'd like to say that my brother would have been proud of them whatever they did, but who am I kidding? Max wanted his boys to be incredible football players and have that pro career that was out of his grasp. Or, barring that, his boys would become the best goddamn football coaches in the country. A real Harris dynasty.

That's how Max was, with high expectations for my nephews. Even 13-year-old Daniel was hitting the weights and drinking protein gainer shakes. And the only thing keeping freshman Grayson back from varsity was the fact that his older brother Steve was clearly the star quarterback and team captain. Gray was eating up being the star of the JV team but itched to prove himself like his older brothers.

It was wild that Max was having sex with his two eldest. Mindblowingly hot. He'd always talked about the Harris tradition when it was him and me and Tim having our bro-bonding time. But this was a whole new level.

The problem was, it had me thinking about my own eldest. Matt was growing and growing fast. He'd had his growth spurt a late, a year ago, but was making up for lost time, gaining both height and an athletic frame quickly. My wife and I sent the kids to private school, and Matt took to lacrosse from middle school on. He had my height and the those Harris genes. Now a senior, he was spending time lifting and packing on some muscle on his fit teenage frame.

I'd inherited my dad's looks and my mom's blonde hair. For Matt, it was the opposite. He was blond, just a shade dirtier than my own paler hair, but he had a lot of facial features from his mother's side. Still definitely my kid, still a Harris, but somehow more beautiful. Ruddy cheeks, perfectly proportioned nose, great smile.

Even as I watched him now on the lacrosse practice field I had to remark how incredibly attractive my son was. My Matt. Somehow angelic and typical jocky masculine at the same time.

I had an earlier shift than Kate so I picked up the kids from school. My daughter Kelly and my youngest son Logan were in elementary school and got out earlier. I dropped them at home and an hour went to pick up Matt. He had his license now, but my wife's car was in the shop and we were short a vehicle. So Kate took Matt's car and played chauffeur. Still I let Matt drive home, he always seemed to like when I let him take the wheel.

"Hey Dad," he greeted as he walked up to the SUV in his lacrosse shorts and a fresh T-shirt. His hair was still wet from the post-practice shower. He was a weeks past his eighteenth birthday but already he seemed older, like a college kid. Even his distinctive teen-deep voice was getting more of a tenor quality.

"Hiya buddy," I greeted, leaning against the driver's side. "Good practice? Looks like you were killing it out there," I winked. Matt was an attacker and had the right amount of aggression and strategy on the field. He was eyeing college programs and was pretty sure to get some good scholarship offers.

Matt gave a proud grin. "Yeah, pretty good. Am I driving today?"

I smiled and tossed him the keys, walking around to the passenger side.

My son was becoming a better driver, more confident but also careful. It was like he was anticipating my lecturing comments.

Something seemed on his mind, but I chalked it up to being a moody teenager. But as we pulled up to a red light, Matt looked over at me. "Can I talk to you about something, Dad?"

"Of course," I said automatically. At that age, you never know what issues are going to arise but you have to be prepared for anything, big or small. It was part of being a parent.

"It's kind of about sex," my son added.

"You know my policy," I said. I'd always told Matt I had an open-door policy and that he could come to me with any questions about sex or dating or anything really. It was a conversation I'd have to have in a few years with Logan.

He gave me a quick smile and looked back in time to see the light turn green. He started driving again, eyes on the road, but continued his conversation.

"I think I'm bisexual," he stated plainly. I could see he was nervous telling me. I was proud he'd had the guts to be honest.

"You know that makes no difference to me, or your mother," I said, repeating part of the birds and the bees talk about sexual orientation. I looked over at him. God he was such an attractive young man, and now he had two genders that would be after him. "You're being careful, like we talked about?"

Matt nodded, letting me know my lectures were understood. "Actually, I haven't done anything. But I want to, Dad. Real bad." His voice had a real vulnerability to it that melted my heart. I remember being Matt's age and feeling those hormones and wanting sex so bad and not being able to do a damn thing about it. It's probably why Max and I started fooling around to be honest.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked. I never pried in my son's life but he seemed like he needed to talk.

Matt nodded, his face reddening. "I think a lot about guys. Sometimes it's all I think about. I feel messed up."

"You're not messed up, buddy," I assured him. It pained me to see my son wrestling with this. "Can I share something? This does not go back to your mother, but I have some experiences with men."

That shocked Matt for sure, and he had to check himself before taking his eyes off the road. Fortunately we came to another stoplight. "For real Dad?" he asked excitedly. I knew then I'd made the right decision in telling him.

I nodded. "Again, this stays between us."

Matt looked at me with an open, sincere expression and nodded. "Any chance we can go some place and talk?"

I knew we shouldn't take too long getting home. But I nodded. "Make a right up there."

Matt pulled into a parking lot in front of a deserted closed strip mall, one that was slated to be redeveloped. It was the parking lot where I first gave him his driving lessons.

"Park right there," I instructed. He pulled in and put the SUV in park, then turned off the engine.

"Having a hard time?" I asked, undoing my seat belt to face him.

He nodded. "You ever want somebody so bad and feel you can't do anything about it?" he asked.

"Look Matt," I started. "It's been a long time since I was in your shoes, but I know some of what you're feeling." I paused. "Is it one of your teammates?"

He grinned and shook his head. "No, they're attractive, I guess, but you know my buddy Kyle?"

I nodded. Kyle was his best friend since 5th grade and a baseball jock at the public school.

"Well," Matt said, unsure if he should say it. "I have the hots for Kyle's dad."

I was not expecting that. "Oh," I said. "Matt, buddy...."

"I know Dad," Matt objected. "I know that stuff's forbidden and in any case I'm pretty sure Mr. Carter wouldn't be interested. I mean he's older and smoking hot, and I'm just an awkward teenager."

I breathed out a sigh. How to broach this? I knew I was walking a fine line but I also felt I had to reassure Matt while also cautioning him.

"You go for older men?" I asked in as reassuring of a Dad voice as I could muster.

Matt nodded, blushing. "Yeah, fraid so Dad. Sometimes I think about one of the teachers or Coach Patterson... sometimes it's... other guys."

"You know any of those men could get in trouble with a young man your age."

Matt nodded, sheepishly. "I know, Dad. And I don't want that, but fuck..." he paused as he realized he'd cursed but continued. "Do I gotta wait till college to have sex?"

"Buddy, I don't know what to tell you," I said. "I guess there's my official answer and my unofficial answer."

"I already know your official answer," he laughed, and I laughed too.

"Unofficially?" he finally asked, his blue eyes peering into mine with a kind of challenge. For a second I thought my son was hitting on me and the idea went straight to my dick. I guess with the sex talk I was low-key primed for it, but now I felt a boner stiffen in my suit trousers.

"Unofficially," I replied, not taking my eyes off his. "Just be very careful son. You're a very... attractive young man... and some older men might take advantage of your age."

Matt smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

"For what?" I asked, an involuntary smile matching his. Our eye contact was still heavy. I was sure it was just Matt enjoying the freedom to talk openly. But in the back of my mind it was something more.

"For not lecturing me. For understanding what it's like."

I shrugged. "I remember how it felt to be a horny high schooler" I answered.

Matt nodded thoughtfully. "Does that go away?" he laughed nervously.

"The horny part?" I said. "No."

Matt chuckled. "Fuck!" Then "Sorry, Dad."

"It's OK. We're talking man to man here."

Those blue eyes were looking deeply into me once again. "In that case... you still get horny, Dad?"

Oh fuck, I wanted to be strong. I wanted to know how to steer this ship from crashing on the rocks. Instead, I felt rock hard. "I do, son."

It was like my son was the one reading my emotions now, reassuring me. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell Mom anything. I'm not going to tell any one."

Then casually he leaned back in the driver's seat and I could see it. A nice piece of teen erection pushing up his lacrosse shorts. "If you um," he said, getting up the courage. "you know... want me to take care of you, I'll do it, Dad."

I nodded. This was going to happen. I was going to let it happen. I reached down and undid my belt. My cock ached and begged to be free. "Only if you let me return the favor," I said. Those were the hardest words I'd ever said in my life, and somehow also the easiest.

"Oh yes," he said. He undid his seat belt, clearly excited. I had to be out of my mind but I wanted this. Wanted my Matt. I'd barely pulled out my cock from my trousers when Matt leaned over and started taking me into his mouth.

"Easy buddy," I urged him. His technique was impatient, and I had to instruct him in how to give head. He was a quick study and pretty quickly was bobbing up and down on my stiff prick.

"God yes," I grunted, doing my best to keep from cumming immediately - and to keep an eye out in the parking lot. I was a detective for the state police and the last thing I needed was for someone to discover me with my own son sucking me off.

The idea had me shooting, hard. I came in heavy pulses right into Matt's hungry throat.

"Sorry I didn't warn you, buddy," I said as my son rose off, face reddened. "Kind of lost control."

"'s OK Dad," he said with a half-dreamy expression, the thickness of my cum still evident in his voice. "I liked it." He leaned back up in the driver's seat and pushed his shorts and underwear down. God, my son had a dick on him. Like he inherited the Harris cock and a little more. And it looked even bigger with nutsac mostly smooth, a contrast to the blond pubes that had already filled out. "You gonna suck me?" he asked, horny beyond belief.

I nodded and started to lean over. "Just keep a lookout to make sure no one's around. Hear?"

"Yessir," Matt hissed and then I started licking him. "Oh fuck that's nice."

I wetted his cock, my son's cock, and then took him into my mouth. Nothing could have told me how crazy and exciting it would be to feel my own son's dick pushing along my tongue and to the back of my mouth. Even if I just shot, my dick was hard and I was almost hyperventilating I was so excited.

I knew my way around a dick and wanted to give Matt an amazing BJ his first time out. At his age, it shouldn't have surprised me that it took no more than a dozen mouth strokes to feel that teen tool stiffen and pulse in my mouth before firing a heavy wad of jock seed. I even choked a little bit on it. This was bigger than one of Max's heavy loads, even. Matt was really worked up.

The smile he had on his face made it all worth it. "That was amazing, Dad," he sighed.

I tucked my spent but still mostly firm dick back into my trousers. "We should be getting home," I said. Maybe too bluntly. I was clearly feeling a major pang of guilt.

Matt pulled up his shorts and refastened his seat belt. Checking the mirror, he started the car and put it in drive.

It was wild to see my jock son casually spreading his legs in the driver's seat and with a major look of contentment on his face. "That was a million times better than I dreamed," he said.

"Sex gets better," I told him.

His eyes lit up. "For real? I can't imagine."

"Well, you won't have the sheer anticipation of the first time, or that intense emotional impact," I said, blushing to think I'd been Matty's first. "But the sex itself gets a lot better."

"I can't wait," Matt grinned.

"Listen, Matt," I objected. "I don't think we can...."

"It's just between us, Dad," he assured me. "Look, I'm not gonna hound you or anything. But that was the most amazing thing ever. I'm glad you were the one to show that to me."

"Well, we'll see," I said, and I could see Matt's lip curl up into a smirk. At base he was a cocky jock, just like his teammates. Only instead of head from a cheerleader, it was from his father.

It was the look of a young man fairly confident he was going to be getting his way.

#drakestories

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seraphiism · 3 years ago

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❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢𝐢 ) ;

characters : kaeya / diluc / dainsleif

↬ kaeya ࿐ ࿔

no, you're not particularly interested in college parties-- or fraternity boys for that matter. you're not sure why your friend dragged you here or why you're still here, actually. this must be what suffering is : sitting in the corner of a frat house, surrounded by complete strangers, and coming to the realization that there is not, in fact, a cute dog here to keep you company during these trying times.

you think it's unfair to make assumptions based on ridiculous stereotypes, so you try to keep an open mind. you really do. not all frat boys are arrogant jerks or playboys, or whatever it is that people say. you almost forget that until you realize it might be true.

"i can tell you're enjoying yourself."

kaeya sits next to you, offers a playful smile that you can't quite decipher. you don't mind him too much-- not to say you dislike him, but you're not sure what to make of him aside from the fact that one: he's incredibly popular and two: he actively makes an effort to talk to you.

"you can tell by my face, huh?" you murmur, hiding your wary expression by taking a sip of horrendously made punch.

"everything about it."

you take another sip, indulge in what little peace you can find with kaeya in this rambunctious group. it's when you realize he's staring hard at you that you grow uncertain, glancing at him questioningly before he speaks.

"you know," he swirls the cup in hand, "this isn't really my crowd."

"this is your fraternity. you are literally in this fraternity."

"and do you know why that is?"

"for the brotherly bonds that will last you a lifetime?"

"frat boys talk too much." kaeya explains, staring at the others with an unreadable expression. "you learn all kinds of things about them." his gaze shifts towards you, and you see the faintest curl of the lips as he taps his head with his index finger. "makes for good blackmail."

you look at him, deadpan, but inside, you think that maybe you are hallucinating and dying.

"some would say i'm not like other frat boys." he continues on, and you can tell he's trying to contain his laughter at your countenance.

"you...you're actually much worse, i think."

kaeya laughs. he won't deny that you're right.

↬ diluc ࿐ ࿔

group projects are infuriating. group projects with diluc, however-- well-- they're still infuriating, but for different reasons.

one being that it's a collaboration research paper that needs to be ten to twelve pages ( or something like that ), two being that it's due in a few days and you've got an amazing amount of tests that are scheduled in said days.

it's fine. everything is fine.

except that it's hitting 1am soon and your brain is fried, and so is diluc's. you've been resilient in working together and it's going well-- you like diluc-- a lot, actually, and you're more than lucky to have him as a partner. but you've hit a wall and you've only got seven pages. you wonder if you can make up three pages of utter bullshit. you also wonder if your professor will actually read this paper.

after weeks and weeks of meeting up and working closely together, diluc expects what may happen next. he guesses correctly.

"i'm a biology major." you mumble, resting your forehead on the table that's scattered with mostly legible notes and research articles. "why am i writing a paper on sigmund freud and capitalism? i hate both of them. i hate them, diluc."

there's your crisis mode. diluc smiles faintly, pats your back in weary attempt to console you. that's simply the joy in taking general education classes, comes the dry reminder, and then he questions why he has to do this, too.

"let's take a break for now." he tells you, and his hand lingers on your back for a few seconds longer than he intends; it does not go unnoticed by either of you.

you nod when he tells you he'll be back, and it only takes a few minutes before he returns with drinks. you clink glasses, drinking in silence as you find invigoration in the refreshing taste that lingers on your tongue.

"do you feel better?"

you smile, slightly embarrassed at your distress, but diluc only looks at you with warmth, and maybe that embarrasses you all the more.

"enough to make up a bunch of nonsense and finish this, yeah."

he laughs at your surge of determination, and perhaps he feels it, too.

"let's finish, then."

↬ dainsleif ࿐ ࿔

campus life is not as fun or glamorous as one would think, especially if one ( most definitely not you, by the way ) has no sense of direction. you imagined it wouldn't be that crowded outside, but somehow, you're stuck in the midst of a body of students moving here and there. you've got about five minutes to make it to your class, which miraculously, is fifteen minutes away.

you blindly rush through the crowd, try your hardest not to shove anyone-- and as expected, you bump into someone.

the immediate thoughts are: what else could have happened? are you going to fall flat on your face? oh god. what if your laptop breaks? the last time you backed up your files was two years ago.

you have come to the conclusion that you do not enjoy campus life.

-- until someone breaks your fall, catches you in their arms, and oh, suddenly you are greeted by a wondrous blue. you recognize this person immediately-- what was his name-- dainsleif?

"you would be wise to be more cautious."

his voice breaks the trance; you register the little distance shared between you two and the embarrassment seeps in all too quickly. you straighten yourself up, regain composure, and he lets go of you.

"did you injure yourself?"

"no, i--" you clear your throat and wipe off the imaginary dust on your jacket. "i'm not hurt. thanks for catching me."

he nods, silent, and the students continue to move around you both. time stills in this moment-- then you are reminded that you're probably late for your class. you glance at your phone, panic decorating your features, and dainsleif seems to understand instantly.

"where is your class?"

you tell him, stress evident in your voice. you can only guess with the foot traffic that it'll take at least twenty minutes if you're lucky.

"i will accompany you. i know of a shortcut."

"no, that's okay! you don't have to do th--"

he gently takes hold of your arm and pulls you towards him, preventing yet another person from bumping into you.

"i insist. i have a feeling you will not make it to class given your clumsy nature."

you give him a sheepish smile of thanks, and if you looked closely, you think you might have seen his lips twitch ever so slightly.

"you're probably right."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #dainsleif #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #dainslief x reader #WOOOOOO #campus encounters is done Hawyee !!! it was very fun to write c:#welcome dainslief von fire emblem into my writing collection !#.: writing #.: multi

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myundeadgayson · 3 years ago

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SBI found family dynamics just,,, i’m crying, you don’t understand.

there’s something so especially cute about AUs where each of the Sleepy Bois decide to take Tommy under their care because they realize they’ve suddenly become attached to this tall, reckless child.

maybe they’ve found that Tommy really enjoys something they love, or they see themselves in him, or they just simply decide that “oh, i think i care about this kid. let me pass on every bit of knowledge i know to him and keep him safe in the process.” either way, they’ve each individually decided “oop, i care now” about this kid.

like, i’m talking all the adoption AUs, Origins AUs, the DSMP AUs or canon-related fics where the author explores how the SBI are still connected and care for each other despite their differences and the events of the world pushing them apart— all of it. there’s just so much care to explore and various dynamics of why they care so much about one another.

like one of my favorites to explore: Bedrock Bros dynamics.

there’s all the various SBI AUs and canons, and there’s almost always a moment where you can see why they’d relate to one another, be it through their actions, goals, or personalities.

Techno having a moment in whatever AU where he looks at Tommy. he looks at this tall child that almost always starts off being so rambunctious, so obnoxiously loud, so bright-eyed and full of life and potential. he has a such a fighting spirit in him that Techno relates to. he relates because he’s also a fighter, though he isn’t as loud about it.

any moment in AUs or fics where Techno decides “i’m going to teach this reckless child how to fight because even though i don’t care about him (spoiler: he does), i might as well teach him how to protect himself” and it means so much more because it’s Techno taking the time out of his day, his weeks, his months to teach this thing he knows well and pass on his knowledge to Tommy, and it creates bonding time between them. and Techno slowly opens up and finds himself caring more and more every time Tommy pushes through and greets him with the brightest grin as he asks Techno to teach him more things.

or any fic where Techno is reading or sitting quietly in an area by himself.

he’s relaxing in his own space. maybe the Voices are loud that day, maybe it’s some internal anxiety getting to him, maybe he just wants to be alone— and Tommy finds him, and instead of annoying him, Tommy realizes Techno wants quiet time, but Tommy wants to be around someone. so Tommy just sits quietly down near him.

i can’t express to you how simple, yet wonderful the concept of Tommy simply sitting quietly in the floor at the foot of Techno’s bed while Techno reads is to me.

Tommy’s normally so loud. he’s a storm of chaos and energy, but he can recognize when people need space and quiet. and exploring Tommy’s knack for understanding emotions and people by him deciding to sit nearby, but not next to Techno. he offers Techno space, but he also hates being alone, so he stays nearby and occupies himself with a phone, a book, or whatever else until Techno wants to talk, or Wilbur comes in to join them and sits down quietly with his guitar and strums until maybe Tommy falls asleep.

Wilbur and Tommy dynamics get me too.

like, my favorite are the found family modern AUs, but they haven’t adopted Tommy. instead Tommy’s just this kid that Wilbur meets by some various means. the two of them bonding and creating such a brotherly bond because they realize through talking and bantering with each other that they have so much in common. and Wilbur going home to tell Techno and Phil about the little gremlin child he’s met with a new story to tell each time.

those AUs, but Tommy finds out Wilbur knows how to play guitar and Wilbur gets so stunned because maybe he’s never played for more than Phil, Techno, and a few others. maybe he only plays small gigs in tiny cafes and hasn’t gotten the confidence for more than that because he’s not sure if he’s even good yet.

that scenario, but Tommy hears him play and gets so excited. he’s so enthusiastic and genuinely impressed that Wilbur’s just taken back.

this kid is looking at him with stars in his eyes and telling him with wholehearted honesty that he believes that Wilbur is talented and he wants to hear more. and Wilbur’s smile growing so soft as he decides that he can do that for Tommy. and that being such a pivotal moment for Wilbur believing in himself because no matter what anyone else thinks, Tommy thinks he’s good and he meant it.

just to top it all off, i have to give a Phil moment.

i think the best Phil and Tommy moments for me are just always Phil deciding that even though this child isn’t his (adoption AU moment), he doesn’t care. Tommy’s still his son.

that’s so vague and basically every Dadza/adoption AU, but let me explain.

i mean specifically those ones where Phil realizes they are different. like in any AUs where Phil’s got wings and maybe Tommy’s an avian, or a raccoon-hybrid, or just a normal human. and Philza realizing that they’re not the same at all in many ways, but especially for the fact Tommy can’t fly or relate to whatever bird-like habits Phil has.

but also, Phil saying fuck you to those thoughts and taking Tommy flying with him anyway. Tommy can’t fly, but that doesn’t stop Phil from showing him the joys of being high above the clouds with the wind in your hair.

Tommy being so delighted by it every time and Phil being so overjoyed by the way Tommy asks to go flying again.

Avian Tommy hits big on that one because though Tommy technically has wings, he can only glide. he can’t fly with Phil, his wings aren’t strong enough, but Phil teaches him how to embrace that Avian side. he guides Tommy through the art of gliding and showing Tommy how he could glide farther, how to land safely, and basically all the ways of mimicking flight in a way that won’t get Tommy hurt. he shows Tommy how to take care of his wings too and Tommy becomes like his own.

or another favorite: Human Tommy/Racooninnit/whatever other non bird-related version of Tommy having to adjust to Phil’s weird bird habits.

specifically i’m talking preening. like, Phil occasionally fussing over Tommy’s hair when Tommy comes home from playing outside with Tubbo. or whenever the boys used to have trouble sleeping when they were little, i always imagine Phil messing with their hair and it lulling them asleep. Tommy becoming a part of that trend after getting brought into the family no matter how old he is because nightmares are nightmares, and Phil will absolutely sit with him anyway.

and anyway, i got off topic but i just,,, Sleepy Bois Inc dynamics involving Tommy constantly have my heart.

(this is all revolving around their characters by the way, not the IRLs. i think it’s obvious, but just in case anyone was wondering to be sure.)

#sbi #sleepy bois inc #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza minecraft #c!wilbur soot #c!tommyinnit #c!technoblade #c!philza #sbi family dynamic #i just love them #they’re family your honor #dsmp #origin smp #found family sbi #jake’s rambles

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potter-imagines · 4 years ago

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Library Confessions (George Weasley)

Summary: george fluff?? maybe like some sort of best friends to lovers kinda deal?

Notes: I've been wanting to write George for a while so I was excited to make this !! hope you enjoy x

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word Count: 5.3k

It was a flurry and cold winter day, the kind of day when every breath stings the lungs and every exhale chills the lips. The frigid air, the slippery ground and the sheet of white covering the once green grass. All signs winter was here and cold times were ahead. Even in the highlands of Scotland, the winters were ferosus and unforgiving. Seeing as it was your seventh, and final, year at Hogwarts, most would assume you’d have adapted to the cold by now, but that wasn’t the case. Although as much as you despised the freezing temperature, the pulsating tick of your headache preferred the cold over the thunderous noise back inside.

The Gryffindor common room was too rambunctious- wild, uncontrolled for your desires tonight. It was Friday and tomorrow was the highly anticipated day trip to Hogsmeade. Students were understandable thrilled and you would have loved to join in, but the throbbing pain and stress of school on your shoulders masked your fun. The migraines were brought on by school, but also the idea that you would not get to join your friends tomorrow.

Your feet carried you further from the common room, the rowdy noise fading with every step. If the weight of homework wasn’t so heavy on your shoulders, the party would’ve been in your plans. You tried to stay as long as you could but after about twenty minutes, and three Weasley fireworks being set off, you decided a breath of fresh air sounded delightful.

Your best friends, Fred and George Weasley, were the cause of this chaos. They were fully sober yet drunk off the energy of the room. When you had left, Fred and Lee were orchestrating a tournament of pumpkin juice pong, and George was sitting on the scarlet couch talking to Harry, Ron and Hermione. His eyes darted to you every few seconds. Sometimes he would hold the gaze, or send you a wink, but most of the times he snapped his head back to the golden trio, pretending his attention was elsewhere.

It made your heart thump against the bones of your chest. You were sure if he had been sitting beside you he’d surely hear it, loud and clear. A deep pink blush spread across your cheeks at the thought of George. You had been close friends with the twins since you stepped foot on the Hogwarts Express and sat in the same cabinet as them. Through the years, the bond grew stronger yet developed differently with each twin. Fred was like an annoying, overbearing, proactive big brother and George, well, the affection you felt for George was not in a brotherly way.

Since your third year, you started noticing subtle things about him. Like how he arched his eyebrows when he spoke, or when he’d bite his lip when taking notes. He also had a tendency to eat his dessert first, if you got him laughing enough he’d accidentally let out a tiny snort and he always stood to your left when you walked to class together. When winter came, George was always shedding his clothes in order to keep you warm. Fred would complain that you knew it was snowing, therefore it’s your fault for being cold, but never George. Not to say that Fred is cruel, he can be a gentleman when he chooses but your relationship was more sibling bickering and competition. But George had always been a bit, sweeter than Fred.

Most wrote the twins off as one person but the differences between the twins was written out in neon signs, in your eyes. Maybe it was because you were closer to the twins than most, besides Lee. They were both your best friends, but they treated you in polar opposite ways. If Fred ever tried to cuddle you in his bed, you were sure you’d ‘Stupefy’ him into oblivion. When George did it, you could hardly croak a breath with all the rockets exploding in your heart.

The fragrance of frosted pine and butterscotch wafted through the nipping air as you approached the north entrance of the castle. Winter was finally here. The beauty of Hogwarts shined most bright during this time of the year. Snow crunched under the weight of your foot while you trudged through the courtyard taking advantage of the short cut. With the overwhelming school work piling by the second, slipping into the library didn’t seem like such a bad idea. You had two papers, a research project for Magical Creatures, and an exam in Potions. Not to mention you were expected to memorize and perfect a list of disarming and protection spells before Defense Against the Dark Arts by Tuesday.

Lost in your own stress, you hardly noticed your feet carrying you into the large doors of the library. The lighting was low and the attendance was even dimmer. A few Hufflepuffs and a handful of Ravenclaws were scattered around the room. Madam Pince nodded her head at your arrival then returned to her work behind the main desk.

Sliding into an empty table, you started to situate yourself. A stack of parchment was already waiting next to a clean quill and glass container of ink. It wasn’t hard to find the necessary textbooks and you returned back to your seat rather quickly.

A good twenty minutes had passed before your ears perked up at the sound of Madam Pince scolding a student. You didn’t have a clean view of her desk but you assumed a group had gotten too loud for her liking. Turning back to your book you faced away from the main entrance of the library. Eyes scanning the textbook, a new presence creeping up behind you went unnoticed. As you flipped to the next page in the advanced potions book, a grasp clamped down on either shoulder and a pair of lips hovered dangerously close to your ear. The unexpected warmth created a jolt on energy through your body. You practically flung out of your chair in surprise, whipping around to face your attacker. The initial glare and scowl soon washed away as your eyes met a familiar pair of warm, chocolate orbs.

George Weasley had a devilish grin, proudly basking in your shock. Not giving you a second to refuse his arrival, George pulled the wooden chair besides you out and sat in it. Throwing his arm across your shoulder, he smiled innocently at you.

“And what might you be doing in here on this eventful Friday evening, hm?”

Still reeling in shock, you placed your hand over your heart in hopes to calm down from the scare. Wildly glaring up at George, you yelled in a hush tone,

“George! You nearly gave me a heart attack- what’re you doing here?” You smacked his chest with a thud, though George remained unphased. His eyes squinted down at you while he shot back,

“Pretty sure I asked you first, love.” He said smugly. A large maroon and gold sweater adorned his frame, paired with dark washed jeans. You could smell the signature scent of pine and cinnamon that wafted wherever he followed. Folding your book on the table top, you glared playfully at the ginger.

“What else is there to do in a library besides studying?” The smart reply caused a twinkle in George’s eyes. You could practically see the gears turning as his witty side took control. His fingers tightened around the blades of your shoulder, dragging you a tad closer to him.

“Plenty of things-” An instant smack came as you knocked his side once more. George chuckled at your reaction, clearly amused by the flusterness taking over your features. Motioning towards the stack of parchment and mountain high pile of lengthy textbooks, you shook your head.

“I’ve got a lot of work due this coming week, so figured I’d get a head start.”

“Ah, you weren’t enjoying the party.” He declared knowingly. George typically never left your side during house parties. The anxiousness and suffocation of the noise that crept into your veins was always capped by the feeling of his arm around your shoulder protectively. Although tonight, George ran to the Golden Trio the moment the function began, leaving you alone in the corner with Dean and Seamus. You were friends with the boys but George was the only one who could make you feel relaxed and him being busy, escaping the party seemed like the best option.

Leaning into your chair, a heavy sigh fell from your parted lips at the recollection of tonight. “Not really I suppose. I don’t know… not in the partying mood tonight.” You admitted softly. George’s face furrowed immediately, concerned painting his features boldly. The dim lighting of the library all but hid the gleam of worry in his eyes.

“What’s got you stressed, darling?”

Scoffing at the question you picked up your book and started flipping through the pages again. For starters, you couldn’t decide where was the best place to start when it came to all your worries. There was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named who returned last school year, the fact that the twins were planning on leaving early to open their shop (which they asked you to help run once you finished with school), home stress, school work, your feelings for George, trying to figure out your plans for after Hogwarts, and so much more. The weight of the world was crashing down on you and for the first time, you felt like allowing it to crumble you.

“You mean besides the school work I’m drowning in and the ever looming fear of being murdered by the Dark Lord himself? Eh, not much.” The sarcastic reply was all too familiar to George. Having spent the last seven years glued to your side, he started to pick up on your antics. Like your constant need to use sarcasm to hide your genuine fears. He studied you for a moment, searching for any hint on what really had you worked up.

Reaching his hand out, George plucked the potions book from your hands and started surveying it. He tilted the book upside down, pretending to read the text. Scrunching his brows, the fiery twin feigned comprehension of the material, a small ‘oohh’ and ‘hm’ falling from his lips as he did so. His silly antics caused you to giggle as he threw the book back to the table.

“Why’re you doing homework on a Friday night, anyhow? You’ve got all tomorrow morning and all day Sunday for that!”

“Technically have all day tomorrow as well-” George stopped you short as he cut into the conversation stubbornly.

“No, we’re all going to Hogsmeade and I already claimed your spot next to me at The Three Broomsticks!” He resembled a pouty child as he huffed besides you. Flipping the page of your textbook, your mouth bunched in the corner, guilt entering your bloodstream.

“I’m really sorry, Georgie. If my grades slip any further- my mum’ll have my head on a stick! Besides, I didn’t figure it would be that big of a deal, everyone else is going so I’m sure my absence will not be noticed.” Your laugh was meant to cover the tang of honest hurt, although you hoped it would slip past him. Of course, George noticed everything when it came to you and seeing you down was definitely not something he felt okay with ignoring.

“But I’ll notice- just like I did tonight.” He added with a point of the finger. It was true, George always seemed to notice when you were missing. He also always seemed to know where you were when you did sneak away.

“Thanks…” Trailing off, you glanced over to George. The honey like orbs were already examining your features. You assumed he must’ve picked up on the sadness dripping through your pores because the next thing you knew, George was offering up his entire Saturday.

“You want me to stay back with you?” Your head snapped in his direction immediately. With a bugged stare, you shook your head feverishly.

“What- no! You and Fred practically countdown the days until we get to go to Hogsmeade. I know how bad you wanna go, don’t skip out ‘cause of me.”

“We do have another trip next month so I can just wait to go until then. I’m sure Hogsmeade will still be flourishing by then. C’mon, you know you want me to stay back. You’ll bore yourself to death without me around!”

“You’d just be staying back because you feel bad-” George interrupted you, face reading bewilderment at your accusation.

“No, I’d be staying back because I want to. Y/n, when have I ever hung out with someone I don't want to be around- besides Percy seeing as I’m obligated to share a home with him. I want to spend time with you, that’s why I look forward to Hogsmeade trips. Get to spend time with you outside of the castle. So if you’re not there, I’m just gonna be miserable, love. Which means, I better just stay back with you.” A mischievous smirk rose to his lips as he finished his spiel, crossing his arms across his chest. The material of his sweater bunched around his fold and you admired Molly’s handiwork. Pressing your finger into his chest, you gave George a playful shove. He reached out for the table top to sturdy himself as he chuckled. Batting your lashes you teasingly cooed,

“Sounds like someone can’t get enough of me.” Not missing a beat, George rested his elbow on the tabletop. His chin was planted in his palm as he leered dreamily.

“Thought we already established that.” He winked over to you. Lifting up your heavy book, you sheltered your blushing cheeks behind the pages. Your forehead pressed deeply into the pages as you folded the covers around your heated face.

“You joke too much.” Mumbling into the book, you were taken aback when a hand abruptly snatched the book from your fingertips. You watched as the book went above your head, then settled in George’s hand. He snapped the cover shut between his hands, an echoing ‘snap’ invading the library. The peppermint lingering on his breath smacked against your lips. George ran his finger over the title page, then tossed it to the side. As the book slammed on the counter, he turned his head back to you.

“Never about my feelings towards you, though.” He stated seriously. Your brows pulled together in a stern line.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your furrowed gaze rested heavily upon him.

“I just… really like spending time with you. Like just the two of us.” As he finished speaking, you watched cautiously as George’s hand sneaked over to land on top of yours. His palm was warm on top of yours. After a few seconds, he flipped your hand over so it was set inside his. That comfort feeling bursted in your chest under the weight of his eyes. It was funny how the simplest of actions from him could cause a firework extravaganza in your chest. The tension in your throat was increasing.

“I do, too, Georgie. You’re very sweet.” You smiled awkwardly, the bashfulness overcoming every cell in your body. When Fred complimented you or was too kind, it made you suspicious. Usually he buttered you up before a prank, so you never fully trusted his words but George? George was too gentle to ever set you up or put you in harms way.

“Y/n… there was actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you- well something I was gonna ask you tomorrow but seeing as you’re not going, might as well as you now.” The mumble was a notch above audible. You watched on as he fumbled with his hands, twiddling his thumbs nervously. His anxiousness was contagious as you soon felt uneasy as well. Your mind raced in worry as you wondered what was clouding his mind. As if it was second nature, your hand moved out in reaction to his worrisome state to snake his hand into your own. Softening your piercing stare, you squeezed his hand tightly.

“What’s wrong, George?”

His attention was shifted to your locked hands. It wasn’t the first time you held his hand, although it was the first time you were knocked off balance by the wave of electricity streaming down your spine from the touch. Based on his reaction, you figured George felt it too.

“Uh, would you ever want to, like, go on a date? I um, I’ve really liked you for quite some time now and I keep trying to ask you but I get nervous cause… I just needed to tell you myself before Fred does it for me.”

“Tell me now if this is a prank, George Weasley.” The sternness in your voice was something George only heard on occasion. He knew not to joke when it came to your heart so he was taken aback by your words, though understood why. You saw the confusion stirring in his brain before he settled your worries.

“It’s not a prank, love, I swear on my life. I would never lie about my feelings, that I can promise.”

“Tomorrow?” You looked up, eyes peeking over to your side. George had hardly moved and stared blankly at you. It was if his brain had hit a wall and was lagging in processing. The candle on the table flickered, orange and red shadows flashing across his face. Even in the shadows the razor sharp edges of his jaw and cheekbones popped.

“Huh?” He croaked.

Catching a Weasley twin off guard was not a common thing and George appeared baffled. Hands folded in your lap, you could feel the small shake to his grasp. In an odd way, you felt a surge of confidence knowing you had the power to make George blush. Tightening your hand around his own, you roamed the pad of your thumb across his knuckles.

“Could we go on a date tomorrow? After I finished at least two of my papers- could we go on a date then?” It was hard to shake the electric shock tingling through your bones. Never before had you basked in eyes as beautiful as his. His eyes reminded you of a pool of whiskey and shades of chestnut. When the light flashed, a honey, caramel tint soaked his orbs. Simply calling them ‘brown’ eyes did no justice.

Your voice brought a large smile to George’s lips like he won the lottery. The glistening gleam brighten the dim corner of the library. You could feel your breathing become inconsistent once again at the sight. Nodding his head, you watched with a smile as his sandy, ginger hair danced in tune.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Does uh, does that mean you like me too?”

Leaning back in your seat, you started to think back on all your years at Hogwarts. There wasn’t an exact moment you fell for him- it didn’t happen all at once. It was born as a crush, your heart leaping at the sight of the handsome boy your first year. When you started hanging out with the twins, you immediately grew close with them by the third week. Since then, you only got closer with the twins although it was undeniable that there was always a more intense gravitational pull you felt towards George. Not that Fred hadn’t pointed out the obvious connection between his twin and you numerous times. He enjoyed harassing George and yourself a bit too much.

Shrugging your shoulder in uncertainty, you admitted,

“Honestly it’s been so long I can’t remember when I first started liking you. I mean I’ve had a crush on you since first year and… I’ve always found you to be the funniest, most handsome guy I’ve ever met.” You paused your word vomit to take in George’s expression for a sign. Glancing up, you noticed he was far closer to you than he was before. The tip of his nose faintly brushing against your own. Your eyes enlarged in seconds at the lack of space between you two. “What’re you doing?”

A gulp echoed through George. His teeth dug into the skin of his bottom lip, tugging at the skin in an attempt to calm his nerves. You viewed in curiosity as his eyes darted from your lips, to your eyes, then to the floor, then back to your lips again. Your suspicions were confirmed as George locked his peer into your own. His face read seriousness as he asked you gravely,

“Are you going to slap me if I kiss you? I’ve seen you knock the daylights out of Fred for trying to. Mum says you need to take a girl out before you kiss ‘em for real so I wanna do it somewhat right. Y’know, be a gentleman and such.”

Your cheeks flared red instantly, eyes planted to the floor. George had always been sweet but you never expected him to be this sweet. There was nothing more in the world that you desired than finally getting to kiss George Weasley, but it was an incredible kind of him to take your own feelings into thought before acting. You pressed your lips together tightly, exceeding all your effort into suppressing the bashful smile threatening to breakthrough. It took everything inside to contain your excitement and nerves at his proposal.

George broke your messy train of thought as the sensation of his hand against your skin registered. His slim fingers brushed a strand of hair back behind your ear, then wrapped around the side of your cheek. Like two magnets matching up, you melted into his touch. Finally drawing your gaze back up, you placed the palm of your hand against George’s chest, grasping a light fist of his sweater for stability. The height difference wasn’t immense, but enough that you needed some sort of control to keep on your feet.

“How proper of you, Mr. Weasley. Yes, I would really like that.”

Leaning into his hand, you met George’s gaze as you slowly moved towards each other. Meeting in the middle, you were nearly knocked off your feet by the force of his embrace. Your lips connected like a perfectly mapped constellation. His kiss was warm and fulfilling, yet constantly left you wanting more. It was undeniable he had practice before, his lips moved far too calm for this to be his first.

You practically melted in his arms, kissing him softly. Your lips danced for a moment until you steadied your hand on his cheek, holding his face. You needed that sense of control, wanted to feel the hold you had under George. Taking the first leap, you dragged your wet tongue along the smoothness of his bottom lip. A tiny, almost inaudible groan fell from his mouth. You deepended the embrace momentarily, then pulled away to press one lasting kiss to his puckered lips. George giggled in reaction, a cherry red blush painting his cheeks.

“You’re adorable.” George ‘booped’ the tip of your nose when he finished speaking. You laughed at his action then extending your finger, you placed a similar tap to his nose and teased him,

“Stop talking about yourself, George.” Although before you could fully retreat your hand, George’s own wrapped around your fingers. In one swift motion he lifted your hand to his face, then pressed his lips to the back of your hand. As he raised his head, his arm was quick to wrap around your shoulder, jerking your chair towards George as a result. His fingers clutched your upper arm loving.

That smug smile was plastered across his face again, pleasantly pleased with the peach glow tinting your cheeks. Feeling the heat rising you dove to cover your cheeks in the sleeves of his sweater. George accepted your full embrace, arms moving to circle your body entirely. Suddenly a light bulb popped in his mind as he released his grip slightly to glance down at you.

“Maybe if I help you with some of your paper tonight, we’ll have more time for our date tomorrow!” The excitement in his voice was by far the sweetest sound you’d heard. You smiled back at him and nodded in agreement.

“Sure but I do the writing- I don’t trust you enough for that. Your handwriting resembles that of a child.” You laughed at your own jab while George gave you a deadpan look, clearly unable to form a comeback. He’d say so himself that his print was what the Muggles would call ‘chicken scratch’, a phrase you taught George. When George first learned to write with a quill and ink, he had a tendency to smear the ink a smudge as he scribbled away faster than the speed of light. Molly would scold George as the side of his hand would be stained a deep black shade and his paper was hardly legible.

“Rude but, understandable.” George commented. It was sweet of him, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he truly wanted to spend his Friday night stuck in the library. Raising your eyebrow to the boy, you gave him a questionable look.

“Wait, don’t you have a party you should be getting back to?” Arm still enclosed around your frame, George gave you a squeeze. A mischievous smirk now covered his lips as he confessed the truth.

“What do you mean? I only threw that party with Fred so I could spend the night around you- maybe impress you with my wicked dance moves.”

Giving him a pointed look, your chest erupted with a fit of giggles. A memory popped into your mind of the first time you got the chance to view a drunk George Weasley putting on a ‘show’ for you. Sober George was a decent dancer but drunk George was on a different level of skill. The liquid courage had left George regretting a lot of nights and quite a bit of scenarios that came as a result.

Although dancing drunk with you was never a regret of his. Especially when the two of you went to the Yule Ball together as ‘friends’. Mummers followed your every move as you waltzed with George, students gossiping about George and yourself. Not that you paid attention to anyone but George- there wasn’t a chance given to! You didn’t spend a single second resting on your feet as George had you dancing until the band was packing up. He spun, twisted, lifted, and twirling you all night long. When a slow song finally came on, the prankster king put his gentleman side on full display. It was by far one of the best nights of your life, one you still had yet to stop daydreaming over. Poking his side, you smirked teasingly at the boy.

“Georgie, darling, I’ve seen them before. You’d have a better chance sending yourself to the infirmary than impressing me with your ‘moves’. I haven’t forgotten the Yule Ball last year. My head was spinning for a month!” You laughed together at the reminiscence. George was just as mesmerized by the night as you, maybe a tad more so. For those few hours of pure bliss, George had never felt more complete. Seeing you all dressed up and glowing from head to toe- the image was captured in his mind forever. He never understood the term ‘speechless’ until he saw you walking down the stairs in search of him. He replayed that moment over and over again for a year now. Rubbing your shoulders lovingly, George leaned his head on top of yours.

“Aw, c’mon! You loved it! Twirling around like a beautiful ballerina in your dress. You looked breathtaking- everyone was staring at you. Can’t blame them, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you either.” His words made your insides feel fuzzy, kinda like the sleeve of his sweater. That of which your fingers were absentmindedly petting. George smiled down at the quirk, he loved every antic of yours.

Shaking your head, you pulled the book back that George had discarded. After all, you still had a stack of unwritten essays to get working on. You popped open the top of the ink container. George unraveled his arm from your shoulder to wrap lightly around your waist.

“Stop making me blush.” Crimson flooded your s/c cheeks, far too flustered to meet George’s eyes. That confidence from early had flown away just as sudden as it came. A sprout of warmth came as George’s finger pressed against the side of your jaw, turning your face. Sweetly, and silently, he requested your gaze to which you obliged.

“But you look so beautiful when you do, darling. Now stop distracting me- we have a paper to write, in case you’ve forgotten, love.” His lips darted forward and soon enough, his enticing lips kissed your reddening cheeks. George smirked teasingly, reaching the feathered quill out to brush against your nose. You lightly smacked it away, giggling at him as you did.

“You’re the one distracting me-” The squeal was silenced by George as he pretended to ignore your words as he continued to tease you. Pressing his finger against your lips, George purred,

“Hush, we’ve got work to do so I can take you out tomorrow, love.”

“Fine but don’t forget Georgie, I’m doing the writing.” Narrowing your playful glare, you spoke sternly. It was a sort of game you played- going back and forth with one another. Although finally that teasing crossed the line of flirting to something real. In a way, it almost felt fake. Like all those years of waiting hadn’t really paid off, you were just asleep in your dorm room, dreaming this all up.

The touch of George’s arm leaving your waist cold was enough to question; however the radiating sensation of his hand slipping into yours was confirmation it was real. The chaste kiss he left on the back on your hand still buzzed. Despite the lack of lighting, every handsome feature was distinct from his blazing locks to the scatter of freckles dotting his face. Giving you a sly wink George flirted,

“Ah, I love a woman who takes control.”

For the next hour and a half, far in the corner, behind rows of bookshelves and torches to light to way, George and yourself attempted to write your essay. The first hour consisted of stolen kisses, stolen looks, and George constantly stealing your book from your hands. He made it nearly impossible to the point you threatened to cancel your study date, which shaped him up immediately.

The last half and hour George read to you different pages from your stack of books until you got a good jump on the paper. You were feeling hopeful until Madam Pince had announced the library would be closing for the night. In a matter of seconds, George’s hand was clamped around your wrist, attempting to drag you out. You managed to scoop your school supplies together and tuck them away in your bag before allowing him to escort you back to the common room. You just hoped your study date tomorrow would consist of some actual study. If not, it’s a good thing you have all of Sunday.

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jippy-kandi · 3 years ago

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Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 67: The End Of The Adventure (Review)

Thoughts on the sixty-seventh episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

It’s the final episode! WE ACTUALLY MADE IT TO THE END!!! \o/

I really liked how this episode opened up. It felt movie-like - but maybe because of the digital tunnel from the OG movies. XD; It set the tone very well for a final episode and it felt like it was going to be good.

Abbadomon Core is visually such a better villain than his Pacman self. XD He kinda looks like a plant-based Joker, lol. But he still looks pretty cool.

Oh, the other kids are still here and doing stuff “outside”! Nice of Toei to still include them (somewhat) in the final battle and not have them be totally useless. I was expecting just Taito to run the entire show. :P

I really enjoyed the Omegamon v. Abbadomon Core battle. It had a lot of variety and was just entertaining to watch, even for someone like me, who doesn’t really care about Digimon and/or battles. My only complaint is that . . . I wanted more. XD; A lot more, lol. It felt too short to me - but it was still damn cool. Definitely the highlight of this episode.

After Omegamon lands what should’ve been the finishing blow, we get a nice montage of all the Chosen Children and their Digimon "activating” their Crests on-screen, that leads to . . .

Holy shit, Omegamon Alter-S looks like a goddamn badarse! XD As I said before, I don’t really care about the Digimon, but he’s amazing. I wish he had more screentime, lol. The build-up and music was so epic, too. Loved it.

Defeated Abbadomon looking like a sad Pacman made me LOL. XD;

Negamon: “I vanish . . . vanish . . . vanish . . .” Omegamon: “No, if you are a Digimon too . . . surely . . . what you will reach next will be another evil existence. Or perhaps a good existence. No. You should not be bound by either one. Because we hold endless potential.” I really liked this. Nice message to the kids watching this series. :)

And the Digital World and Real World are saved! YAY! And all the kids get one final wholesome exchange with one another - for the series, I mean, not in-universe. :D This was a nice closing moment for them.

Chosen Children and Digimon Partners: “The adventure . . . continues to a new world!” What world? Can we go back to the OG continuity now? :D I really thought the episode would end here - but no. XD; I actually wouldn’t have minded if it had - and if they had stretched out the final battle more to fill in the time instead. XD;

But anyway, instead we continue on to a little epilogue - but not one some might have wanted. XD; We see Digimon like Wisemon, Lopmon and Leomon telling the story of the Chosen Children to other Digimon. It’s nice, I guess. It puts a spin on the humans talking about other legends - and makes them the legend instead.

Wisemon: “Mankind and Digimon. What kind of effects the merging of the two worlds produce from here is something even I cannot predict.” I guess this is a reference to the OG? Because that’s what happened in the OG continuity with everyone around the world getting Digimon partners. This is what the reboot gets instead of showing it happening - because it ain’t getting a sequel (at least . . . not immediately). XD;

We also get shown a lot of the Digimon the kids met along the way . . . and damn, we did meet a lot of Digimon. Some of them even had good episodes. This was pretty neat, actually. Reminded me that the series wasn’t all bad. ;)

And . . . all the Digimon stayed with their partners in the Real World! It’s different to the OG ending, of course, but ultimately the same “final” ending (Zero Two) where all of them are with their Digimon partners (humans and Digimon co-existing). Again, probably the best ending for the reboot, since they’re not doing a sequel. :P

The final brief glimpses of the Chosen Children with their Digimon was super cute. Takeru seeing Yamato was uwu and I wish their brotherly bond was shown more. T_T I also wish their parents were shown more and were actually there with them, lol. Also, lmao at Gabumon in his “disguise”. Why, though, when Piyomon is just flying so freely after Sora? XD;

Koumi confirmed!? Jokes. :P But Mimi is bankrolling Koushirou’s Digital Gate project, lmao. On his laptop we see: “The Choosen One - Adventure to a new world- Digital Gate TRIAL” And dang, Koushirou made a simple spelling mistake like that? My disappointment is immeasurable. XP

Finally, the last scene is Taichi and Agumon in the Digital World. I assume he got through with Koushirou’s Digital Gate trial . . .? So the adventure continues - but the series has ended. Nice enough ending, I guess.

Overall, I . . . liked it, lol. The battle was entertaining, albeit a bit too short for me, and Omegamon Alter-S is fucking awesome - plus we got a nice little wholesome ending. So . . . I can’t hate it. XD;

But the series as a whole? Well . . . that’s a different story. I think the series was a lot better in the first 25 episodes or so - maybe less - and there were some very good episodes sprinkled throughout from 25-67. But, mostly, it was just a disappointing drag.

(Episode 8 is probably still my favourite episode . . . and that was episode 8 out of 67, lmao.)

Did this series need to exist? No. But it brought a lot of people back to the Adventure fandom, and I made a lot of new friends. So, in a way, I guess I do appreciate that it exists?

I really wish the series had been better, though. In particular, I just wish the characters at least had been better written and not so one-dimensional. Because these characters from the OG are the reason I even watched this kids’ show for 67 weeks . . .

If I were to rank the reboot characters, based on characterisation alone, it would be something like this:

Mimi > Yamato > Jou > Takeru > Koushirou > Sora > Hikari > Taichi.

Actually, Taichi would probably be before Sora. But I really didn’t like the constant “main protag Taichism” - and it really made me dislike his character, so I can’t put him anywhere but last in a character ranking, sorry. XD;

Well, it’s been 67 long weeks of watching and reviewing - but I guess it’s been fun? ;)

I’m looking forward to the upcoming 02 movie. :)

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #taichi yagami #yamato ishida #sora takenouchi #koushirou izumi #mimi tachikawa #jou kido #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #review #screenshots #spoilers #nice end to a series with more downs than ups

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Unexpected But Accepted

Pair: George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley: he/him.

Summary: Fred and George have been driving you bonkers. You try to get away for five minutes but find out they’re arguing over you. You snap when you see it happen right in front of you and punish Fred for sass. Basically, you fuck George, then suck off Fred.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), poly, dirty talk, bondage, probably took this too far, oops, swears, way too long and probably not good.

Notes: Requested! Hope you enjoy!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Your back pressed against the wall, your chest heaving with quick breaths leaving your lips. The small room was quiet and dark, allowing you to hear the pair of rushing footsteps that’d been chasing you for the past 10 minutes come down the hall. You covered your mouth, trying to hide your panting breaths into the skin as the steps came closer and closed your eyes in hopes of not being found in the small broom closet. Suddenly, one of your chasers spoke up, causing you to go rigid against the wall.

“Do you see him?” One spoke up while a sigh was released from the other.

“No. How did he disappear?”

You tried to sink deeper into the darkness without making a peep. Godric, if they found you, you’d never hear the end of it. You just wanted some peace and quiet.

“I don’t understand! Is there a hidden room we haven’t discovered?”

“I highly doubt it, Georgie. Let’s be real.”

“So should we split up?”

“Probably best if we just head to class.” Heavy footsteps trailed down the hallway, voices fading more with each step.

“Since when do you care about grades?”

“I don’t. Come on. We might bump into him on the way.”

You didn’t step out of the broom closet until you were 10,000 percent sure they’d left, allowing you to let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Shutting the door behind you, you leaned against it, wincing to yourself when your head smacked against the wood alittle harder than you intended. You didn’t like hiding from them, but you didn’t have much choice.

The two redheads had been acting differently lately and it’s been taking a toll on your mental health lately. You couldn’t have five minutes alone without them almost tearing eachother apart for your attention and, honestly, you just needed a break. Or maybe food. You haven't been able to eat in peace because of the twins antics. Hermione and Harry would bring you food while Ron, the forever charming redhead, laughed at your demise.

You’ve tried talking to them about what’s going on, but they always brush you off and ask if you wanna go do something somewhere and drag you away anyway. It wasn’t that they were being creepy or anything, it was just overwhelming you and you needed some serious (Y/n) Time.

It almost felt like they knew something you didn’t and it was frustrating beyond comprehension. Sure, you and the twins were close but fuck, it was almost like they made a bet to torture or something along those lines. Maybe it was a prank?

What you didn’t know is that you were kinda right. A couple days before this specific one, the twins made a bet after learning two truths that changed a few things within their brotherly bond. Truth one was how George's feelings for you changed from friend to lover. The second truth was how Fred's feelings for you changed in the exact same manner. The bet resolved over you, of course, and how they’d win you. More specifically, whichever twin managed to win your feelings, won the bet and you were the prize.

You looked both ways, checking the hallway to make sure it was empty before abandoning the hiding spot with a feverous sprint. Your footsteps echoed down the empty halls, your robes flapping behind you. You proceeded to multitask. You ran down the intertwining halls while debating on going to class or hiding away in your dorm. In the end, your feet decided for you. Before you knew it, you were sprinting up the moving staircase up to the Fat Lady.

“Cherry top.” You spoke quickly before she even had the chance to open her mouth. You ignored her grumble on how kids used to care about her singing and focused on walking through the empty room. You plopped yourself down on the couch facing gently crackling fire. A quiet sigh left your lips, hands going through your hair. “What changed?” you whispered to yourself.

“You really have no clue?”

The voice made you jump and turn around seeing.. No one? You felt the couch sink further closer to the ground and you were met with another redhead, allowing you to relax back against the plush cushions.

“Godric, Gin, you scared me.” You let out a meek chuckle and ran a hand over your eyes. “What’re you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with The Golden Trio or something?”

“Or something.” She cast a smile in your direction. “I heard what’s going on between you and the two idiots. Figured you could use some help sorting them out.” The youngest Weasley tucked her feet in and turned toward you fully, the smile turned into a grin.

“I’d adore help.”

“I thought so.” She let out a chuckle. “Rumor has it they have a bet going. Lee overheard them arguing over it and who was winning.” Ginny’s grin turned into the classic Weasley Side Smirk. The words rolled around in your head, your nose scrunching in confusion. Arguing? They never argue. You tried to come up with a time where they actually fought and only mock up arguments made themselves clear. “People are saying it’s over a specific absolutely oblivious Gryffindor Quidditch player, others say it’s over who can burn the school down first-” Ginny laughed, shaking her head a little as she spoke.

“Quidditch player? Oh- Angelina, right? Yea, it’s pretty obvious they’ve been pining after her for a while. “ You forced out with a very small and very fake smile across your lips. You knew how the two pranksters looked at her. It only made sense they’d be after her, she was smart, great at the game and a looker. You swallowed hard. You were just the Keeper for Gryffindor, not a chaser or a seeker, just kept to the goals. It didn’t feel as special as the others. “But I don’t see how this involves me.” You could’ve sworn you heard her mumble ‘oblivious’ again, but she spoke up before you could even question it.

“So, you really don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”

“Oh my Godric, you really don’t know?”

“Know what, Gin?”

“I thought they would’ve told you!” She looked down at her fingers, playing with her nail. Her long hair fell around her face like a curtain, no doubt hiding the grin. She was ignoring you on purpose.

“Gin, so help me, I will shatter your knee caps. Tell. Me.” You threatened, giving her a strong glare. Your glares could kill. Students and teachers alike knew your temper was not something to trifle with and made up for 99 percent of your detentions. You’re not one to throw fists first, but you definitely don’t hold your tongue. While the castle got nervous around you and you ralmost famous temper, the Weasleys did not give one flying fuck. They’d tease you until you die because they all knew you had a sweet spot for them.

“I mean, you're their best friend and you don’t know. Damn, that’s so.. Bad, yet just like them, wow.” She moved the hair away from her eyes. “Ok. Listen, the twins don’t fancy Angie, (Y/n). I think you need to consider both sides of the spectrum.” She paused, giving you an expecting look before sighing and going on. “They’re bisexual. Came out last year.”

“Oh, haha. Really funny.” You stood up, moving away from the couch to one of the towering glass windows. Pressing your weight against the brick wall, you gazed out, watching students rush to classes and others just goofing off. Ginny knew of your crush on the two red-heads, but she didn’t have to joke about it like this. “Now isn’t the time for jokes, Gin. “

“I’m serious, (Y/n). Think about it. They’ve been all over you, everyone has noticed.” Ginny walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder. She could tell you were gonna be on the fence no matter what the words, so she just sighed and retracted her hand. “I’d never joke about this. It could very well be you the identical idiots are drooling over.”

“They're really bi?” You turned to her, your eyes sparkling with hope.

“Honestly, (Y/n). Would I lie to you?” She snickered patting your back before heading over to the portrait hole. “Really, think about it. It'll make sense with time, i'm sure.” With that, she popped through the hole in the wall. With a final creak of the portrait shutting, you were left alone in silence, rolling her words in your head.

Ok, maybe it did make a small, tiny, miniscule bit of sense, but why didn’t Fred and George tell you? You sighed, your hot breath fogging up the glass. Maybe they didn��t want you to know. Maybe they thought you’d call them freaks or weirdos, but you’d never. You remember when you came out to them as (s/p) and they didn’t judge you at all.

You wanted to scream when you heard the creak of the entrance opening again. For fucks fucking fuck, even without the twins there you couldn’t get alone time. You needed to think, especially with the new info Ginny told you.

“There ya are, (Y/n)! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Your eyes focused on the reflection in the glass pain, a groan leaving your lips at the sight. Of course. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Hey.” Your voice was stiff, revealing how you felt deep down. Frustration and irritation. You noted how the redheads both stepped closer to you. One gently pulling you by the hand to sit down in a chair not too far from the window while the other taking the seat across you, shooting you a soft smile.

“Ok. What’s wrong?” Fred spoke, his back slouching in the chair, his arms crossing over his chest. George was standing next to you with a cocked eyebrow, a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, we know you (N/n). What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” George ran his hand through your hair before squatting next to your seated form. You could vaguely smell his cologne. You turned to George, missing the glare from Fred.

“I.. Just stressed, is all. Exams coming and not getting enough sleep.” It wasn’t fully a lie, so.

“Are you sure you’re not sick or something?” Fred stood up and walked over, the back of his hand reaching out to press against your forehead. It was halted when a matching pale hand grabbed his wrist.

“Fred, I think if he was sick, he would’ve said something along those lines. It’s just stress.” George’s voice held a barely noticeable amount of venom as his grip tightened ever so slightly on his older brothers wrist. The death glares they exchanged as Fred whipped his hand away from his younger twins grip had you raising an eyebrow in question.

“So you're a doctor now?”

“Can you stop with the attitude? I’m so sick of it!”

“You’re sick of it? I’m sick of you! I was just gonna check if he had a fever.”

“Don’t touch him, Fred.”

“I was just checking if he was ok!”

“Well, you don-!”

“Ok and I’m putting an end to this.” You stood up and shoved your way between them, pushing them away as you stepped forward. “What the hell has been going on with you two? This is- Godric- you guys are driving me nuts.” Before they knew what was happening you were ranting. “Seriously! I can’t even shower without you guys trying to be there! Like just- What is going on? This week feels like a year and I’m drowning in Wealsey cologne and fancy candy from Honeydukes-” Your hands were running through your hair sporadically, which the twins both thought was adorable, but knew now wasn’t the time.

Fred and George looked at each other as you went on.

“Please. Just- It hurts so much to see you too fight and it makes me want to punch something- literally anything- because you guys are my everything! Just fucking talk to me! Please.” Your chest was heaving when you finally finished, your entire body getting warm.

“Everything?” They turned to you, everything matching up insync.

“..What?” You felt even hotter than before. Wait, did you actually call them your everything?

“Aw, don’t playdumb now, (N/n)! You said we’re your everything.”

“You’re hearing things, Fred.”

“Hmm, no. I don’t think we are.” They stepped closer.

“Ah, well, I.. never said that, Georgie. Very simple.”

“Do we have to go back to fighting over you?” Fred joked as they separated and began to advance toward you. The twins trapped you between them, one on both sides. George rested his arm on your shoulder while Fred shot him a teasing smirk, his nose scrunching up. “Cause we’ll do it, princey, don’t tempt us.”

You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was your built up tension or your anger issues, but you grabbed them by the ties of their uniform and yanked them over to the staircase leading up to the dorms. You pressed them against the wall just before the stair cases and trapped them there with your body.

“Do it and fucking see what happens, Weasley.” One hand tangled their ties together, your other hand coming to press against the wall by George’s head. The boys’ faces erupted into a blush, causing you to smirk. “You two have been driving me absolutely nuts these past few days. I dare you to push one more button.” You tried not to act surprised by how your voice dropped. Fred’s tongue swiped across his suddenly dry lips and George turned even redder.

“Oh yea, (L/n)? What are you gonna do? Give us a stern talking too?” Fred smirked, his eyes trailing down your figure, then back up to your eyes. He was challenging you. You got closer to his face, your voice dripping even lower.

“I could tie you to the bed and fuck your brother right infront of you, make you watch him get what you oh so desperately crave.” Your head was cocked to the side, your eyes dark with something Fred had never seen before.

“Well, that was unexpected-” George all but whispered before he swallowed thickly, his hand coming up to cover his face.

“But damn, so accepted. Who knew he was so dirty?” Fred groaned out. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. You released the ties and favored running your fingers through his hair, grabbing onto a few locks and giving it a tug.

“Should we confess or should you guys just keep kissing?” George spoke up from the sidelines, fidgeting with his hands. Fred separated from you and got him the classic Weasley Side Smirk.

“I think he knows now, Georgie, come on!” Fred yanked his tie free and slipped free from you and proceeded to run up the steps, skipping 2 at a time. You took this time to appreciate his mile long legs. “Hope your good at keepin’ your promises, (L/n)!” He called from the top of the steps. With a laugh, you gave George a short kiss, grabbed his wrist and led the blushing redhead up the stairs.

By the time you and George came up the stairs, Fred was already trying to disrobe. I say trying because he’d given up on unbuttoning his white polo and is trying to pull the still buttoned collar over his head. Watching the older twin thrash around in the stuck shirt made George and you erupt in giggles.

“Should we help him?” George asked his laughs.

“Nah, he can figure it out himself. Besides, I wanna kiss you.” You cornered George against one of the bedposts, not caring whose bed was whose and immediately pressed your lips against his. He let out a needy moan and pulled you closer, his arms around your neck. Your hands landed on his waist as your teeth nibbled on his bottom lip. You pulled from the kiss when a second pair of arms wrapped around your waist, which you prompt slapped away. “What did I say? Get on the bed, Freddie.”

The groan that left the older twins lips was lewd, causing you to chuckle and shove him away from your back. He reluctantly laid on the bed, sprawled out like a starfish, his bulge prominent against his dark uniform. Damn, he must really want you. The idea of one of the twins drooling over you had you hardening in your pants.

“Not like that, Fred. Back against the headboard.” You spoke, gently leading George to the bed and pushing him to side down on the edge. You untied the younger twins tie and with a kiss to his nose moved to his counterpart, climbing onto the plush mattress one he obeyed. You smirked down at the redhead as you plopped yourself on his lap, causing him to groan.

“Having fun, doll?” Fred spoke as his hands instinctively moved to your hips, pulling you closer. You pulled his hands away from your waist, kissed each wrist before tying them to the headboard with his brother's tie.

“You know it, babe.” You casted him a wink. Climbing off his lap and prompt ignoring his whine, you brought your attention back to the younger twin and dragged him into a kiss. “And how are you feeling, Georgie?”

“Perfect.” His voice was soft and airy, causing you to giggle.

“Oi. Stop being cute without me.” Fred spoke up, nudging you in the side with his foot.

“Shut it. This is why you're tied up.” You smacked his foot away and pulled George onto your lap. You kissed along his neck, your fingers trailing through his hair. His hands slid from your shoulders, down your flat chest to your belt, promptly undoing it and pulling it free from the loopholes.

“Oh, please. You love my teasing.”

“I wish you gagged him with his tie.” George snickered out. He'd thrown the belt to the side and was now unbuttoning your white button up shirt.

“I’m debating on it, actually.” You laughed out. You sucked a mark on the side of George’s neck and shrugged off your shirt once it was fully undone and threw it to the side. Your hands came up to undo George's shirt, but ended up just ripping a few of the buttons free. “Fuck it, I’ll buy you new ones.” You pressed your lips to his again, your hands sliding across the bare skin. Fuck. His skin was so soft, but you could feel the muscles under it rippling with a soft moan.

“You know we have magic, right? You could’ve just spelled his clothes away.”

You let out a groan and pulled away from George's lips and glared at the older redhead. You shook your head in disapproval and tsked at him.

“You gag him, Georgie. I’m gonna finish stripping.” You stated, giving the tall redhead a slap on the bum before standing up. You watched Georgie snicker and slide Fred’s tie free.

“Wait, no. We can talk this through-” Fred was interrupted by the tie being shoved into his mouth. “I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry, Freddie. Should’ve shut your mouth. Had the chance.” Geogie patted his shoulder and scooted back. When he turned to you, he blushed a brighter red than his hair. You were lazily stroking yourself, your boxers hanging around your thighs. “Blimey-” George choked out, licking his lips.

“Like what you see?” You chuckled, stepping closer to him. He eagerly nodded his head. The boy was holding back the biggest urge to drop to his knees and suck the soul out of you. You flashed him a smirk. “Come on, then. Strip, baby,”

He rolled onto his back, lifted his legs and all but ripped himself free from his constricting jeans. The enthusiasm made you giggle. Your eyes followed along the pale skin and you wanted, oh so desperately to count the freckles sprinkled across his skin. God, he was so absolutely beautiful and it was safe to say Fred was just as beautiful.

“Merlin’s fucking beard. You’re so beautiful.” You stepped over, running your hands along his toned legs. “Godric, I should use your legs as earmuffs some time.” Your confidence grew when Fred and George both let out a whine. “Ok. Here’s what I want.” You sat him back up and leaned into his ear, your hands slowly sliding up his thighs. You licked your lips when you heard the younger redheads breath hitch. “I want Freddie to have a nice view, ok?” You whispered, your hands hiking higher up his thighs before you dragged your nails down the skin gently. “Go to the foot of the bed, spread your legs and lean over to put your hands on the mattress.”

George slipped out from beneath you and went to the foot of the bed. He was half bent over, legs spread and staring down at his hands on the mattress. Following him around the posts, you stood behind him and ran your hands down his toned back.

“Oh, fuck, you’re freckles go down your back-” Your voice came out breathy and light. Your eyes looked between Fred, who was whining against the tie and the twin slowly turning red.

“Is that good?” George asked, his ears tinting a bright red.

“Of course. You’re so beautiful. Does Freddie have the same patterns?” Your thumb ran over a patch of freckles.

“Yeah. He’s got these little patches of freckles everywhere.” George turned his head to look at you, a smile on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle, your hands rubbing over his globes.

“Godric, I can’t wait to see.” Your dark eyes turned to lock with Fred’s, as a dirty smirk came across your mouth. He let out a little whine, his legs shifting on the bed, trying to get some form of simulation.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” George laughed, pressing his forehead to the bed. You gave his asss a slap, causing him to whine.

“Be nice to him.” You snickered, leaning over to kiss the back of his neck whine your hand trailed down his abdomen. Your hand wrapped around his wood, his hips bucked in response. “You’re so hard.”

“Obviously.”

“Do I need to tie you up, too?”

“Oh, no sir.” His voice dripped sarcasm.

“Georgie.” You warned while pulling your hand away. You sucked on your pointer finger and brought it to his entrance, gently pushing it in. He was chewing on his bottom lip, trying to stay loose and relaxed. “Be nice.” You leaned off his back, standing up fully. Your other hand grabbed his cheek and spread it while your finger pulled back some. After spitting on your fingers,you gently slipped in a second finger. Godric, his moans were so perfect.

George was shivering. Sure, he’d played around in the shower, but damn was it better with a person, especially when that person was your crush. You prepped the bottom for what felt like hours and he was just about drooling into the sheets.

“Merlin, you really wanna be safe, don’t you.” George moaned out when you pressed your fingers against his prostate.

“Well, yeah. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“My god, you two are so gooey it hurts.” You both turned to Fred. He had a smirk on his face. Fucker had literally pushed the tie out of his mouth. “Get to it, (L/n).”

“For fucks sake, Fred.” You chuckled out, pulling your fingers away from his entrance. You held your own dick by the base before pushing the head in gently. George pressed his cheek against the bed, a whine leaving his lips. His freckle covered hands grabbed the sheets. His knees pressed together once you pushed all the way in him. “You ok?”

Your hands hopped from his hips to wrap around his midsection once he nodded. You let out a sigh of relief and placed a few kisses on the freckles scattered across his broad shoulders.

“I wish I was getting some of that action.” Fred’s head hit the headboard. This felt like he was having a wet dream and seeing it from 3rd person.

“If you kept your mouth shut, you could’ve joined us.”

Your hips pulled back slowly, your chin resting on George’s shoulder. The gasp that left his lips when you pushed back in had you shivering. You kept up a steady pace, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Groans, whimpers, moans, gasps- every noise echoed in the nearly empty room. George’s hand had found his dick between his legs and was shamelessly jerking it to match your hips.

“Godric, Georgie,” your voice so close to his ear had him moaning your name, “you're so tight, baby.”

Watching you fuck into his brother had Fred licking his lips. The older redhead desperately wanted to be in George's position and he was gonna throw something if he didn’t get some attention soon. He bounced his legs in dismay. His dick was painfully hard and throbbing in his boxers.

“I’m still here-” Fred did jazz hands against the headboard.

“And I'm busy, shut it.” You spat out as you rocked into George faster, who only grew louder beneath you. Your hands gripped his hips, your nails digging into his skin as you moved. George’s hand moved faster between his legs, which were shaking harder than an earthquake.

With a gasp, George came into his fist without a warning. A cry left lips, his hips bucking between your actions and his fist as he pressed his forehead into the bed. You kept the pace up, your own orgasm just around the corner.

“Almost there, Georgie. You’re so perfect.” You cooed in his ear, your teeth gently biting the tip of the cartilage. You moaned against his neck when you finally reached your own orgasm inside him. You stayed against him for a good while, just holding his sweaty form against his body.

You slowly pulled out and chuckled as George just kinda plopped onto the bed and climbed on the plush mattress with him. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair and kissed his head.

“You did good. Are.. Are you falling asleep?” You laughed gently, watching the man's eyelids flutter. “Adorable. Love you, Georgie.” You shook your head when he mumbled out a quick ‘love you yoo’ and almost immediately began snoring. Fred cleared his throat, getting your attention.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” You crawled over to him, undoing his tie. “Did you learn your lesson?” Your hand grazed over his bulge, your noses practically touching.

“You know I didn’t, baby boy.” Fred cupped your face, his calloused thumbs ran over your cheeks.

You let out a mock sigh of frustration before shaking your head back and forth. You watched his pale hands go to his belt and rip it off. He threw it off to the side before undoing his pants and simply pulling his dick out over the boxers.

“Wanna take care of this for me? I did sit and wait patiently.”

“You didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Just suck my dick, won’t you?”

The bluntness made you snort but you dropped your head down anyway.

“I guess you deserve it.” You held the base of his dick and licked across the head, looking up at him with false innocent eyes. Fred ran his hands through your hair.

“Oh, yeah. You’re amazing.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.” You said between laughs.

“So get to it, dove!”

You rolled your eyes and took the tip into your mouth, your hand moving up and down on the base. The fingers in your hair slowly tightened, grabbing as much as he could. A moan fell from his lips as his head fell back against the wooden headboard with a thud. You licked along the underside of the head. It was clear he wasn’t going to last long.

You took him down to the base, gagging on the head hitting the back of your throat and began to pull back. About half way up, Fred pushed you back down, a needy whine leaving his lips. He used the hand in your hair to control your head going up and down.

“Amazing, dolly. Absolutely perfect.” He was just mumbling under his breath while he listened to you gag and whine around his length. He licked his lips as his hand somehow tightened on your locks. “Gonna cum. Swallow it, oh please swallow it.”

Your eyes were watering by the time he came down your throat, leaving you sputtering and choking. He gently pulled you off. He reached for the closest piece of fabric, which ended up being George’s shirt, and gently wiped himself down.

“I knew there was a reason I loved you.” Fred teased as he threw the cloth and pecked your swollen lips.

“Wow. Only here for my bj skills?” You raised an eyebrow. “And here I thought we had something.” You planted a soft kiss on his lips. He suddenly reached up, holding your face as he stared into your eyes. His entire demeanor shifted to serious as he spoke. “(Y/n). I can tell you right now, me and my brother-”

“My brother and I-”

“Shut it. My brother and I,” his voice was filled with sass again, “have never, ever, ever, eevveerr felt this way about another person. We both love you, we have for a while. Granted this whole thing is super unorthodox, but we care about you.”

“It’s true.” mumbled a half asleep George as his arms snaked around your waist. You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips. “I know, Ginny was right.”

“She’s always right.” They said in unison.

“Now come on, let’s snuggle.” With that, George tugged you down next to him and Fred joined you. The three of you got cozy under a blanket and slowly drifted off, enjoying the body heat of each other.

The next morning, Ginny said ‘I told you so’ more times than you could count, but that was expected, even if you didn’t want to accept it.

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