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kamitv · 3 months ago

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▷ (S)CREAM VI

Synopsis . In which your ‘killers’ soon realize you’re not stuck with them but they’re stuck with you… / Pairings . (Separate) Ghostface!Geto x f!reader, Ghostface!Gojo x f!reader, & Ghostface!Choso x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, three/foursome, squirting, non-curse au, oral sex, reader gets kinda passed around, men teasing one another, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship, lowk feral reader, cuck!Geto, rough sex, praise, overstim, degrading, tw: spitting, pet names, filth (cùm eating), pussy slapping, teasing, a hint of knife play, etc . / wc . 9.6k (oops!)

A/N: Sorry this is late, but anywho! I <3 Ghostface. Art creds to @aransmind [MDNI]

“You want me to wear that and chase you around the estate?”

“Yeah, and when you find me…”

“I fuck you instead of killing you.”

“Mhm!” You hum cheerfully to your rather concerned boyfriend whose lap you’re currently sitting on.

Those dark raven strands of hair framing his gorgeous face sway with the light tip of his head to the side as his naturally slim eyes narrow at your overly excited expression, “And I’m doing this, why?” Geto questions.

You let out a giggle, which only confuses him even more. “Because Scream is my favorite franchise and Ghostface is hot… Duh.”

It’s as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Geto’s been with you for roughly two years now and yet you’ve never revealed this sudden… mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.

So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.

“C’mon Sugu, I know you’ve thought about it before,” You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.

The hands that’d been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, “I really haven’t.” He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.

At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, “Okayy, well you are now… So is that a yes or what?”

He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.” Geto tells you.

And that was all it took.

Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you weren’t able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face.

Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew he’d be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.

Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment he’d get home. Any second now and you’d hear that lovely security chime go off—

You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you weren’t buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because it’s clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.

Biting back a smile, you’re quick to bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

An almost low-quality distortion to the person’s voice is instantly recognized by you—it wasn’t Suguru’s voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” A man asks, and you know this line all too well.

Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, “Who is this?”

“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The ‘mystery’ man continues.

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.

Scoffing softly, “I don’t think so.” You quote, straight from the first Scream. You’ve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.

It’s a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, that’s the goal.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, you’d recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.

Now you’re left to improv a bit. “Think so?” You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.

“Oh I know so, sweetheart. It’s Halloween night and you’re doing nothing to celebrate.” The man on your phone points out.

You’re walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. “And that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?”

He chuckles. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure something else out.”

“Let me guess,” Your brows raise a little, “I should be watching scary movies?”

“That depends. You like scary movies?” There you are, right back onto the script.

“Uhuh,” You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that it’s nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.

Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. “Uhhh, I dunno,” Of course you know, but where’s the fun in saying it so soon?

“You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?” Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the man’s mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.

You sigh. “Uhmm, Halloween!” As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.

Most of the lights are on so it’s not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.

“Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?” You quote flawlessly yet again. You’re such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that you’re loving every single second of this.

“Yeahh,” He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.

You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, “What’s yours?”

“Guess.” He orders on the other end.

Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. “Uhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?” You soon reply.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit.

Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, “Yeah! Freddy Kruger.”

“Freddy, that’s right.” He continues, “I like that movie—it was scary.”

“Well the first one was but the rest sucked.” You’re downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You don’t remember.

“Mhm,” ‘Mystery’ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. “Soo, you got a boyfriend?”

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Now you’re making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again.

You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?

“No.” You chirp simply.

You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, “You never told me your name.”

You know what comes after this and you can’t help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, “Why do you wanna know my name?”

It’s silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds

“Cause’ we wanna know who we’re looking at.”

Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? That’s not… how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who he’s looking at. There’s no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??

For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, you’re actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, “What do you mean, ‘we’?”

There’s a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen the movies, you should know by now that there’s hardly ever only one killer.” The man says.

Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. “I… I don’t understand.” You murmur softly.

And then… all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you weren’t shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after.

“S-Suguru, this isn’t funny! I like the movies ‘nd all but I’m not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.” The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.

There’s a snicker over the line. “Oh but this iss funny, sweets.” The tone changed again—it’s still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but it’s not Suguru nor the person who’d said something before. “You look sooo scared right now.”

Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you can’t see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. You’re scared to leave the living room but… you’re also terrified of staying right where you are. You don’t know how many Ghostface’s are in your house right now and you don’t know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.

“Stop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.” You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.

The house is eerily quiet—which is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you can’t see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??

“You said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.” The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know it’s Geto talking once more. “You never said how many…”

You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. “Are you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!” Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.

Geto’s still talking, “Including me, there’s three of us. How does that sound, hm? I’m obviously not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to but, you do know who we all are.”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?” This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.

Lord knows you’re scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so there’s no real reason to be scared… right?

“Mhm. So how ‘bout we play a game?” Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.

You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. “Okay Jigsaw.” You snort, “What… What kind of game, huh?”

He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. “The one you and I were going to play. Y’know, you run around ‘n hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Let’s continue that but… with two others.”

“Suguru, you’re gonna let two other guys fuck me?” You’re beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurant…

Geto hums deeply, “S’long as you’re okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.”

“I didn’t know you were into that…” You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.

“Didn’t know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for ya’, huh?” Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.

“I mean…” You shrug, “Yeah.”

“Right. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.”

“That’s it?”

“Oh, nooo. There’s more to this baby…” You swear you hear a creak upstairs—coming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. “See, I know how loud you are when you cum so… tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.”

You gulp, “What happens if I’m not?”

“Another one of us will find you.”

“Oh—“

“…And join in.” He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously can’t see right now.

Your heart races at the thought alone. “Oh.”

Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, “That alright with you?”

“Yes… but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking me…?” You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.

“Yep.” Geto replies with a teasing pop of the ‘p’.

“But—“

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. After all,” The voice changer clicks off and Suguru’s tone is nice and clear with you, “Y’know whose cock you’re supposed t’get loud on.”

You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words.

“Oh, and by the way…”

“Huh?”

The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. “They’re already in the house.”

——

Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguru’s favorite holidays but shit you didn’t expect him to go all out like this.

Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? You’re lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and you’ve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.

Obviously, this wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now you’re just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.

As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding place—which is roughly how you ended up where you are now…

Now you’re left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since that’s your boyfriend’s best friend but the other guy… you’re not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesn’t help much.

Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??

After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.

It’s so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.

…Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You can’t see it because of the shower curtains but, there’s a shadow at the bathroom door.

Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft… thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.

It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, it’s all so very motionless.

There’s no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someone’s outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until it’s lightly pushed open.

Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you don’t hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.

They could be coming in to just use the bathroom… riiiight?

That’s extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. It’s faint, almost like… jewelry or… necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry… Necklaces… Which one of Geto’s friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? C’mon, think.

Necklaces… rings maybe… piercings—

The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, you’re met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.

Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when it’s all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.

His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think you’re sweating.

“Scared?” His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of who’s face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.

With your eyes all frantic along what’s covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. “Choso?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.

His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and it’s replaced with… something else as you study his face. There’s fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.

“The tub, really?” He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. “S’this the best you could do? Y’know if I was a real killer you’d be dead right now, right?” Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.

You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, “I wouldn’t have hid in here if you guys were real killers, I’m not dumb.”

His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasn’t forgotten why. “Yeahh?” Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, “Think you would be the final girl?”

Leaning forward a bit, you nod. “No, I know I would.”

Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think you’re in a trance. “Oh she’s cocky, huh?” He teases.

You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right.

You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. “Y’know that’s not fake, right?” Choso hushes out to you.

The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, “It’s not?” You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that he’s looking up at you.

His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Who’s really the ‘victim’ here—you or him?

“Nah,” Choso whispers, “That’s a real knife.”

“Why would you carry around a real knife?” You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.

He shrugs. “Honestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife play…”

His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw you…

“Are you?” The question in return makes Choso’s gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.

He scoffs, “Am I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasn’t.”

“So… What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethin’?” You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.

Choso just barely nods his head in response.

“Y’know it’s funny you say that and yet you’re the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.” You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.

Choso bites back a laugh. It’s cute that you think you have the upper hand here. “You and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.” He claims.

And y’know, maybe it’s because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe it’s simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either way—you do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple ‘prove it’ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.

It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.

It was almost impressive, in all honesty.

Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counter—it quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.

Choso used that lil’ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Geto’s) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasn’t much to get you unclothed.

One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.

Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.

Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. He’s got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, you’re left watching the mean slap of Choso’s leaky cockhead against your clit.

“Cho,” You whispered out pleadingly. He’d been doing this for the longest—tapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.

Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if he’s not the one torturing the two of you like this. “Shiiiit,” Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. “Suguru was right, this pussy is s’fuckin’ loud ‘n messy…” He breathes.

Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.

Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, “Look at herrr,” Choso purrs, “All wet f’me. Can’t believe he’s lettin’ us fuck you.” His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.

You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. “Choso, please.” You whisper beneath your palm.

He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. “What is it, princess?” Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, “Want me to fuck you?”

You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. “Please,” You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.

Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. “Yeah? Y’want my cock inside you that badly?” He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.

It’s not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, “Yes Choso, just put it all the way in already, I’m losing my fuckin’ m-mind…” Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.

Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.

Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. “M’not ready t’share you yet so, be really fuckin’ quiet f’me, alright?” His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.

Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Choso’s dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Choso’s got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.

He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. “Does he even fuck you? S-Shiiit…” Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. “S’fuckin’ tight.. God-, fu-uck…” His voice has this pretty lil’ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.

Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.

Which is something you can’t even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he can’t help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.

With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. You’re trying not to moan but it’s so hard with him—Choso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.

Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.

That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldn’t even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each other’s eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.

Your breath mingles with one another and you’re both so fucked out that you don’t even realize you’re a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as it’s pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface mask—the sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.

The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Choso’s name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.

“F-Fuck,” He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “So tight… I’m gonna c-cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.

You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Choso’s ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.

“What do we have here, hm?” Gojo whispers, making Choso’s hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, “Can’t believe you found her first. S’not fair…” Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.

You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Choso’s cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze back—only the whites of his eyes visible to you.

“K-Keep rubbin’ her like that,” Choso pants with a soft moan. “She’s so fucking tight… I’m gonna die in here, s-shit.” He curses dramatically.

Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Choso’s cock. “You’re not gonna die, Cho,” He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes.

You watch the way Gojo looks over Choso’s shoulder and stares at Choso’s lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. “I mean look at her,” Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. “You’re already fucking her to tears, you’re not gonna die, heh. You’re fuckin’ her good.”

That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against you—followed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Choso’s body.

Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, “There ya’ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jus’ like that…”

You don’t think you’ve ever been this… ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Choso’s cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lil’ stream.

Choso’s completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. “Holy…” He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.

Gojo clicks his tongue, “Suguru didn’t tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?” He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.

You look like you’re about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. “He… hah, f-fuck, h-he has.” You squeak out softly.

Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacant—Gojo lets out an alarming chuckle.

He watches the way Choso’s cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo can’t help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Choso’s cum around against you.

Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.

You whine, “S-Satoru—oh, w-wait,” You’re left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.

Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually.

Choso’s sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. “Satoru you… you know I just—“

“Mhmm,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. “You both taste really,” Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, “Mmph… fuckin’ sweet.” He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.

Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. “S’toru,” You mumble, “Fuck. Please… mgh, n-needa’ break. I-I can’t—“

Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, “Sweetheart,” He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! “I jus’ got here ‘n you want a break from me already?” He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. “That’s so mean.”

Before you even get the chance to argue with that, he’s diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spitting—Gojo’s between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. He’s such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.

After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and he’s soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and you’re too lost in the overstimulation Gojo’s giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.

Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojo’s face, and hums out a low, “Smile.” With the voice changer turned on.

Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Choso’s phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojo’s shoulders. They’d just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.

“Atta’ boy,” Choso praises after he’s taken the desired amount of pictures.

Gojo looks up to you and he’s pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. “You don’t mind, do ya’? We wanna have somethin’ to remember this by,” He tells you.

You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojo’s hair to shove him back down in between your legs—earning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojo’s.

Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojo’s head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and you’re met with the eyes of Ghostface since he’s got the mask back on.

Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojo’s teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. “Fuck!” You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojo’s hair.

Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. “That was loud, princess. You’re gonna get us all caught,” He snickers to you.

Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but it’s you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.

And then it’s just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Choso’s making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojo’s still lost in between your legs.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.

Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, “C’mon pretty girl, don’t tap out on us jus’ yet.”

Then there’s Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. “Yeahh, don’t tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.” He hums into your skin.

The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget there’s supposed to be a third Ghostface.

Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ‘n ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You don’t seem to notice he’s standing there and you’re the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guy’s names.

He didn’t even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he won’t last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly that—going completely unnoticed there for a while.

Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why he’s missing out on all this.

Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. It’s in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.

After Gojo, you’re the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and could’ve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.

—

So, one thing led to another and…

You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situated—seating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to “put on a show for him”.

By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure aren’t now because it’s you who’s ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojo’s behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.

“You spoil us, sweetheart,” Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long he’d gone without talking earlier.

You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, you’re met with Choso’s fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, you’re slow to look all the way up to him and see the way he’s smirking down at you.

“‘Could get off on that look alone, y’know.” Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.

Gojo’s behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. It’s like they’re all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.

Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojo’s quick to palm the fats of your ass. “Finally givin’ me some attention now, huh?” He quips.

You pull away from Choso’s touch just to look back at Gojo. “Suguru should’ve told you guys, I hate bein’ teased.” The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojo’s jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.

“W-Woah sweets, you could’ve warned me f-first…” He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like it’s nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. “Fuuck, don’t stop. Give it t’me, baby.”

Gojo doesn’t even have to move yet and you’re already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. He’s all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inch—you take him like you were fuckin’ made for him.

The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckin’ hell he’s not even all the way in yet and you’re already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against him—

Gojo’s thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ‘n steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then there’s your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.

He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhere—he has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.

“Ohh fuck, Suguru y’had this pussy all to yourself all this time?” Gojo grunts. “…S-Selfish bastard.”

Gojo’s hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you can’t do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all you’re left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.

His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, he’s definitely jerking off to they way Gojo’s fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.

Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly you’re silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, “Open up f’me pretty girl, nice ‘n wide…”

And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you weren’t every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.

Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads back—one letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. You’re soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojo’s cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.

All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind.

Geto came twice in his hand already and yet he’s still bucking his hips up into his fist. He’s never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation you’re in. There’s a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Geto’s length from the thick tip to his base.

You’re busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keep’s snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then.

You’re all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didn’t care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.

And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Gojo’s back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet you’ve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. “Look at this pretty girl,” He grunts, “Takin’ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.”

Then there’s Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojo’s groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point he’s fucking your face at the same rate Gojo’s fucking your cunt. “Her throat’s even better—shit. Y’should see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,” Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. “Right here, f-fuck.”

Again, Geto’s on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Geto’s bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you don’t have two cocks inside you right now.

“M’gonna cum,” Geto’s muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra.

Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.

You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. That’s all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenly…

Geto’s not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lips—a sight you barely get to see because then Gojo’s leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, you’re tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojo’s fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.

“Fuckin’ slut,” He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. “Look at this mess,” Oh, he’s just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and… licking the remnants of Choso’s release off of your face, again.

Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then you’re shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.

Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. “Open your mouth,” He breathes out hotly.

Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, “Good boy, now swallow it ‘n taste yourself f’me.”

It’s right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.

Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. “Guess you were right… I do taste pretty sweet.”

A/N: ty guys so much for 6k followers here btw!! much love, mwah.

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kissitbttr · 4 months ago

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toji fushiguro is no blind man. he knows his wife is drop dead gorgeous and knows how to make heads turn with her presence. that’s why he didn’t give up for six months to score a date with you. and now, the two of you are blessed with a healthy marriage and little alena—another baby is on the way though—

even with a swollen belly and the weight gain you complain so much, he still thinks his wife is the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. no amount layer of fat is going to change that and he will not rest until you realize that.

unfortunately for him? he’s not the only one who has eyes on his wife.

because as you both are standing in the hallway of alena’s kindergarten, he watches the amount of teachers and married men (gross) do a double take when you enter. eyeing you up and down like you’re a piece of meat, not realizing the intimidating man you call your husband is next to you.

his hand snakes around your waist before drawing your body closer. “have i ever told how good you look mama?”

you smile as you feel his lips pressing against your temple, hand squeezing your hip. “everyday, baby”

his eyes then wander to your figure and your pregnant belly. “you picked the right dress, huh?” the material of it compliments every curve you have so well, yet it still manages to make you look so elegant.

“well, i like to make an entrance” you reply in a sassy tone, flipping your ponytail a bit making him chuckle.

“that you did—noticed how the people here can’t stop looking at you?” he asks, guiding you towards alina’s classroom while subtly shooting a glare to anyone who’s undressing you with their eyes,

that tone, you can simply pick up. causing your head to tilt back to look at him. “easy, handsome—you look like you’re about to kill every single person in this room” with a giggle to finish,

“i may have left my old past but that doesn’t mean I won’t go back if it’s for you, doll” he grumbles, eyes searching through his daughter,

with a hum, it’s your turn to press a kiss on his scarred lip—your favorite spot to place it—“you’re so sexy i might just hop on it tonight” you whisper to him discreetly,

“damn” he wolf whistles, “i do love me a pregnant wife but our son in your tummy is probably going to hear all that, baby”

you pout, hand rubbing the belly. “we’ll do it at midnight and baby megumi wouldn’t hear a thing”

again, he barks out a laugh. “that’s not how it works sweetheart”

“yes it does!”

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #dad!toji

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deadghosy · 6 months ago

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SLYTHERIN BOYS WITH A BLACK FEM!READER WHO IS TALL LIKE MEGAN THEE STALLION

A/N: tbh I randomly had the energy to write this late in night cause Megan is so gorgeous!! I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes. Also I looked up the heights of the characters so I’m sorry this seems weird lol.

Honestly, all the Slytherin boys are tall asf..while you stand at 5’10. (Which is Megan’s irl height.) so you still are tall, just not a full taller height than the boys.

Tom is 5’11. Taller than you by an inch. He doesn’t care about your height or his. But he is impressed at how you do tower over some of the Slytherin girls and Hogwarts girls. He thinks you are definitely worth a chatting to.

Mattheo being 6’1 like Theodore, (I’ve always imagined him to be at least a little shorter than Theo) he likes to think you two can be a good couple. You rejected him of course but hey. At least he respects it. He does find it hot how tall you are against some girls.

Draco is only 5’9, so you’re taller than him by an inch. Personally you still make it seem like he’s shorter than you by a lot which makes him mad. But he can’t stay mad at you since it is kinda funny when you do it. And only you. If someone is else did it, he’s complaining to you completely.

Blaise, he’s 6’3. He’s a practically towering over you a bit. But still, you two are giants to others from afar. Every time you two walk together, there’s gossip about how you two look so cool together.

Theodore, being the tall bastard of 6’1. You two are very close in height. So of course you two are kinda like the tall duo.

And Lorenzo for final finds you very beautiful for a tall woman despite the others. He’s 6’0 (had to look at the fancasted actor height. Don’t judge me 🙁) He’s like a puppy in love with you, following you around and helping you carry your book bags and book. Literally smitten with you. Loves when you call him “baby” and cup his face. It makes him melt so fast.

Personally the Slytherin boys love how cool you are, and how you are a very intelligent person. They are like overprotective brothers and friends to you. Lorenzo is full snake mode when it comes to you. Immediately he wants to poison the people who mess with you like a poisonous snake

Definitely Lorenzo is the one. He’s immediately devoted to defend you from people who dare to make fun of you. They are not going to get at you, or towards you. They have to answer to him. Literally.

God when you do a slick back move line Draco but better….you better pray Lorenzo doesn’t go crazy asf. Cause he actually does. He wants to gatekeep how beautiful you are…but he hates it when other men try to holler at you.

And when they fail, Lorenzo is just smiling like a cheeky bastard.

Mattheo always teases the Berkshire male about how whipped he is for you. And Enzo but admit he is. See you’re an unbothered queen. You let haters lol dumb while karma gets to them.

“Hey big foot!” A girl yelled at you from across the great hall. You were just relaxing with your boys when she yelled. You turned around unbothered and looked ahead of yourself. Not giving a fuck if she thinks she can get under your skin. The riddles narrowed their eyes at the girl meanwhile Draco mumble how his “father will hear about this. Lorenzo is immediately sat up which lead you to put your hand on his arm. Calling him down a bit as he looks at you. “Boys calm down. It ain’t worth a second to get all mad about a bitch who can’t do shit but hate.” You say, smirking. You knew karma was gonna get her way. And it did when she ended up in the hospital wing. The thing was you didn’t do a single thing. Someone did.

Honestly Blaise is the person you allow to put your hair in a protective style. And he loves it. He sometimes brag to the other which made mattheo. Being the cocky one, to go up and not demand. Heavens no, if he had demand you to let him do your hair. You would’ve depulso him across the room and out your dorm. So you taught him how to do your hair.

Blaise and you just relaxing, listening to music as you give him a silk bonnet is definitely something that will happen time to time

Draco and you have self care days which bring you two together a lot.

Honestly with you being nicknamed “titan”, Theo would definitely pick you up. Making you two combined as a ladder. The same goes for Blaise as well.

It’s relaxing all day, evening, and night.

They love you dearly and you love them back.

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madamefeu · 5 months ago

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Hi! Here’s what your favorite Hazbin Hotel ship says about you!

Radiodust: You're an old-timer who's been around since the pilot. One off-handed joke about Angel Dust wanting to suck Alastor's dick was all it took for you to start shipping them. You always ship the two most attractive male characters together in your fandoms, even if they have no real connection

Huskerdust: I’m not going to touch this one because I’ll probably get death threats if I don’t tell the Huskerdust fandom exactly what they want to hear

Radiorose: Hello, aro-ace community! You love this because they're the closet thing to a canon queerplatonic couple that currently exists in mainstream media, and as a fellow aro-ace, I’m in the exact same boat

Chaggie: You like the idea of forbidden love, but you're not interested in handling all of the social/political ramifications of it, and would prefer to conveniently gloss over both of those things just like in the show. This ship has the flavor profile of vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips, and so does your personality

Lucifer/Lilith: You only want one thing in this life, and that is for a powerful woman to step on your neck. You are a bottom to end all bottoms

Radioapple: Daddy kink, but in a voyeuristic way. You like watching two dads doing each other, but there is no way you’d ever let them touch you, no, all you want is to watch them go at it

Rosiemilla: Mommy kink, but in a voyeuristic way

Radiohusk: Oh, you would let a man do unspeakable things to you if he was hot enough. You read dark romances and you want a dark romance to happen to you in real life

Cherrisnake: You are absolutely terrible at handling your feelings for everyone you've ever crushed on, and will try to convince yourself that you hate the object of your affections because you lack the courage needed to make a move on them. It would take a life or death situation for you to tell your crush how you really feel about them, and even then you'd be more afraid of telling them than of dying

Guitarspear: Hello, Adam simps! You binge-read workplace romances and you fantasise about dating your boss even though he's a dick 90% of the time. Strangely, the fact that he's a dick makes you even more attracted to him

Staticmoth: Your ideal ship is two horrible people who deserve each other. You want what they have, but at the same time you don't

Zestmilla: Your preferred aesthetic is old married couple core, and I respect that. You binge-read found family fics on AO3, and your favorite tag is hurt/comfort

Radiostatic: You love the idea of someone being obsessed with you when you have no interest in them. You like to laugh at their, quite frankly, pathetic attempts to get you to notice them, and you're waiting for the day when the penny will drop and they'll realise that they are nothing to you, and never will be

Arackpentious: You have never cared about canon, and you don't intend to start now. You probably simp for Sir Pentious and use Arackniss as a self-insert. We know barely any canon information about him, so it's easy for you to project yourself onto him so that you can get doubly-dicked down by the Victorian snake man

Charlastor: You're all about the aesthetic. You got into this ship because there's an abundance of gorgeous fanart for it, even if there's no chance of them being together in canon. You don't care about that, however, because they look beautiful together and that's all that matters to you

Radiomimzy: You wish that the old canon of Mimzy being Alastor's girlfriend was still canon

Royalhalo: You hate Vaggie and you think that Charlie deserves better than her, and who better than the sugary sweet angel who was the first to hear Charlie out and argue in her favor when she found out the truth about the exterminations?

Cherridust: You are aggressively heterosexual and you believe that it is impossible for a man and a woman to be friends without one or both secretly harboring feelings for the other. You binge-read friends to lovers fics on Wattpad, and if a man so much as says hi to a woman, you will ship them

Cherrimoth: You like enemies to lovers, but in a bitch eating crackers kind of way. You either have a crush on someone that you love to hate from afar, or you want to fall in love with someone who hates you from afar

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genshinluvr · 2 years ago

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Written in the Stars

Pairings: Various Honkai Star Rail Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: Your existence in the world of Honkai Star Rail continues to be a mystery, but General Jing Yuan thinks he can help you regain your memory and find out your origins. Who knew that your chances of meeting them was written in the stars.

Note: Thank you for the love on my first HSR fic 🥺❤️ I'm glad that you all liked it and wanted more! And here is the second HSR fic in my harem one-shot series! ^^ It's a bit shorter than the first part by 600 words, but I liked how it turned out! I'm still trying my best to capture the character's personalities. It'll take some time as the game and series progress. Anyway, I wanted you all to know that I do post this fic on AO3 as well! I post all of my works on Tumblr and AO3 and nowhere else. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔

Word Count: 8k

You open your eyes and find yourself in the void. The same void where you first meet Nanook, the towering figure which covers the sun and sky. You expected to see Nanook towering over you, watching you intently with fondness in those gorgeous gold eyes. But you don’t see Nanook anywhere. You remain sitting on the ground in the abyss, unsure of what to do. Nanook’s way of reaching out to you is through your dreams while you’re asleep, but now that you’re asleep in the cabin of the Astral Express, there is no sight of Nanook anywhere.

You reluctantly get off the ground and begin walking aimlessly through the void, searching for the massive figure you have befriended in your dreams. Nanook is nowhere to be found, and you’re confused. You stop in your tracks, eyes scanning the little stars in the void and shielding your eyes from the sun.

“Where is Nanook?” You ask.

Your vision suddenly turns black. A deep chuckle rings throughout the void, a chest pressing up against your back. You soon realize that someone’s covering your eyes.

“Guess who?” The deep voice whispers into your ears.

You blink and place your hands over the person it belongs to. The person behind you chuckles before covering your eyes with one hand while snaking their arm around your torso, pulling you close to their chest.

You hum thoughtfully, tapping on your chin. “Is it…” you trail off, a big smile stretching across your face. “Is it Jing Yuan?” You tease.

The voice scoffs. “As if I would be that old man,” you hear the voice mutter bitterly.

You snort and gently elbow the person’s gut. “Hey, be nice! I bet you’re as old as he is,” you say, grabbing the person’s hand and pulling away from your face.

You turn around to see Nanook standing there with a small frown. It almost looks like Nanook was pouting at you. You look at Nanook, surprised. You didn’t think Nanook could shrink down to human size— Nanook is usually massive, covering the sun and sky. A look of amusement appears on Nanook’s face while analyzing the expression on your face.

“Oh, Nanook! I didn’t think you could shrink down to my size! I assumed you have always been massive, covering the sun and sky like usual!” You say.

Nanook smiles at you. “I can take on many forms, [Y/N]. I wanted to surprise you,” Nanook says, looking away while the color pink slowly makes an appearance.

You look at Nanook, surprised. Nanook wanted to surprise you by shrinking down to human size? You feel your face warm up at the flustered look on Nanook’s face and the thought of Nanook wanting to surprise you.

You find yourself giggling, grabbing Nanook’s attention. “Oh, Nanook! You’re so cute!” You say, grinning at Nanook. The smile on your face slowly fades away, making Nanook concerned.

“What’s wrong?” Nanook asks, caressing your face with one hand while tucking your hair behind your ears with the other.

You close your eyes and let out a long exhale through your nostrils. “Recently, I have been feeling strange about this place. Not just the void but the world outside of it,” you reply, slowly opening your eyes to look at Nanook, who continues to look at you curiously. “There’s a sense of familiarity, but I don’t know how everything feels familiar to me. Do you know what it is?” You ask.

Nanook gives you a sad smile. “As much as I would love to answer your question, I can’t give you an answer. That is for me to know and for you to figure it out yourself,” Nanook replies.

You visibly deflate and let out a shaky sigh. “Oh, I see. That’s disappointing,” you whisper.

“[Y/N]—”

You cut Nanook off.

“Are you even real? I know we’re communicating with each other through my dreams, but do you really exist, or are you a figment of my imagination?” You ask.

Nanook nods in response to your question. “Of course, I’m real, [Y/N]. We’ll meet in person very soon, I promise you,” Nanook whispers, stroking your cheek.

You give Nanook a pleading look before sighing in defeat. There’s no point in pushing any further despite wanting Nanook to answer your question on why the void, the Astral Express, Jarilo-VI, and the Xianzhou Luofu feel so familiar. Deep down, you know why everything feels familiar. But it’s like your memory is suppressing it to prevent you from knowing why it’s so familiar.

From a distance, you hear someone calling out to you. You search your surroundings, trying to find where the voice is coming from. Nanook gives you a sad smile and backs away from you. You look at Nanook, who briefly squeezes your hand before releasing it.

“We can continue the conversation next time we meet,” says Nanook.

And with that, everything fades to black. Your eyelids fly open when you feel something hit you in the face. You roll over to your side and glare at the person about to hit your face for the second time with a pillow. March freezes in her spot with her arms in the air, preparing to hit you with a pillow again.

March gives you a sheepish smile and tosses the pillow to the ground. “You’re finally awake! You’ve been mumbling in your sleep, and I thought you were about to wake up, but you didn’t!” says March, plopping on the edge of your bed.

You rub your eyes and give March a sleepy smile. “Sorry, I was exhausted. After all, it’s been a rough few days for me,” you say, combing your fingers through your hair.

March gives you a sympathetic look. “Is this about your memories again?” March asks, propping herself up on her elbows.

You close your eyes before falling back. “Unfortunately, it is.”

March reaches over and pats your head. “Aw, cheer up, [Y/N]! I’m sure your memories will return to you very soon! I think your brain is trying to protect you from reliving the trauma that happened prior to your arrival on the Xianzhou Luofu!” March says.

“Maybe,” you mutter, rolling over on your side and hugging the blanket to your chest.

You should really get up and get ready for the day, but you can’t find it in you to do so. Before you can wallow in self-pity, Dan Heng and Caelus stand at the entrance of your room, knocking on the door to grab your and March’s attention.

“Are you two going to get breakfast? Himeko and Mr. Yang were wondering what’s taking you two so long to get out of bed,” Dan Heng says, crossing his arms over his chest.

March gets off your bed and walks over to where Dan Heng and Caelus are standing. “Hey, I’ve been awake for a while now! I was trying to wake [Y/N] up from their sleep, but it didn’t work because I was standing outside their door the entire time!” March explains, propping her hands on her hips.

Caelus raises his eyebrows at March. “So, when [Y/N] didn’t answer the door, you decided to walk into their room to wake them up yourself?” Caelus asks.

“That is correct! Do you know how many times I called their name, but they continued to sleep through it?” asks March, her head snapping in your direction with a glare. “I bet they could sleep through the battle we had with Cocolia if they were there.”

You kick your blanket off your legs and stretch your arms with a yawn. “I don’t think I’m that much of a heavy sleeper! I think this is the first time I was able to sleep through something,” you say, scratching your cheek before walking over to the closet to find something to wear. “Anyway, you three can wait outside. I’m going to get ready and will meet you with Mr. Yang and Himeko in a moment.”

Caelus chuckles and walks out of your room, with Dan Heng and March following behind. “Make sure not to go back to sleep! If you do, I’ll have someone drag you out of bed, and it’s not going to be March,” Caelus says from over his shoulders.

You give Caelus a sheepish smile and clear your throat. “No promises!” You reply.

About ten minutes later, you find yourself walking out of the Astral Express with Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, Caelus, and March. You assumed you were going to have breakfast on the Astral Express, but it turns out you’ll be having breakfast with Gepard and Sampo in Belobog instead. I mean, you don’t mind having breakfast with the two of them, just as long as you’re informed about it beforehand.

You jolt out of your thoughts when you feel someone poke your cheeks. You blink and turn to see Sampo standing beside you, leaning on the railing while giving you a cheeky smile. You look at Sampo curiously, who flicks his bangs back and stands up straight.

“What’s on your mind, Gumdrop? You’re a little bit out of it today,” Sampo says, gripping the railing before you two.

You look at Sampo, surprised. “Oh, uh, is it that obvious?” You ask, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Sampo nods in response, the cheeky smile replaced by a small frown. “It is obvious, Gumdrop. You’re spacing out, and you didn’t talk to anyone since your arrival at Belobog,” Sampo replies, sighing. “Hey, if you need anyone to talk to, I’m all ears!”

You give Sampo a grateful smile, placing your hand over his and giving his hand a squeeze. “Thank you, Sampo. I really appreciate it,” you say.

Sampo smiles and nods at you, staring at you with contentment. You stare back, wondering why Sampo is looking at you that way. Then it dawned on you.

You laugh and rub the back of your neck, clearing your throat for the umpteenth time today. “Oh! You want me to tell you what’s been distracting me, don’t you?” You ask.

Sampo shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know! Do I?” Sampo grins, playfully bumping his shoulders with yours.

You snort and bump shoulders with Sampo in return. Before Sampo can make a comment, the sound of a metal trash bin being kicked over interrupts Sampo. The two of you turn to where the trash bin was knocked over to see Caelus, March, Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, and Gepard staring at the fallen trash bin.

Dan Heng sighs and walks over to you, handing you a sandwich. “Here’s your breakfast sandwich you told me to get for you,” Dan Heng says.

You smile at Dan Heng. “Thank you! You’re the best!” You say, unwrapping the breakfast sandwich from the wrap and taking a bite out of it.

Dan Heng glances at Sampo, who grins at him and waves in return. Dan Heng sighs and ignores the indigo-haired man before looking at you. “Don’t eat too fast. You’re inhaling the sandwich instead of eating it,” Dan Heng comments, reaching toward you and wiping the crumbs from the corner of your lips and the crumbs sticking to your cheek.

You mumble and turn away from Dan Heng to continue eating your breakfast sandwich in peace. March giggles and skips over to you before looping her arm around yours, gesturing for you to follow her. You let March drag you to the nearest table before pulling out a chair and sitting at the table while eating your sandwich.

“I think it's cute and impressive that [Y/N] can finish a sandwich in one bite,” Caelus says casually while biting his breakfast sandwich. “I like a person who can vacuum their food,” Caelus jokes, smiling behind his sandwich.

March looks at Caelus with her eyebrows raised. “Did you just—”

Mr. Yang sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose, giving March a subtle glare. March pouts and looks away, sipping on her milkshake beside you. You rub March’s back while occupied with your sandwich. You wipe your mouth with a napkin and look at the men sitting across from you and March.

“So, what’s today’s plan?” You ask.

Mr. Yang sighs and leans back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “After this, we will be heading to the Xianzhou Luofu. After hearing your response a few days ago at the Xianzhou Luofu, General Jing Yuan wants to meet up to discuss the situation,” replies Mr. Yang.

Dan Heng looks at Mr. Yang quizzically. “Do you believe that General Jing Yuan has the answers to [Y/N]’s situation?” Dan Heng asks, crossing his arms over his chest while raising an eyebrow at the older man.

You squint your eyes and pursed your lips, wondering the same thing. Would someone like Jing Yuan understand what’s going on? Mainly about why you don’t have any memories prior to your sudden arrival at the Xianzhou Luofu? It’s possible that you could have wandered on the Xianzhou Luofu, and something or someone hit your head so hard that you ended up losing your memories.

Mr. Yang sighs and shrugs. “That, I do not know. We’ll have to wait and see when we arrive at the Xianzhou Luofu after breakfast,” replies Mr. Yang.

Gepard and Sampo trade looks with each other before Gepard says, “We’ll tag along with you guys.”

March does a double take, nearly choking on her milkshake. With wide eyes, March looks at Caelus, Dan Heng, Mr. Yang, and you. March presses her hand against her chest and swallows the milkshake she nearly choked on. “I’m sorry, I beg your pardon? Gepard, aren’t you the Captain of the Silvermane Guards? You can’t just up and leave Belobog suddenly to go to the Xianzhou Luofu with us!” March says, looking at Gepard incredulously.

Gepard raises his eyebrows at March, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh? Am I not allowed to tag along to see what’s going on? After all, I want to know what’s affecting an acquaintance of mine,” Gepard says, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

Sampo nods in agreement. “Yeah, same with me! Pluuuuuus…” Sampo trails off, looking at you with a cat-like smile before propping his arms on the table in front of him.

Mr. Yang raises his eyebrows at Sampo, eyeing the indigo-haired man from head to toe. “Plus what, Sampo?” Mr. Yang asks before sipping his warm coffee.

Sampo clears his throat dramatically before getting up from his seat. You take the last bite of the breakfast sandwich, wiping your hand and mouth with the napkin while watching Sampo walk toward you, stopping before you and dropping on one knee dramatically. Your eyes widen, and you look around to see if there are any bystanders witnessing this other than the six people sitting around you and Sampo.

Sampo grabs your hand and presses his lips on your knuckles, holding your hand firmly. “[Y/N], I know we have known each other for a short time, but I was wondering if you would like to go to the Underworld with me?” Sampo asks, flicking his hair away from his eyes.

Caelus blinks at Sampo and clears his throat. “Sampo, you knew [Y/N] for less than two weeks, and you’re already asking them out on a date?” Caelus asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you think you’re moving a little bit too fast?”

Dan Heng snorts, taking a sip of his water while looking away from you and Sampo. “Do you think he cares about perception of time? You’re talking to the same man that hid from the Silvermane Guards in the pile of snow,” Dan Heng comments.

March looks at Caelus and Dan Heng with a knowing smirk on her face. She leans on the table, sipping on her milkshake nonchalantly before stirring the shake. “It sounds like someone is jealous,” March sing-song, staring at her milkshake while ignoring the glares Caelus and Dan Heng were giving her.

Mr. Yang sighs and gets up from his seat. “It seems like we’re all finished with our breakfast. Let’s head to the Xianzhou Luofu. The quicker we get there, the sooner we get our answers,” says Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang ended up walking ahead of everyone while you all trailed behind him. On the other hand, Sampo stuck by your side while entertaining you with many of his stories regarding his customers. You’re not sure what he does exactly, but hearing his stories was entertaining.

Dan Heng glares at the back of Sampo’s head, letting out a disgruntled huff before muttering to March and Caelus, “Do you guys think Sampo is actually going to take [Y/N] to the Underworld with him?”

March shrugs her shoulders while fiddling with the camera around her waist. “That, I can’t answer! If he does want to take [Y/N] to the Underworld with him for a date, the decision falls in [Y/N]’s hands!” March replies, lifting the camera to her face before taking a picture of you and Sampo walking beside each other. “Well, that is if General Jing Yuan doesn’t snatch [Y/N] up before Sampo gets the chance to take them to the Underworld.” March snickers.

Mr. Yang peeks from over his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at March, Dan Heng, and Caelus. “What are you three snickering back there?” Mr. Yang asks.

Caelus, Dan Heng, and March look at the brown-haired man like a deer caught in headlights. Mr. Yang raises his eyebrows at them, stopping in his tracks before turning to face them. You, Sampo, and Gepard look at March, Caelus, and Dan Heng curiously.

Mr. Yang sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a slow exhale. “You know what? Let's continue walking to the Astral Express. We don’t want to keep General Jing Yuan waiting for too long,” Mr. Yang says.

On the Astral Express, it felt a little bit awkward. You wanted to take a nap on the couch, but March, Dan Heng, and Caelus would prevent you from taking a nap. Gepard and Sampo would look at each other, confused about why the trio wouldn’t allow you to nap on the couch.

Dan Heng would say, “[Y/N] has a bad habit of napping at random times. They can sleep almost anywhere, anytime, as long as they’re comfortable.”

Of course, even if Dan Heng explains to Gepard and Sampo why they don’t let you nap, Sampo and Gepard would have an inkling feeling that Dan Heng is keeping something from the two of them. While you talk to Sampo the most on the trip, you notice Gepard would open his mouth to say something, only to shut it and look away.

You excuse yourself and walk to Gepard, tapping the blond man on the shoulder. Gepard glances at you and gives you an awkward smile. You press your lips into a thin line to prevent yourself from grinning at how adorable Gepard looks. While Gepard is the Captain of the Silvermane Guards, highly respected and the best of them all, Gepard is an awkward man— in a good and endearing way. And that’s okay because that’s how you are.

You clear your throat. “I can’t help but notice you sitting here alone,” You say, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “We don’t talk much, and I want to get to know you more aside from the basics March, Dan Heng, and Caelus have told me!”

Man, this is awkward. You’re not much of a social person, but in times like this, you might as well push through it. Plus, you didn’t want Gepard to feel left out while people around him were talking with each other.

Gepard smiles at you. “Well, what do you want to know about me?” Gepard asks.

You can’t help but notice how each person carries a weapon on their person. You obviously don’t have any weapons on your person, and if you did, you weren’t sure what you would be carrying around. You heard March make a comment about Gepard’s weapon not long ago, and you weren’t sure if she was kidding or not, so you wanted to see it for yourself.

You smile at him, rubbing your arm. “I was wondering what your weapon is! I heard March say that your weapon is your sister’s guitar case, and I… not gonna lie, I had a hard time believing her when she said that,” you reply.

Gepard’s eyes widen, and he looks over at March, who’s having a lively conversation with Himeko. Gepard clears his throat, nodding in response to your comment. “Yes, March is correct. My weapon is my sister’s guitar case,” replies Gepard.

Your eyes light up after getting the confirmation from the blond man. You didn’t think it was true at first because March likes to mess with you sometimes. Technically, she likes to mess with you all the time because you still don’t have your memories, so she’s using that to her advantage.

“Sorry, it’s a sudden question. I wanted you to confirm it because I thought March was messing with me because, well….” you trail off, turning to look at March and Himeko from a distance.

Gepard smiles and rubs his temples. “I’m assuming this isn’t the first time she has fooled you about something, huh?” Gepard asks, raising an eyebrow at you while gazing at you with amusement.

Gepard receives a huff from you in response while you cross your arms over your chest, refusing to look at him. Gepard snickers but quickly stops and acts like he isn’t laughing when your head snaps in his direction. You narrow your eyes at Gepard and take a step forward, staring at him with fake scrutiny.

“What are you doing?” Mr. Yang asks, walking up to you and Gepard.

You look at Mr. Yang and smile at him, rubbing the back of your neck. Gepard notices you tend to do that when you’re anxious. Mr. Yang stops in front of you and Gepard, looking between you two with his eyebrows raised.

You clear your throat. “I was uh….” you trailed off, “you know, I don’t have an answer to your question, Mr. Yang,” you conclude, looking at the brunette with a blank stare.

Gepard smirks and tilts his head to the side. “It looks like you were trying to intimidate the Captain of the Silvermane Guard,” Gepard teases.

Your eyes widen, and you look at Gepard with a glare while your lips are pressed into a tight line. Gepard snickers and watches you run off. Mr. Yang stares after you with amusement, chuckling to himself. While you’ve been on the Astral Express for a short time, your personality is starting to show through despite not having your memories before your sudden appearance at the Xianzhou Luofu.

Upon arriving at the Xianzhou Luofu, Jing Yuan had the Cloud Knights waiting for your arrival to escort your group to the location you previously met Jing Yuan at. You would say the name of the place, but quite frankly, you don’t remember the name of it. It looks like a control room with many people walking in and out of the room, and there are holograms too! That’s the best way you can describe it with your limited memory at the moment.

You and your six traveling companions step into the room after the Cloud Knights stop at the entrance. There’s a chair in the center of the room with a lot of equipment surrounding the chair. You stop in your tracks and point at the chair, turning to March, “Do you think I have to sit in that chair?” You whisper.

March nods. “It looks like it! The chair and equipment weren’t there the last time we visited,” March replies, stroking her chin.

“Friends and guests! Welcome! It’s great to see that you all have arrived at the Xianzhou Luofu safely!” Jing Yuan announces, entering the room with Luocha and Blade following behind.

Your eyes widen when you see Blade. While Mr. Yang is speaking to Jing Yuan, you slowly step to the side to hide behind Sampo, Gepard, Dan Heng, Caelus, and March. March reaches behind her and gives your hand a squeeze. It’s not like you hated Blade. You can’t help but find the long dark-haired man intimidating.

I mean, how can you not? He’s always so serious— even though this is probably your third time meeting the man, and he did hold his sword up to your neck and nicked you with the edge of the sword. Not a good first impression, but the man is handsome; you’ll give him that.

“What are you hiding from?” Someone whispers into your ears.

You tense up and freeze in your spot, not daring to look at the person standing behind you. That voice and that aura… you know it belongs to the man you’ve been hiding from. The looks March, Sampo, Caelus, Gepard, and Dan Heng have on their faces were also a dead giveaway of who’s behind you.

The man with long, blond hair— Luocha is his name— sighs and walks up to your group. “[Y/N], it’s nice to see you again! How are you feeling?” Luocha asks, disregarding Blade’s presence.

You take a step to the right and smile sheepishly. “Luocha! It’s good to see you again! I’m doing well, aside from the occasional headaches and strange dreams,” you say.

Luocha looks at you curiously, tilting his head to the side. “Strange dreams, you say? Do you perhaps remember what you dreamt of?” Luocha asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Well, shit. You did not mean to mention your dreams to Luocha or anyone within earshot. Your “dreams” were nothing but you communicating with Nanook. Sometimes, your dream consists of you in the void, drifting through the abyss alone. While the stars light up the darkness, the darkness seems endless, and you cannot escape unless someone or something wakes you up.

Blade hum and stands beside Luocha, now in your line of sight. Blade raises his eyebrows at you, staring at you with those red eyes of his. “Yes, [Y/N]. Care to tell us all what you dreamt of? We’re all curious, and perhaps it can be one of your memories?” Blade asks.

You wave off Blade’s comment. “Oh, my dreams aren’t important right now! I’m more curious about why you’re here at the Xianzhou Luofu with Jing Yuan and Luocha. I assumed you would be with Kafka since you obey her orders and follow her around like a puppy,” you retort, propping your hands on your hips.

Luocha chuckles. “Feisty, aren’t you?” Luocha says, smirking at you.

You look away, feeling heat rush to your cheeks and ears. “Sorry, I’m still on edge after my first encounter with Blade. What makes it worse is my lack of memory. It’s not an excuse, but…” you trailed off.

Jing Yuan approaches you with Mr. Yang at his side. Jing Yuan stops before you, looking at the others around you before looking at you with a smile. “Are you ready for your test?” Jing Yuan asks.

You blink at Jing Yuan. “Test? I thought we were going to discuss the situation,” you reply, scratching the back of your head.

Luocha chuckles. “Mr. Yang and General Jing Yuan have already discussed the situation. Your purpose here, aside from answering questions, is to have your brain scanned,” replies Luocha.

Brain scanned? Since when could the Xianzhou Luofu scan people’s brains? This is news for you, and given the looks on March, Dan Heng, and Caelus’ faces, this is news to them too. Gepard and Sampo look at each other from the corner of their eyes, not saying a word.

Blade chuckles. “There’s nothing to be scared of. It’s quick and painless,” Blade comments.

You make a face and walk to the chair in the center of the room. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one that’s in this situation,” you grumble, plopping down on the chair.

The people working under Jing Yuan start attaching wires to your head to the machines. You can’t help but feel embarrassed. With many people staring at you while you have wires attached to your head, you feel like an experiment, if that makes sense.

“Now, you’re going to need to close your eyes and try to fall asleep, if you can,” says Jing Yuan.

Blade looks at Jing Yuan out of the corner of his eyes, then back at you. “Why do they need to sleep during this?” Blade asks.

“You’ll see,” Jing Yuan replies ominously.

Blade and Luocha blink. You lean in the seat and close your eyes, and after a few minutes, you slowly drift off to sleep. Jing Yuan walks over to the monitor and begins flipping through the screen, searching for any abnormalities in your brain while you sleep. So far, everything looks normal, but something strange started happening.

“What is that?” Luocha whispers, not taking his eyes off your unconscious body.

Blade looks away from you, narrowing his eyes at Jing Yuan. “Are you sure they’re not from this world?” Blade demands.

March scoffs. “I thought it was obvious that they’re not from this world. After all that fiasco you and Kafka caused, you’re now questioning [Y/N]’s origins?” March asks, propping her hands on her hips while glaring at Blade.

While the others are discussing the situation and what they’re witnessing, you find yourself in the void again. This time, instead of you standing in the darkness, looking up at Nanook, you find yourself sitting on Nanook’s hands. Nanook gazes at you, brushing your hair from your face while making sure to be gentle. You blink at the massive figure, wondering if Nanook was holding you the entire time before you woke up. You notice a frown on Nanook’s face. Nanook looks focused, almost frustrated.

You place your hand over Nanook’s finger. “Nanook?” You whisper.

Nanook doesn’t reply and continues to stare at you.

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Nanook worriedly. “What’s wrong, Nanook?” You ask.

Despite your encounters with Nanook, not once was there silence between the two of you when Nanook was communicating with you through your dreams. You try to reach out toward Nanook, but Nanook suddenly disappears from the void, causing you to plummet into the bottomless abyss. A scream claws its way up your throat, and before you know it, you jolt from your seat, ripping the wires from your head.

You lean forward in the chair, cradling your head while trying to catch your breath. What happened, and why did Nanook disappear all of a sudden? Your ears are ringing, and the world around you is spinning. You get up from the chair, pressing your hand against the side of your head. Your knees give out from under you, making you collapse to the ground.

Before you can hit the ground, Blade pulls you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating, but you could’ve sworn that Blade said something to you. Almost like he was comforting you.

“You’re okay, you’ll be okay,” you hear Blade murmur.

He caresses your head with one hand while his other hand is pressing against your back. Your head is pounding, you are seeing double, and the ringing in your ears is so loud that it's making the headache even worse. Everything was rushing to you at rapid speed, making you feel dizzy and disoriented. From who you are, where you’re from, where you are, and who the people around you are, aside from how they have introduced themselves to you.

Luocha looks at Jing Yuan. “So, you’re telling me that they’re connected to the Aeon,” Luocha says, raising an eyebrow at Jing Yuan.

Blade carries you to the chair and has you sit down. You close your eyes, rubbing your temples with trembling hands. Whatever happened with Nanook has impacted you as well. Nanook disappeared suddenly, and before Nanook’s sudden disappearance, Nanook looked frustrated and almost not mentally there— almost distracted. Did something happen prior to you waking up in your dreams? Did you do something to make Nanook upset?

“I wouldn’t say they’re connected to the Aeon, but there is some kind of connection between them. If you looked closely, you would be able to see gold blood coursing through their veins while they were unconscious. We know they’re not from this universe, but does [Y/N] know that they’re not from this universe as well?” Jing Yuan asks, raising his eyebrows at Mr. Yang and your other traveling companions.

Dan Heng furrows his eyebrows. “Gold blood? When Blade nicked [Y/N]’s neck with his sword, [Y/N]’s blood was red, not gold,” says Dan Heng.

March laughs nervously. “You don’t view them as a threat, do you? [Y/N] is harmless, and just because an Aeon has some kind of connection with [Y/N] doesn't mean [Y/N]’s no good,” March says. March looks over at you, who’s occupied with trying not to pass out for the second time. “Besides, you said an Aeon has a connection with [Y/N]... don’t you all feel the same way as the Aeon? According to Mr. Yang, Himeko has mentioned it before. Heck, even Sampo and Gepard say they felt a connection with [Y/N] when they first met [Y/N].”

Blade, Luocha, Jing Yuan, and look at Gepard and Sampo. Everyone stood there in silence while you were trying to recover from what happened. Jing Yuan walks to you and kneels in front of you, caressing your face while lightly tapping on your cheek to grab your attention. You crack your eyes open and look at Jing Yuan with bleary eyes.

Jing Yuan gives you an apologetic smile. “Are you alright? I apologize for putting you in this situation. I didn’t think this would be the outcome,” Jing Yuan says, sighing.

Jing Yuan looks genuinely apologetic and almost just as shaken up as you are. You know Jing Yuan didn’t think this would happen. You can never get upset with him over something he has no control over.

In fact, no one thinks this would be the outcome of your little examination. Nanook appeared before you when you were unconscious, but then Nanook disappeared, letting you plummet into the abyss. You don’t think Nanook is to blame. How can you blame Nanook when Nanook did nothing at all?

You clear your throat, giving Jing Yuan a sympathetic smile and placing your hands over his. “Yeah, I’m okay. My head was aching, and my ears were ringing, but I should be okay,” You whisper. “Please don’t blame yourself, Jing Yuan. I’m fine, really!”

Jing Yuan sighs, gazing at you sadly. Man, you have never seen Jing Yuan this upset before. Then again, it’s your first time seeing him like this. You have known the man for a short time, and whenever you see him, he’s either smiling or has this serious look on his face when talking to Mr. Yang, Caelus, Dan Heng, and March about something regarding the Xianzhou Luofu.

However, the Jing Yuan kneeling before you looks vulnerable and almost like he’s in physical pain from what happened. You smile at Jing Yuan, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Jing Yuan continues to caress your face while stroking your cheek, occasionally scanning your face to see if there are any visible injuries.

“I’m sorry. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me suggesting this method,” Jing Yuan whispers.

You shake your head, giving the man a small glare. “Don’t blame yourself, please, Jing Yuan. None of this is your fault. It’s no one’s fault.”

Sampo leans toward Gepard, Dan Heng, and Caelus. “Psst! I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not liking the way the General is looking at [Y/N],” Sampo whispers to the three men.

Caelus clears his throat, trying to act oblivious. “What do you mean? I’m pretty sure he’s assessing [Y/N] for any injuries,” replies Caelus, crossing his arms over his chest.

Luocha hums at Caelus’s comment, looking over where you and Jing Yuan are sitting. “Well, if that’s the case, then I can always help heal any of their injuries,” Luocha offers.

March walks away from the group and toward you and Jing Yuan, stopping a foot away from behind Jing Yuan. “Sorry for butting into the conversation, but [Y/N], you said you have a headache, and your ears are ringing! Are you really sure you’re okay?” March asks.

You slowly stand up with the help of Jing Yuan and March, who quickly rushes to your side the minute she sees you standing up. You give March a reassuring smile. “Yes, March. I’ll be okay, I promise! Plus, you know the drill. The headache and ringing in my ears won't last as long, especially the ringing. It usually goes away after a few minutes.”

After what happened, Jing Yuan decided to call it a day. You find yourself lying on a bench outside of the room, trying to process what had happened in the room. All of these scenes popping up in your head like movies made you question whether they’re real or not. Aside from the random images running through your mind, you can’t help but think about Nanook. What happened, and why did Nanook disappear all of a sudden?

“Oh, Nanook. Please let me know you’re okay,” you whisper, staring at the ceiling with bleary eyes.

You slowly start to drift off to sleep as your eyelids grow heavier and heavier with each passing minute. Right when you’re about to fall asleep, you feel like there are eyes on you. Your eyelids fly open, and you sit up, only to see Blade standing a few feet from the bench.

You press your hand against your chest. “You really need to stop popping up out of nowhere. At least give me a warning, or announce your presence!” You say, scooting over on the bench to make room for Blade.

Wordlessly, Blade walks to the bench and sits beside you, not saying a word. You hug your knees to your chest, waiting for him to say something. Blade has been silent since the incident that happened not long ago. You’re grateful that he was the one to catch you and to bring some kind of comfort to you, despite how short it was.

“You’re starting to remember, aren’t you?” Blade asks, turning his head slightly to look at you.

You make a ‘so-so’ gesture in response. “Kind of? To be honest, it doesn’t feel like a memory to me. It’s hard for me to explain it. I have conflicting feelings about whatever is going on in my head. I’m not sure if I can confirm or deny if they’re memories,” you murmur, closing your eyes while resting your chin on your knees.

You didn’t get a response from Blade. You weren’t really expecting one anyway, but out of curiosity, you open your eyes to look at Blade, only to see him reaching toward your face. You blink at Blade, and he stares at you. You look at his hand while Blade continues to stare. Blade slowly pushes your hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear.

You have to be honest here: you were worried that Blade was going to strangle you this time. Although you’re not opposed to being choked by someone as handsome as Blade— your thoughts were interrupted by searing pain pulsing in your skull. You wince and grab your head with both hands, squeezing your eyes shut.

Blade places his hand on your shoulders, steadying you while you lean toward the edge of the bench. Whatever you have just experienced feels like a blood vein popping in your head, sending pulsating pain throughout your skull that lasts two minutes. You’re no stranger to it, you’ve felt it before, and while the pain is similar, it’s slightly different from the ones you had in the past.

Footsteps approach where you and Blade are sitting, stopping before you two. You open your eyes and look up to see Mr. Yang standing in front of you, holding a drink in front of you. Is that boba? You visibly relax and grab the drink from Mr. Yang’s hand, giving him a grateful smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Yang,” You say softly.

Mr. Yang sits beside you, sandwiching you between him and Blade. “Do you, perhaps, remember everything now? General Jing Yuan said there’s a chance you should be able to regain your memories after what happened,” says Mr. Yang.

“Kind of? I would say that I did, but I’m having a hard time processing everything, and it’s making my head hurt,” you murmur. “How did I end up in your universe, exactly? There’s no logical explanation. At least in my world, there’s none.”

That’s one good thing— being able to regain your memories despite the headaches that occur after. You want to know how you ended up in their world because, as you said before, there’s no logical explanation for how you could’ve ended up in their world. Unless Jing Yuan ended up knowing what brought you to their world. You sip the drink mindlessly, staring off into space while Mr. Yang and Blade sit in silence.

After a while, you and Blade return to the room where the others are standing. You can’t help but feel self-conscious when everyone looks at you. If they all have the answers as to why or how you ended up in their world, you hope their perception of you didn’t change.

Then again, you’re not sure how they view you other than Sampo making a comment about how he felt a connection with you. Perhaps that connection is that sense of familiarity Himeko mentioned to Mr. Yang. Gepard walks over to you, his eyebrows furrowing. You weren’t sure if he was worried or if he was angry. Either way, Gepard looks a little terrifying, and you can’t help but stop in your tracks.

Gepard stands in front of you, ignoring Mr. Yang and Blade’s presence beside you. “Are you okay? March spied on you and Blade, and she said you looked like you were about to collapse,” says Gepard.

“What?! I was not spying! Am I not allowed to check up on my friend?!” March exclaims, stomping up to Gepard with steam coming out of her ears. “Checking up on my friend’s well-being without disrupting their peace is not me stalking them, alright?”

You smile at March, watching the girl scowl at Gepard. March turns to you and gives you a sympathetic smile, holding her hand out for you to take. You grab her hand and let her drag you to where Jing Yuan and the others are waiting for you. Mr. Yang, Blade, and Gepard follow shortly after March pulls you away.

“General Jing Yuan! I have brought [Y/N] with me!” March announces, waving her arm in the air to grab the general’s attention.

Jing Yuan looks at you and smiles, gesturing for you to come closer. You feel your face heat up, walking ahead of March. You’re not prepared for what’s going to happen. You’re hoping for good news, not bad news, and judging by Jing Yuan’s smile, it’s mostly good news. Until you saw the look on Caelus and Dan Heng’s faces.

Jing Yuan places his hand on your lower back and guides you over to the floating screen. “Before I answer any of your questions, I need you to confirm that you have your memories back,” says Jing Yuan. “March mentioned how she heard you tell Blade that you’re starting to remember but can’t tell whether it’s real or not.”

Jing Yuan gestures for you to sit on the chair. Thankfully, it wasn’t the one you were sitting on before the incident. You didn’t really know what to call it other than an incident. You take a sip of your drink, nodding in response to Jing Yuan’s comment.

“Yes, it seems like I am gaining back my memories. It’s going to take a little longer for me to process everything. Since I regained my memories, are you all going to….” you trail off, looking away from the people standing before you.

Dan Heng raises his eyebrows at you. “Find a way to return you to your world?” Dan Heng asks.

You nod.

Caelus sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “Even if we were to do that, Nanook would not be happy about it,” replies Caelus, “I mean, it’s not like we want you to go back.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at everyone with your head tilted to the side. What does Caelus mean by that? I mean, it’s not like you wanted to go back either since your life back in your world wasn’t as interesting or exciting as it is now that you’re in their world.

“With your connection to the Aeon, I’m surprised that Nanook has not told you the truth. After all, Nanook seems… what’s that word? Territorial? Of you,” says Luocha, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “If Nanook was territorial of me, Nanook wouldn’t have disappeared all of a sudden and dropped me into the void,” you mumble. “Anyway, what does Nanook have to do with my sudden appearance in your universe?”

Everyone glances at each other as if mentally debating on who should tell you what. When no one speaks up, Sampo volunteers and grabs your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. Dan Heng sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If Nanook isn’t going to be the one to take you out, then I will,” Blade deadpans.

Sampo laughs and holds his hand in front of him. “Whoa there, buddy. I’m not interested in you taking me out on a date. I’m only interested in [Y/N],” he gestures to you, “anyway! Since no one wants to answer you, I will be the one to do it!” Sampo says dramatically.

Gepard rolls his eyes. “We came to the conclusion that Nanook is the reason why you’re here in our world. We’re all aware that we’re fictional characters in your world, but Nanook has taken a liking to you,” Gepard says.

Sampo drops your hand, crosses his arms over his chest, and glares at Gepard. Gepard ignores the glare Sampo shoots in his direction, keeping his eyes on you. You blink at Gepard, trying to process the information being given to you.

How in the world did they come up with that conclusion? Nanook, an Aeon, taking a liking to you? Well, they’re not wrong about that because of how affectionate Nanook is when you’re in the void. But how are they aware that they’re fictional characters in your world?

Mr. Yang sighs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Nanook has taken a liking to you that the thought of being far from you is unbearable. So, Nanook somehow brought you to our world. Hence that is how you and Nanook are able to communicate with each other through your dreams.”

You sigh, suddenly feeling another wave of headaches rolling in. There was so much to process and so many questions you wanted to ask Nanook. The question is whether Nanook is going to be there when you fall asleep or if you’re going to be alone in the void. Unless Nanook wants nothing to do with you anymore. You have a feeling that the reason why Nanook disappeared all of a sudden was because Nanook was aware of the others probing your brain. Whether Nanook dragged you into their world or not, your chances of meeting them were written in the stars.

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Helllloooooo!!!! So, I know you wrote a slytherin!cap × James once, but I was wondering if you could maybe write like, poly!marauders with a slytherin reader, who is like annoyingly academic and puts a lot of pressure on herself for her school work bc her parents put a lot of pressure on her growing up???? If not it's totally okay, I hope you have a lovely day and take care of yourself :]

Hi honey, thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy it and had a lovely day as well :)

Modern AU I guess? Since I couldn't think of what a Slytherin party would look like in the 70s but had a very clear vision of what it'd look like now haha

on that note, cw: Mo Bamba, and also mention of drinking

poly!marauders x Slytherin!reader ♡ 981 words

Remus looks up from where he’s splayed out on his bed, James doodling on his hand with a pen, when you stalk into their room.

Sirius lowers the small mirror he’s been using to do his eye makeup. “Hi, gorgeous. What brings you over from the snake pit?”

“Too fucking loud,” you grumble, sitting on James’ unoccupied bed. You’ve got a thick textbook with you, your fingers keeping your page. “Why does there have to be a rager every other night? It’s excessive.” You open your book, cutting a glare towards Sirius. “Your brother keeps saying he’s going to hex the next person who tries to play Mo Bamba, by the way. Could hear him all the way from my dorm.”

Sirius grins. “Sounds justified.”

“Sweetheart, it’s a Friday night,” James says, resuming his patterns on Remus’ hand. Remus hasn’t looked, but they’re beginning to feel oddly word-shaped. “We’re about to have a party here, too.”

You scowl. “Think you guys could at least keep it down?”

He makes a noncommittal sound. “You should join.”

“I have to study.”

“What do you have to study for on a Friday?” Remus asks, at the same time as Sirius mutters “Killjoy.”

You huff, your eyes moving over the page though you can’t be reading. “Doing research for Slughorn’s essay.”

James makes a sound that’s half amusement, half bafflement, capping his pen and freeing Remus’ hand. “Angel, that’s not due until next Tuesday.”

“I know,” you say, starting to sound prickly. “I just want to be prepared. I need a good grade on this.”

Sirius rolls his eyes at you. “You’re doing fine in Potions already, sweetheart, just like in every other class. You don’t need to spend your Friday studying to pass.”

“I don’t just want to pass,” you sneer, looking up at him sharply. “And I want to do better than fine.”

Sirius raises his hands in a don’t-shoot gesture, and James and Remus exchange a look. You’ve implied, now and then, that your parents weren’t easy on you growing up. They know that every time your family writes to you, they ask for details about your grades and how your classes are going. You’re proud of the fact that your father was head boy and your mother graduated at the top of her class. And it’s a good thing to be proud of your family, but it’s also a lot to live up to, at least in Remus’ opinion. He’s seen how you tear yourself apart when your performance on an assignment doesn’t live up to your standards, and how you worry your lip when reading letters from home.

Remus understands the desire to do well, and of course you’re ambitious—it’s the core trait of your house—but he worries you take it too far. Although your boyfriends drag you away from your books whenever they can, oftentimes (like now), you seem hellbent on slaving away to build your future rather than enjoying your youth.

James watches you worriedly, and Remus gives his hand an encouraging squeeze as he stands, moving to sit behind you on James’ bed. Your eyes still skim the page mechanically, shoulders stiff with your habitual rigidity. Remus sets a hang between the blades tentatively, waiting to see if you’ll flinch away before beginning to massage with gentle fingers. You relax as though reluctant, at first slowly and then not. The resistance under his hand falls away, and the look you give him over your shoulder shows your hostility has gone with it.

“We all know you’re already doing better than fine,” he says softly. “You’ve got the highest grades in our class, love, and you’re going to do well on this essay whether you spend the entire weekend on it or not.”

You soften further at the praise, but there’s still something wary in your eyes. “I don’t get my grades by just not trying,” you say, the words blunt though there’s no malice in them.

“No one’s saying you shouldn’t try,” Remus reasons, fingers still splayed between your shoulder blades with a light pressure. “All Sirius is saying is that you can afford a night off. Maybe even a few every now and then, yeah?”

“Right,” Sirius says, eager to rectify himself with you. “You’re fucking killing it, dollface. You’re obviously going to smash this essay, even if you get shitfaced with us tonight.”

James grins at that. “Yeah!”

“Well,” Remus says mildly, “maybe not shitfaced—”

“Oh no, it’s happening,” Sirius insists, his eyelid glittering as he winks at you. You crack a smile, and something in Remus’ chest eases. When he reaches around you to close your book, you let him, but then grab his hand, snickering. He whips it away, reading for himself.

“Prongs, why did you write ‘The Casanova of Gryffindor’ on my hand?”

Sirius laughs. “Because it’s true. Can we add ‘Property of the Marauders’ though?”

“Wasn’t room,” James says regretfully. “But I did put a bunch of hearts, did you see?”

“I see,” Remus replies wryly. “Don’t suppose this’ll come off anytime soon.”

James aims for sheepish and misses, his telltale dimple appearing. It’s completely unfair that Remus is supposed to be upset with him, and yet he still wants to kiss it. “Did it with a charmed pen, so unlikely.”

“Superb.”

“Is that the standard decoration for a Gryffindor party?” you ask, seeming back to your snide self. Why does Remus fall so hard for assholes? “Seems rather tame.”

“I can’t believe we’re finally getting you to one of our parties.” James bounces on the edge of Remus’ bed. “You’re gonna love it, sweetheart, they’re so much fun.”

You look at him dubiously, though your eyes are playful. “Pretty sure Slytherin throws the best parties in the school. Are you so sure you can measure up?”

Sirius scoffs. “Gorgeous, they’re playing Mo Bamba in there. I think we’ll be alright.”

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year ago

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Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

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“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya izuku x you #midoriya x reader #pro hero deku x reader #Deku x reader

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nqctar · 1 year ago

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more anton cg please it heals my soul i love it sooo much🥹🥹

OF COURSE!!!!

이찬영 / anton lee ★

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy' no major warnings apply.

note: sorry if any of this seems out of personality (?) for anton, i may have gotten carried away.

dni: if you sexualize little space.

summary: just f!little reader feeling shy around cg!anton :)

"hi, bunny." you felt your cheeks heat up at the name. "help me pick some of this up, okay?" cg!anton said as he crouched down near you and started clearing the space of your toys and colouring books in front of him. for some reason though, you were frozen. as if looking into his eyes had cast a spell on you. the only thing you could do was admire how pretty he looked. you loved the way his hair shielded over his big brown eyes. the scent of his oatmeal conditioner wafted into you like a comforting breeze.

and that face. you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t shake out of your chest whenever you looked at him. to you, anton was in every sense of the word, gorgeous. it was completely natural for you to feel shy around him once in a while. though now seemed like a bad time. he was so close to you that you two were practically hugging. and if he were to hear your heartbeat? game over.

“what’s this one’s name again?” anton asks, holding up a blue gingham rabbit stuffie he’d gotten you while visiting incheon. “his name is leontine..” you said shyly.

“that’s a pretty name.” he smiles at you.

slowly one by one, you pick your discarded toys and crayons up. you try your best to ignore the way your heart sped up every time your arm brushed against anton’s. now blushing madly like a kid seeing their crush on the playground, a part of you hoped he wouldn’t notice. knowing anton, he’d tease you about it to no end.

"okay, we got everything." you both stand up, and he places a kiss to your forehead. it nearly makes you pass out. he was being beyond sweet to you today, even if you'd sassed him earlier about not wanting to take a nap. you snake out of his hold and bolt across the living room.

"is something wrong, babygirl?" he questions , voice laced with concern. that nickname make your cheeks go red. instinctively, you look away from him to cover your face. "no, everything is okay.." you trail off. the words you really wanted to say were caught in your throat. too shy to tell your boyfriend how pretty he looked.

he takes a step toward you, and you back up. with an eyebrow raised, he inches closer to you once more. "if nothing is wrong, why do you keep backing up?" and then, to your surprise, anton stops walking. a smile creeps onto his face and you know immediately that he's figured you out. "i see what's happening here." your heart drops. you pick up your stuffie leontine and cover your face with it.

"i think you're feeling shy today, hm?" he coos at you as his smile is wide as ever. "that's why you couldn't look me in the eyes earlier." anton steps towards you and leans an ear towards your stuffie.

"excuse me, leontine. could you tell me why my baby is feeling so shy?" he pretends to listen to the stuffie intently. you giggle quietly as he lets out a few ah and oh's. "leontine says he doesn't know. looks like you'll have to tell me yourself, bunny." your heart sped up again. this was quite literally your worst nightmare. "stupid leon.." you whisper to him and then lower the stuffie away from your face slowly.

"hi." you say to him plainly. the corners of anton's mouth turn up. "hello."

"why are you being so shy, pretty girl?" you turn your head away from him and smile. there was absolutely no way he didn't know. "that's why!" you exclaim. "daddy keeps calling me cute names.. an' you look so handsome today. but you always do." you pout at him. anton beams at you before scooping you into his arms and moving to the sofa.

"you're so adorable! look how red you're turning right now, my heart can't handle any of this!" he kisses your face over and over until your giggles turn to full on laughter. "daddy, stop!" you say in between breaths. anton slows down and presses you against his chest. "guess what, babygirl?" you look up at him with a hm? noise. "i love you."

again, you blush. this time though, you hide your face in anton's chest.

"i love you too. thank you for being so sweet, daddy."

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mabelstone · 1 year ago

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Bad Habits

matt stone x reader

part four of provocateur <3

part three, masterlist

word count: 3.5k

CW: oral sex, not so awesome sex, a bit more sex, mentions of pregnancy tests, and not very friendly conversations lol

(I've changed to first person writing this - it just flows so much more naturally. I hope that's okay, I'm in the habit now...)

***

It's been four months since my application was finalised. Surprise! I got the promotion. I got a lovely, big office with floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the gloomy but gorgeous heart of Manhattan. I decorated the place quite nicely, a photo frame of my dog on my desk - made from the finest mahogany, a low maintenance fern in the corner and two leather seats for important people to park their backsides. (I truthfully don't think the seats will get much use, but they just fill the space so well, I couldn't resist).

Much has happened in these past four months. For starters, Matt and I rendezvous nearly every second day. Please don't get me wrong, I still hate his guts. But there's something so intoxicating about the way his words cut like a knife but then his body heals the damage tenfold. When I'm under him, I am a living, breathing surge of electricity that no force in this realm could tame. But then that feeling kicks in after when I remember just who I was letting live between my thighs for short periods of time. The most repugnant, self-assured bastard I've ever met. It makes it easy to leave, I must admit. But some invisible pulley mechanism keeps reeling me back in time after time.

That was until last week.

Well actually, last week was a bust.

I went over with the intentions of cutting the cord until I'd seen his messy hair - presumably he'd just woken up. He told me I looked beautiful, then bent me over the sofa and laid into me so good, I nearly said I loved him.

Then the next day fell on it's face too.

I'll set the scene; down on my knees with my hands on his, taking him down my throat inch by inch while he delivered an influx of praise and degradation.

"You can take more than that," as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

"You must've been very popular in school," he joked, followed by a quick, and almost pained sounding, "no, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," when I started to pull off.

And the occasional, "God, you're perfect," that seemed to slip out on its own without his realisation.

By the end of it, my cheeks were soaked with tears and he pulled me off by my hair, gasping with spit dripping from my chin like a big slobbery dog.

Okay. So last night I finally did it.

My naked body atop his cold kitchen counter, back arched like a cat as his tongue dove in and out of me. I reached a shaky hand back to grab a fistful of his hair, my stomach doing acrobatics at the noises he was making. Of course, within small minutes, I was a trembling mess, lost in overstimulation, hurtling through my third orgasm of the night where I was nearly blind.

“That’s enough,” I pleaded with him, tears spilling down my cheeks. I locked my legs together best I could while trembling like a hypothermic slowly freezing to death. I batted him away, sitting back on my heels, heaving and panting as I tried to regulate my heart and lungs to a comfortable rate. His long arms snaked around my body, warm lips kissing up my spine before he pulled my back flush against his chest.

"Mmm, God, I could do that forever," he mumbled against my shoulder, a drop of his sweat falling from a curl and splashing down my bare chest.

"We can't," I spoke soft, a gentle protest. "This isn't working." My heart dropped at my own words, I could almost hear his doing the same.

"What do you mean?" He asked a bit defensively, pulling away from me. "What part of amazing casual sex isn't cutting it for you?" He was obviously trying to omit an air of humour, though I could tell he was in disbelief.

"Yeah, it is amazing, but," I continued to talk as I slid off the counter, heading to his bedroom to find my clothes. "I think it's, like, fucking me up psychologically." I slipped on one of his t-shirts - a bad habit that I'd be entertaining for the last time - that fit me like a knee length dress.

"You fallin' in love with me?" He grinned at me across the room, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers.

"Funny," I dead panned, shimmying my way into my far too tight panties. "I had to take another pregnancy test."

"You're not pregnant, right?" Suddenly all the blood drained from his face, his demeanour shifting from indignant to serious in a fraction of a second.

"No," I laughed, his stress slipping away just as fast. "I just think we're too old to be fooling around like teenagers. Don't you wanna find a nice girl and settle down?" I shoved his shoulder playfully to soften the blow, but he wasn't having it.

He squinted his eyes, scanning my face as if he were a computer analysing me.

"You met someone, didn't you?" He concluded pointedly, ticking his jaw as he had so many times.

When I didn't reply, he pushed further. "Is he any good?"

"I'm not sleeping with him," I scoffed, walking into his ensuite to pee while he stood at the door, arms folded. Oh, yeah. We've gotten very comfortable.

"I'm actually shocked." He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Do you want to be in a committed relationship with me, Matthew?"

"I- uh-" He stammered, and I scoffed from my spot on the toilet.

"Exactly." I rolled my eyes, washing my hands and glancing up at him through the mirror. There's no way he's that fucking selfish. Obviously I wasn't actually asking him to be my boyfriend, but it still stung a bit to be honest.

"Oh, come on. We don't exactly have the foundation to be this perfect, healthy couple you dream of," he countered, staying where he was while I pushed past him. "We've got an awesome thing going, Jumpy. Let's not make any rash decisions."

"No... I've thought it over," I reassured him, heading for the front door. "You've said it yourself. No strings attached. Let's keep it casual, dude," I mocked him, making air quotes with my fingers.

"Don't come crawling back when he can't make you finish," he took me by surprise, slinking in front of me and opening the door.

"At least he's worth more than just a fuck," I countered, though I instantly regretted what I said. "See you at work, Matty." I reached up on my toes and pecked his cheek while he stared on in disbelief.

So, yes. I started online dating. And don't call me an asshole, because while I may have been the only one Matt was fucking, his phone was always blowing up with random women begging for him to go out with them. I went on a few dates, with most of the guys either so self obsessed it made me wonder if they'd rather being jacking off in front of a mirror, or so business driven that it felt like they were trying to sell themselves to me. Either way, it was all a big failure until I met Trey. He was funny and handsome and so charming. I could spend hours listening to him babble and never get bored. We didn't seem to have much in common besides our sense of humour, but he seemed genuinely interested in me beyond what was beneath my clothes.

He was quite a successful business man, telling me about all the overseas travel he does and - I zoned out the rest. He was really gorgeous. Pale blue eyes, short brown hair. I think he was only like, 10 years older than me. We went on quite a few dates before we finally stumbled into his penthouse, limbs entangled on his bed like pretzels. I hadn't even thought about Matt the whole time. Fuck, I'm thinking about Matt. Whatever, he probably has some bitch in his bed right now. He'd been giving me the cold shoulder at work and it was actually starting to hurt my feelings. Fuck it.

"Wanna have sex?" I murmured against Trey's lips. I needed a good distraction fast.

"What a stupid question," he smiled, flipping me onto my back. He reached over me to a little dresser beside his bed, pulling out a singular condom, ripping the packet with his teeth before placing it back on the dresser.

He continued to kiss me, his tongue roaming the entire expanse of my mouth, his hands gently carding through my hair. This is way better than a cheap fuck. His lips connected with my throat, leaving hot kisses across my skin, trailing down to my collarbones, goosebumps covering my skin. My hands roamed his neck and shoulders, the smell of his cologne only turning me on more. He gently unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lack of bra.

"You're so beautiful," he confessed, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. I autonomously arched my back, my hands rubbing up his sides in a silent plea for him to take his shirt off. He got the memo immediately, pulling it over his head before pushing my skirt up, revealing the prettiest panties I owned. He wasted no time locking lips with me again, impatiently pulling his pants off and rolling on the condom effortlessly, not pulling away from me once. “Ready?” He pulled away briefly to look in my eyes. I nodded with my lip between my teeth, preparing for the pain to come after he slipped my panties to the side.

He slid himself in slowly. He definitely had length. But there wasn’t that usual pain I’d grown accustomed to over the past couple months. I rolled my hips, encouraging him to pick up the pace. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, hitting my cervix in one precise thrust.

“Trey,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulder. Okay, he was definitely long, surprisingly. He continued to pile into me, a bit more gentle than I liked it, but he was getting the job done nonetheless. I grabbed his free hand palmed it into my breast, trying my best to bounce my hips against him in the difficult position I was pinned in.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned with his forehead against mine, our sharp breaths huffing against one another. His strokes were deep, almost too deep. Ow, fuck. I got a cramp in lower abdomen, presumably from the blunt force trauma to my cervix. I tried to enjoy the next few minutes, but with all the work stress, and thoughts of Matt, and that horrid pain in my stomach that seemed to be getting sharper, I had a brilliantly, terrible idea.

I swear, I have never had to do this before. But he’s so nice, and I actually really like him! I wouldn't want to crush his self esteem.

“Oh!” I cried out, throwing my head back in mock pleasure. “Yes! Right there! I’m gonna-“

Please, never ever ever let Trey find out what I’m about to do.

I arched my back so far back, I swear I could’ve slipped a disc. Our bare chests touching, I flexed my walls to mock the contractions of an orgasm, contorting my face and moaning his name like an award winning actress.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, spilling into the condom with three final (painfully deep) thrusts. Once he composed himself, he peeled his sweaty body from mine, panting like a dog. I did the same, though I’d be lying if I said it was half genuine. Finally when I could stretch my body out, the cramp started to subside.

“Wow,” he breathed from beside me, pulling the condom off and tying it before throwing it into the bin beside his bed. “You’re just… something else.”

With lack of constructive things to say floating through my brain, I turned onto my elbows and kissed him. Good save.

“I need to use your bathroom,” I smiled against his lips, slipping off the edge of his bed and chucking on the dress shirt he wore to our date tonight. Bad habit. “Oh, shit, sorry, can I wear this just for a moment?”

“Of course, it looks cute,” he grinned at me, motioning to his bathroom with his head. “Down the end of the hall to the left.”

His place was breathtaking. The highest level of the building, the walls lined with tasteful art. In his bathroom was a signed photo of him and Shaquille O’Neal. Interesting. I could actually see the New York Times’ building from his bathroom window and couldn’t help but wonder what Matt was doing right now. Or, who he was doing. I’d never admit it to anyone, but I wished I was with him more than anything right now.

Despite this, I splashed my face with water and headed back to Trey’s bed where… he was dozing off. Typical. As quietly as humanly possible, I slipped my clothes from earlier on and grabbed my things. On my way out the door, one of my heels slipped from my grasp and clattered loudly against the hardwood floors. I winced and glanced over at Trey, who, thankfully, was dead asleep.

I looked at my notifications to see ‘one deleted message from Matt Stone’ and nothing else. I sighed and shot Trey a text,

little family emergency, sorry to run out on you

you looked very relaxed. i had a wonderful night, i’d love to catch up again xxx thank you for tonight

Then I hailed a cab, holding my heels in one hand and my handbag in the other, hair a mess, looking like a corner girl who’d had a reasonable working night. Hah. If Matt saw me right now, he’d say exactly that.

***

Work was slow that week, many late nights and early mornings that seemed to roll on one continuous loop. I was up to my elbows in editorials and research projects that I often didn’t even have time to go down for lunch. I even had to ask a friend of mine to watch my dog.

“It’ll all be worth it, this is your dream!” She reassured me, starting to close her wire door in my face. “Don’t stress about the dog, he can stay here as long as you need. Isn’t that right, baby? Yes it is! Say bye to mommy!” She cooed at him, and I couldn’t help but fear that by the time I came back to collect him, she would’ve tossed him into her car and travelled across the country with him. I was already on the verge of being late, so I had to slip that thought to the back of my mind until further notice.

The new intern, Annie, walked in with big, bouncy blonde waves and a ginormous smile that told of her very little time here so far. “Good morning!” She beamed, and I must say, having such a charismatic, fresh face around the office gave me a little boost of energy.

“Good morning,” I smiled back. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, um- Mr. Stone offered to buy you a coffee this morning. Something about an anniversary?” Her faced flushed even just saying those words.

“What anniversary?” I snorted, shaking my head.

“Sorry to be rude but, aren’t you together?” She tilted her head like a confused puppy, and seemed quite pleased when I shook my head at her. “O-oh! Okay…”

“May I please have an iced latte with 3 shots?” I spoke without taking my eyes off my computer, an arrogant habit I’d unfortunately picked up. She nodded fast and rushed out of the room. I took this chance to have a break from my computer (not even an hour in).

“Happy anniversary,” I let myself into his office, sitting in that dreadful velvet chair.

“I’dunno what you’re on about,” he sighed, eyes glued to his desktop.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, anyway.”

“Again, no clue what you’re talking about,” he sighed emphatically again, resting his fingers on his temples. “Don’t you have a fuck tonne of work to do?”

“You are such an asshole!” I laughed exasperatedly, cursing myself for even trying to interact with him.

“How was your… date?” He popped the ‘t’ on date as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Wonderful,” I deadpanned, heading for the door. Maybe it was a good thing that I put a stop to our unprofessional fuck-sessions.

“So, he any good?” He looked up at this point, intrigued.

“God, yes,” I lied through my teeth, strutting back into my own office.

The day rolled on slowly as anticipated, but on the bright side, I finished all the really important stuff. Even though it was approaching 8pm now. I took off my headphones and shut down my desktop when I heard something that made my stomach drop.

Rhythmic pounding of something from the next door office. I opened my door and crept into the hallway to make sure my ears weren't deceiving me. No fucking way.

A very vocal woman crying out, "yes, Matt!"

"Keep you voice down," he scolded, followed by her now muffled sounds of pleasure. Truthfully, it made me queasy, but also so angry that I could bust down his door and slap the shit out of him. I hung around his doorway in shock, feeling like I was frozen in place. Was I really jealous when this is what I wanted? He didn't owe me anything. After all, we were just screwing.

"Oh, Y/N," I heard a soft whimper for him and my heart dropped, eyes widening so far, I'm surprised they didn't fall out of my head. I had to bring a hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

"What?" She panted, sounding just as shocked, if not, a little offended.

"Huh? Nothing, just- just keep going," he sighed frustratedly, but the pounding never started again.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, and I had a rough idea where this was going. I quickly ran back to my office, sitting behind my desk as if I'd been there the whole time, though my racing heart said otherwise. As if on cue, his office door opened with such force that it slammed against the door frame and shook the wall between us. Then I saw those elegant blonde waves bouncing as she practically ran for the elevator.

Annie?

Don't laugh, don't laugh.

But I couldn't help myself, bursting out into near maniacal hysteria, trying to muffle my amusement with both of my hands - how I imagine he tried to shut her up before he ruined it all. But it was no use, he heard and sheepishly walked to my door, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Real professional," I blurted, trying to calm myself down so I wouldn't laugh in his face. No, I was more respectful than that. I placed my hands in my lap a blew out a long breath I seemed to be holding, forcing back giggles.

"Seriously, fuck you," he growled, walking closer and closer to my desk, a pointed, accusing finger coming toward my face. "You are the biggest slut I know, so I don't know how you can judge."

"I'm the biggest slut?" I scoffed incredulously, standing before him where his heaving chest was only inches from mine. Suddenly, it wasn't funny anymore. "You'd fuck anything with two legs and a heartbeat so long as it looked in your direction! Fuck you."

"Here you go," he laughed in my face, looking down at me like a kid. "I hear you making personal calls. 'Oh, Trey, I'd love to go to Dubai with you! Even though we just met and I only want your money.'" He mocked me in an irritating, high pitched voice, his face red with anger.

"Get the fuck out of my face," I snapped, shoving him back by his chest. "You're insane! Eavesdropping on my private conversations?"

"I'm not eavesdropping, I couldn't care less," he seethed, his tone condescending as he slowly lost his grip. "These walls are very thin, you know."

"I know," I laughed, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Oh, Y/N," I mocked him this time, on my way out the door when he grabbed my wrist.

"Don't tell a soul, or I will ruin you." He threatened, eyes dark and his tone serious.

"Let go of me, Matt," I groaned, dramatically ripping my arm from his grip. "I'm going to Dubai, you know that," I feigned a smile, surprised with the pang of upset I felt when his face dropped.

"You're actually going with this dude? You think he gives a shit about you?" He had that stupid judgemental look on his face, and that was enough to stop me feeling bad for him.

"I thought you couldn't care less?" I turned from him, heading for the elevator. "It's not me you have to worry about. Interns will say anything to get a permanent position."

I didn't have to look back at him to know what his expression would be, and the slam of his office door confirmed that for me.

they are so toxic... i can't decide what ending i want to give them. maybe only 1 or 2 chapters left <3

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone smut #trey parker #trey parker x reader #trey parker smut

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Magic Kisses (Robert Fischer x OC) Falling For You Christmas Special

Main Story: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/752219255149330432/falling-for-you-robert-fischer-x-oc?source=share

“Margaret, I’m home! There’s only- Whoa.”

The sound of Robert’s arrival fills my heart with joy. Today’s the day I decided to go on a shopping spree and decorate the ginormous house for Christmas. Given that it’s our first Christmas together I thought some surprises might be in order. I pulled out all the stops! An eight-foot spruce tree, multiple strands of garland, a giant nutcracker, and many many wreaths. I even picked up a festive Christmas tie for Robert, who has not said another word since he entered the house.

“What? Too much?” I ask unconfidently.

“Martha Stewart would be nodding in approval,” Robert grins, still staring at the decor. “Wow. This is… a lot.”

“What decorations do you normally use?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Um, a tree.”

My jaw drops. “That’s it? Oh. Um, I can take some down-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Robert cuts me off and pulls me back. “The house looks beautiful, Margaret.”

I get a cheeky smile. “If you like the decorations you should have seen the oven repairman today.”

Robert snickers. “Oh really?”

“He thought he had the wrong house. I had to tell him this is your house and I’m the one who dressed it up a little.”

Robert gives me a look. “‘A little’ is a steep understatement, darling. But right now-”

“I know, there’s only two hours until the office party,” I fuss and start walking to the bedroom. “I have a dress laid out and some homemade cookies cooling in the kitchen. Let me get freshened up and then we can go. And don’t snatch any cookies! Don’t think I can’t see you.”

I hear Robert groan with impatience and I make an effort to get ready in a hurry. For the Christmas party I’ve chosen a scarlet red dress with a gold bow that ties at the front. Of course decent heels are called for to compensate for my small height. After a quick shower and some light makeup I think I’m all set-

“God, you look gorgeous.”

Of course he couldn’t wait. I turn around to face Robert, who’s staring wide-eyed at my shimmering dress.

“Like my very own present,” he murmurs, stepping further into the bedroom to admire the dress. “Is this for me or the party guests?”

I roll my eyes and finish applying my blush. “You know the only person I dress to impress is you, sweetheart. I promise you can unwrap me after tonight’s dull event.”

Robert makes a small whining sound and goes to check his reflection in the mirror.

“You look dashingly handsome,” I affirm, straightening his matching red tie.

Robert turns his head up to look at something on the ceiling. “Quick question. Why are there so many weeds hanging around?”

I follow his gaze to the clumps of mistletoe I’ve hung. Yes, I did go the extra romantic step to hang mistletoe around the house… Rather heavily in the bedroom, but that’s beside the point.

“That’s mistletoe. You know? For kissing?”

“I’ve heard of the custom.” Robert snakes a hand up to play with a strand of my hair. “Is this you hinting that I need to kiss you more often? That can be arranged…”

Before I can object he leans in to start pressing deep kisses all over my face! I sincerely adore his affection but now is not the time!

“Just a sec- Robert!” I try to push him back but he stays persistent. “Robert- You’re going to smudge my lipstick! Wait until after the party-”

“Let them wait,” Robert mumbles between kisses. “Right now I want to kiss the woman I love under the mistletoe, inside the enchanting house she decorated.”

Before I know it we’ve backed up against the bed and in a split second I catch a glimpse at the clock. Oh, curse these inconvenient parties!

“Robert- Robert!” I cup his face to keep him still. “Robert, dear, we really have to go! The party starts in half an hour and as the hosts it’s our job to be punctual.”

The blue-eyed businessman unwillingly pulls away and smoothes out his suit. “Fine. But as soon as the party’s over I’m calling a month-long holiday vacation.” He squeezes my hand. “With you. My lovely fiancée. And no interruptions. How’s that sound?”

“I say that this vacation will start the sooner we get in the car and you stop hugging me for two seconds.” I tug Robert towards the stairs. “Come on. Daniel’s waiting to drive us. If you’re good I’ll let you eat a cookie on the way there.”

I thank my lucky stars that this is only a company party and not a publicity or partnership event. No reporters, no sleazy CEOs trying to charm Robert. Of course I recognize Mr. Browning, Daniel, and a few others. But I’m still getting used to working in the office so I don’t know everyone yet.

“Robert! Glad to see you took a break from all that paperwork!”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Fischer!”

“When can these documents be filed, sir? Should I arrange an appointment after New Year's?”

All of these faces. I know they mean well but now I can see why Robert comes home so worn out sometimes. All the smiling, nodding, looking engaged. It’s the same thing I go through whenever the mob of reporters are around us. Lord, it will only get worse once we make our engagement public.

“Glad to see everything’s running smoothly.” Robert’s godfather walks up and gives us both a kind smile and a wink. “Don’t think I don’t notice the ring, Ms. Chillinger. Congratulations.”

I feel Robert stiffen next to me and we each exchange looks. Well, we can't exactly hide our affections from him but in all honesty I just want to get this over with and get home.

“I won’t keep you. Go and carry on with the party,” Browning utters and pats his godson on the shoulder.

Robert, still thinking of what to say, stares blankly at the banquet table. It is quite a spread but my cookies look to be one of the only homemade pastries. I’ve never been to any high-end office parties but at least the staff decorated the office nicely.

“Is this the marvelous Ms. Chillinger I keep hearing about?” One employee asks with a wide smile.

“Yes! Is this her, Mr. Fischer?” An older woman with kind eyes gushes. “You two work so well together!”

Once again we both have to keep from smiling too much. Even though no one knows we’re engaged they still think we make a good couple. I won't be Ms. Chillinger for much longer. Seeing the employees point out the good in our relationship helps boost my confidence even more. Maybe I won’t be so out-of-place around here after all!

“Mrs. Gale, this is in fact Ms. Chillinger,” Robert attests with a proud gleam in his eye.

“Please, call me Margaret.” I hold out a hand as a kind gesture.

“Oh, doesn’t your dress just look glamorous! You are a lucky man, Mr. Fischer.”

The few older ladies walk away leaving Robert beet-red. I think it’s cute!

“They seem very nice.”

Robert rubs the bridge of his nose. “You have no idea how long they’ve been waiting to set me up with someone. Sorry if this is too embarrassing-”

“Hey, hey.” I steer him behind the fountain away from the partygoers. “We both know these teasings are not the worst things I’ve been dealt. Only a little while longer and then it’s just you and me, Robbie.”

The use of the nickname makes his eyes flutter. “Thanks for putting up with this, sweetheart.”

I kiss the tip of my finger and press it to his cheek. “Thank me afterwards.”

With that we sneak out from behind the fountain and back into the depths of festive socialization.

“Will that be all, sir?” Daniel asks as he pulls into the driveway.

In the backseat it’s been torture trying to keep Robert from pulling me too close. The second we drove away from the office building he tried to kiss me again but I had to stop him from smearing my lipstick.

“Yes, Daniel.” I answer instead since Robert looks too distracted. “Thank you so much, and have a wonderful Christmas! Say hi to Mary for me!”

Daniel gives a wave and drives off. Robert unlocks the door and- Whoa!

“Here we are!” Robert sweeps me up and carries me inside, closing the door with his foot. “I’m starting to see why people look forward to vacations so much.”

I move a strand of hair out of his face. “You mean you’ve never taken a break for Christmas? What did-?”

I cut myself off before I can go further. Did he do anything special with his father? Is it a sore subject?

“We, um… My father wasn’t much of a holiday person, as you might guess,” Robert admits as he starts carrying me up the stairs. “That’s why all of this is so… different. It’s a good different! I love it.” He babbles quickly and sets me on the Christmas bedspread. “I love you.”

I smile bashfully and try to ignore how hard my heart is beating as he leans in closer. Robert takes one more look up at the decorative mistletoe and presses a gingerly kiss on my red lips. He tastes like my peppermint cookies. In no time at all my lipstick is all over him but he makes no move to clean it off.

“You know what?”

“What?” I gasp dramatically, finally able to breathe since he’s taking a break from kissing.

Robert smiles warmly and wraps his arms around my waist. “This can be our new Christmas tradition. Magic kisses under enchanted weeds.”

My nose scrunches. “They’re not weeds- Oh!”

He cuts me off with another kiss. “Either way, it’s an excuse for me to kiss you more often. So…” Robert snakes his hands down to my dress’ bow. “Can I unwrap my fiancée now?”

#robert fischer #robert fischer x reader #inception #cillian murphy #robert fischer x oc #christopher nolan films #christmas fics 2024 #mistletoe #robert fischer fic #christmas fic

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ikkiokuma · 27 days ago

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just finished mgs2 and i have nowhere else to take my thoughts so i’ll just dump them hear for my little internet vacuum:

> the AI/simulation plot twist is really interesting but at the same time doesn’t feel like it was resolved in the best way? outside of the patriots being a typical shady organization controlling literally everything, the explanation the AI colonel gives about human mind control feels at least a tiny bit more unique that your typical 1984 premise and excuse…i only have to wonder the aftermath of raiden and rose’s relationship with such a huge rift torn between them through the course of this game (which feels like it goes largely unaddressed considering raiden basically proposes to her after their reunion?) i think his character has a lot of good potential and their connection could have undergone some kind slow burn rebuild to make it more satisfying (it’s not like i didn’t root for them sometimes! tho im aware they are actually quite toxic tho)

> i’m also thinking of the people on twitter engaging in discourse about whether mgs2 is anti-AI to which i think it’s pretty clear that kojima encourages us to exercise our free will and critical thinking in this digital age…though raiden doesn’t outright say “fuck the patriots”—who are ostensibly using such a program to try and keep the masses ignorant, complacent, and dependent—in this game, his decision to pick his future for himself entirely goes against the AI colonel’s impression that everything in the simulation could decide the kind of person raiden becomes. to me mgs2 (along with being more explicitly about life in the digital age) takes the idea of free will or destiny from the first game up a notch with the question of: hey, what if it your future wasn’t just programmed for you by birth but by a simulation which you regard as the truth? it’s interesting to see this blend of themes (that the persona franchise decided to create two separate games based on, funny enough) work together in a new context

> sitting with the full weight of otacon’s backstory is kind of crushing. i know it’s not the worst thing ever but something about his tragedy feels all the more pointed when you think about how vulnerable he was…how he was basically abused and groomed and still blames himself to this day because he doesn’t know any better at all? it’s just such a heavy burden for someone so young to bear—an illicit affair and the death of your father because of your actions would mess anyone up in the head (im genuinely surprised he’s not worse than he is right now). his loneliness is so interesting because to a certain extent it’s self imposed by his own inaction (waiting to be loved instead of seeking it out for himself—some kind of self-esteem problem, maybe?) and for the first time in years solid snake manages to break down his walls and they form this beautiful mutual connection that i think holds so much more weight than any potential female relationship the games try to force him into (also with the fact that he seems into women that would only be somewhat unhealthy/toxic for him something something childhood trauma something something twisted conception of romance tragic doomed heterosexuality but he could find everything he looked for and more in the man who’s stayed beside him this whole time but i digress) otasune is so beautiful to me and i’ve been thinking more about how it really is only them against the world and burying my head in my hands i think im going to develop heartburn because of these fools and if anyone has good fic recs i would love for them to be sent my way im going to start writing essays about them again ffs. also something something otacon really is at his best self when he’s around snake—confident, in control, and a little sassy when he wants to be—which honestly makes him that more attractive … snake truly brought the best out of this nerd god bless

> pliskin is sooooooo gorgeous in this game i wish snake wore his hair down more i genuinely think i grinned like a maniac every time i saw his beautiful face on my screen 🤤🤤

> gameplay wise the game honestly doesn’t feel as bad as the first one (i was fucking struggling in the original)…fingers crossed the rest of the games will be somewhat similar difficulty to get through

now on to mgs3!! i’m so excited for snake eater yayyyyy

#mgs #otacon #solid snake #metal gear solid #mgs2 #raiden

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cowgurrrl · 2 years ago

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Hey gorgeous girl!!! I hope you’re having a good day! I wanted to request maybe a preoutbreak!joel and reader where reader has a bad day at work/college? Just how Joel would comfort when he sees reader all upset and stressed out🥹 if it doesn’t spark any interest, feel free to ignore this!!! I love you & your writing 🫶🏼💐✨💋💗

Thank you for your sweet words and your love!! I love this idea!! Pre-Outbreak Joel makes my Texas heart soar 🤠

Snowqueen of Texas

Pairing: Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel hears about your day through the grapevine and decides to try to make you feel better

Warnings: None! Just Joel being a softy (gif by @loregifs)

The day had started rough. You got stuck in traffic on your way into work and cut someone off so badly they laid on their horn for a solid ten seconds. It didn’t matter because you ended up being twenty minutes late anyways. By the time you had clocked in, you were already in the weeds and barely had a chance to breathe before rushing around the restaurant like a crazy person. Every table that got up and cleaned got sat again almost immediately. People weren’t tipping as well as they usually did, but they made up for it by being rude as fuck. Your feet hurt from running back and forth all day, and to top it all off, you spilled hot sauce on your new white shirt.

So, when the hostess came to the back and told you someone was there for you during the two seconds you had to sit down, you were more than a little frustrated. You sulked up to the front, where you found Joel talking to your manager with a smile on his face. He ended all his sentences with “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” and “thank you, ma’am,” like the good southern boy his mama raised him to be. You smile as you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his middle. He kisses your forehead and hugs you back, not missing a beat in his conversation.

“Is it okay if I take my break, Samantha?” You ask your manager. Normally, she would make you roll silverware for a while before she let you go on break, but Joel seems to have buttered her up because she agrees. As she goes back upstairs, he holds up a plastic bag from your favorite Mexican restaurant. “Oh, my god, I love you.” You gasp as you take the bag from him and walk to his truck.

Joel tells you about the job he’s working right now and Sarah’s school project while you eat the tacos he brought you. The air conditioning blasts cold air to beat the summer heat, and an old country song is playing on the radio. You’re really trying to listen to his story, but with the food and the comfortable passenger seat, you’re more focused on how much better you feel. “By the way, Tommy ratted you out for cutting him off this morning.” He says, and you laugh.

“Tell Thomas he can’t take up the entirety of I-35 just because he thinks he’s the only one late to work.”

“Thomas? We’re using government names now?”

“Snitches get stitches.”

“Fair,” he says as you roll the empty tinfoil wrapper into a ball and throw it back in the plastic bag. “Feelin’ better?” He asks as he puts his hand on your thigh, his warm hand squeezing you.

“How did you know I was having a bad morning?” You ask and catch his nervous habit as he grinds his teeth.

“Sarah might’ve told me she saw you leave the house from the bus stop. Said you were in a huge rush, and I figured you slept through your alarms.”

“Are all the Millers spying on me?”

“Nobody is spying on you. She told me because she knew I would be nearby today and said I should bring my beautiful girlfriend lunch.” He says as he leans over and kisses you.

“Smart girl,” you whisper against his lips, resting a hand on his scruffy jaw. His hand snakes through your hair as he deepens the kiss. “You should always come to see me on my lunch break.”

“I reckon if I did that, we’d do a lot more than eat lunch.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“Only if you want us to keep our jobs,” he says, and you groan dramatically. “You just have to make it through today, and then when you get home, we can have dinner and drink wine and yell at Tommy for being a snitch.”

“Fine,” You sigh. “But I need one more thing before I can go back to work.”

“Name your price, sweetheart.”

When you walk back into work full of tacos and love, you’re wearing Joel’s shirt to replace the one you spilled hot sauce on. The hostess raises her eyebrows mischievously at you, but you shake your head, smirking, as you clock back in. “He had an extra work shirt, and mine was dirty.” You say. She hums and walks away, giving you a look that tells you she doesn’t believe you. She can think whatever you want because the scent of Joel’s cologne on his shirt is going to be enough to get you through the rest of your day.

Thank God the Millers are nosy as hell.

🍓

#the last of us #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller requests #joel miller drabble #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

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lemonlyman-dotcom · 1 year ago

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New fic now live on Ao3

TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2)

G | 7k | Tarlos, canon compliant

Six months after a loss that shook the Reyes family to its core, the entire extended family gathers to throw the blowout party of all time for its newest and sweetest member, TK Strand.

I want to express my sincere gratitude to @freneticfloetry for giving this one a beta and sensitivity read, and to @carlos-in-glasses for reading a very early draft and reassuring me that the vibes were vibin’ and the jokes were not just funny to me 🩷✨ I am honestly honored and humbled to have such lovely friends in this fandom who believe in my writing and offer up their time and encouragement. Seriously, it means the world.

Official Party Playlist

Official Party Invitation

This is how he’ll remember TK Strand. Forever. Years from now, when he’s in his 80s, sitting on a porch swing reminiscing on his prime. He’ll think about his gorgeous husband. In this moment. On this night.

Call me good

Call me bad

Call me anything you want to, baby

On the night of his thirtieth birthday. The silver chain snaking out of his white button down, unbuttoned dangerously low for all the family they’re surrounded by. Shining with sweat, smile as big and bright as the moon.

Gyrating in-time with the beat of the Wham! song thrumming through the backyard speakers. Singing along with the words, a finger pointed at Carlos where he stands in shock-induced stupor.

But I know that you're sad

And I know I'll make you happy

With the one thing that you never had

It’s their song. Well, not their song their song. It’s become something of a special song over the last few months though. One that TK plays when he’s subtly trying to cheer Carlos up. Dancing around the loft in his skimpy blue shorts, Carlos’s own personal George Michael. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is, but it melts Carlos’s heart every time. Heals it a bit too.

Baby, I'm your man (do do do that, don't you do that)

Don't you know who I am?

Baby, I'm your man

“That’s your husband, mijo,” Andrea says from Carlos’s side, a fond smile on her face as she shakes her head.

Six months after the wedding it still sets his heart fluttering, hearing TK referred to as his husband. He glances around the yard, primos mixing with friends and coworkers, Owen directing his sisters into a Charlie’s Angels pose so he can snap a photo with his Polaroid camera, TK and his friends in the center of it all, dancing like idiots. He feels an uncontrollable laugh bubbling out of his chest as he puts an arm around his mom.

“That’s my husband.”

Continue reading on ao3

You’re invited to the party, taking place on ao3 now 🎊

Tagging some folks who might be interested @carlos-in-glasses @chicgeekgirl89 @ambiguouspenny @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @ladytessa74 @never-blooms @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @rosedavid @iboatedhere @rmd-writes @freneticfloetry @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @mikibwrites @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @thisbuildinghasfeelings @goodways @reasonandfaithinharmony

#tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2)

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raziraphale · 11 months ago

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I've learned not to trust my memory, so I wanted to make a note for myself of some things I enjoyed from the Neptune production of RAGAD before it all leaks out my ears. It's mostly for me but thought I'd post it here in case it's interesting to anyone else.

Note for people that aren't me: this is the only production of RAGAD I've seen live. I've seen the movie and the 2017 NTL recording as of writing this, for reference. So, forgive me if I gush about elements/choices that are common to RAGAD productions and not unique to this one lol. Also I was an English major but not a theatre guy outside some Shakespeare, so also bear with me if I'm lacking some specific terms.

Performances:

I feel like this almost goes without saying but Boyd and Monaghan are excellent as Guildenstern and Rosencrantz. Their chemistry is great. There was an excellent rhythm to their dialogue together that was really fast-paced without feeling artificial (imo there is a certain point where performers talk so fast it can only feel fake. They were all believable enthusiam).

I particularly liked Monaghan's Rosencrantz! like there was just something so earnest about him. He had this character tic of chewing on his finger most of the time out of anxiety or inattention and that stuck out for me for some reason. It was endearing. Also the line "I wanted to make you happy" made the whole theatre let out a wounded animal noise.

Also Boyd's Guildenstern really did a good job of projecting an aura of "person trying really hard to appear in control but may also snap any moment". Control freak recognizing control freak o7

The Player (Michael Blake) was amazing. He had such huge stage presence that you really believed the character was a seasoned performer. I fully believe this man could successfully sell me snake oil with the power of his presence alone.

Personal note but I was jazzed to see Drew Douris-O'Hara as Alfred. I'm not a regular Neptune patron so I don't know how often he appears in their productions, but I have seen many a Shakespeare By The Sea show in my time so he's a very familiar face. Always a really fun presence.

I also feel like I have to mention Ophelia (Helen Belay) even though she obviously doesn't get much to do here. The actress really sold every small appearance though like my heart broke a little every time I saw her in anticipation for her off-stage fate. Less important but have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying?

Costumes:

I really liked Ros and Guil's tattered suits. They looked like they were dragged behind a horse. These are the clothes of two guys that have been trapped in a play for like 50 years, truly.

They also had an inverted colour scheme (Ros had a blue suit with a green waistcoat, Guil had a green suit with blue waistcoat) that really emphasized the two-sides-of-the-same-coin/ yin & yang vibe. Also the colours weren't really shared by the rest of the cast much (they tended to be a bit more muted) so it made them stand out as separate from the rest of what was happening.

Also personal note but I was enchanted by Monaghan's slightly stupid-looking grown-out fauxhawk. He basically had a lesbian mullet haircut. That combined with his single dangly earring was a Look.

The Player's coat was gorgeous. It felt grand but also appropriately dated/worn. It wasn't fully a feather jacket, but it had a smattering of large feathers that got more dense as it went down. It kind of reminded me of a vulture, honestly, which I think is fitting, with him being an opportunist that loves some corpses.

Script:

Misc. Stage Stuff:

Unless I'm really mistaken, I think they cut/modified the few lines with some outdated racial terms (I have two specifically in mind, referring to Chinese and Inuit people). So unless I just somehow missed hearing those, that's nice.

Just a note to say that the line about who the English King is will depend on when they get to England got a huge laugh. Thank you to King Charles' cancer for making everything funnier

The lighting !!! It really did a lot to separate the scenes from Hamlet from the rest of it. The stage was dark for most of it, with cool lighting (like a blue darkness). For the Hamlet portions, though, the lights were suddenly bright and warm yellow. That combined with the differences in the performances gave a strong impression that the curtain had just suddenly risen on a more traditional production of Hamlet right in the middle of Ros and Guil just doing whatever.

I really liked how they used the two risers on wheels they had (not sure if that's the right word -- they were those three-tiered platforms I remember from doing choir in school. Kind of like bleachers). They looked like they belonged on an empty stage and also gave the actors something interesting to climb on. They were able to reposition them pretty easily with the wheels, which really worked for the portions on the boat tbh. They just pushed them together so that the lower tiers touched to create a half-pipe-shaped skeletal "boat". They could climb "above deck", or even go below while still being fully visible from whatever angle. The whole thing was spun around a lot during the pirate attack, which was fun.

The risers also separated the stage really well in the first two acts. For most of it, there was one on the left side facing the audience, for characters to sit on, and one on the right facing backwards and partially obscured by the curtain they had covering that side of the stage. The curtain was backlit, so you could see the silhouettes of anything behind it. At some points, you could actually see shadows of events in Hamlet happening in the background while Ros and Guil were doing their thing in the foreground. Unfortunately I didn't get the best look at them, bc I was sitting at far right of my row, so the far right of the stage was partially out of my sight line. Still a really cool effect!

They did turn the risers fully around to face the back during the players' performance of The Murder of Gonzago, with the curtain pulled across. You saw the shadow of the king standing up and storming out.

For the final scene, they did the expected thing, where Ros and Guil are alone in the dark, illuminated by a single narrow spotlight each. The spotlight goes out when each of them die and they disappear from view. The detail that made me insane though is that each time a spotlight went out, they played the sound of a flipped coin hitting the stage and the audience was so quiet it felt like a gunshot both times.

After all the deaths they had Rosencrantz and Guildenstern start from the opening scene again tossing coins for a bit before the final curtain. They did not escape the narrative 😔

Will add more if anything else comes to mind?

#this felt good to write out #cementing the details in my brain #since alas I cannot follow the show to toronto #and it doesn't look like it's going to get filmed #which is a travesty #beyond lucky to be able to see it at all #things like this never come out my way it's nice lol #reilly.txt #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead

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Chapter 28

Warnings: Not really a warning but controversial/sensitive topics

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

SPIRITS WERE A LOT HIGHER THAN BEFORE Asgard. Elizabeth was happily standing with Hogun and Tony as Heimdall got ready to open the Bifrost to your family's farm. You were a little upset about going back, but you knew you'd be returning to New York soon anyways so everything would work out.

Steve and Bucky were the ones that helped you with luggage and stuff and Queen Frigga came to see you all off. She hugged you warmly and then went over to Elizabeth. You went back to the super soldiers so that Heimdall could send you down with the first group, which consisted of you, Steve, Bucky, Rhodey, Clint, Natasha, Thor, and Pietro. The second group would be made up of everyone else except Fury and Maria who were heading back to the SHIELD.

Both you and your sister had taken Loki as your soulmate. Loki had put a tattoo back on the back of your hand, but it was no longer a snake. Instead, it was a dagger of which a snake coiled around.

On Elizabeth, he had put a small dagger and bird tattoo on her opposite arm of Hogun's tattoo. It was cute, you had to admit, and fitted Elizabeth more than it fit Loki.

Elizabeth had asked why the tattoos were different as she admired the tattoo. He'd explained that being Jotun meant that the tattoos were half in half. The dagger was for him, the animals changed depending on the person. He said since her tattoo itself was a bird, it was a bird. And since a snake was his original tattoo on you, it was a snake once again.

Your tattoo had appeared back around his wrist, but in colour as he had been right and two of you had already spent time together. Elizabeth's tattoo appeared on his chest like Sams', also in colour which was really beautiful.

Hogun and Sam were the only two that had Elizabeth's tattoo in full colour. Tony and Loki were very close behind. Stephen had about half. You knew from your bedtime expenditures that Bucky only had the wings tipped cream and Steve had no colour at all.

On the opposite, all of your soulmates wrists were completely in colour except for Sam's, though there was only one flower left and the petals were already touched in pink. Now that Elizabeth was a part of the group, Sam had done an extremely good job at balancing out spending time with you and your sister and you found that you enjoyed his company more than you thought you would or ever had. There were even things that the two of you had in common that no one else could relate to and you deeply treasured that.

Elizabeth had already warned everyone that was going to your guys' farm that she did not want anyone to tell your parents about her powers.

"I'll tell them." She said. "I want them to hear it from me."

You didn't think she would have anything to worry about. Your father loved her dearly and would accept it with open arms. Your mother. . . well she might not accept it as easily, admitted, but you still thought it was an unnecessary worry.

"Ready?" Heimdall asked in a deep voice. Thor gave him the okay sign and took your hand. You braced yourself and then felt yourself being flung through the rainbow bridge. You squeezed Thor's hand tighter.

Finally, you're feet hit solid ground and only Thor's hand kept you from lurching forward onto your face.

You blinked and then wrinkled your nose as the familiar smells of the farm started to surround you.

"Y/N!" Your mothers voice shouted joyfully and you moved forward to let her embrace you in a loving hug.

"Hey mom." You said, smiling as she kissed your cheeks. "How are you?"

"Oh I'm fine honey. Let's talk about you." She looped her arm around yours. "How was space? That castle is absolutely gorgeous and they're fantastic hosts! Have you decided to get married yet? I am looking forward to seeing you settled down in a nice high rise in New York. Especially with such handsome and influential soulmates."

You giggled a little at her enthusiasm. "You get to meet all of them soon. And I'm sure a wedding will be on the books eventually, maybe next year."

"Oh, they're not all here yet?" Your mother asked, blinking and taking in the group of men and women that had come down with you.

"No, some of them stayed back in the second group with Elizabeth."

"Are they closer to your sister than you?" Your mother fretted. "You know you deserve all the affection that they can give you. Especially being the first daughter and all."

"Yes, don't worry. All of my tattoos are coloured." You pointed out and your mother caught on that your hand was different.

"Hey sweetheart." A deeper voice said as your father limped over to join the rest of you.

"Hi dad." You said, moving away from your mom so that you could give him a firm hug. "How are you?"

"I'm alright." Your father said, waving his hand. He looked around frowned. "Where's Elizabeth and Hogun?"

To answer his question, a rainbow beam of light came down from the sky and everyone else was here. You watched as Elizabeth took a moment to get her bearings and then grinned, dropping her bags to run into your fathers' arms.

"How are you?" She asked breathlessly. "How is the farm? Are your knees holding up alright? You know you can't spend to much time on them in your old age. What jobs do you have for me to finish up for you?"

Your father chuckled warmly. "Take a breath and unpack first. Then you can help me finish up the pumpkins."

Elizabeth practically sprinted into the house.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Y/L/N." Hogun said, holding out his hand.

Your father chuckled, holding his hand out and shaking. "Please, Hogun. Call me Y/F/N."

Hogun headed into the house after Elizabeth.

Introductions were made round and then the rest of you started to head back up to the house with your parents.

Elizabeth dashed back out, wearing her old cowgirl stuff. "Alright, where's the seeds?"

Your father pointed and she was off that way. Hogun laughed, following after her.

"That's probably the happiest I've seen her in a long time." Clint commented to you. "She never showed that sort of enthusiasm in New York."

You shrugged, "This is her home."

"It's yours too." Clint pointed out.

You smiled and shook your head. "No. My home is with you and the rest of my soulmates. The location has no meaning."

Clint smiled, taking you by the hand and you went inside.

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YOU HAD FORGOTTEN HOW NICE THE farm was in the fall. The smell of fresh stirred up soil combined with fall wind and the decaying leaves on the ground. As long as the animals bathroom stayed clean, it was pleasant.

The entire meal that night was completely homemade. Homemade butter, milk, potatoes, steaks, sausages, ham, chicken, corn, fresh bread rolls, carrots, radishes, onions, celery, and fruit for dessert. The kitchen smell amazing and the other Avengers were practically salivating at the mouths.

Elizabeth and your mother set the table in record speed and soon everyone was digging in. As you all ate, your mother was ever the conversationalist, talking to each and every person while your sister and father remained in a corner of their own.

As the table was cleared and dessert was passed out, fruit topped with whip cream of course, things took an unusual turn.

Your father cleared his throat and said, "Your mother and I have something we need to tell you girls."

Your mother scowled and you were suddenly wary. The news, would not be good news.

Elizabeth looked between your parents. "What happened?"

Your father looked at your mother and your mother sighed, looking away. "Your mother is pregnant."

There was silence as you tried to work it out. You knew what that meant, but you couldn't understand why your mother seemed unhappy with the news.

"That's wonderful." Elizabeth said, but you could hear that she sounded uncertain. "Are they a boy or a girl? Or is it to early to tell the gender yet?"

"It is a boy." Thor said suddenly, making you jump. You had almost forgotten that your soulmates were there and you felt a cold shiver wash down your back.

Your mother looked at Thor as well. "How-"

"He's the God of Fertility along with thunder and a few other things." Loki replied slyly.

Your mother pursed her lips.

"So Y/N and I will have a baby brother?" Elizabeth asked. She sounded happy about it, but you wondered if she was just trying to press for what was wrong.

"Your mother has decided not to keep him." Your father said.

Another silence broke out.

Elizabeth broke it first. "You mean you're going to put him up for adoption?"

Hogun's hand slipped off the table and you knew he was holding her hand because Clint had just done the same thing to you, his fingers warmer around yours.

"No. I mean that I'm going to get an abortion." your mother said.

Your sister reeled back. "What?!"

"Elizabeth." You said in a warning tone.

"You can't!" Elizabeth shouted.

You glanced over at your father and saw that he was leaning his chin on his hands, which were clasped together in a fist. He seemed to be very mild about the whole thing, though you could see a hint of anger in his eyes.

"I can." Your mother replied sharply. "It is not even two months yet Elizabeth, I am within the legal-"

"It's a baby!" Elizabeth protested.

"It's a clump of cells." Your mother snapped. "Just like you were."

Elizabeth's retort fell of your lips as she flushed.

"Mom." You gasped in surprise.

Elizabeth pushed back from the table and left the kitchen. You heard the door slam so angrily you thought she'd break it.

Hogun stood but Loki beat him to it, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm the only one she can't harm."

Loki left after her.

"We can't ever have anything nice can we?" Your mother snapped at your father. "You just had to bring this up on the first day, didn't you?"

"Don't put this on me." Your father responded coldly. "If we can't have anything nice, like a son, that is completely on you."

He too stood from the table and left the room.

Your mother huffed, standing from the table. Her cheeks were red from humiliation at the silence around the table. She looked only at you and you could see the tears brimming in her eyes. "Make sure your sister remembers to wash the dishes."

"Yes mom." the response rolled straight off your tongue without thought. In the back of your head though, you were saying, 'really?'

"Y/N. . ." Steve's voice was soft and you just shook your head.

"I'm fine. Excuse me. Please finish your dinners." You hurried out of the kitchen.

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"ELIZABETH?" LOKI'S VOICE WAS SOFT as he approached the edge of the pond. Elizabeth's back was to him, her feet in the water. "Can I sit down?"

"Sure." Elizabeth said softly. She sniffed and he knew she'd been crying.

"I'm sorry." He replied. "Your mother shouldn't have said that."

"Did you know she didn't want me?" Elizabeth asked softly. "Her and my father fought for months about getting me aborted. My father finally won and here I am. I should be dead."

"Well I'm glad you're not." He said softly.

"My mom isn't. She's always resented me. She hates pain and she avoids it whenever she can. Giving birth. . . she only wanted Y/N. It's why I'm not surprised when Steve and Bucky reject me, you see? I'm supposed to be rejected. I mean, my own mother rejected me, so why would anyone accept me?"

"Because not everyone is your mother. Your mother is only one person." Loki replied. "I love you. Hogun loves you. Sam and Tony and Stephen do as well. Wanda and Natasha love you. Your sister and your father. Clint and Rhodey like you a lot. Hell, I've never seen Fury enjoy someone's presence like he does yours."

Elizabeth was quiet and then said, "You know, I think I'm a bit of a hypocrite. I didn't use to care if people wanted to get abortions. I mean, it's against the Bible to kill your child, so I always thought, 'if they are stupid people who kill their children, then they cannot raise more stupid people'. But now. . . when it's my own brother. . ."

She started to cry again and he watched as her tears trailed down her cheeks. "I want to know my brother!" She sobbed.

Loki pulled her into a hug, wrapping her as tightly as he could. Hogun approached quietly, sitting down without a word and hugged her from the other side. And they held her as the moon rose and the stars started to shine.

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"Y/N?" THOR'S VOICE WAS SOFT AS HE approached you from behind. You looked over your shoulder and rubbed your eyes. "I'm sorry. I should not have said anything at dinner."

You shook your head. "It wasn't your fault Thor. My father is the one that brought it up. He should've kept the conversation between the four of us instead of embarrassing my mother in front of all of our soulmates."

"Wanda says your father did it in hopes that your mother would decide to keep your brother." Thor replied.

You shook your head. "He's not my brother. Not yet. And I guess he never will be. Even if my mom shouldn't have said that about Elizabeth, it is true. It's not a baby yet."

"Is he not?" Thor asked softly. Your bedroom window opened up onto a balcony and he leaned against it. Compared to New York, you could see the sky wonderfully from here. No lights to hinder it.

You stayed silent.

"We don't even have a word in Asgardian for. . . what do you call it? Abortion? It's a concept that is not even thought of. In most cultures, you find that the idea of children killing is cultist." Thor replied softly. "Why have humans started to believe this way?"

You thought about it. You believe it because you'd heard it. Because people told you that it was alright, that it wasn't a baby yet. You supposed Elizabeth was right in her own opinion too.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter. It's my mothers decision. It's her choice."

"Is it?" Thor asked, looking over his shoulder at you. You rarely saw the intelligent, serious side of Thor. Sometimes it frightened you. "Is it truly her choice only? Look how upset you are. Your sister, your father. Your mother is not the only one affected by this choice. She will make a choice that upsets other people."

"It's her body." You said, shrugging.

Thor was silent, looking back out the window. Without turning back to you, he asked, "How would you feel if Elizabeth shot herself?"

You blinked. "What? I'd feel terrible. I'd be hurt that she didn't come and talk to me. I'd always wonder why she made that decision."

"But it's her body to make that decision, correct? And it's her choice regardless of how it makes you, your mother, your father, her soulmates feel?" Thor asked. You knew what he was trying to say and you had no response.

You shook your head, "It's a complicated subject. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Please?"

Thor nodded, coming over to sit on the bed with you. "Very well then. What do you need from me instead?"

"I just need you to hold me." You whispered softly. "Until I fall asleep."

"That, I can do." Thor said and he pulled you to his chest.

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CLINT COULDN'T SLEEP. IT WAS NOTHING against the farmhouse really. The bedrooms had been furnished comfortably for their arrival and the house itself was very large to fit everyone, though they had to share rooms.

Steve and Bucky were sharing a bed in the corner, cuddled up together while Sam laid dead in a bed next to them. The bed wasn't technically big enough to hold both the super soldiers either, but they were making it work.

For once, Tony and Stephen were asleep, Stephen's cloak wrapped around Tony's shoulders so he didn't fall out of the bed. Pietro, Vision, Rhodey, Bruce, Loki, and Hogun were all in here as well. For a moment, Clint tried to figure out why Hogun was in here, before remembering Elizabeth's take on all of that.

He rolled over again. Maybe it was the silence. New York was never quiet and the silence here was slightly unnerving.

Dinner had been a disaster and he was worried about both Y/N and Elizabeth. They'd both taken the information hard and he hadn't seen either of them since dinner had ended. Thor was gone though, so he must've gone to see Y/N. And if Loki and Hogun were in here, then Elizabeth had probably gone to bed as well.

Dinner had been a quiet affair after the family, Loki, and Hogun had left. They'd all sat there for a moment, unsure what to do. Natasha excused herself and Clint went after her to find her crying softly in the bedroom.

Natasha could never have children and Clint knew that the idea of someone willingly throwing their child away upset her, though she'd never say it aloud in case someone rebuked her for it. He'd comforted her before Bruce came along only moments later and took her off his hands.

He rolled onto his back. Maybe that was what was bothering him. So many people were upset and yet, there was nothing he could do about it. There was no one he could fight, there was nothing he could do or say. It was driving him mad.

He flung himself out of bed, padding down the hallway. He needed a glass of water, maybe a breath of fresh air.

As he grew closer to the kitchen, he could hear the clinking of something in the water and grew wary. As he got closer, he saw Elizabeth was standing at the sink. The lights were all off except for one which was over her head. A majority of the dishes from last nights dinner were already stacked up to air dry on towels on the counter. A dog slept in the corner of the room, its head resting on its front paws.

Elizabeth turned her head slightly when he stepped on a creaking floorboard. "Can't sleep?"

"No." He said. He hadn't realized that Elizabeth would actually follow through with her mother's orders. If his mother had ever spoken to him like that- if he hadn't grown up in the foster care system of course- and then demanded him to do a chore he would've fought her on it. "Why are you doing the dishes so late?"

"If I don't do them, we'll have nothing to eat on tomorrow morning." Elizabeth replied softly, putting another dish on the towels.

She pulled the plug in the sink to let the water drain and moved onto the silverware. "If you can't sleep, I can make you something."

Clint sat down at the island. "Sure."

He watched her dry her hands and head over to the refrigerator. She poured out a glass of milk and put it in a saucepan, putting it on low.

"It's the silence, isn't it?" Elizabeth asked as she put the warmed milk back in a cup and rummaged around in the cupboards for a spice, of which a little she put into it, amongst other things.

"How'd you know?"

"I can't sleep in New York. It's to loud. It's always the noises or lack of noise." Elizabeth said, putting the cup down in front of him. She blushed slightly and then said, "I can't actually sleep in my own bed. I have to sleep in the hayloft to get real sleep. Otherwise I have nightmares."

"Me too." Clint said softly. "That's why my room doesn't have a bed at the tower. Tony installed a special nest for me."

He sipped the milk. It was soothing and he could taste cinnamon as well. It was creamier than he was used to, and something else he didn't recognize. But that could just be the milk was straight from the source and not pasteurized yet.

Elizabeth smiled and he watched her start to put dishes away.

"Has. . . has it always been like this?" He asked softly.

Elizabeth's hands hovered above the dishes for a moment before she continued to put them away. "I guess. At least since my birth. Maybe things were different when it was just the three of them. But my parents never seemed very happy together. The fact that my mother's pregnant again surprises me. But they were happy when it was the three of them."

She put the plates up in the cupboard and kept her back to him. "I remember I was sick once, when I was six, when the fair came to town. The three of them went out and I sat on the couch with a bucket to throw up in, some saltine crackers, and a glass of ginger ale. They came back and they looked so happy. And I thought, 'that's what they would always look like if my mom had gone through with the abortion.'"

Clint sat up a little straighter. Now the pieces of last nights dinner were coming closer together, making more sense.

Elizabeth turned, a wry smile on her face. "I ran away that night. Didn't make it far really. I was to sick. My father spent the night looking for me. He had to shoot a fox and I had to get rabbi shots. My mother screamed at me, it was the first time she showed any emotion that she cared. But my dad paid attention more. Y/N never knew, she was asleep."

"You shouldn't have had to go through that." Clint said.

"Yeah well, there's a lot of shit you Avengers should never have gone through either. You having to grow up in foster care, Stephen watching his sister drown, Bucky with HYDRA, Steve being iced, Tony with his parents being murdered, Loki being taken over by Thanos. But it makes us who we are, doesn't it?"

Suddenly, there was a creak and the two of them looked over to see Steve standing there. "Sorry, was getting a glass of water."

"If you can't sleep, I can mak-"

"I'm fine." Steve cut Elizabeth off abruptly, not even looking at her as he grabbed a glass and left the kitchen.

Clint looked over at Elizabeth and saw that she didn't even look phased. She just smiled at Clint and said. "If you can't sleep still, I'll be in the hayloft. Sometimes sleeping under the stars works best."

The door shut softly behind her, and he was left in the kitchen, feeling just as useless as before.

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