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earlysunshines · 20 days ago

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love at your door

minatozaki sana x fem!reader

synopsis: you wake up on the couch to find out that it’s actually not your couch and oh my god why is your hot neighbor sitting across from you watching tv???

warnings: sana is a FLIRT ; reader is a loser ; sana is a losersexual ; pacing is iffy but it’s bc i wanted it to be short ; alcohol ; anything else i didn’t mention ; not proofread so prob spelling errors idk i wrote most on my phone

a/n: based off the time i got drunk and fell asleep in the wrong room… anyways my love for sana will NEVER DIE guess who’s BACK.

you wake up with a groan, face smushed against a cushion that's definitely not yours, and the first thing that hits you—aside from the dull pounding in your head—is the faint sound of a tv playing in the background.

slowly, you crack your eyes open, blinking against the morning light. you finally realize you’re not in your room, and the couch you're sprawled out on… also not yours.

you sit up too quickly and regret it immediately, head spinning, the room around you momentarily blurred. but then it sharpens, and your heart nearly stops when you spot her. sana, your neighbor—your gorgeous, gorgeous neighbor that you’ve been eyeing since you moved in—sitting across from you on her armchair, completely unbothered with her legs tucked underneath her, eyes fixed on the tv but clearly aware you’re awake now.

she’s holding a ceramic mug in one hand, and for some reason, that little detail makes everything so much worse.

because—how did you end up here?

you glance down at yourself and, of course, you’re still in your luigi costume from last night. the tight green tank top clings to you under the denim overalls (one strap purposely loose and falling off your shoulder because you’re desperate for attention in these trying times) which you had decided to wear in some ill-fated attempt to look “hot” while still committing to the theme. you had succeeded, at least you think, judging from the compliments you vaguely remember through the drunken haze of the halloween party. but now, under sana’s gaze, you suddenly feel a lot less confident about it.

“jesus christ,” you mutter, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together what happened. “what—”

“morning sleepy,” sana says, finally looking over at you, lips curling into a small, amused smile. “you came stumbling in after the party. i figured it was safer to let you crash here than send you back to your place like that.”

this has to be a nightmare.

her voice is casual, like this isn’t completely mortifying for you. like this isn’t the exact scenario your sleep-deprived, engineering-major brain has dreamed up in countless fleeting moments when you’ve caught glimpses of her in the hallways (well, you figured you’d be in a less embarassing scene) but now it’s real, and your heart is thudding painfully loud in your chest, and you can’t decide if you want to disappear or if you never want to leave.

(the first option might be the smartest)

you clear your throat, pushing down the urge to bury your face in your hands. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t—i didn’t mean to crash here like that. i must’ve been drunk out of my mind i— fuck, nayeon, that bitch… im sorry my friends they’re—“

“don’t worry about it,” she waves off your apology, taking a sip from her mug, her gaze briefly dipping down to your outfit before flicking back to your face. “i never knew luigi could look this good.” she adds, a smirk playing on her face that renders you weak.

you feel heat rise to your face instantly, and you’re pretty sure it’s not just the aftermath of all the alcohol you consumed last night. her words hang in the air, teasing, but there’s something else in her tone that sends a jolt through you. something that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed you feel, the snug fit of the tank top and the way her eyes had lingered on your exposed skin just for a second.

“uh—” you start, but your voice comes out strained, so you clear your throat again, scrambling for a response. “thank you…?”

she grins at your awkwardness, a soft, almost mischievous smile that only adds to the rising tension in the room. “you’re welcome.”

you force a laugh, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes your skin tingle. “right, well… thanks for, uh, taking care of me. and not letting me do something even more embarrassing.”

“more embarrassing than this?” sana raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your discomfort. she gestures toward your outfit with a nod, and you can’t help but huff a laugh this time, the tension breaking just a little.

“point taken,” you mutter, swinging your legs off the couch to stand, only for a wave of dizziness to hit. sana’s on her feet in a second, steadying you with a hand on your arm, her touch gentle but firm.

“easy,” she murmurs, and you freeze, suddenly way too aware of how close she is. her hand lingers just a second too long, and when she finally lets go, you feel like you can breathe again—but it doesn’t stop your pulse from racing.

her eyes dart down to the base of your neck and the intensity of her gaze is amplified.

“quite a hickey, huh?”

“what?” you had to be drunk drunk. you can’t recall anything about kissing girls, you’re not the type to be like that when under the influence. “that’s— i can’t even remember.”

“had fun, didn’t you?” sana looks back into your eyes, making you shrink despite her smaller frame. you feel sorry, you want to apologize for something you can’t even remember—you have no clue why. she’s just your neighbor. she’s the neighbor down the hall that greeted you kindly when you had moved in to town. the same neighbor that you had to blink multiple times at before realizing she’s not a fairytale princess that’s creeped out of the books.

you glance at the door, needing an escape, even though a very large part of you doesn’t want to leave just yet. but standing in her living room in yesterday’s clothes with your head still buzzing is doing nothing for your nerves.

“i should, uh, probably go,” you say, pointing vaguely toward the door.

sana steps back, giving you space, but her expression shifts into something playful as she watches you. “right. but hey—if you ever need a place to crash again, my couch is always open.”

you blink, not sure if she’s joking or if there’s more to that offer. but before you can overthink it, you nod, mumbling a quick, “thanks, i’ll keep that in mind,” before heading for the door.

and just as you’re about to step out, sana calls after you, her voice teasing, warm. “hey, luigi.”

you pause, turning to look at her.

she leans casually against the doorframe, eyes glinting with that same playfulness, and she gives you a slow, once-over before her lips curve into a smirk. “seriously. never knew luigi could be this hot.”

your heart stutters in your chest, and all you can do is laugh, a nervous, breathless sound, before quickly slipping out the door, your mind buzzing as you head back to your place.

sana always caught your eye, but now… now you’re pretty sure you’re never going to stop thinking about her.

—

the whole day you’re quite literally losing your mind. as soon as you crash onto your bed when you get back home, you cringe at how much of an idiot you are, and at the fact that you accepted every single drink handed to you by nayeon.

and then the next day, you’re still replaying the entire morning in your head—how sana’s words lingered, the way her eyes had flickered over you with that teasing smile. it’s been driving you to distraction all day. you couldn’t focus during class, barely heard a word your professor said, and by the time your last lecture ends, you’ve come to a decision.

you’re going to do something about it.

(you’re undeniably an idiot, but everyone in your circle knows that anyway.)

so after class, you stop by the small flower shop near campus. it’s not something you’d typically do—flowers and chocolate, that’s so cliché, right? but somehow it feels like the right move. sana had caught you completely off guard yesterday, and maybe it’s time you do the same.

you have a small conversation with the florist, who recommends her favorite assortment of tulips. you don’t want to do too much, so you settle with yellow tulips, their petals delicate and bright. simple, but thoughtful (you hope).

next, you pick out a small box of chocolates, nothing fancy but enough to show you’ve put some real thought into this. because somehow, leaving things the way they were feels unfinished.

you can’t possibly just leave it like that, you can’t have the only real memory and meaningful interaction between you and sana consist of you flat out drunk and at a loss for words.

you’re already a loser as it is, and especially when sana is around—whether that’s when you two both end up at the mailbox together, with you losing the ability to speak when she simply smiles and compliments you; and also the simple greetings when you two arrive at around the same time on wednesday’s and thursdays (not that you take note of it—you definitely do).

when you get home, you scribble out a short note on a small card:

hi sana,

thanks for letting me crash on your couch yesterday. i’m really, really sorry.

here’s a little something as a thank you. hope you like tulips.

and chocolate.

– luigi

you read it over twice, fighting the nervous energy bubbling up inside you. it’s playful, casual, but maybe—hopefully—it’ll make her smile. you take the flowers, chocolates, and the note, placing everything neatly in a small brown paper bag before heading down the hall.

when you reach her doorstep, your heart is pounding. you place the bag gently on the ground, adjusting the flowers one last time so they look perfect. then, you take a deep breath and knock, firm but quick, before spinning on your heel and rushing back to your own place.

you barely make it through the door before the nerves fully hit. your heart races, and you lean back against the door, letting out a heavy breath. what if she doesn’t like it? what if it’s too much?

but before your thoughts spiral too far, you hear the faint sound of her door opening down the hall, followed by the quiet shuffle of her picking up the bag.

there’s silence for a bit before you hear the door close again, earning a sigh of relief.

if your friends were to find out literally everything that had happened in the span of less than forty-eight hours, they’d tease you until you had to move out again.

—

the next night, you’re at your desk, buried in the engineering assignment youve been given that same day. something about fluid dynamics, a dense problem set that has you scribbling equations and checking graphs on your laptop. it’s not exactly easy to focus—your mind keeps wandering back to sana, the flowers, the chocolates, and really just everything about her. every time you think about her, a small smile tugs at your lips, despite the headache that’s building from the workload.

then, out of nowhere, you hear a knock at the door.

you blink, glancing at the clock. you’re not expecting anyone, and for a second, you wonder if you imagined it. but when the knock repeats, you push your chair back, setting aside your notes. still a little distracted by the assignment, you take your time getting up, stretching briefly before finally heading to the door.

when you open it, there’s no one there. just silence, the hallway empty. but as you glance down, you spot something on the floor—a folded piece of paper. your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin as you bend down to pick it up, already knowing who it’s from.

you unfold the note, and sana’s handwriting greets you:

so, you’re kinda cute even in that luigi costume—i couldn’t stop thinking about you

(i think you’re cute in uniform and not)

though i have to ask—what’s with the hickey? did luigi have a little too much fun? ;)

anyway, i liked the flowers. i liked the chocolates too.

but i think i like the person giving them more.

you should come over in five minutes if you’re not too shy. i mean, you weren’t that shy the other night ;)

– sana <3

your face heats up instantly as you read the hickey line, hand instinctively reaching to touch your neck. there’s no way, right? you don’t remember—

then it hits you. fuck. it wasn’t a hickey. nayeon had bullied you about how you ran into something that night at her party, some broom? wall? maybe momo elbowed you? or something. you’re not the type to just fuck random girls, not when you’re loyal to your neighbor that you utter maybe three sentences a week to if you’re lucky. but the thought of what had happened that night isn’t even important because now your mind’s racing, thinking about how sana’s teasing you. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you all giddy and nervous.

you reread the note, feeling that familiar nervous excitement grow. come over in five minutes if you’re not too shy. your pulse picks up. there’s no way you’re saying no to that.

without bothering to change out of your hoodie and sweats, you grab your keys, locking the door behind you as you head down the hall. your heart’s still racing, and your mind’s swirling with a mix of nerves and anticipation as you stop in front of sana’s door.

when she opens it, she’s standing there with that same playful smirk—sultry, seductive, and somehow so cute at the same time. her eyes gleam like she already knows exactly what’s going through your mind.

"took you long enough," she says, stepping aside to let you in, her voice warm, teasing. "for a second, i thought you’d be too shy to show up."

you huff a laugh, shaking your head as you walk inside, glancing around her apartment again. “i’m– i’m not.” it sounds unconvincing, but the woman in front of you thinks it’s adorable.

she quirks a brow, then smiles at that, closing the door behind you. "good to know." she says, handing you a small glass of wine and suddenly everything is a little bit too intimate.

the two of you end up sitting on her couch, the tv still softly playing in the background like it had been the other morning. the conversation flows easily—there’s that natural comfort between you now, even with the teasing tension that lingers under the surface.

she talks about herself and you talk about yourself too, piquing both your interests. small talk grows into something bigger and you two enjoy the newfound information you’re both learning about each other. you’re breaking the ice, maybe easing into the cold waters in comparison to splashing into it.

“so, about that hickey,” she says, leaning back into the couch, her grin widening as she glances pointedly at your neck. her leg crosses over the other and she holds the glass in her hand near her lips, a small smirk tugging at one corner. “i’m just saying, it looks a little suspicious.”

you roll your eyes, your face heating up again. “it’s not a hickey. i swear.”

“uh-huh,” she teases, clearly not letting it go. “sure it’s not.”

“apparently i hit a broom or wall—something like that.” you shake your head, laughing lightly, but there’s an undeniable pull between you two.

the way she looks at you, the way her smile lingers a little too long, and the way her knee brushes against yours every now and then—you have to hold yourself back from saying and doing a lot of things. it’s in the way her voice lowers when she speaks, soft and reeling.

you spend the next hour just talking, laughing, sharing random stories about classes, her teasing you about your engineering homework, and you teasing her back about her terrible taste in tv shows. every time she smiles or laughs, it feels like a small victory, something you want to keep chasing. and every time you speak her eyes are in deep contact with yours, spiking your heartrate without fail.

eventually, the conversation lulls, and there’s a moment of quiet where she looks at you, her eyes softening just slightly. “you know,” she murmurs, “i’m really glad you came over. this… was nice.”

“yeah,” you say, smiling back, your heart racing in your chest. “it was.”

“i always thought you were really cute,” she says before sipping on her white wine, “but i’m not a chaser.”

“is that right?”

“unless you count me responding to your apology, then yes.”

you laugh, setting the empty glass down.

“well,” you begin, biting your lip. “i like to pursue.”

“quite forward isn’t it?”

“you invited me over for wine, it doesn’t get more forward than what you’ve brought to the table.”

“is that so?” sana hums, tilting her head. she bites the inside of her lip, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “i think it can get more forward.”

your breath hitches in the slightest and you can tell sana’s noticed when she lets out that signature chuckle.

“well, i think it’s time to end the night. you were working on assignments prior, no?” you frown at the suggestion.

“i— yeah, you’re right.”

there’s a knowing smile on her lips, but you ignore it and stand up with her as she walks you to her door.

“i had a great time pretty girl,” she puts her hand on your forearm while saying it, her touch burning your skin. “hopefully we can be much more forward next time.”

you laugh. “i like the sound of that.”

“mhm, goodnight.” she says, grinning at you before meekly closing her door.

you purse your lips before walking down the hall and reaching your door. your hand lingers on the doorknob before you turn it and head in, feeling a sense of regret.

…

sana hears a knock at her door ten minutes later, turning off the sink and drying her hands before walking over to see what’s up.

the moment the door opens and sana sees you standing there, the look on her face is priceless.

“what—” she starts, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused, but before she can finish, you step forward, your hand reaching out to grab her forearm gently. you pull her just a little closer, your heart pounding as you look at her.

“i want to be more forward,” you admit, voice low, the question hanging in the space between you.

for a second, she just stares at you, wide-eyed, before a soft laugh escapes her. she gets it now. “oh, we’re moving pretty fast, aren’t we?” she teases, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “take me out to dinner.”

you grin, and she hesitates for a beat, but then she nods, and it’s enough—enough to send your pulse racing, enough for you to lean in. before you can close the distance, though, her hand comes up, fingers lightly brushing the base of your neck, and you feel her shiver as she touches you.

“you say that like,” you pause, observing the surprise and allure in her features. “like you didn’t eye-fuck me the other night.”

her cheeks flush as her fingers linger on your skin, and you catch the way she bites her lip, trying to hide her own smile. you don’t wait any longer.

you lean in and meet her lips with yours, melting into it just as she does.

it starts soft, just a gentle press of your lips against hers, but it quickly deepens as sana lets out a quiet, surprised sound that turns into something more—something she’s clearly enjoying a little too much. her hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, and the way she kisses you back sends a thrill through you.

before you know it, she’s dragging you inside, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other guiding you back toward the couch. the door closes behind you, but you barely notice, too focused on the way her lips move against yours.

when you finally pull back for air, she’s breathless, grinning like she’s just won something. “you should’ve been this forward earlier,” she teases, her thumb brushing against the side of your neck.

“yeah?” you ask, a little breathless yourself, but you can’t stop smiling.

“yeah,” she murmurs, eyes flickering down to your lips before she leans in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. sana is a great kisser, the type of kisser that leaves you wanting more and more. after a moment, she pulls back, just enough to whisper, “maybe you should stay a little longer.”

you can’t help but laugh softly. “you sure you can handle that?”

“please,” she says, eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous look. “you weren’t that shy the other night.”

“well i was drunk and—“

before you can even finish your response, she’s kissing you again, and this time, you’re more than happy to let her pull you even closer.

#kpop x reader #sana x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #minatozaki sana #minatozaki sana x reader

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ryuseibutgayer · 1 year ago

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GAHHHJ IM SORRY BUT I LOVE MIZO MID BOYS SM 😭

A little cuddling date with Mizo mid boys sound sosososisosiisossoso 🥹

🦈

I LIVVVVVVE MY SWEET ANON （*＾3＾）/～☆ My apology for this being as late as it was- I was so excited to work on this too, it's such a sweet idea 😭 I was just bombarded by horrific news and bad weather, I hope you can at least understand (I won't wish you to know the experience, because if you do, then we both know how shitty it is).

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚜𝚜 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊

YAMAGISHI

• If you two just set up the date where the raw purpose of it is to cuddle

•Oohhhhh boy

• Better hope you don't move a lot cause there's so much SHIT just SPEWN ALLLLLL OVER HIS BED AND BETWEEN THE BLANKETS 😭

• It's only shit he planned to be there tho• Like Yamagishi wanted you to be able to just palm around the blankets and just pull out a snack bag from the bed's inventory

• So thoughtful

• if you're a cold person, I genuinely don't know how you'll feel knowing this but

• He's like grossly warm

• Yes yay he's warm and cuddly and all nice wooo

• But what the fuck

• Shottie's that weiiiird warm, I don't know if you understand but

• There you go

• Do with that what you will

• I get the feeling that he routinely gets up to pee every half hour 😭

• HIS CUDDLES ARE GREAT! His arms are just MWAH smug and comfy- it's just- fucking sit still boy, cmon

• He's definitely the guy to rest his chin on top of your head. Big spoon or little spoon, he gotta have a chin spot

• If he could sit still, he'd be a solid 9/10 cuddler, so I'm gonna go ahead and put him as a 8.2 😌

MAKOTO

• t h e r e . i s . n o . e s c a p e .

• He's very polite and makes sure to ask if you're all comfyyyyy or if there's anything you might need to grab to have nearrrr and he snuggles up so nice as (preferably) the bigger spoooon

• and once he has his hands on you

• you're not fucking leaving

• excuse you? No, I don't care if your colon implodes, we're on a fucking cuddle date, that means cuddles and you can't give cuddles if you LEAVE ME-

• 😭😭 I mean he doesn't mean to, and I swear he barely notices it ok?

• I don't know how you guys feel about being a prisoner to a caring partner who wouldn't even realize if you stopped breathing during a cuddle date

• LEMME EXPLAIN HERE

• He's got you, his beloved partner, under his arm and sharing warm, loving affection. What else could he need to relax?

• n e w s a r t i c l e s . 🗞

• He's at peace with you so he's taking the time to relax and read through things going on with the media on his phone and just generally zone out

• He's not focused on you at all like consciously

• So if you feel loved being both coddled and neglected, he's the one guys. 😭👍

• Personally I'd give him an extra 2 points for how soft his body is like? Bro? How the-?? So sadly he's the lowest ranking of the Mizo Middle boys with a (not too bad!!) 6.7/10

TAKUYA

• I swear he's so

• G A H (lovingly)

• allow me to start off by saying he's the softest and firmest motherfucker out there

• AND AND AND READER- AND READER AND READER AND READER

• HES GOT CHIPMUNK CHEEEEEKS

• if you squish them he's just gonna whine at you to knock it off 😭

• He's the perfect temperature ALWAYS

• He doesn't mind any specific cuddling forms and is just generally glad to have time to spend with you

• NEJSKWKEKSKAKKW

• He's a very sleepy guy, I personally believe he has a work-out routine he strictly sticks to in order to obtain the muscles of his dreams

• Imagine how nice they'll be to lay on when he's older omg

• but anyways 💀

• He's so great, he's just the greatest back pack or the best little body pillow to squeeze• He can't help himself from falling asleep tho, and that's like the only downside to cuddling with this guy 😭

• So I'm gonna go ahead and give him a solid 9/10 😌

AKKUN

• .....this boy-

• no forget politeness

• This BITCH AND HIS H A I R

• THE FUCKING HAIR

• HE HAS SUCH A HARD TIME TRYNA GET COMFORTABLE WITH YOU WITHOUT RUINING HIS HAIR 😭😭 IT'S BEYOND RIDICULOUS

• He is obsessed with cuddling, however

• He's a super soft huggy boy who just wants to hold ya gently while watching something together and squish your shoulders or your hips outta nowhere

• I feel like if yall cuddled and he wasn't watching or reading anything and being distracted,

• Yall would be having a 3am deep type conversation at like 7pm 😭

• like if there's no TV and no book or phone, it's just YOU 👁👁

• He's a tiny bit chilly but his skin is super soft

• He moisturizes 🤫

• You KNOW he smells like those really nice hair products you normally only get to smell fresh after a haircut yk?

• I feel like he has to readjust his feet a bit cause- sorry honey, but them feet colder than the grim reaper's grasp 😭💀

• Like yall watchin a movie and he moves to get his knee up more and get comfy at the hip• And this mfs luggy ass toes just scrape your foot• He apologies it's fine

• .....bro if you got a foot fetish tho he's gonna be disgusted by any comments you make, I hope you're aware people hate you

• like

• uhh no judgement tho??

• Anyways, considerate boy is a pretty good 7.4/10 cuddler 😌

• If yall are disappointed and think I rated him too low, no disrespect but FUCK YALL 😭 YOU DONT KNOW MY COLD ASS FEET TRAUMAS

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

And we leave off on a very odd note- but I definitely feel the mizo middle boys are high ranking cuddlers

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your-local-mom-whore · 1 year ago

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I’ve seen these around and I always love them so I made one of my own. May I present…

Redacted audio characters as things my friends and I have said:

“I hate when I can hear a man breathe.” -Vincent speaking about Adam

“I would’ve walked into traffic honestly” -Lasko

“In our scare men era.” -literally all of the Shaw pack mates

“I’m sick but in love.” -David

“I love when a man sounds like he’s in agony because he loves his partner so much.” -Lovely

“Imagine losing your job for being a slut.” -Aaron

“I take joy in ruining a man’s day.” -Alexis

“If I stabbed him then what?” -Darlin

“I look forward to waking up and being mean to him.” -Asher about Christian

“Yeah literally in between his thighs is my head.” -Damien

“ No literally why are you off script?” -Marcus or Kody

“She’s a liam girl.” -Angel

“IM THE DUMBEST BITCH!” -Guy

“Like I’m sorry I didn’t know this was a WHORE HOUSE.” -anyone speaking to Gavin (with love of course)

“Any man I see I’m gonna spit on for rihanna.” -Freelancer

“Shit made me wanna take a melatonin too, lord.” -Sam

“Can’t a bitch go sleepy?” -Ollie

“I just got feelings a year ago.” -Gavin

“I’ll be quiet and cry only a little.” -Lasko

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #I hope you guys like this #because I was dead making it😂

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my-name-is-jefferooni · 1 year ago

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Metal Sonic is such a deep character you guys

IT IS LATE IN THE NIGHT AND I HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING BUT THE BRAINWORMS ARE BRAINWORMING SO I HAVE NI CHOICE BUT TO DUMP THIS SUPER DUPER ANALYSIS ON IDW METAL SONIC AKA THE PSYCHOLOGY OF A ROBOT. PLEASE ENJOY CUZ I AM VERY SLEEPY.

Okay, we all know who Metal is. If I have to explain who this adorkable little scrimblo is to you then why are you reading this? (Hope that didn’t sound mean I’m sorry) And he’s one of the most beloved Sonic characters in the fandom, at least from what I’ve heard, and it makes sense! The guy’s debut was fucking awesome! But even though I know a lot of you love the fact that the guy is just pure evil due to his software and his loyalty to Eggman and blah blah blah… I’m not too into that.

HECK YEAH BAYBEEEEEE IM GIVING YOU REASONS WHY METAL HAS A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Now I will be covering everything that is strictly within the IDW timeline, which is still a bit unclear when it comes to past events. So, for simplicity’s sake, I’ll only be including all the mainstream Sonic games that take place before the comics, including the storybook games as they were referenced in the beginning of the Metal Virus saga. (And also including the OVA to some degree) Now then, with that out of the way, ENOUGH DILLY-DALLYING!! LET’S GET TO THE FUCCIN MEAT OF THIS BITCH!!

Metal was created way back when Sonic was still just a kid. Amy still had a crush on the guy, Tails was still gaining his sense of independence, and Knuckles was still an idiot. And compared to Sonic himself, Metal was the superior to all of them. He had speed, guts, glory, strength, smarts, wit, and a willpower that rivaled the original blue hedgehog! Compared to the rest, Metal was simply better in every way!

But when he went head-to-head against the organic blue idiot, something went wrong. Metal had completed his objective, tracked down Sonic and beat him to a pulp, but then without falter, the guy challenged him to a race… And he won.

How, though?? Metal is superior! He is the better version of whoever the heck this… This weird, fleshy, quillt monster is! He’s faster, stronger, smarter…! Everything about him just screams perfection! So how did he lose to the inferior shade of blue!? Why couldn’t he catch up!? Why was this amateur so much better than him!?

Why did he act like he was better than Metal…?

A few months later, Metal began studying the blue rodent via Robotnik’s hidden cameras all throughout Mobius. He began seeing things from his point of view, seeing how bright and disgusting his life was. But what really caught his attention was when Sonic bled. Red ooze dripped from his knee when he took a particularly dangerous tumble, the liquid from within staining the Mobian’s quills. He washed it out in the nearby river just a few moments later, but that moment always stuck with Metal. He tried many times to get himself to bleed red as well, tried everything from needles to dangerous tests to going out of his way to get beat up all over again! But no matter what he did, no red ooze trickled down his leg like Sonic the Hedgehog’s had.

This meant that Sonic was organic. He was born and raised where he stood, since according to classic Mobian biology, one had to go through many years of growth and development if they were to bleed. Sonic was one of those people, having grown and developed and changed and… Well. That could only mean one thing, could it? Metal had only been born a few months ago, but Sonic… He was probably years old at this point, meaning he had come first.

Metal was not the original.

After coming to this disappointing realization, Metal gained a few upgrades. No longer would he be bested in a race against that disgusting blue rodent, no! Now he was better, faster, stronger than he ever could’ve imagined! And with these new upgrades, Metal swept the floor with his organic counterpart on the icecaps, and didn’t leave any room for improvement on the other’s end.

AND I HAVE TO CUT IT THERE BECAUSE IM FUCKING TIRED AND IDK WHAT ELSE FO WRITE FOR NOW IM SORRY IM SORRY I HAVE TO IT IS 11:30 IN THE PM RIGHT NOW AND I HAVE SCHOOL AND I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO BED SOON OKAY IM SORRY BUT SLEEP IS MORE IMPIRTANT THAN CHARACTER ANALYSIS I KNOW I KNOW

I PROMISE I WILL CONTINUE THIS BECAUSE I LOVE METAL A TON SO YES THIS WILL CONTINUE HOPEFULLY TOMORROW

Thanks for reading and have a great day/night!

#Diayfvbudgfagvbvdfuhbdvfuyb WRITING DRAMATIC STUFF IS SO HARDDDDDDD #OKAY I NEED TO GO BRUSH TEETH BYE #blog/ask stuff

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davy-zeppeli · 1 year ago

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((sorry lmao im dying to know the wrong way mike would fuck))

my first instinct is honestly to say 'at all' because that man had zero swag. he deserved zero bitches. my man fucks like just some guy. minimum effort. and yet. and yet. and YET. we are enthralled. and proceed to write him with having stamina and charm. I'm talking out of my ass here but does it sound vaguely educated. i am so sleepy

#ily anon #sorry about this delusional and spaced out reply I am tired and in pain #however my need to respond to Mike queries bests that pain #ask

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collar-shocked · 4 months ago

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i keep thinking about the reccomendation for fix, hooker with a penis.. do you have any similar song reccomendations? im very big on music so sorry if it comes off as repetitive

whatever- butthole surfers, law song rec (necro themed.. vaugely, if you see the idea)

also, since its ooc, what are some of your favorite little tidbits/hcs for lawrence? hope you dont mind all the asks about him.. -🫀

I don't think I have anything else that sounds like hooker with a penis, but I DO have some more Ren/Fox-in-power oriented songs if that's what you're after !!

CMND/CTRL by Deftones

Capital G by Nine Inch Nails

Carnivore by Starset

Violent Pornography by System Of A Down (probably the closest on this list tbh..... its got the Signature Sound)

Wretches and Kings by Linkin Park

Feed the Wolf by Breaking Benjamin

The Game by Disturbed

Planet Telex by Radiohead (this ones loose, it just reminds me of him so i wanted to include it :3)

Dw, I LOVE music dgfioinekg I'll check that one out too ! thank u kind heart anon.......

AAAA LAW TIDBIT & HC TIME LETS GO

My absolute favorite is things regarding his family. Idk, I love extensions of characters- I've made so many that would be weird to share that I can't even count.

I also really like when people make his hair longer than it is. Lawrence looks so good with long hair <3

I like how he's portrayed autisticly, yet not STATED to be autistic. (totally not related to recent wonders ive had abt myself lol)

He's exactly a foot taller than me and we share blue eyes!!! idk im just very giddy abt it dfbklmdf

hes just..... gorgeous to me??? idk. I really like his color palette. I really like his personality and how careful he is. I like what he becomes, and how he's just A Guy. massive comfort character. happy to have him!

the fact he was homeschooled, yet this doesn't appear to have a negative effect on him as a person, is very refreshing. hes just A Guy who had some education at home.

I really, REALLY like how non-sexual his route is. Given, you CAN sex the blond, and he DOES get frisky when "feeling close" to the MC, but compared to everyone else, he's so,,, withheld. It really proved that sex itself doesn't sell the games, and that being averse to sex doesn't make a person any less attractive or desirable !!! look at him! bitchless! yet SO many bitches!!!

im sorry that this was just a huge ramble sjdfndfj i am very sleepy and worn out after song-hunting............

#ooc #screamo-mun #muse:#L A W

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achaotichuman2-0 · 8 months ago

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heyy

first of all, i wanna apologise for that comment 😭😭😭

so, it was like 3 am, and i was so sleepy i could barely keep my eyes open. i also have severe anxiety and fear of people ignoring me and all, so i was already very nervous sending you the ask about clogged fyp, and when you didnt reply, i thought you were offended or something. so i sent another ask asking if you got the message because here was a possibility something happened with the ask or it got lost in the inbox.

when you didnt reply to that too, my nervousness and anxiety skyrocketed.

i didnt realise how mean sounding my comment was until i went to sleep, and i kinda lost sleep over it lol becuase i was so scared youll hate me or something.

all this to say, i know the reasons up there are no excuse, but i genuinely did not want to be mean to you and it was just my sleeplessness and anxiety speaking

again, im so sorry for being mean, it was never my intention

pleeeasseeee forgive me im so sorryyy

(ps this is the last you see of me because im gonna go die in a ditch and cut off human interactions 🫠)

Omg, its okay. Anxiety and sleepness is an absolute bitch. I’m dealin with it at the moment as well. Do not worry, all is forgiven. It wasnt that bad trust me I was just a little pissed. But I promise you are completely fine.

I know your original request was only meant in good faith. I am sos orry you are having to deal with this right now. I promise you I do not hate you or anything. You are A okay in my books. Please make sure to get some sleep, drink water and eat properly! I wish all the best for you!

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physicallyherementallykissingmen · 9 months ago

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in advance,,, sorry,,, thought I would write some thoughts I had about my oc and arthur out. again sorry, so cringe, so sorry, so so so sorry. IM SORRY OKAY. IM SORRY. god damn you soren for saying I should post this.

cw for implied(?) self harm, canon typical violence, murder, kinda gore, past child abuse, arthur shelby sr. is a bitch, animal death? idk, everyone is unhappy, not just my character, ptsd too? it’s not said but incredibly obvious, no beta read we die like john, also cringe :(

THIS IS SO BAD I AM SO SORRY

thinking about parker always having the feeling that arthur wasn’t built or cut out to kill. even in the war he could see how his fingers shook around the trigger of his gun, he would stay up until morning hearing him sob as quietly as possible from the cot next to him. the few times he’d try to offer comfort to him at the late hours of the night (or early hours of the morning) he’d play it off as a nightmare or something, getting out of his ‘sleepy’ state as slowly as possible to give arthur time to regain his composure. he’d play coy as he offered him a cigarette and a light. they’d talk of anything but the hell they were currently in. parker would wait arthur out some nights, as tired as he was he would will himself to stay up by occupying himself with a newspaper he’d picked up while passing through a town or burning ash into his skin as he ‘accidentally’ lost grip of his cigarette , at least until arthur finally fell back asleep.

even in birmingham when word was spread of how arthur murdered a young boxer in the ring, parker knew it wasn’t a killing of pride or ego. parker knew what had happened because whatever god who had let this happened knew that he’d done the same.

he still doesn’t know where he was, he barely knew who he was when it happened. all he knows is that he was down some dark alleyway, being followed a few paces behind by some drunken man who claimed parker had pickpocketed him. he did of course, but he wasn’t and still isn’t one to admit when he’s in the wrong. when the man caught up to him, yelling swears and insults at him, parker had remembered the distinct sound of a pistol reloading from behind him. And for the first time since the war (maybe even adolescence) he remembered what it felt like to go into a blind rage.

it was just as it sounded. he couldn’t make out much of what he was seeing at all, just some light from a nearby lamppost illuminating the alley.

as much as he didn’t remember what he saw, it only heightened every other sense. he heard every hit he landed on this random man who had the misfortune on catching him on such a night as this one. he heard the sounds only become more wet and dank the more he wailed on him. he felt his hands covered in blood, the unmistakable smell of iron burned into his nostrils.

he wasn’t sure when he pulled the pocket knife strapped to his ankle out, but he knew he was too far gone to stop.

when he looks back on it during quiet moments of the day, he knows the man didn’t want much from him other than his wallet back. but in that alleyway he knew that the man was going to kill him. so of course he had to kill him. as he lays in bed at night, especially while arthur is still out, not laying beside him, he knows killing him was an understatement. when he found his bearings after he’d tired himself out to the point he could no longer inflinct any sort of damage to the man who was no longer moving or making an sound below him, his vision returned to him. the mental image of the man’s face and neck still makes him refuse meals to this day.

that night validated that arthur wasn’t killing to kill in the ring that night. he killed out of fear for his life.

parker’s sneaking suspicion that arthur wasn’t made to kill was only confirmed by a drunken tommy at the garrison one weekend. parker wasn’t sure how they’d gotten on the topic of arthur, but tommy confided in the blinder before him. he told him of how he remembered the first time their father took arthur hunting for rabbits as a young boy. he remembered how arthur returned home. his older brothers bloodshot eyes and red nose unnoticeable by the fact he was beaten black and blue. he’d heard it from his mother before arthur could pull himself together well enough to say what happened before bursting into tears again. while on the hunting trip, arthur begged and pleaded with his father not to kill the rabbit they caught.

tommy added on that about two years back, arthur made an offhand comment that for begging his father not to put a bullet in the rabbit’s head, he was the one who had to.

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ITS BAD IM SORRY.

also sorry arthur......

not putting tags, don’t want anyone to know this exists.

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bubblesthetherapyfish · 4 months ago

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my head hurt today :/

got the trial unlocked but was too sleepy last night so i waited until today

krile i know you'll do fine it's okay 😭

"Innovator"

im doing it with npcs for the dialogue

NO WAY THEY MADE AN EASIER VERSION OF THAT OMEGA ULTIMATE MECH???????

I FUCKING DIED AT THE VERY END AAAAAAAUGRUHFD

okay after doing the ENTIRE FUCKING TRIAL again i won

i loved the sound design in that fight it was so haunting and scary, really made valigarmanda feel like something utterly incomprehensible

you'll get there wuk lamat 👉🏾👈🏾

what miracle

djfhgf poor erenville, sounds like it sucked having to wait back there

this sure sounds like a primal tempering people but i could be off

time to unlock flying!!

im sorry why does the saltwater in this quest imply the wol tasted it 😭😭

my kitty's sleeping next to me....

this questline about helping a guy learn about adventuring is really nice

please say we actually get to rest this time 😭

YIPPEE

my daughter is so cringefail

I DO NOT SLEEP LIKE THAT

time to see the place where Weird Shit happened

yes i'll hold your hand babygirl

damn a lotta shit happens in yak t'el

what do you know tobli hmmm??

oh that IS everyone

oh boy who's getting stuck with bakool ja ja

me too alisaie

PHEW

A COOK-OFF????

guys who've only been to garlemald: sure am getting a lot of garlemald vibes from this place

yeah and the moblins drink uhhh......... :')

i wonder if we'll end up failing this and have to steal the keys

NOT THE FUCKING FIREWOOD AGAIN

wuk evu jumpscare

ah lads not again

oh this place...

whoa it's galuf

ooo a present from this quest

alphy you will not know peace as long as you are like this

did urianger look at the fucking stars to figure out the seasoning

YEAH IM AN OMNICRAFTER

5 seconds of main theme

wuk lamat having the time of her life while krile and wol are sensing the murderous fucking intent 😭

what is up with galuf

this bitch is gonna turn up alive or something

with what little i know about ff5 krile and galuf i guess it could be something crazy

krile is such a patient person, my ass would be like fuck you mean you can't tell us????

i kinda thought he might be her dad based on those looks from earlier

i feel like it's actually a bad time to be splitting up with koana's party cause with just one keystone left zoraal ja could just team up with bakool ja ja and ambush wuk lamat's party for the ones we have

i'm too tired for the fight so i'll do it after sleeping (eventually)

7.0 time

jumpscared by new quest jingle

WHAT THE HELL

my mouth looks so different when it's open 😭

my lips are so tiny

sirensong sea 2?

wave goodbye to your fucking children you bitch!!!!!!!

alright im gonna pause to fantasia

yeah im just changing the lips (and finally getting my lion tail yippee)

hello person with green hair who won't be an important character for sure

my fucking load times boy

whoa another motion sickness friend!!!!

holy shit that line read was so funny

it's raining cats and dogs and even horses here

yeah i've done leviathan 2000 times already

i got so caught up in enjoying the new city i forgot to write anything 🌮

"crunchy"

MY FUCKING TACOOOOOOOOOSSSSSS

the way krile says tacos like she's never pronounced it before (she hasn't)

damn they hittin us with the "set aside sufficient time" already?

HEY I KNOW THAT GUY

when did my wife get here and why didn't he say anything

go off babygirl

oh that's a sweet nickname

ewwww

i like this catboy he's got good sense

krile my beloved

THAT'S A LOTTA FUCKIN PEOPLE

*remembers my catboy* nah im good

im so curious about zoraal ja ja

oh the echo??

aww she's happy even with a few people cheering for her

okay byeee

looks like split paths coming up?

oh huh it actually locks you out of the other now

BLUE QUESTS

outta my way gayboy i got unlocks

i am once again starting an expansion off by buying a cat minion

this trading segment is so fun

i like this hot pink bitch named breakfast

what the fuck is that an hq alpaca

whoa erenville smiled

AGAIN WITH THE FIREWOOD

my son will never know peace

i hope the hanu ate good while we were gone

so ive done the pelupelu half of the quests and the blue questline. i think i really like the pelupelu, it's interesting to see a culture based around business that's different from ul'dah and im excited to unlock their society quests. im also curious about zoraal ja ja's motivations, i can kinda understand his whole thing of wanting to teach the people a lesson but im sure there's more to it i haven't seen yet

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep.

You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement.

She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.

“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.

The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.

Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times.

Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”

With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.

Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.

“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.

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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks.

“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.

He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”

But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.

Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.

“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.

George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”

“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”

You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.

Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into.

Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild.

“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.

Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.

George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.

Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug.

You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.

“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth.

“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.

Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.

George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.

Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”

“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.

The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?”

With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”

Ron smiles, “Wicked.”

Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.

You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.

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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.

Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins.

“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo.

Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts.

You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”

Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”

Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.

Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.

“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin.

The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.

Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”

You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement.

“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye.

“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.

Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.

George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”

Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”

You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone.

Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs.

Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”

“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!”

Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.

George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”

“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.

“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”

You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”

With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization.

From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love.

“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom.

“Coming, my peanut!”

You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.

You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville.

As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.

“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely.

You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!”

Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead.

You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.

The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.

Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”

You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.

Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”

You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.

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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.

You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.

She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.

Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?”

You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”

Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!”

Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head.

An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.

Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”

With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

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Solstice - Inner Circle/ Valkyries

Warning ⚠️: Cuteness alert. All things wingspans and snowball fights. Feysand and Nyx fluff/ chaotic inner circle and valkyrie grouping.

Side Note: Sorry this came out so late, its been a rough week but Im so happy with this one and oh Feysand Mafia next!

Rhys had woken up just before the crack of dawn and pecked a sleepy Feyre with several kisses. Feyre had laughed and watched her mate get dressed in his winter leathers in record time. Her mate looked excited for this years snowball fight, apparently it was the year where he would decimate his brothers. He had a whole plan worked out. A plan that he had worked on for a year, no seriously, the man had a whole section of his office dedicated to this “plan”.

Rhys looked gleeful, saying he would finally have Az kneel in surrender because Azriel would for the first time in over 500 years be absolutely distracted and exhausted. This was Rhys’s chance at payback for the awful beating Az gave him two solstices back when he mated Feyre.

Now normally Feyre would disagree with her mate about the Shadowsinger ever being distracted but she had seen the looks shared between the Shadowsinger and the Valkyrie last night and Rhys was right, Azriel was going to face hell today.

Rhys moved towards the basinet and gave a slumbering Nyx a soft kiss. Just then, an impatient knock sounded at the door. Rhys opened it to find Cassian standing and tying his hair with an elastic band.

“You ready?”

“Ready to win? Yes.”

Cassian scoffed, “In your dreams brother. Now lets drag that doofus out.”

Feyre rolled her eyes at the pair from the bed, “You know you guys could just let him enjoy this time with his mate and do your snowball fight later?”

Rhys looked at her as if she had grown out two heads, Cassian let out a gasp.

“Delay. DELAY our snowball fight?!”

“Shh!! Nyx is sleeping Cass”, said Rhys.

Feyre glared and whispered screamed at Cass, “Cass use your freaking inner voice because I swear to Cauldron if you wake my child up, I will kill you.”

Cassian lowered his voice because he wasn’t dumb enough to mess with his high lady’s threat especially when she was sleep deprived.

“Well Rhys and I didn’t get any exemptions neither should Az. Besides, I have a plan.”

“Of course you do”, muttered Feyre as she shook her head.

“Azriels going to be distracted about Gwyn, Rhys is going to be absolutely exhausted because of sleep deprivation courtesy of my ally Nyx.”

Rhys raised his eyebrow, “It’s not like you intentionally made Nyx keep us up during the nights.”

Cassian offered him a smug grin, “I don’t know, the sugar cookies I’ve given the little guy just before bedtime sure might have helped.”

“You son of a bitch!”, whispered yelled Rhysand.

“Seriously Cass? You didn’t think about me?”

“Sorry Feyre babe but you were collateral damage. I have to win this one.”

Rhys began pushing Cassian out the door until he stopped and gave Feyre an intrigued look, “How do you know they are mates though?”

“It’s obvious. You’d have to be blind not to see it and Rhys the other section of your office is dedicated to matchmaking plans for those two. You literally named the file.”

Rhys’s eyes widened, “I have no idea what you’re on about.”

“Umm hmm, don’t think I don’t know why you insisted on making them partners for the new mission.”

“What was the files title?”, asked an amused Cass.

“Gwynriel Is Endgame Plan”, announced a snickering Feyre.

Cassian chuckled and a blushing Rhys simply shrugged, “What.. they’re cute okay. I ship it.”

“We all do, now lets go drag him out.”

Feyre went back to bed but she could hear Rhys and Cassian banging on Azriels door down the hallway and yelling at him to get out.

Azriels groaning voice sounded through the hall alongside his feet being dragged along the wooden floor by his two brothers.

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Feyre couldn’t help but share an amused smirk with her sister as a dishevelled looking Gwyn came down the staircase.

“Rough night Gwyneth dear?”, said Nesta wiggling her eyebrows.

Gwyn gave her bestfriend an exasperated look as she said hello to everyone at the table. Amren waved back as she ate her cereal, Emerie snickered before digging into her eggs again.

“It’s too early in the morning for this Nesta”, said Gwyn as she made a grab for the coffee and sat besides Feyre who gave her a side hug in greeting.

“Where’s my favourite man?”

“Well he’s at the annual snowball fight of course.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes, “I meant Nyx, Ness. And also do they seriously have a snowball fight every year?”

“Yeap”, responded Feyre and Nesta.

“I’m pissed they didn’t invite me. I’d have loved to smash their faces.”

“Ooooh because they ruined your sexy time with a certain Shadowsinger?”

“Nesta”, Emerie warned and bumped her wing against the Valkyrie.

“Mor took Nyx with to get the…. well for shopping errands” said Feyre.

Amren snorted and went back to reading her newspaper.

Just then Mor came rushing in with a bouncing and giggling Nyx in her arms.

“I got them! I got them! Is she up?!”

“Took you long enough”, said an eager Nesta making a grab for the shopping bag and putting out the condiments.

“It was cold and I wanted to make sure to wrap an extra layer on Nyx. Hey Gwyn, so happy you’re finally up.”

“Ummm… why?”

Feyre decided to approach the topic given that her sister and Mor had literally no tact this morning.

“We were hoping you could help us settle a hypothesis of sorts.”

“A hypothesis?”

“Yes. You see there’s a saying that an Illyrian males wingspan has a correlation with the size of another part of his anatomy.”

Gwyn raised an eyebrow, “What part?”

“His joystick in the land down under”, exclaimed an excited Mor.

“His Firehose”, added Nesta.

“His dingaling”, countered Mor and on and on it went between the two.

“His frank and beans.”

“His jackhammer.”

“Oooh ooh his trouser snake.”

“Stop oh my god! I think she gets it”, begged a pleading Emerie holding her head in her hands.

Gwyns eyes were wide in shock.

Feyre patted her on the back, “You see Azriel has the biggest wingspan so we would just like to see you confirm this certain hypothesis. It’s a science experiment really.”

Nesta and Mor eagerly nodded and Gwyn looked back at the High Lady who had an imploring look on her face, “Oh don’t use that look on me! You’re the worst of them all Feyre.”

Feyre simply smirked and shrugged as everyone laughed. Nyx reached for Feyre and she placed him in her lap and gave him a kiss.

Gwyn however choked on her coffee as she finally spotted the items Mor had brought and Nesta had placed on the table.

Lined up was a variety of food items. A cucumber, a banana, an ecclair, an eggplant, a hot dog, a corn on the cob and a baguette.

Gwyn looked at everyone and Emerie simply raised her hands as if to say she had nothing to do with this.

“Okay so point to the item that is most similar. You can point to two different ones to kind of imply the length and the girth” said an excited Nesta who was practically bouncing in her seat.

“Are you guys crazy?!”

“Its for science!”, all three of the ladies yelled.

“Schieeenceee”, repeated a babbling Nyx from Feyre’s seat.

Everyone laughed and the toddler basked in the attention and clapped his hands. He looked up at Feyre and she felt him give her a questioning brush against her mind, he then asked “Da da?”

She smiled, Nyx was very attached to Rhys just as Rhys was very attached to Nyx. The two couldn’t stay apart for a long period of time so Nyx was often found at Rhys’s office, or at important meetings. She brushed a hand over his dark hair and offered a reassuring brush of her mind against his. “He’s not at home sweety, but he will be soon.”

Nyx smiled up at her and settled against her playing with the ring on her hand.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this”, said a groaning Gwyn to a pleading Nesta who had not stopped pestering her.

Just as Gwyn was about to point at the items, Nyx suddenly disappeared from Feyre’s arms.

“Nyx not again!”

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“Son of a bitch Cass!”, yelled out a swearing Azriel from behind his fort.

Rhys couldn’t blame him, Cassian was set on killing them both today. Honest to god, his throws today were even more accurate than his spear throws in battle. So basically a 110% accuracy.

Rhys gathered a snowball in his hands and while Cassian was busy attacking Azriel, he threw the ball aimed at the back of Cassians head. Rhys put out his entire weight into the throw, and heard the whistle of the ball as it smashed into its target.

“Fucking ow!”, exclaimed Cassian rubbing the back of his head.

Azriel wasted no opportunity, he swung the snowball from one side at Cass whereas Rhys threw his from the other side. Cassian staggered backwards under the assault, trying to find his way back to the safety of his fort.

“My eyes! I’m blind!”

“You’re so dramatic”, yelled out an amused Azriel.

“Oh yeah? Come out here away from your hiding spot and see how it is!”

Rhys was just about to throw his next attack on an unsuspecting Azriel when he heard a soft angelic voice from the middle of the field.

“Da da?”

It couldn’t be. Surely not.

His son couldn’t have winnowed all the way here. He winnowed, but only on estate grounds premises, this however was way too far from his usual winnowing perimeters. Up until now, his budding powers only allowed winnowing to that distance.

Were his brothers laying a trap on him? Rhys peeked over his fort and sure enough there was his son sitting on the snow covered field patting the ground with his chubby little glove covered hands.

Rhys ran out of his fort towards Nyx and yelled out at Cass and Az not to throw anything. Nyx exclaimed out a “Da!” and started crawling towards his jogging father.

Cass and Azriel peeked over their forts and looked at one another suspiciously.

“It’s not a trap is it?”, asked Cassian.

“Surely he wouldn’t use Nyx as a trap. Would he?”

“Well I did.”

“Yeah but thats because you’re an ass.”

“Hey! That hurt.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No but still!”

Rhys picked up his son and made sure he was covered enough for the cold weather. Feyre’s frantic call came to him a second later,

Rhys, Nyx winnowed again but he’s nowhere on the estate grounds!

He’s with me

What?!

Yeah he winnowed in the field.

He’s going to give me a heart attack one day.

Rhys chuckled and offered her a reassuring brush of his mind.

Is he warm enough?

Yes love, I’ll look after him.

What about your snowball fight?

Well looks like Nyx is joining in this year.

Good god.

“What’s going on?”, asked Azriel from behind his fort.

“Nyx winnowed into the field.”

“You’re not using him as a trap are you?”

Rhys gave his general an exasperated look, Nyx looked at his father and then mirrored the same look towards his uncle Cass.

“What?… stranger things have happened.”

Rhys shook his head as the two made their way over the field. Nyx giggled at the snowfall and Rhys used night kissed air to form a tiny snow tornado in his free hand. Nyx touched it and giggled at the ticklish feeling of it.

“Alright buddy, how about you make your own snow angel?”

Rhys carefully layed Nyx down and moved his arms and legs to make a snowangel. Nyx babbled and laughed the entire time.

Azriel and Cassian finally made their way over and layed down next to Nyx to make their own snow angels on either sides of him. Rhys laughed at the final image of the snowangels, well three snowangels with bat like wings.

As Cass and Azriel got up, just for the sake of revenge, Cassian quickly made a snowball and threw it in Azriels face.

“God da-“, Azriel stopped himself from swearing near Nyx and glared at a smug Cassian.

Rhys picked up an amused Nyx and let him stand. Nyx bent down to grab snow and made a ball just like Cassian did.

He held up the ball and showed it to Rhys.

“Shnoow da da!”.

“Yes snow buddy.”

Just as Rhys finished, Nyx threw the ball in his fathers face. Right in his right eye.

Cassian hollered laughing, he laughed so hard he fell back into the snow. Azriel barked out a short laugh and gave Nyx a high five.

“Good job my man!”

And so four forts were made in close vicinity and Azriel, Cassian and Rhys playfully hid behind them as Nyx threw his snowballs at them. They threw light small ones in return and Nyx laughed every time.

The boys were super dramatic each time they let Nyx aim a throw at them. They grabbed their hearts and fell to the ground, they let out loud “oomph you got me bad Nyxy”, they ran towards the hiding spots begging for his mercy. Surprisingly the most dramatic of all was Azriel who gasped and fell to the ground in slow motion as Nyx threw a snowball at his knees.

“Nyx oh no!!”

Nyx laughed and ran towards his fallen Uncle Azriel to hug him.

“Unci Ashhh okay?”

Azriel ruffled his nephews hair, “Yes buddy, thanks for checking.”

Cassian snickered and bumped his wing against Rhys, “certainly shows more sportsmanship spirit than you.”

Rhys smiled at his son and Cass could have sworn he saw his brothers eyes glassy, eyes filled with absolute joy.

Taglist: @imsointobooks @huntress-f @kylevalenti

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blxetsi · 3 years ago

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hi! i find your headcanons really cute and accurate and they actually make me giggle because yes. i was wondering if i can request reader pranking the warriors (or anyone else you want to add) where they're both chilling in bed and reader suddenly says they are sleeping on the living room/sofa? if you ever do it, thank you so much!

here's the link of the prank : https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJyKughS/

ty for your request bb !! this was rlly fun to do 😁👍

pranking the warriors headcanons (modern au)

characters: reiner braun x gn!reader, bertholdt hoover x gn!reader, annie leonhart x gn!reader

warnings: uh fluff ? humor, maybe suggestive content ?

reiner braun

- yuh so u saw the trend on tiktok and thought itd be hilarious to do it on reiner

- you didnt set up a camera or anything,,, reiner can be very observant so he'd probably notice if your phone was propped up in a weird way

- you two were changing the sheets before bed, putting on a nice pastel colour

- you kinda just said it out of the blue

- "im gonna sleep on the couch tonight, okay honey ?"

- he kinda just,,, stops folding the comforter over for a second, before finishing his job

- ".....okay."

- HE LOOKED LIKE A KICKED PUPPY WTF

- "are you okay with that ?" "well, why are you sleeping there tonight ?"

- you came up w the excuse off the top of your head

- "well,,,, you snore....." GOOD GOING MF 🙄🤚

- his jaw DROPS and he looks at you with so much shock

- "and you've just brought this up now ? just as we're about to go to sleep ? i dont snore. ive never snored ever before. how long have i been doing this ? how long have you been keeping this from me-" OKAY BAE CALM DOWN

- hes so shocked and embarrassed omg

- you cant help but laugh in his face and he stands there on the other side of the bed looking at you like 👁️👁️

- "im so sorry baby, it was just a joke from tiktok im sorry i promise"

- now he wants you to sleep on the couch

- but after you press some FAT kisses all over his face he caves and you two get into bed for sleepy time

- just as youre about to doze off a tiny voice near your ear goes "do i really snore though ?" BITCH GO TO SLEEP ‼️

bertholdt hoover

- bitch literally doesnt even care

- im sorry

- if anything he offers to sleep w you on the couch

- "im gonna sleep on the couch tonight"

- "🤨 why ?"

- "uh, theres a draft in here." "where ?" "what" "like where do you feel it ?" "uh, near the vent ?" "😐 is that a question or an answer" "u bitch"

- he literally calls ur bluff idc idc

- he plays along though "okay lets sleep on the couch then, or we can switch sides so i can feel this draft"

- "no i have to sleep on the couch"

- "so you're just sick of me then" okay gaslight gatekeep girlboss 🙄🤚 tone it down 😋🤞

- you end up just going to bed on your normal side

- "omg babe" "what im trying to sleep" "i feel the draft 😹" "go fuck yourself"

- the mf is so smug he already knew the trend going around, he felt so smart like shut up ‼️

annie leonhart

- doesnt believe you

- makes you sleep with her anyways

- shes waiting for u to finish brushing your teeth, and when you come in you go into the closet and pull a folded blanket up from the top shelf

- "you cold ?" "no i uh,,, im gonna sleep on the couch tonight"

- SHE LAUGHS. LITERALLY LAUGHS "no you arent"

- "why not ?" "because you're sleeping with me"

- okay mommy 🥰👍

- she gets up from her comfy spot just to pull you to bed

- "are you trying to seduce me into sleeping here ?" "i dont need to seduce you to get you to sleep here"

- youre right tho,,, ur right

- you guys get settled into bed with your head on her chest, and she holds you like she normally does, one hand on your back and the other cradling your head

- finally she says "hitch showed me a video of her doing that prank on marlowe, you arent slick"

- "hitch did it on marlowe ?? i wanna see that" "its nothing special, just marlowe freaking out and thinking he did something wrong" "that sounds funny" "eh, it was alright"

- you two go to sleep in each others arms like normal, and annie has another cute memory of her lover to think about now

YUH ‼️‼️‼️ REQUESTS R OPEN ILY ALL STAY SAFE

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x gn!reader #reiner braun headcanons #aot reiner #annie leonhart headcanons #annie leonhart x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt headcanons #bertholdt hoover x reader #bertholdt hoover #attack on titan bertholdt #bertholdt x reader #reiner x bertholdt

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 3 years ago

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Disappointment | Ivan x Daughter!Reader

Requested by @theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass: “so I’m really a sucker for parent tropes so maybe you could write a Ivan x daughter!reader where he had her with a non grisha woman who gave birth and later left the baby at the little palace for him. Now she is grow and Ivan being Ivan is hard on her especially because she’s kind of failing being a heartrender (cuz that’s not her real grisha power) and they have a huge fight about it and she runs away in the middle of the night. When Ivan find out in the morning he becomes very worried and asks The darkling and Fedyor to help him find her. (Maybe they find her a bit hurt cuz she was attacked. Just for more angst and feels:3)”

Pairing: Ivan x Daughter!Reader, Fedyor x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood

A/N: As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Masterlist

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“Ivan!” Fedyor calls as he runs down the corridor carrying a medium size wicker basket “Ivan, someone left this outside the doors of the little palace”

“Oh?” Ivan says, uninterested as he continues walking.

“The note left with it says its for you.”

Ivan stops walking and abruptly turns around to finally face Fedyor who hold out the basket to him. He takes it and slowly lifts the lid, freezing when he lays eyes on what’s inside.

“What is it? What’s in there?” Fedyor asks curiously but gets no reply “Ivan?”

He moves to stand by Ivan’s side, peering over to see the baby girl wrapped up tight inside, fast asleep without a care in the world.

“I don't understand, why would someone give you a baby?” Fedyor asks.

“Because she’s my daughter.”

— — — —

Seventeen years later.

Growing up in the Little Palace wasn’t exactly a normal childhood, especially being the daughter of one of the Darkling’s most favoured Grisha. You never really felt like you fit in with the other kids, especially since your father made you learn with Heartrender children even though you were actually a healer. He was convinced you would share the same power as him and because you wanted to please him you went along with it.

It was hard growing up without a mother too. Your father was always honest with you, about how he had spent the night with a non Grisha woman and hadn’t even known she was pregnant until one night you were left on the doorstep. Part of you wished you could meet your mother, but the other part of you didn’t care about a woman who could so easily abandon you.

You were close with your father’s lover, Fedyor. He became the closest thing you had to a mother figure. He was softer and more caring than your father. When you were younger he would occasionally sneak you away for fun days out playing games in the woods. Even now he would take you out on horse riding lessons when he felt you needed a break.

Ivan did not approve.

“She’s my daughter and I say she must attend all her training sessions!”

“You're too hard on her Ivan, the poor girl is exhausted from all the pressure you put on her. Give her a break” Fedyor argues back as you press your ear to their door so you can hear.

“I’ll give her a break when she earns one. Right now she’s the worst in the whole class of heartrenders. Even the children are better than her”

“Maybe because I’m not actually a Heartrender!” You say as you burst through the door.

“This is a private conversation!” Ivan shouts.

“Not if it’s about me it’s not.” You shout back

“Y/N” Fedyor speaks calmly, trying to defuse the situation “maybe you should go-”

“No Fedyor, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this” you turn and address your father “All I’ve ever done, all I ever do is try and live up to your expectations. Try to be like you. Hide my true self because I’m terrified of disappointing you. But I can’t lie anymore. I’m not a Heartrender. And no matter how much you or I try to force it, I will never be a Heartrender.”

You take off your red and black kefta and hand it to your father. There’s a silence as he looks down at it before finally looking up at you.

“You're just going to give up on everything we’ve worked for, everything you’ve wanted?”

“I never wanted any of this Dad. You did! I just went a long with it to please you”

“Get out of my sight!”

“Dad-”

“I have never been more disappointed in you than I am right now. I am ashamed to call you my daughter”

“Ivan!” Fedyor speaks up as you stand there silent for a moment, staring at your father.

Fedyor comes to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shake him off and run out the room as hot tears fill your eyes. You hear Fedyor call after you but you ignore him, continuing to run out of the Little Palace. You don't stop running until you reach the woods, leaning against a tree and sliding your back against the rough bark to sit on the ground. You bring your knees up to your chest and let the tears flow, unaware of the stranger watching you in the darkness.

You're disturbed by the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You lift your head up and take a deep breath, silently listening. Slowly you stand up, keeping your back to the tree as you look around you. Then you spot him, an unknown man creeping toward you. From his clothes you guess he’s a peasant from the village.

“Are you alright?” He asks. Something about him sets your nerves on edge.

“Yes I’m fine” you say quietly, wiping a tear off your cheek

“Are you from the palace?” He asks, taking a step closer. You nod. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply

“It’s not safe to be out here alone you know” he takes another step closer “never now who you might meet”

“You're right, I should head back” you go to leave but he grabs your arm, pulling you back “let go of me!”

“Not until you give me something in return” he pulls a dagger from his pocket

“What do you want from me?” You struggle against him but his grip is tight

“Whatever you’ve got. Money. Jewellery. Anything that’s worth something. You lot up in your fancy palace have no idea how hard it is to be poor”

“I’m sorry but I don't have anything”

“Then you're no use to me!” He growls, plunging his dagger into your side. You let out a silent gasp. He pulls the dagger back out and you drop to the ground, clutching the wound, feeling the heat of the blood cover your hands.

“Grisha bitch” he spits before running away, disappearing into the darkness. You try to drag yourself back toward the palace but you don't have the energy. You prop yourself up against the base of a tree and wait for the darkness to take you.

— — — —

“Fedyor wake up!” Ivan rushes into their room, opening the curtains to let the morning sun stream through “Y/N is missing!”

“What!” Fedyor sits up instantly

“I went to apologise but she isn’t in her room and her bed hasn’t been slept in. Im really worried Fed. Where is my girl?” He chokes up as tears spring to his eyes.

“Okay calm down. We’ll find her”

Ten minutes later the boys are heading out the Little Palace, searching the grounds with the help of General Kirigan.

“Do you have any idea where she could have gone?” The Darkling asks. Ivan shakes his head.

“I think I might know.” Fedyor announces

The three of the mount their horses and set off towards the woods. Once they enter they slow down as Fedyor explains this is where the two of you come to relax and get away from the Palace when things get too much. Ivan feels his heart sink, knowing that he’s the reason you even need a place to escape to.

“There!” Fedyor shouts, pointing to your lifeless body laying on the ground.

The men jump off their horses and run to your side, Ivan cradling your head in his lap and stroking your face while the Darkling checks your wound.

“Oh my saints! Y/N, my girl. Please come back to me” Ivan cries

“We need to get her back to the Palace. She needs a healer” The Darkling announces as Ivan picks you up and carries you to his horse. He rides faster than he’s ever ridden to get you there.

“We need a healer! Now!” The General shouts the second he enter the Palace, and instantly multiple healers come running. They follow him as he carries you to your room and lays you down on your bed.

Ivan and Fedyor watch anxiously as the healers get to work. What feels like hours later they finally finish, turning to address the men.

“She’s stable now.”

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Ivan lets out tears of relief as Fedyor hugs him.

“We’ll leave you three alone.” The Darkling says, ushering the healers out of the room. “I’m glad she’s okay” he smiles before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

A few hours later you're eyes finally flutter open. You look around the room confused as to how you got there. You remember the woods. The creepy stranger. Being stabbed. You sit up, lifting your shirt to see now no wound at all. Then you look over and see Fedyor and Ivan asleep at the foot of your bed. You reach over and gently squeeze your father’s hand. He opens his sleepy eyes and when he sees you awake shoots up right, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. Fedyor also wakes up and smiles at you.

“I’ll leave you two to chat” he says smiling again before leaving.

Your father sits on the edge of the bed facing you.

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I was angry with Fedyor but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you”

“It felt like you meant it”

“I could never be ashamed of you. You are a beautiful, intelligent, strong young woman. I am proud to be your father.” He takes your hand in his “And I am so sorry I made you feel like you had to be someone else just to please me. I always hoped you’d be a Heartrender like me, but I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you. From now on you are free to be the person you want to be.”

“Are you sure I’m not a disappointment?”

“You could never disappoint me Y/N. You are my daughter and I love you more than anything in the world” he moves to sit next to you and puts his arm around you. You snuggle into him.

“Even more than Fedyor?” You ask playfully

“Even more than Fedyor”

“Hey I heard that!” Fedyor shouts as he pokes his head back in the room

“We love you too Fedyor!” You shout back, gesturing for him to join you. He sits on the other side of you so you are sandwiches between the two of them. You hold his hand and rest your head on your father’s shoulder.

You may not have a mother, but you do have two fathers. And you wouldn’t change them for the world.

Your perfect little family.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #general kirigan #the darkling #Ivan x reader #ivan x fedyor #fedyor x reader #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader

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smutsonian · 4 years ago

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Dark!bucky X pregnant reader with someone else’s baby

dark!bucky x pregnant reader with someone else’s baby

warnings: darkish, smut, obsession, possessiveness, some violence, stalker!bucky, manipulation, asshole ex, i dont do crack but i was on crack when i wrote this but i dont do crack, not prrofread

word count: 1.4k

an: so i have no idea how to make a headcanon so this is an attempt pls go easy on me im a lil bitch

masterlist

- Dark bucky with a pregnant reader having a baby that’s not his will probably be an obsessed dark bonky barnacle

- Like fresh out of hydra bucky who’s so lost but then he sees you, a pregnant woman all alone, carrying bags of groceries.

- He’d be so mesmerized by your glow that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from walking towards you and helping you.

- It’s like he’s never seen something so pure but then there you are, walking around with this light surrounding you. Like a goddess in Bucky’s eyes.

- He would be a terrific actor because you wouldn’t even notice his accent and how does this guy able to speak a lot of words just like that? He’s suddenly a friendly dude. Far from the assassin described all over the news.

- He won’t ask about the lack of a partner by your side but he can easily manipulate the conversation to that topic.

- “How come a lady like yourself is all on your own?”

- And just like that, you tell him your life story. Maybe it’s because of the hormones that you just wanted to rant about your horrible partner that left you the minute you told him the news or maybe it’s because you felt so safe with this hot stranger… A big mistake on your side, to be honest. Or is it?

- Bucky would listen to every word you’d say while he memorizes every single detail about you. The way your lips move when you talk, the way you would lick your lips when you’ve been talking nonstop. How you smell; he’ll inch closer to you just to get a whiff and he’ll be so intoxicated.

- He’ll be walking you back to your home and that will be the start of something…

- Bucky would be watching your every move. He’d call it watching over you but dark bonky is bonkers.

- And he’ll see you interacting with children at the cafe, at the bakery, anywhere and his heart will melt at how you’re so good with children.

- Then he’ll see how your stomach will grow bigger as the child inside grows and this guy’s protectiveness will grow as well…

- Obsessed and protective bucky is a lot to take in

- BUT obsessed, protective, jealous, AND horny bucky will be the death of all vaginas.

- He’d watch as your asshole ex-boyfriend comes back, trying to win you back and bucky would just wait for how you’ll react while his whole body heats up with anger, hungry for murder. Preferably your ex-boyfriend.

- But then bucky would be all giddy and would wear a grin all the time when he sees you reject the asshole, telling him that you’ve fallen for someone else.

- That grin would soon fall when this asshole of an ex of yours calls you names such as a slut, whore, and whatnot.

- That grin comes back when bucky finally deals with that ex-boyfriend.

- Would you look at that? Bucky answers your call the next day, crying your heart out because your asshole ex came back which hurt your feelings and a very hormonal pregnant woman can’t just go through all that.

- Bucky is there to the rescue because he’s at your door in a blink with a lot of comfort food.

- Your heart melts at that and you’d fall for him deeper every moment he’s with you.

- How can a guy be so perfect?

- You’d secretly wish he’s the father of your unborn child.

- That wish wouldn’t be much of a dream because bucky would confess his love to you and dadadada would you look at that! You’d fall even MORE because of how he kissed your bump, promising you and the baby that he’ll take good care of you.

- Could you be more in love? This man would always talk to your bump and will always be at your service.

- You whine from back pain? This guy will give you the best massage ever.

- Cravings? No problem because this guy will fill your pantry until the whole grocery is moved into your home. The home that became bucky’s as well.

- Of course, due to pregnancy hormones, you’d be hungry for some action and you best believe that bucky will not let his girl wait.

- He’d give you everything.

- He’d see you whining, noticing how you’ve been grumpy the whole day and he’ll act oblivious but he exactly knows what’s happening. He can practically smell your fluids, duh.

- “What’s wrong, doll?” His voice would be extra sultry and you would just blame it on your hormones but this mf is doing it on purpose.

- You’d try to play it cool but this man will do everything that’ll make you so very hot and bothered.

- “How about a massage?” He’ll over, already running his hands over your stiff shoulders and earning a moan from you.

- He only smirks as he plays your body like a fiddle.

- Then all of a sudden, you’re naked.

- He’d cloth you with oil, claiming that it’ll feel good and lord have mercy it does feel good.

- He’d start from your back, going lower and lower until his focus is on your ass.

- Bucky’s pants will get tighter as the smell of your arousal invades his senses and how about that? Now bucky is naked as well.

- He spreads your cheeks before inhaling your scent more.

- He’d admire the sounds you’re making as he devours that pussae.

- Cumming once will not be enough because he wouldn’t stop until you’re begging for his cock.

- “PLEASE BUCKY! I need it!” You’d scream out but that’s not enough for this fucker.

- “Tell me what you want, baby…” He’ll be sucking on your neck, continuously pulling moans from you.

- “I need your cock in my pussy…” You finally whisper, breathing heavily and squealing in ecstasy as his cock finally enters your begging cunt.

- “AAHH fuck!” Bucky would be having visions inside his head as soon as he gets that magical pussy skkskksks because he’s never felt this way before.

- He’d be rutting into you like a starved caveman and you’d be rutting your ass back against him, just as hungry as he is.

- You just feel so good around his cock. Your walls are so snug and so wet, bucky would fucking die for that pussae.

- After a few minutes, or maybe hours idk y’all are a different type of horny…

- You’ve cum a lot of times and bucky has spilled his seed inside you over and over…

- You’d be cuddling and this man is wrapped around you like a fuckin’ koala.

- He won’t let you get away unless you’re in an uncomfortable position. He’d let you adjust but then he’ll be back to cradling you.

- He’s palm would be stroking your belly.

- “I can’t wait for our baby to come,” he’ll whisper in your ear and you know you’ve already fallen in love with this man but fuck it. You’re deeper in it so gluck.

- You’d let him kiss your face and you’d tell him how thankful you are that you’ve met him.

- Then he’s like ‘no IM thankful for YOU’ kind of shit.

- “You know… After giving birth…” You’ll trail off, making bucky wait in anticipation but he already knows what’s coming.

- “I would want to have your baby…” You’ll say shyly but bucky’s having none of that. He’ll be peppering kisses all over your face, almost crying in joy at the words you just said.

- “I fucking love you. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He’ll stare at you and you’ll stare right back at him.

- “Marry me.” He’ll say suddenly.

- Bucky almost feels guilty when you start to cry but you assure him that those were tears of joy and you’d just keep nodding your head.

- “Yes, I’ll marry you!” You’d share a kiss before going back to cuddling.

- Bucky would be watching you as you doze off and he’ll be admiring you as you start to fall asleep.

- “I love you,” he’ll say before he lets his cheeks fall on the top of your head.

- “I love you too, bucky,”bucky’s heart melts at your sleepy voice as he sleeps peacefully which he was only able to do when he’s with you.

- Bucky would be proud of himself for being able to orchestrate everything and he’s not even guilty about it because, in the end, he was able to have you.

- And soon enough, you’ll be having a big family with him. He’ll make sure of that.

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an: i think i fucked up at some point lol sorry

taglist

General: @readermia @unlikelygalaxygiver @xoxabs88xox @anncutamarica @chaoticfiretaconerd @i-love-superhero @caffiend-queen @coconutqueen21 @jtargaryen18 @jennmurawski13 @mushyjellybeans @ninjabucky @evnscvll @buckstaybucky @donutloverxo @rebloggingeverything @adriannajackson @la-cey @awaywithtime @gotnofucks @littlegasps

Bucky Fics: @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123

Chris and seb: @harrysthiccthighss

Marvel: @jemzeraion

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes smut #dark fic #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark!fic #dark!bucky barnes x reader #pregnant!reader #headcanon #bucky barnes headcanon

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