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yakumtsaki · 2 years ago

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We begin this update with a sign of things to come, aka the appearance of this creepy orb with zzzz’s in the corner of our lot. I was freaking out about it thinking the lot is fucked, but it turned out to be..

..iVAN’S MIDSECTION. WTF

-𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰.𝙴𝚇𝙴! 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄; 𝙸'𝙼 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙾𝚁𝙱 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳; -Well that’s my cue to fuck off-

-It’s been shit knowing you, flops! -GOODBYE KITANA, WOOOOOOOF💔 -Shut up, Veronica, you pencil-necked freak. Alright beam me up, bony bozo. -UH, YOU KNOW, ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANNA LIVE A LITTLE LONGER, WE COULD WORK SOMETHING OUT💀 -Ohoho nice try, pussyboi, now take me with you before you catch these claws. -GOOD LORD💀

Ya Grim I know, our Kitana sure was special❤️ RIB, baby (Rest In Blood).

In the meantime, my attempts to make Felina and Bartholomew unhate each other continue..

..and are clearly DOOMED. Bro why. WHY DO YOU TWO EVEN HATE EACH OTHER, I DON’T GET IT. You have the only pair of good parents we’ve ever produced, wtf is your problem.

-It’s biological!!!

What??

-Failina is right for once, the return of the recessive ginger genes brought the Union spirit back with it!

Oh wow that’s just great, we better save some of this Union spirit in the pantry in case recession hits. Fml. I DID manage to make them un-enemies, they just regularly hate each other now, so yay me :(

After Don’s death so close to Jojo’s bummed me the fuck out I gave the rest of the elders elixir and I don’t care! I can’t have major deaths each update, I’m not strong enough.

-Well don’t worry, I’m gonna do the hard work for you and kill Sophie right now!

Glitched Butler #8 istg. I can’t believe I had to go back to hiring these losers because of how useless iVan is.

Case in point, Bartholomew misses the bus because he wants to watch the iVan-Sandy Deathmatch of the Undead.

-Geez, it’s so violent!

THAT’S WHAT YOU DO WITH FELINA ALL DAY

-I know, let me write down some tips!

Cyn is in deep mourning, she’s been rolling 0 romantic wants (!!!) all she wants to do is chill and play with the pets💔

-No, Jack Do, I don’t want to elope with you and ‘live in Al Simhara as Indiana Jones impersonators’, stop calling here before I sic my killbot on you🌸

Omg Cyn I know what would make you feel better, how about planning Felina’s birthday party?? (*ominous music*)

-Omg I would love that!💗

Omg yay!💗

-𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁; -What is that? -𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁;

Bartholomeow please.

-Fine, I’ll do something useful!

How about that pile of homework, Mr C+?

-How about iVan’s job! Man I wish I was a robot butler, then I’d never lose a fight to Failina again! I won’t step foot in school until I’m the ultimate fighting machine!

Sophie can you talk to this brat, please?

-In a minute, finally a kid around here with the sports OTH! You won’t believe what a nerd your dad was when he was your age, Barth. -Oh he still is, I broke his jaw the other day playing catch. -That’s my boy!

-I’m back from school and I got another A+ and it’s my birthday!!! My life could literally not be better!!!! (*ominous music*)

-Dad, dad, I got another A+!!! So much better than Barfolomew, right?? Right??? You know he skipped school today!!!! -Oh that’s amazing, sweetie, as is Sandy all of a sudden!

Of course. OF COURSE YOU’RE INTO SANDY NOW THAT SHE’S BANGING A RELATIVE OF YOURS. I hate these Gunther genes so fucking much. Whatever, time for Felina’s party! (*ominous music intensifies*)

Good job, Cyn, super cute!

-Yay! Blow out your candles, baby!🌸 -WOOOO GO FELINA -You know what, I’m just gonna stand here.

Shajar I’m already regretting giving you elixir. Go on Fel!

-NOT SO FAST

WHAT. BARTHOLOMEOW OH MY GOD

-HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR SIS

D U D E

YA SEEMS ABOUT RIGHT

HE STRAIGHT UP CAME DOWNSTAIRS TO RUIN HER PARTY AND LEFT. UN.REAL

-Ok, let’s all pretend what happened didn’t happen, GO FELINA WOOO💗 -GREAT PARTY BABY, GO ON -Um, am I the only one who saw Bartholomeow beat her up?

NOT NOW SUGAR, CAN IT

YAY, happy birthday, Fel! Man she looks like an exact Sophie/Shajar mix aka exactly like Sophito but with Liz’s nose! Adorb! Now let’s roll for aspiration..

FAMILY?!? LMAO a lil ironic isn’t it??

-MY FAMILY WILL CRUSH BARFOLOMEOW’S FAMILY

Well when you put it like that. Love that chemistry panel too, either Felina is ending up with a woman or an eyelinered bejeweled Don type. Let’s pray for the former.

-I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT DID TO ME. I CALL ON HEAVEN AND EARTH TO WITNESS MY CURSE: A PLAGUE ON BARFOLOMEOW AND ALL HIS DESCENDANTS

Alright, let’s lighten up, shall we?

That’s better, Sandy and iVan are here to ruin this party’s score even further! Great job, you two!

Meanwhile Bartholomeow.. is doing THIS. Bro I CAN’T

-I’M SO HAPPY >:D

Barth are you an actual demon? I’m not even kidding.

I try to cheer up Felina by having her light up these firecrackers or whatever they are, UNAWARE THEY CAN MAKE SIMS CATCH FIRE. I’M SO SORRY

-HAHAHA boy is my granddaughter a loser!

SHAJAR

-Oh Leo, I think I’m ready for my first post-mourning wooho right here during Felina’s party!💗

FFS

-WHY IS MY FAMILY LIKE THIS

Why did you ROLL family when your family is like this is the better question.

-I’ll light up these fireworks to distract everyone and then I’m getting the fuck outta here!

FELINA NO. DON’T MESS WITH PYROTECNHICS AGAIN

Oh ok it worked!

-WOW SPARKLY -AMAZING -WOOOO SHINNY FIRE -BEST PARTY EVER

What’s killing me is this actually was one of our best parties ever, everyone but Felina had a great time?? OVER

-Oh God, this is still going on?🌸

Ya apparently?! Ugh.

-It was so hot watching you brawl with iVan during my niece’s party, babe. -Y̷O̴U K̵N̴O̷W I̷'̸M̸ P̵U̷R̷E̴ C̵L̸A̴S̷S🧟‍♀️

Felina’s party appropriately ends with a cowplant-cake-tree-fire. Clarabelle, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful with that goddamn candle?!

-MOOOO >:(

All madeover and ready to go! What are you going for here, a Dark Phoenix vibe?

-That’s exactly it, as this party was my supervillain origin story.

Ok that’s a little dramatic-

-𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃, 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴;

YA not helping, iVan.

-𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿;

Trust me, I know!

-ENOUGH. This family’s degeneracy has been allowed to fester for far too long. I will finish what Grandpa Jojo started, by pruning the diseased family tree! All glory to the House of Union! Are you with me, iVan?

-𝙸 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁;

-I’m the only one who knows how to fix you.

-𝙸'𝙼 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈;

Ok Felina you’re creeping me out, you’re the good one! 7 nice points!

-Nice Felina died in a firecracker accident! But from the ashes, I was reborn.. And from the ashes of this family, a new family will rise..

OMG IT’S OUR FIRST ONE OF @lamare-sims custom LTWS!!!! Wish it was happening under less deranged circumstances but what can you do.

#long post #gen 4 #ts2

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daddyd0nt · 3 days ago

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I had a mental hospital stay in early fall for a few weeks that I can’t stop thinking about. It was in a high security ward for violent patients. I met two people who I sort of fell a little bit in love with and like I wish it had happened after the break up because I could have indulged it on some level without worrying about being unfaithful.

The first was a man named J who I met in a support group for SA survivors. I shared my story and he didn’t say anything but afterward he came up to me and asked to talk and I was like sure. So we sit down and he tells me he’s never told anybody before but in addition to the CSA he spoke about in group he was raped while locked up a few years back and told me it makes him afraid of sex and he doesn’t know how to tell his wife because he’s afraid she will see him as less of a man. I told him about my own sexual trauma and hang ups and how I related to not liking sex as a survivor and encouraged him to tell his wife because the worst thing she could do is reject him and if she did he didn’t want to be with a person like that anyway. I think I was the first person to tell him it was okay to be asexual. We talked a lot, about everything from trauma to rumors about horror movies that were coming out. He sat by me at every meal and we played cards a lot. I told him the stories of the books I read and even got him to read/helped him through what he said was the first book he’d picked up since dropping out of grade school in the 80s (The Butcher And The Wren, but of all the stories I told him he liked Trainspotting the most) When there was a violent incident on the ward (like a really bad one like idt anybody died I think they would have told us but it was a bloody violent scary incident where we got locked in the day room for 16 hours and a few of the staff I didn’t see after that and they sent the guy who did it upstate that night. He was a nice kid, a tall black kid just barely 18 years old who was clearly autistic and barely verbal but very friendly/funny we raced up and down the hall in our grippy socks and he was always trying to be included in jokes in an awkward but endearing way and he shadow boxed all day so we called him “Mini Mike Tyson”) I was the first person he found to check that I was okay and he always came over to me when one of the violent patients were in the room. When he freaked out and wound up in the padded cell for 2 days (we all called it “the SpongeBob room) I would literally scream through the door and so would he and we would talk like that and I’d try to keep him entertained until staff physically removed me and the second they stopped watching me I’d go back over and start the conversation back up. He said that I was unlike any other female he ever met, that I could “make people love me without being a slut”. He called me an angel. He was a good friend while I was there. When he left, he called the hospital and talked to me every day until I left, first to tell me he found a safe place to stay and then to check on me and make sure I was okay.

The other was a girl named E. She was the same age as my baby sister (just turned 21) and had been in prison since she was 17 or 18 for stabbing a girl. She’d just gotten out two weeks earlier, was kicked out of the house by her parents and tried to kill herself. I think I made her feel safe because I was big. She had a boyfriend who was my age and still in jail on heroin charges. She would fight with him on the phone screaming for hours at a time until staff disconnected the line and afterward I would hold her and stroke her hair and back while she sobbed big wet spots onto the shoulder of my Tshirt and tell her how much more she was worth and how much better she deserved. She loved early 00s rap and R&B and we danced to Missy Elliot and Brandy and Fat Joe and Ja Rule in our paper scrubs. She loved Ethel Cain and Ginger Bronson when I played them in the art room and she liked to draw bleeding angels in black ballpoint pens. She said the male guards were the scariest part of prison and that the dykes in lockup kept her safe from them. She had a tooth that shattered in her mouth from the institutional malnutrition and I argued for two days for them to take her downstairs to the dentist to get it looked at (the first day I argued for so long that they shot me up with what everybody called the “booty juice” which was Thorazine Ativan and Benadryl and as soon as I woke up I went right back up the the desk and kept arguing). She thought it was so cool that I was quitting my benzos that she quit hers too. We went into detox together and joked about our fast heartbeats and racing thoughts and overwhelming sense of doom. She didn’t have an appropriate fear of males because she had never been around them as peers in her adult life so when we danced she would get provocative until I’d take her hand and twirl her or dip her or get her to do something more chaste like that. She was trading guys for their Mac and cheese to touch her chest at dinner so I started just giving her mine every night so she wouldn’t. I shared the jolly ranchers my mom sent me with her and J. We played a version of Janga just me and her where when you made the tower fall you had to tell one of your darkest secrets. I was the first person to tell her that you can’t lose your virginity to a rape and that it happened to me too before I had sex but it doesn’t count and she said she’d felt tainted since she was 13. She was cluster B like me and had such a drive for affection and to be loved that it made her a little wild sometimes. The staff was always yelling at us because we were always posted up sort of cuddling. We joked about BBLs and abortion. I gave her my copy of Valley of the Dolls because it was my favorite book that I read during my stay and she said she didn’t know what she was going to do with herself when I got out. I told her all my wild stories from my druggy years and she said she always wanted to go to a rave and she always wanted to try acid and she’d ask me over and over again to describe trips in detail because she said I was good at telling stories. We cried together on my last day and we exchanged phone numbers but staff took the papers because you’re not supposed to make outside contacts in those kind of places. I convinced her to enter a GED program that the hospital offered because I made college sound like so much fun that she felt motivated to go. I hope she did well she was supposed to start 2 days after I left. She was an onlyfans model because it was the only way she could make money with her record and her boyfriend was acting as her pimp and we talked a lot about my own time doing SW and how my best friend was trafficked when we were in our late teens and I told her that if she had to do SW she should Findomme and gave her tips and pointers on it. My first 2 days home I was in bad benzo detox still and cried nonstop because I was so worried about her and how she’d do without me looking out for her and like if she was letting guys touch her for extra dinner again. I think about her a lot still.

I really hope they are both okay my mind goes to them a few times a day still, us killing time under humming lights surrounded by nausea-teal walls. Watching the sequel to Boss Baby on a grainy tube tv with no sound. The way they would excitedly wait for me to tell them the continuation of whatever I was reading every time I went off to read. My grandma died while I was in there and they comforted me through something that I didn’t plan to live through (I’ve said since middle school that once that grandma dies I was going to KMS because she was the only one I really couldn’t stand to hurt). I was afraid a lot of the time there but I also experienced something kind of rare and beautiful that will always stay with me. When I say my prayers at night they are in them now.

#writing #mental hospital #psych ward #love #sapphic

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cinder-starlight · 10 days ago

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I realized I never really delved deep into Winter Wonderland (mainly because my other platforms aren’t made for this style) but also bc I don’t think I’ve had the chance

So ig tumblr will be the first to get to know everyone more personally :D

Summery: Clara’s Christmas takes a sour turn as she discovers she is to be married in the spring when she turns 18, running away with her nutcracker she discovers Winter Wonderland. She believes it to be a paradise with a tyrannical Rat King—but all her beliefs are shattered once she meets his son, The Mouse Prince. With him she has one week to stop an arising threat within the land, followed with her trying to balance her home life and solve her own problems along the way. Making unexpected alliances, fighting beasts, solving mysteries and discovering what might’ve happened to her missing Mother. in the hopes she can stay in this pleasant world a little longer.

Anyways Disclaimer: this is all concept art; nothing is finalized unless stated otherwise and this may contain spoilers for anyone who’s interested in the story and wants to go into it blind.

I mainly wanna start with the main Silberhaus cast, Clara, Uncle Drosselmeyer and Uncle Scrooge (yes I made a Christmas character from another story fit into my Nutcracker adaptation—I think it’s neat >:3)

I certainly think that in terms of being a family, Clara is definitely closest to Drosselmeyer, mostly because he’s just about as outlandish as someone for their era could get (this takes place roughly between 1880-1889)

Meanwhile Scrooge is the Scar of the family trying not to lose his marbles with the drama that happens left and right.

Drosselmeyer and Clara’s bond is nice to me because a take of mine is that Clara’s father isn’t necessarily on her side, I took the time into account and aspects of different iterations of the characters and especially the books to conjure all this up—I’d like to think where her father’s priorities lie in his image and son Fritz, Drosselmeyer is like “yo- my niece is kinda sick, she’s smart” and idk something about that warms my evil little heart

Sugar Plum and Nikolaus, real quick, Nikolaus is NOT santa, Nikolaus is just the appointed guardian of the Isle of Toys, for the Isle—a Guardian is selected, through time they end up looking more and more like the Ancient Being of the Present, dressing in red and aging to look like the Santa we may know and love.

Nikolaus was a toy soldier originally who had ties to the Muridens (rats/mice), but after some freak incident the two cut ties and never spoke to nor saw each other face to face again.

Sugar Plum on the other hand is a bit more complex and hard to describe without bringing up any major spoilers. She’s the king of gal who must keep a party going because if SOME SINGULAR SOUL dares be unhappy or a sourpuss in her domain then god KNOWS what they could do if they make others feel miserable. She’s the kind of lady who’s sweet exterior really doesn’t do her sour center justice

I don’t have a lot to say on Mother Ginger but she is certainly a personal favorite of mine, she is the definition of peacekeeper but also has that motherly attitude we all need when things get way too out of hand. Her kids (which are called Crumbs) are possibly my favorites above her—they don’t talk and you never know how many there are until you’re swarmed by them—despite her fabulous appearance she actually has a soft spot for being a bit creative, there’s nothing this mama ginger wont style up—the reason she has so many Crumbs is because she- lemme speak—likes to make them; by making their cores and essentially baking them into existence, it’s a whole process I’ll get into another time but she truly knows no bounds with her unlimited love.

Perhaps I’ll discuss the more unusual characters another day 👁️👁️

Such as the Rat King

Mouse Queen

Mouse Prince

And even a few dubious fellows

#oc #oc artwork #art #fan art #oc art #nutcracker #winter wonderland #original story #original art #original character #original comic #Scrooge #drosselmeyer #Clara #Mother Ginger #Sugar Plum #Nikolaus #story #concept art

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callsignbaphomet · 8 months ago

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NSFW Ask Game

• What is your OCs sexual orientation? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Gay.

• What age did they realize that they were said orientation? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: This is a bit complicated. The first person he was ever romantically and then sexually involved with was a man. For like the first 50 years of his life he didn’t pick one or the other though he was far more attracted to men and masc people. He found women attractive but he never really pursued any, he was just going from one man to another to another to another and so on. Then I wanna say around the 1400ish he’d just say he was attracted to everybody but again he never pursued women. He wasn’t in denial or anything, he just didn’t, though he’d openly admit he preferred men and even joked around that he was probably actually gay (whatever term was used in ye olden times) and didn’t realize it yet. It wasn’t until sometime in the 1800s that he and Ginger got together but that lasted only a few short months as she’s bisexual but preferred women and he preferred men. Then from the 1920s he identified as pansexual, during the 50s he did hook up with some women but the most it lasted was a few weeks at the most. He continued to identify as pansexual until mid 60s when he realized that he just wasn’t attracted to women neither romantically or sexually and from then on identified as gay. To be fair, he came from a time and place where most people didn’t really think too much about it, you were attracted to whoever you were attracted to, end of story.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout, Skyrim: Since he was very young.

• Did they have an experience they consider their "sexual awakening?" ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: His first boyfriend. Both of them were fighting off some attackers and he saw him beat the living shit out of them, just brutalizing them with his bare hands, claws and fangs. He was taking them down, breaking bones and shattering their faces while snarling and doing that weird guttural bark like sound werewolves do when they’re in human form. That was also the start of his absolute lust for werewolves.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Sort of similar to the Oracle one minus the werewolf element. Inside a bar he saw some Khans getting into a scuffle with some NCR soldiers and one of them in particular, AJ, was just going ham on this soldier and beating the fuck out of him. Fight turned into a huge mess where everyone in the building got involved in some way or another and Jela and AJ just ended up fucking shit up until more NCR showed up and they ran off. Iirc he was about to turn 16. AJ turned out to be his first real boyfriend. He had a thing with a boy in DC but it was just that cute puppy love sorta thing.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: It was Trevor. That one was a mix between the Oracle and Fallout one. A fight, a werewolf, almost 16-years-old (before he got bit by a vampire btw), sudden realization that yeah, he gets hard for men. He actually had a crush on Trevor for a few years. Kinda safe to say he sorta still does.

• Do they tend to lean towards people with a vagina or one with a dick when seeking sexual partners? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: He doesn’t care–ugh, that sounds bad. Hang on, he cares about the person he’s with and sees and accepts every aspect of them. He just doesn’t actively look for anyone with specific genitals. To him it’s really weird to do that.

• How often do they masturbate? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: On average? I’d say probably once or twice a week depending on how busy he is. Look, this man can easily go months with one day off every other week while trying to avoid international disasters or end of the world catastrophes with very little time to enjoy a full night’s sleep before some asshat decides that a meeting at 3:29 in the morning is a good idea let alone have enough time to jerk off. On the upside he gets so pent up that Angelus ends up happily paying for it.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Before the assault? Yeah, plenty of times. He absolutely wanted AJ to fuck him till he forgot his whole freaking name but at the same time he was very well aware that he wasn’t ready yet so he resorted to masturbating. A hormonal teenager with a lot of pent up energy will do a lot of it. After the assault? Not really, no. He’s had the desire to but it usually takes him to an ugly place so he just doesn’t anymore. He is okay with doing it with Angelus though. Something about him being there kinda neutralizes the whole thing for him.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Before meeting Angelus? Often especially with the frustration of having a crush on Trevor but not really daring to say or do anything about it.

• Do they ever use toys while masturbating? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Sure, sometimes he does. Just depends on how much time and energy he wants to dedicate to his “me time”.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Check the previous question.

ʚ♡ɞSkyrim: He didn’t till after he met Angelus who has a habit of collecting a lot of toys and has gotten some for him as well.

• Do they ever use toys during sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yeah. Like I mentioned on Angelus’s page they both use a double headed dildo they like to use to fuck themselves on at the sametime. Knows full well that it drives Angelus up the wall to have both his ass and pussy stuffed at the same time so he’ll use toys. They tend to get a bit creative when it comes to using toys.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: I guess some people may think of straps as toys. Angelus’s straps can sorta count as toys. He loves ‘em, he’ll go to town sucking and licking them since he knows Angelus likes to watch him do that as it gets him off.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Yeap, he’s found that getting both his ass and pussy stuffed at the same time feels amazing and toys can be really fun for all sorts of reasons.

• Do they prefer ass, tits, thighs, shoulders, or something else entirely as a characteristic they find attractive in others? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: The entire body. He’s very into exploring his partner(s) body and exploiting every sensation he can.

• How vocal are they during sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Very vocal, he’s not one to hold back at all much less when he knows Angelus gets off on hearing him moan and he tends to moan a lot by default anyway. Angelus also likes it when he talks in different languages. No, he may not understand him but it makes Angelus get off even more so he obliges. Trevor loves to hear him beg in Old Norse, mostly because to him it sounds “primal” and it tends to feel like he’s conquered this powerful being who’s now at his mercy. Not really a screaming though there’s been some moments where he just loses it and can’t control himself.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Not very. He’ll catch himself moaning and try to contain himself but as time passes and certain events take place he kind of learns to relax more and eventually he’ll realize that it’s actually okay to feel good while he has sex. Even then he’s not gonna be screaming and wailing. Sometimes he kind of loses himself much to Angelus’s absolute delight though he does get easily flustered and a bit embarrassed the louder he moans or talks. Angelus has asked him to talk to him in Norwegian which he found odd at first but he’s a pleaser.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: This version of him is pretty shy, gets flustered very easily and is pretty reserved so his vocalization mostly consists of moaning and groaning; not much of a talker unless Angelus forces him to. Volume depends on how “cock drunk” he gets.

• How well do they communicate with their sexual partners? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Very. Communication is so important and he drives that sentiment home with his partner(s) before, during and after. He wants everyone to feel safe and secure and wants to make sure everyone is 100,000% clear on what is and isn’t allowed or wanted. Communication is also very important because he’s very well aware he’s into some pretty hardcore stuff that could potentially end in some serious injuries and he’d rather avoid that. He also wants to make sure his partner(s) know they have every right to just stop whatever activity they’re currently doing and that they shouldn’t feel guilty or bad about stopping mid fuck because if they don’t feel like it anymore it’s completely okay. He prefers that his partner(s) feel safe and secure than to get off at their expense.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: This is…kinda messy. No matter how much Angelus communicates with him and how much he himself sets boundaries he’s unfortunately very afraid to articulate how he feels. Again this goes back to the assault. He knows he can trust Angelus and he does feel safe with him but at the same time he keeps going back to the assault and how he’s afraid to ask him to stop out of fear that he won’t or will hurt ‘im. He’s so aware that that is illogical and Angelus has proven over and over again that he cares about his well being and will never hurt him and has never shown anger towards him but in his mind he could and that’s what fuck him up, so to speak. A lot of times he initiates any sexual activity even if he doesn’t actually want to because he wants to satisfy him, not himself. He’s learned to fake it very well but Angelus isn’t dumb, he’s figured out when Jelani wants to stop without him actually communicating it outloud and since he knows Jelani won’t ask him to stop he asks instead. Angelus makes damn sure to let him know he’s not mad at him or frustrated at all. Their communication isn’t great by any means but they understand each other in a nonconventional way though as time passes it improves and eventually Jelani learns he doesn’t have to be afraid to ask Angelus anything.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Despite the fact that he’s shy when it comes to this sort of subject he does understand that it’s important to be open about it and communicate. Angelus has told him countless times he should be very open and honest about what he wants, doesn’t want and how he feels about anything and everything involving what they do. He’s shy about it but they communicate very well.

• Are they strictly monogamous or do they have a more open relationship? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Like I said on Angelus’s post this is hard to classify but the more I thought about it the more I lean on he and Angelus are monogamous but it’s not restrictive. At the end of the day it’s just Jelani and Angelus however they do constantly and I mean constantly involve Trevor in a lot of their sexual activities as a group. Sometimes it’s just Jelani and Trevor while other times it’s just Angelus and Trevor. Every single time this happens it’s talked about first and neither of them cross any boundaries or go behind each other’s backs. On top of that the “openness” is strictly sexual, they’re married to each other and are in love with each other and it’s not going to ever change. Neither of them want to add anyone else into their marriage. The only person they would ever make an exception for is aromantic and they respect him too much to even entertain the idea.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He’s poly but at the moment he’s not entertaining that part of him. He’s kind of starting over in a lot of ways and feels like taking on too much all at once would overwhelm him and set him back. Right now he’s with Angelus and he only wants to be with Angelus so for now he’s demipoly. If the right person comes around at the right time he’ll talk it over with Angelus.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Oracle except they don’t have a constant third member.

• If they have an open/poly relationship, do they have any boundaries for people they, or their partner(s), want to be with? ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: For him the only thing he asks is that they understand he’s not always going to be easy to understand and that he has a lot of baggage that came as a result of the assault. For Angelus he really doesn’t care, he has no need for details but he does want Angelus to be open and honest with him. As long as the person(s) treat him right he’s happy.

ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Not applicable.

• Have they ever had sex with multiple people? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout: Yes.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: No. (I feel like this one is so redundant what with the next one being able to cover this one lol.)

• How many people/partners have they had sex with at once? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: The most was after a joint op, 7 including him were involved. It was messy but a lot of fun.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: The most have been two, Angelus and Radek. Not something he’d do again, at least not for the foreseeable future.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Not yet

• Would they ever want to have sex with multiple people at once? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout: Has done that already.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: He’d love to try it.

• Top 5 kinks ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: breeding, knife and pain play, somno, cnc, exhibitionism

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: breeding, heat/cold, light exhibitionism

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: breeding, exhibitionism, somno, knife play, heat/cold

• Weirdest place they've had sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: on top of an APC (armored personnel carrier) inside a CPD (controlled portal dimension).

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Inside a vault. Vault 75.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Castle Volkihar

• Preferred position? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Loves picking up that pup, pinning him against the wall and fucking him till he passes out in his arms. It drives him nuts when Angelus mounts him from behind.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He’s slowly getting comfortable with actually enjoying himself in different positions again. The one he has a lot of trouble with feeling relaxed in is him flat on his stomach while Angelus fucks, that’s gonna take some time. The one he really likes is cowgirl (him riding Angelus) since it lets Angelus get deeper inside.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Sitting on Angelus’s lap. The deeper he can get that elf inside him the better.

• Do they like to take charge in the bedroom? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yes, he does! Hey, as much as he likes to sub and bottom he likes to dom and control. Hell, even when he bottoms he likes taking control sometimes.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: No. In every aspect of his life he’s tried to take absolute control and every so often it gets to him. At least in the bedroom he can just relax and let someone he completely trusts take control of and for him letting him just relax.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Not really, he doesn’t have much if any experience given Angelus is his first…everything so his confidence isn’t really up there to be taking charge. He’s enjoying the ride.

• How do they feel about oral? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Fuck does he ever love to give oral, yeah, sure he likes getting it but not as much as giving it. He really commits to it and really enjoys it. Shit that man can do with his mouth and tongue will turn a straight man gay.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: For obvious reasons he’s a little conflicted with oral. Like his Skyrim version he doesn’t have much experience sexually speaking and unfortunately he had a very rough start to it (understatement of the year). He’s not very comfortable receiving it though he lets Angeus do it for just a little bit but it’s not his favorite thing. He is starting to enjoy giving it.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Like his Oracle version he loves giving it and really likes being guided and yes, he loves getting it.

• Do they like to watch or be watched? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Watched? Definitely, he’s so up for it ESPECIALLY if he knows the person watching wants the person he’s currently fucking and/or wants him but he’s denying them. Loves to watch ‘em squirm. Watching? It depends. If it’s watching Angelus fuck himself and he’s not allowed to do anything to him then absolutely. It’ll just work him up to a sort of feral state. Watching other Trevor fuck Angelus or someone else fuck Angelus and he can’t do anything is a big no. He’s not sitting on the sidelines for that, he’s hands on.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Watched? Unbelievably enough yeah. Watching? Same as Oracle.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Oracle.

• How shy are they with new sexual partners? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Not at all. He does have some slight insecurities but it's quickly stomped out the second things get moving.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He’s not a shy person but I do say he’s reserved, mostly because he’s constantly questioning the person’s intent. So, eh sorta.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Yeah, he is at first. He warms up rather quickly though.

• Do they like being restrained? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: He’s not crazy about it but he does enjoy it every so often.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Absolutely the fuck not. That’s an instant panic attack. You will literally trigger him into a panic attack.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Hasn’t done it yet but is very enthusiastic to try it.

• Do they enjoy double penetration of any kind? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yes, he does! Both being DP’d by Angelus and Trevor and DPing Angelus with Trevor.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: No. His first experience with it was during the assault and it was incredibly painful so that activity is traumatizing to him. Would he try at a later time in his life? Maybe but right now absolutely not.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: He’s very willing and very enthusiastic to try it.

• How often are they unsure of what they want in the bedroom? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Sometimes. If he’s unsure of what he wants he just lets his partner(s) use him however they want.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: A lot more than the Oracle and Skyrim versions. He trusts Angelus enough to just let him use him however he sees fit.

• Do they like to be called degrading names (slut, whore, etc.) during sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Yes! He really does! Whore’s a personal favorite. Call him a whore and he’ll melt in your hands.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: No. 7 out of the 8 assailants were calling him all sorts of foul shit during the assault so any degrading names kinda take him back to that attack. Just don’t do it.

• Do they like to be called pet names during sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Yeah, he finds it really endearing and can make him really sentimental.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He really does. On top of that it’s super validating to be called cute pet names during sex because Angelus sounds so genuine and loving which is a pretty healing experience for him.

• Are they into body worship? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Fuck yes! He’s very into body exploration and worshiping his partner(s) body. All kinds of bodies–skinny, tall, short, fat, ripped, small–any and all. Somebody doing it to him? Mmmmmm…no, it makes him feel awkward. I’m not trying to say he feels insecure about his body! He just thinks that's reserved for like really hot people. At most he thinks he's average pretty…which lands him in hot water whenever he says he isn't hot like Angelus and Trevor say he is. Then he has two werewolves snarling at him and not in a playful way.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Same as Oracle.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as the other two plus he’s shy and it flusters him.

• Do they like to be praised? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: He can take it or leave it to be honest.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: It’s odd because he doesn’t really think about it but he does react positively to praise. If you directly ask him he’ll shrug and say “I donnu”.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Oh, he absolutely does! It just makes him all the more excited.

• How bratty are they? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: It’s not really his thing.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Not at all.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Very, he knows damn well that Angelus doesn’t like being challenged so he does it just to rile him up.

• What's the best way to get them aroused? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: He’s not hypersexual like Angelus is but goddamn he’s fucking easy to arouse. Honestly just touch/grab him in certain areas, rub yourself on him, licking along his neck will definitely get him going (again he’s into werewolves and everything they do and this is one of them), dry humping him, making out, getting fingers shoved in his mouth gets him going. Being bitten does it too. Angelus bites people he wants to fuck so he associates biting with sex so that tends to rile him up quickly.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: With time he’s gotten easier and easier to arouse. Making out, dry humping him and zeroing in on his neck by either licking, biting/nibbling, kissing will get him panting like a dog in heat.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Oracle but without the werewolf hyperfixation.

• Are they into pain play? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Holy fuck, yes, he fucking is! The more it hurts the more he gets off and the harder he’ll cum. He’s equal parts sadist and masochist.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout, Skyrim: He’s okay with some light pain.

• Are they into breath or knife play? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yes! Very into both of them! Will absolutely love being strangled to the point of passing out (and yes will absolutely be 100% okay with his partner(s) using him while he’s out). As for knife play, yes as well! Has been willing to let Angelus or Trevor carefully stab him (by stab I don’t mean plunge a 16 inch combat knife completely into his stomach, come on now…or maybe? lol) Mostly 1, 2, 3 or 4 inches into certain areas where there aren’t any organs or major veins.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Absolutely the fuck not to both of them!

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Like Oracle but not as extreme.

• What's the most adventurous thing they've tried during sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Definitely the stabbing. A few years ago he got really into pain and really wants to explore that and see what’s his limit. He’ll absolutely be up for getting shot too. For the longest time he’d been wanting Angelus and/or Trevor to fuck his brains out while they’re both in werewolf form. Not only is it taboo in so many circles and ways but it’s actually really dangerous to do. I can totally get into that if anyone is curious as to why.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He’d rather play it safe for now. Like I keep saying the assault was emotionally and mentally crippling for him and it stunted him sexually, on top of that he didn’t have any experience before Angelus so…yeah, he’s playing it safe for now. But for the sake of answering this, Angelus likes fucking him in public while trying really hard not to get caught.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Being fucked in his vampire lord form.

• Have they tried something adventurous that they ended up disliking? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: I actually don’t have an answer for this.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: See previous question for answer.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Being fucked in his vampire lord form. It just wasn’t for him.

• Have they tried something adventurous that they ended up liking more than expected? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yes. Getting fucked by Angelus while he’s in werewolf form. Yeah, he gets off on how taboo it is, and yeah, it IS dangerous but that’s what he wants, he absolutely enjoys how feral Angelus gets. This is one of his favorite things.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Getting fucked in public. He secretly really liked it.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Being fucked in public while trying not to get caught.

• Do they prefer the lights on or off? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Doesn’t have any preferences.

• Gentle sex or rough sex? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Both.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He’s slowly getting comfortable and more importantly wanting things to get a little rougher.

• Do they prefer quickies or long sessions? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout: He’s fine with both.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Long sessions.

• Do they enjoy having sex multiple times in one day? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Yes!

• Do they classify any particular type of sex as "love making"? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: No, he actually haaaaaaaaaates that term. It makes him cringe.

• Top 5 turn ons ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Breeding, exhibition, somno, being bitten, oral

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Oral (giving), spit, exhibition, frot, breeding

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Oracle.

• Top 5 turn offs ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Scat, vomit, hitting others, extreme degradation, I can’t think of a fifth.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Pretty much the same as the other two but adding some key things. DP, being tied up, knives and guns, degradation, cnc. Also super important is to never mention or tell him how tight he is. That’s also a guaranteed panic attack.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Oracle.

• Is there any particular place they like to have special attention paid to (nipples, clit, g-spot, etc.)? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Ass but if you wanna get him panting like a bitch in heat pay attention to the thighs, specifically inner thighs. However, if you wanna turn him into a drooling mess, do anything to his neck. Being bitten hard on the forearms.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Same as Oracle.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Ass, clit, neck, forearms, thighs.

• Do they ever need a certain kind of stimulation in order to get off? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout: Getting his neck/throat licked, bitten and/or his thighs bitten. Can absolutely get off by just getting eaten out. Doesn’t really require much attention on his cock either from someone else or himself. He can very easily cum hands free.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Neck, thighs, ass and clit.

• Have they faked an orgasm? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: No. He really just doesn’t have it in him to fake one. It’s kind of insulting to the other person(s).

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Oh, this is complicated. It’s…difficult for him to actually orgasm let alone ejaculate. He’s got a massive mental block because of the assault, he either just doesn’t orgasm/ejaculates or if he feels like he’s about to he stops himself, and no, not for the sake of edging. That was at the beginning of his relationship with Angelus. As time goes by he’s able to actually orgasm and feels safe enough to let go, so to speak. Further down the line he would be comfortable enough to actually ejaculate. So for the first 3 to 4 months of their relationship Jelani was faking orgasms because he was afraid.

• Do they prefer multiple orgasms or are they one and done? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: As many as he’s able to have.

• Do they like a certain kind of aftercare more than others? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: When it’s something a little more soft or “vanilla” he doesn’t need much but when he does he just likes cuddles and head scratches. That usually makes him fall asleep and honestly what’s better than cuddling and falling asleep in your husband’s arms? The more extreme stuff when he’s the recipient of it he tends to get really needy. Don’t get it wrong, he really loves the more extreme shit but it can be draining and not just physically so he, Angelus (and Trevor when he’s with them) enjoy mutual aftercare and are really tender about it. Like, not only is it important to let each other know that it was okay and that it’s just kink and there’s no ill will in any of it. They tend to take care of each other.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Same as Oracle but he really appreciates how Angelus constantly checks in on him after. making sure that he’s okay in every aspect, not just physically.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Oracle. Except they aren’t married.

• How enthusiastic are they with their partners? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Extremely enthusiastic! He loves to put his all into what he’s doing or being done to. He’s really into hyping up the other person(s), again this goes back to his love of praising his partner(s). So yes, he’s very enthusiastic, shows a lot of energy and gives it his all.

• What do they consider foreplay? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Dick sucking, eating out, making out, heavy petting, grabbing.

• Do they consider foreplay essential? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim, Fallout: Yes! However, he’s very into just being grabbed out of nowhere, being thrown down and fucked without his partner(s) waiting for an answer. *Just careful with the Fallout version though, that one you do have to ask but he’s okay with going straight to being fucked with no foreplay.

• How much foreplay do they like to have? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: He doesn’t require much done to him tbh.

• Do they prefer to call it fucking, having sex, sleeping together, or something different? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Usually he just calls it fucking, if he wants to be less crude about it he calls it having sex, if there’s some emotions involved he’ll say sleeping together.

• Do they enjoy flings/hook-ups with no strings attached? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Sure.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: This is hard to answer. On the one hand the reassurance of no need to commit to anything is appealing given his traumas but he needs a type of commitment (whether he wants to admit it or not) as a reassurance that the person isn’t gonna be scummy about the whole thing.

• Have they ever had sex with a friend that caused the relationship to change? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yeah, several but the most prominent one was Angelus. Long story short after he and Angelus fucked for the first time he kinda started to kinda feel something for him and no, at that time he wasn’t aware that Angelus was in love with him. Then the second time they fucked he was for sure in love with him but neither of them said anything because they just didn’t think the other would even like each other that way. Eventually it all worked out though, thanks to a completely wasted on Vodka Angelus accidentally blurting out that he’d been in love with him since he was around 14-years-old and now they’re happily married.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Radek. So the first person he willingly had sex with was Radek and it was to test if he would be able to be intimate with someone without having a panic attack. Didn't go over so well. He thought Radek hadn't seen him cry but he did and he tried going after him to see if Jelani was okay but he ran off. Unfortunately Radek was a good friend and occasional fuck buddy of Angelus's so seeing him again was really awkward. With time he and Radek became friends who he and Angelus had sex with. Radek knew something was wrong with him but he didn't know the details as Jelani isn't one to tell others what happened.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Nope. He's only ever had sex with Angelus and you can soooooorta say they started out as friends but eh, not really.

• Have they ever had sex with a friend and it didn't alter their relationship? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Most prevalent person I can think of is Trevor. When both started to fuck Ravencroft pretty much put it out there that he is aromantic and he has no need, want or desire to fall in love with anyone. Loving someone and being in love with someone are two very different things. He loves Jelani, Loke and Angelus completely but he is not in love with any of them. Their relationship has never changed honestly.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: No.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Not really applicable.

• How do they feel about dirty talk? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Oh, he loves that. Equal part doing it and hearing it. He gets a kick out of it especially in different languages. He loves the sound of Angelus's voice when he says some unhinged shit to him in Russian (Pup will later translate what he said). He knows full well Trevor loves to hear him beg in Old Norse but he does more than beg.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He's okay with it, believe it or not. He won't do it himself, he’s not there yet, but he gets pretty turned on hearing Angelus say the most unhinged shit and forcing him to say stuff, even if it's whispering it.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as Fallout.

• How likely are they to use dirty talk? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: Check previous answer.

• Are they easily aroused? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Honestly, all it takes is one glance, one touch or even one word and he’s already aroused.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Takes a little bit more but with time he's finding out that he's almost as needy as Angelus.

• What, if anything, do they fantasize about when they masturbate? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: His husband and Trevor for the most part. Sometimes other men but also a lot of scenarios, specifically either being passed around or anything involving pain.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He doesn’t exactly masturbate like I previously mentioned. He’ll do it if Angelus asks and watches or lightly helps with light touches. He tends to just focus on Angelus and the sensations, he doesn’t like thinking too much or else he risks remembering shit that’ll cause him to have a panic attack.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Angelus, reliving things they’ve done or imagining what it would be like to do certain things with him. Also being passed around.

• Do they ever fantasize or space out during sex, or are they more in the moment? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Fallout, Skyrim: To be very honest he focuses on what he’s doing at the moment. He wants to focus on what he’s doing or is being done to, his partner(s)--gaging how they respond to what he’s doing or what they’re doing to him. If there’s currently any pain or impact play he really wants to focus so he can really feel it. Takes a lot to get him to space out but when he does he’s gone.

• How comfortable are they talking about sex when outside the bedroom/in public? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Very comfortable. He has no qualms about it so long as the people involved are okay with it.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: If he trusts the person(s) then sure.

• Are they comfortable with discussing sex in general with strangers? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Yeah, he is.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: He can hear other people talk about it but he won’t actively participate in the conversation itself.

• How much PDA are they comfortable with? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Any and all forms of PDA.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: As time passes he grows more and more comfortable with it.

• Are they willing to try things they're indifferent to if it's something their partner wants to try? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle, Skyrim: Absolutely. Who knows? Maybe he’ll find something new to add to his ever growing list of kinks.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Story of his life tbfh. No but seriously, yeah, he’s willing to try especially since he knows he can trust Angelus to stop if he feels too uncomfortable.

• Do they have a "type" when it comes to sexual partners? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Werewolves! The man is an absolute unapologetic slut for werewolves. Shorter than him and he loves his men femme, the more femme they are the better.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Taller than him and no more than 10 years older than him.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Tall, he really likes ‘em tall. And has now developed a thing for elves.

• Do they have any anxiety around having sex with someone new? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Yeah. He is confident but he can and has felt anxious before especially if there are feelings involved.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: *gesturing to this entire questionnaire and posts about Jelani in fallout* Gee, I don’t know. All kidding aside, yes, he gets very anxious. He first has to feel safe with the person and that includes trusting him. Even then he gets extremely anxious. On top of that he barely has any experience so that kind of plays with his head too.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Very, he’s barely got any experience under his belt and he’s shy so it’s safe to say he gets very anxious.

• How attuned to their partner's needs are they? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Very. The first thing he does is take note of his partner(s) likes, dislikes, what works and what really works to get them off. He’s also very conscious about what his partner(s) is self-conscious about and how he should navigate the area so as to not make them feel awkward.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout:Okay, despite everything he’s very attentive just like his Oracle version. To him it’s even more important to know what his partner is not okay with and what parts, activities, areas and phrases to avoid. He’s well aware of Angelus’s increasing bottom dysphoria so he avoids words like “cunt”, “pussy” and even “clit”. He just uses “cock”, “dick” or “hole”. If Angelus uses those words himself that’s him but Jela will not use them unless he has the go ahead from Angelus himself and he has to be very clear about it. Again, boundaries, consent and comfort are extremely important to him.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Same as the other two versions honestly. But especially because he wants nothing more than to impress Angelus.

• Do they have anything that they once considered a squick but is now a turn on? ʚ♡ɞ Oracle: Watersports. He wasn’t into it at all but he’s a good sport he’ll try anything once (within reason) and saw how into it Angelus was so yeah, he wound up liking it. Another squick was being called daddy. That was so super weird for him but again Angelus was super into it and would just blurt it out but when Jela noticed how hard and wet Angelus would get when he called him that he just let him. It’s not a turn on for him by any means but he lets it slide because it’s him and he gets off on seeing Angelus get off.

ʚ♡ɞ Fallout: Exhibition. He was not about that at all for obvious reasons but one of the few times he and Angelus were with Radek he just sat back while he watched Angelus fuck Jela and jerked off. He was super uncomfortable at first (he didn’t say anything beforehand so no one is to blame) but found that he liked it. Another was getting sucked off, he was absolutely against it but as time went on and he grew comfortable with Angelus he let him do it and little by little he was okay with it. It's still not something he asks for but if Angelus does it he’s okay with it.

ʚ♡ɞ Skyrim: Biting. You’d think a goddamn vampire would be all about that but to him it’s just what he does to feed on others and is in no way sexual to him. However, he noticed Angelus was getting off more and more to it and even went a bit over the top when Jelani accidently drew blood. It’s still not a huge turn on but since he knows Angelus likes it he’s okay with doing it. It does tend to arouse him oddly enough.

#Howling in Heat #Jelani tag #fo: Jelani tag #tes: Jelani tag

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kissingmilfs · 1 year ago

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what is yellowjackets actually about? because I’ve seen hot edits and stuff and the plot really interests me and i think it looks cool but i don’t wanna be freaked out if like they all start eating each other one episode

but i think it looks really interesting and i would love to give it a try so i’d love to know ur favourite stuff about it and stuff

i love the new fic! i missed ur writing so bad

-😊

my special interest here we go 😭 buckle in everyone!

there’s two timelines - the 1996 timeline & the 2021 timeline !

the 1996 timeline follows the yellowjackets hs girls soccer team — their plane crashes in the canadian wilderness on their way to nationals. people do die in the crash. they’re stuck out there for 19 months. the first episode does start off with someone being hunted, slaughtered and eaten asdjfbfjdb. we all call her pit girl. but the meat looks like bear meat (important to remember for 2x08 😔)

mm you don’t see them actually eating a body until 2x02 and the other cannibal scene happens in 2x08. that’s one rlly sad and just 😔

oh and 2x06 there’s one kinda but it’s one of the girls hallucinating.

then the 2021 timeline follows the core 6 (taissa turner, natalie scatorccio, misty quigely, shauna shipman, lottie matthews (s2) and van palmer (mid s2)! and it’s rlly about how trauma still impacts you years later.

“the wilderness” is the really big focal point in both timelines. it’s both physical and this big metaphysical idea. and the things they did out there really follows them. they don’t process anything out of fear of being shunned.

there’s a lot of homoerotism throughout both timelines. the only canon gay couple is taivan (taissa a black femme and van a ginger butch) and then tai is married in the 2021 timeline to a woman named simone. but the show doesn’t really deny any of the ships people claim, ya know? it’s definitely a bit of queerbaiting, but also not? like spending your last formative years of puberty surrounded by girls you share trauma with but also sportsmanship from playing together since who knows honestly!!

i can’t even pinpoint all my favorite things about the show. but i do love milfs and the milfs man…the milfs 😭 and taivan are really near and dear to my heart. i see a lot of myself in both of them but especially van!

s2 is little campy and kinda different from s1 but i still love it dearly. the show will make you laugh and cry and fall in love and hate people. it’s genuinely everything i love about horror 😭

my favorite ships are: taivan, lottienat, parkinglot, and mistynat!

i highly recommend watching it and if you need more cw for episodes if you watch im happy to do it!!

- @pocolottie (if u have anything else to add pls feel free )

#honey’s nonnies 🍯#yjs brain rot #😊

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divine17 · 3 years ago

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↳ SECONDHAND NEWS | MASTERLIST

Request: “Idk how but you meet Fezco and just hit it off. Just something sweet please. Maybe with Rue too :)” - Anon

“hiii i would love a fezco x reader <3” - Anon

“honestly i’d love anything fluffy with my baby fez!!“ - Anon

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Reader smokes weed in this one!! I know it makes some people uncomfortable so I thought I’d mention it

Y’know, you really couldn’t say how it happened, or why, or even when, exactly, but it appeared as if Rue had abandoned you… At her dealer’s house.

The two of you had been hanging out and she said she had to run a quick errand. Maybe it was stupid, or naïve, but you hopped on the back of her bike and didn’t think much of it until… Well, probably about ten minutes ago, when you walked in the living room and she told you to sit and wait for her, that she’d only be a minute. You nodded, taking out your phone and beginning to waste time scrolling through Instagram.

A minute passed, then five… And then ten… And you waited patiently, occasionally glancing up and toward the doorway she’d walked into, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. You could hear vague parts of a hushed conversation taking place behind the wall, but not enough to make out what was being discussed, before there was the sound of a door clicking shut and a loud sigh. Now that, that made you a little nervous, but you still waited for her, albeit more hesitantly now.

“Oh, shit… You’re Rue’s friend, ain’t you?”

Turning your head, you see a tall, ginger-haired boy standing in the doorway she’d walked into. He’s got a lighter in one hand and blunt in the other, and he looks a bit surprised to see you sitting on his couch.

“Yeah…” You said nervously, trailing off. Were you not supposed to be here? Where was Rue? And who was this dude, exactly? You’d seen him hanging around parties a couple times, but never spoken to him or caught his name. “Where is she?”

“I dunno how to tell you this but, uh… She left. Like, a while ago, man.” The guy scratches his head, taking a couple steps forward to look out the window, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Yeah, she’s gone.”

What the fuck?

“Okay. That’s great.” You sigh loudly, collapsing back on the couch. Rue really just left you at a dealer’s house, alone, with no way to get home. What the hell are you supposed do? Just sit and rot and wait for her to realize and come get you?

“I think you need this more than me.” The redhead says, offering you his blunt. You nod, a silent thank you, before taking a hit, exhaling slowly. He sits down on the opposite end of the couch, clearly trying not to freak you out… More than you already were, at least, which you appreciated.

“Do you happen to know where she went?” You ask, glancing out the window. You could only see part of the road from your spot on the couch, but it was empty. No real sign Rue had even been there. But he shook his head. “She was my ride. I live, uh, over past the high school.”

“Oh… Well, uh… If you wanna hang out, I can drive you home when Ashtray gets here.” He says softly. You nod, passing him back the blunt. Silently, you question whether or not Ashtray seemed like a person or not, and what they’d done to get such a nickname, but decide not to ask. Some things were better left unsaid, at least for the moment. “My name is Fezco, ‘case you were wonderin’.”

“I’m Y/N.” You can’t help but smile slightly at his name. Maybe it was the weed hitting you already, but he was honestly pretty cute, and the name Fezco fit him well. “Good to meet you, Fezco.”

“You can call me Fez.” He offers, and you take the blunt from him again. “Did Rue, um… Say why she was here?”

“Said it was an errand.” You say, glancing over at the window again. A car passes quietly and Fez looks hesitant, like he’s skating across thin ice, trying to figure out what you do and don’t know. “I know you’re… You deal drugs, I think. And I know she has a problem.”

He sighs lightly, like something heavy was lifted off his chest. “Yeah, didn’t wanna say nothin’, if you didn’t know already. That’s her shit.”

You nod, leaning back on the couch. Honestly, it was comfortable, and you probably could fall asleep right now if you wanted to. Instead, you pull out your phone, staring at Rue’s contact photo. For whatever reason, you’d left your phone on the table and she’d taken a quick selfie. Her hair was fluffy and wild from the rain that night and her eyes were bright and full of life, like they always used to be. She threw up a lazy little peace sign, a smile playing on her lips. That picture of her always made you smile.

After a moment, you put your phone back down, deciding not to text her after all. Honestly, at this point, you were curious to see how long it would take her to realize she’d left you. It had already been, what? A half hour? The mere absurdity of the situation made you giggle a little, which made Fezco shoot you a questioning look, his eyes soft and curious.

“Don’t you think it’s a little funny… She left me at her dealer’s house… It’s just a bit dum-, I mean, no offense. I got lucky, you’re very sweet.” You gesture down to the last of the blunt that rested between your fingers, realizing that the two of you had been absentmindedly passing it back and forth, like it was normal for you, like old friends. “But it is a bit crazy.”

“Yeah.” He laughs lightly, in a sad kind of way. “I’d tell you I’ll talk to her ‘bout it, but I think she needa hear it from you. She’s family, but I can’t fix her shit like that.”

You nod, thinking. She’s family. “Yeah. Probably for the best.”

“You mad at her?” Fez asks, leaning forward to stub out the roach. You shake your head, and he responds quietly. “Yeah, I feel that.”

“Why? You mad at her too?” It’s his turn to nod, and you suddenly feel anxious, nervous that you had something to do with it.

“Not ‘bout you, though, you’re chill. Different stuff.” He looks around the room, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. He flips through a few channels for a moment before deciding that this one would be good background noise.

The living room is big, you think. There’s a second couch to your right, and a coffee table loosely scattered with trinkets and an ashtray rests in front of you. A couple blankets were tossed across the furniture, but not messily. It’s quite cozy, and somehow, it felt safe. Like nothing bad could happen to you in this moment, as you sat on Fezco’s couch, high as a kite on a Thursday afternoon. Ironically enough, it was like you could finally relax.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a while before the door opens, revealing a little kid, backpack slung over his shoulder. Fez smiles softly as he sits the bag down by the door. They talk for a moment, but honestly, you weren’t listening to their conversation.

A minute later, Fez says your name lightly, getting your attention. He reaches his hand out and you feel comfortable to take it. He says goodbye to Ashtray, who gives a quick thumbs up as he goes down a hallway, before leading you outside and to his car. Strangely, it feels weird to leave, but the drive home is comfortable and quiet. The radio is low and the two of you make casual, lazy conversation.

“Thank you, for driving me home. And for letting me smoke your weed.” You laugh, and he smiles for a moment.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You’re cool.” He looks over at you and you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. His eyes are back on the road within moments, but you bring your hand to cover your rosy cheeks anyway. “Might gotta do it again, if you have time.”

“I think I can make time for you, Fez.”

Maybe, just maybe, Rue accidentally leaving you with Fez hadn’t been so bad after all.

#fezco #fez #fezco euphoria #fez euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria #euphoria fanfiction #euphoria spoilers #euphoria x reader #fezco x reader #fezco x y/n #fezco imagine #fezco fluff #angus cloud

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just-mya-writing · 4 years ago

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wasn't sure if you wanted it where reader is in a relationship with each boy, or if there's just a crush, so I did both cuz why not

Fem!Reader Casually Mentions she Masturbates in Front of the Boys

Kyle (if dating)

Bless this boy

He was picking you up with the plan to take you out to eat

You were running just a liiiittle late

But Kyle is on a schedule

No tardiness allowed

So you knew what to expect when you hopped into the gingers car

His expression a mix between annoyance and amusement

Melted into something sweeter as you kissed him on the cheek

He couldn't even scold you for being twenty minutes late

You clicked your seat belt in place as you should always do as he started the ignition

"So what took so long? Make-up? Getting dressed?" he oh so innocently asked

"Nah, I was masturbating" you jokingly responded

oh dear god

Kyle's mind went blank and his brain shut down

You looked over at him when you realized the car wasn't moving

He sat upright, hands clenching the steering wheel, with his mouth slightly ajar

He was blushing

He was drooling

"...Kyyyyyle..."

"Ah...y-yeah?"

He seemed to snap out of it for a sec, turning to look at you while wiping his mouth

You smirked at him

"Whatcha thinking bout?" You asked with a devilish smile

Kyle turned away quickly, face becoming hotter

"I think...you know"

"Oh?" You smiled, unbuckling your seat belt "I do?"

He sunk down in his seat, hands still on the wheel of the motionless vehicle

"Mmhmm..." he bit his bottom lip as he glanced over at you

His entire face turned two shades of red as you moved from your seat to his

Prying his hands off the wheel and moving the seat back, you sat on your boyfriend's lap, staring into his glossy eyes

"I think you should tell me Kyle" you whispered, leaning close to his face. "What were you thinking when I told you I was masturbating?"

His hands were fidgeting at this point, trying to keep away from your thighs

"What would you think..." you continued, licking your lips mid sentence "if I told you I was thinking about you while I touched myself?"

That finally made him come undone

The two of you spent a long time in his car

Missing your dinner reservations entirely

(if not dating)

Flustering Kyle was so much fun to do

Also incredibly easy

You decided it'd be funny to make him turn as red as his hair while in class one day

"Hey Kyle! I know what I want you to get me for my birthday!"

"...your birthday isn't for another-"

You shut him up by thrusting your laptop in his face, showing him the site and item you were requesting

It was a dildo.

A large, black, twelve inch, pulsating, self lubricating dildo

It was on sale

He immediately started sputtering and looking away from the screen

"Wh-what the hell do you need that for?!" He squeaked

You tilted your head to the side in mock confusion

"To masturbate with...duh."

He immediately covered his face, trying to shake the dirty thoughts of one of his best friends away

You tried not to laugh as he almost groaned out your name

"Pleeeease stoooop" he pleaded, face peaking out just enough to see him blushing intensely

"..."

"...so no dildo?"

Stan (dating)

You were hanging out with your close friends one surprisingly warm day

You had convinced everyone to get some bubble tea

So now everyone was hanging around the local cafe, talking about literally nothing

Jokes, stories, and insults flew by so quickly, there was never a lull in the conversation

Stan had his arm around your waist

His grip tightening anytime you spoke and had all the boys look at you

Somehow someway, the conversation went on a huge tangent and y'all were talking about porn stars

Everyone was naming the hottest actors in multiple categories

You piped in with one you personally liked

The boys went quiet as you took a sip of your drink

"Uh...what?"

You looked at the boys curiously

Kenny had a weird smile on his face

Kyle was blushing

Cartman looked like his brain was malfunctioning

Your boyfriend started at you wildly

"You...you watch porn?" Stan asked hesitantly

"What the hell for?!" Cartman squeaked

"Sex education" you said deadpanned. "I watch when I masturbate! Duh" you rolled your eyes

"Oh ho hoo, you're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" Kenny smirked, earning a deadly glare from Stan

You just shrugged your shoulders

"Y-you can't just say stuff like that out loud!" Kyle sputtered

"How the fuck do you even do it without a dick?" Cartman argued

sigh

"Well you see, I usually start with just two fingers and-"

"Alright! That's enough, we're leaving now" Stan announced, grabbing the hand you were about to use to demonstrate and speed walking away

The comments your friends made behind you only made you laugh and cause Stan to walk faster

The blush on your boyfriend's face becoming more apparent, as well as the boner

(if not dating)

"Lalala, can't hear you, nope. I'm not listening..."

Stan was covering his ears, eyes tightly shut while you continued to laugh

"Awww, c'mon Stan. What's wrong with wanting to feel good?" You joked, bumping his shoulder

The two of you were relaxing on his couch playing video games

You didn't realize casually joking about masturbating to one of characters would cause Stan to break down, yet here you were

"Staaaaaaan, c'mon, we gotta finish" you laughed, trying to look at his face

He was definitely blushing

He grumbled incoherently, picking up his controller. Refusing to look at you as the game continued

...

"...I'd masturbate to that character too."

"Please! Why?!"

Stan couldn't exactly focus on the game anymore

Kenny (dating)

ohhhh man

This boy

He is personally offended if you touch yourself without him

You're just laying with him in your room

Actually, you're laying on the floor, while he searches for your "secret drawer" full of "secret toys"

You can't help but shake your head and joke with him

"I bet you have a purple dragon dildo" he snickered "and at least, like, three vibrators"

You laughed, nodding your head

"Oh wow, yup, you got me. I have a very large collection"

Hearing the sarcasm in your voice, Kenny looked over at you with a smirk

"Heh. Knew it"

He went back to his fake search, continuing to mess with you while you went along with it

"I can't believe I haven't even found a bottle of lube yet" he sighed, faking disappointment

"Yeahhh..." you mumbled, picking at your nails. "I used a lot of toys last night, you might wanna check under the bed"

When you didn't hear any response or movement from the boy, you looked up, angling your neck to look at him

His sad, upside-down figure looked back at you

Puppy eyes, lip out and quivering, he looked like a child that was just told they couldn't have any sweets

"...you masturbated...without me?" His voice raised an octave and he added a few fake sniffles "I thought you loved me..."

You held back a chuckle before turning to lay on your stomach

"I'm sorry baby, I was needy"

"I'm needy!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air

"Awww, you poor thing..." you shook your head. "I'll remember that for the next time"

That made him perk up as he shuffled closer to you

"Next time? When is this illusive next time?" He asked, smile growing wider

You paused to think for a second, sitting up

"...you got condoms on you?"

"Duh"

Turns out that "next time" was a lot closer than either of you thought

(if not dating)

He also casually mentions masturbating

Frequently suggests you two masturbate together

Always laughs when you say it in front of the boys cause watching them freak out is the best kind of entertainment

You and him had a sort of friendly competition to see who could get the other flustered

You won when you described how you thought of him while you touched yourself the other day

was it a lie? the truth will never be revealed

Kenny.exe has stopped working

Congrats, you broke the town slut

Cartman (dating)

NOPE

This boy is too immature to even entertain the idea of you playing with yourself

He doesn't even understand female anatomy

He's never even seen you naked before

So when you oh so casually mention a certain past time of yours, his mind just goes blank

He can't even picture it

His sweet, darling, perfect girlfriend

Masturbating?

"Only dudes masturbate! What the hell are you lying for?!"

Bless your patience

You gotta explain

He doesn't even know where the g-spot is

He didn't even know what the clit was

bully him

next time he’s with the gang

he just obnoxiously goes, “hey fuckers, did you know my girlfriend masturbates??? isn’t that weird?”

congratulations, guess what your friends are gonna be thinking about for the next forever three days

(If not dating)

???

he’s

he’s just

why are you telling him this, why is he listening, why is he thinking

he still thinks girls have balls, like

why

is personally offended each time you allude to it

#south park #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #eric cartman #south park x reader #x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny x reader #stan x reader #cartman x reader #sp #south park fanfiction #south park fic

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chickensarentcheap · 2 years ago

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Tyler stuff :)

@tragiclyhip, @youflickedtooharddamnit, @secretaryunpaid

I stumbled upon this guy (Takota’s rabbit Bologna) in the upstairs hallway and nearly had a mini stroke. I actually checked his pulse and expected the worst and starting planning the eulogy.

He was just sleeping.

Yeah, mum. Where’d the hot cheetos go?

I bet that’s why he has so much hair. All those freaking cheetos she ate.

You know Tanner’s been in the pantry when things are THIS organized

Feeling cute. Might wait you until you put on a shirt to puke down your back.

I don’t care what she or anyone else says. This is what perfection looks like.

#hottie #MILF #MIDF (mother I DO f*ck)

What in the hell...

I’m gone for four days and I come back and find this over the light switch leading from the garage into the house.

Who did this? Which one of you spawns of Satan are responsible?

These kids are way too smart and creative (and sneaky) for their own good.

We’re going to eat well for a week or two.

I kid, I kid.

I actually said that to the kids when we visited these guys and I think I traumatized them. For life. I don’t think Addie and Kota will ever be the same. I’ve never heard them scream that loud or seen them run that fast to their mother.

Finland. Nothing but snow and the love of my life to entertain me.

Miss you kids. Wish you were here.

Not really. On that last part.

Look at little mate. Fearless. Must be the ginger in him.

So I thought I’d take a glimpse at my oldest’s Insta page. She’s away with her Aunt Riley, Aunt Shaena and her bestie Alannah. And just like that, I aged about thirty years.

#ohhellno #neverleavingthehouseagain

Can I help you?

Can’t even take a nap without an audience in this house.

“Show me your mean face!”

Not what I had in mind, but okay.

Happy 41st birthday to this not so big pain in my ass.

I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather drive batshit insane for the rest of my life.

Thanks for the horde of kids, the daily trips to Target, the butt I accidentally grab during every surfing lesson, the cold feet that continuously press against my back in the middle of the night, the lengthy and humorous conversations I have with you while you’re asleep, and all those times you’ve eaten the last bagel or taken all the best donuts before I can get to them.

I love you. More than you’ll ever know.

You are the love of my life. My best friend. My confidant. My biggest cheerleader. My lover. My wife. The mother of my children. And I look forward to celebrating more of your birthdays with you.

PS: I’m sorry I cheated on you in your dream last night. I didn’t mean it. It just happened. Can I come back and sleep in the bed tonight?

#Tyler and Esme series #Esme Rake #Rake kids

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starlit-scarlet · 3 years ago

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Healing

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Wherein Levi comforts reader after the lost of a loved one.

A/N: This fic is also posted on ao3 and is dedicated to @artistic-resonance and another reader from ao3, as well as anyone who has ever lost a loved one. I lost my grandma last fall, two other grandparents in 2018, and I felt like we could all use a little comfort from the sweet, gruff man that is Levi Ackerman—that's how I see him at least.

I'd like to preface this with the following: if you feel that reading this would make things worse, please do not read it. The last thing I would ever want is for something I write to make it hurt more. I did this as a way to help, but my feelings will not be hurt if you decide not to read.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this little bit of comfort from our favorite spinny boy.

It was dark, the curtains drawn in tight, not letting a single ounce of sunlight into the living room—matching your current mood. Curled up on the couch under your favorite throw blanket—one they’d knitted for you—and all you could do was stare blankly out into the room in front of you. The cozy, woven material reminded you of them, somehow still smelling of them, remembering how their scent used to bring you peace—though that may have just been your wishful thinking. Your phone lay on the floor where it had slipped out of your hand the moment you’d received the news.

The five stages of grief, and you were in denial, having trouble believing that they were no longer with you, that you would never see them again, that beloved family member of yours that you’d been so close to.

That’s where he found you when he stepped into your home, lying on the couch, and his concern for you was so sudden that his keys slipped from his hand to land on the floor, the tinkling sound resounding through the quiet room.

“Baby.”

It was the only word he whispered before he moved. By your side in an instant, he lay down next to you, pulling you close against him, tucking your head against his chest.

The presence of him had the first of many tears slipping out of your eyes as your hands curled into fists in his shirt. You whimpered as you tried to explain to him that someone in your family had passed away through the sobs and hitching breaths that hit your body. Simply murmuring sweet nothings to you, he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head, stroking your hair and back, his touches tender, ginger, supporting you as you grieved.

“They’re gone, Levi, they’re just gone ,” you wailed, snuggling closer to him.

“I know, baby, I know.” He was the type of man who struggled with emotions, with poetic words, yet he always tried for you. It was a testament to how much he loved you.

Never once did he let you go, never once did he cease the comforting caresses within your hair as you sobbed in his arms, the well of grief threatening to never dry. He was your rock, the one person who could provide you peace, and you didn’t know what you would have done if he wasn’t in your life at that moment.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wonder.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the tears began to dry, and you nuzzled in closer against him, your lips somehow curling into a faint smile at the way he kissed the top of your head again. It had taken ages for him to become comfortable with these forms of affection, but he’d learned, and though he still floundered at times, he always did his best.

And that was all that mattered to you.

“Why, Levi?” Your breath hitched. “Why did this have to happen?”

He sighed, massaging at your scalp in a way that made you want to purr against him. “I wish I had a reason, but these things just happen in life.”

His words had you sniffling, more tears threatening to spill. “I wasn’t ready to lose them, Levi.”

“We never are.”

That was part of what was so reassuring with him, that he knew what it was like to lose family, having lost Furlan and Isabel so long ago. You’d been there to help him through it, to help him through his grief, the way he was doing with you now.

“What do I do, Levi?”

“You get through it, and I’ll be here with you, every step of the way.”

It warmed your heart to hear him say that, shivering when he brushed his lips across your forehead. Some people perhaps would wish he was more poetic, more heartfelt. But the simplicity of his responses rang louder than any profound, rhythmic verse could ever dream of being. Somehow, he always managed to give tell you exactly what you needed to hear.

Rising from the couch, he pulled the blanket off of you, scooping you up into his arms, your own coming to wrap around his neck as you cuddled close against him. He carried you into the bathroom, setting you down gently onto the counter while he turned to fill the bathtub with water and some bubble bath before directing his attention back to you once again.

Hands gentle as he removed your clothing, he placed you into the bathtub, your frame engulfed in the water and the soothing fragrance of the bubbles.

He crouched down next to the tub, ruffling your hair in a way that always made you want to hum and purr like a cat. “Do you want me to sit with you, or do you want to be alone?”

“Please, Levi, I...I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He nodded, stripping himself of his clothes, folding them neatly and setting them on the counter next to yours. Stepping into the fragrant bath, he settled in behind you, drawing your back up against his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Head falling back against him, you let yourself enjoy the simple comfort that was Levi holding you. His strong, sturdy arms against your waist, holding you close, reminding you that he would always be there for you. The gentle kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulders, reminding you that he loved you, more than anything in the world. For only you were able to see this soft, sweet side of him, the one that had been locked away before you’d both met.

Tilting your head back, he used a cup— one he kept in the bathroom for this purpose— to pour streams of water down your hair, wetting it. This was his domain, where he was most comfortable. It was how he showed you he loved you, the way he took care of you. You knew it was because his mother had done the same for him when he’d been a young boy.

Her way of making him feel better when he was little, had been to set him in a bubble bath and help him scrub away the day. He’d always been close to her, but had lost her when he was a teen, taken in by his Uncle Kenny shortly after.

A calm sigh slipped through your lips when he scrubbed at your hair with some shampoo, his hands tender, and sweet as he washed away the day, just as his mother had with him. It was a ritual the two of you had shared time and time again, the meaning of it different than between mother and son, but the bonding, the affection, all of that was still there.

Blocking your forehead with his hand, he carefully rinsed out the suds, making sure none slipped down to sting your eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple that had your heart fluttering as you turned to gaze up at him. The warmth in his blue eyes lit up his entire face, the warmth that was only ever there for you.

His hands were ginger and sweet as they caressed down your body, scrubbing and cleaning, seeking to soothe and comfort, not entice and seduce. The gentleness of his hands had you relaxing further into him, reaching a different form of bliss, feeling completely safe and at ease with him.

The two of you stayed that way, relaxing, relishing in the comfort of each other until the bubbles fizzled away and the water cooled. Only then did he rise, lifting you back into his arms and setting you on the floor so he could gently dry you, giving your wet hair a little ruffle before running the coarse fabric through it. Of its own volition, your hand lifted to caress the side of his face, and he simply turned his head to kiss your fingertips.

And people thought him cruel and callous.

Hardly, you mentally scoffed.

Gruff. A bit of an ass. A neat freak. Yes, he was all of those things.

But cruel and callous? How could you ever think him to be that way when he treated you this way? So kind and gentle and sweet. As if you were the most precious thing in his life, and sometimes...sometimes it felt as if you were.

He wrapped the towel around you, moving to dry himself off, though he tutted in amusement when you tried to step out of the bathroom.

“Let me take care of you, alright?”

That had your heart fluttering again, the wings threatening to send it flying, soaring, to land straight into the palms of his hands. As if you could ever resist him.

So when he scooped you into his arms once again, you simply nuzzled into his neck, pressing loving kisses along the skin, already feeling immensely better. The grief in your heart ran deep, but his tender love and care was already helping you heal the wound. It felt as if you were floating, and you almost didn’t want him to set you back down—though the thought was hardly reasonable.

Despite knowing you were perfectly capable of dressing yourself, he helped you anyway, pulling your shirt over your head, followed by a pair of comfortable shorts, chuckling at the way you rolled your eyes at him. That was something else only you and a few select others were worthy enough to see and hear.

His smile.

His laugh.

For only those he felt truly comfortable with was he able to put down his guard enough to enjoy the simple things of life such as humor.

“What do you want for dinner?”

The simple question drew you out of your thoughts once again, and you managed to draw out another chuckle from him when you told him what you wanted. Food from your favorite delivery place, something that meant not having to go out, and meant that he wouldn’t have to take time away from holding you, which is what you needed most.

Once he’d placed the order, he didn’t hesitate to cart you into his arms again—spoiling you to no end—and carrying you out into the living room, where the two of you could settle in on the couch, cuddling close with your legs draped over his. He tossed the blanket over you—the one he knew meant everything to you—and switched on the TV, putting on your favorite show. It was one you knew he hated, but that he was willing to watch if it meant helping you.

That was why he was your sweet, gruff Levi.

As you sat together, you slowly could feel the wounds beginning to mend further.

With him—through helping him through his own losses—you’d come to learn that grief is the love you held for a lost loved one persevering.

You didn’t know how long it would take for you to heal, but you knew that as long as you had him by your side, that you had your friends…

You could get through anything.

One day at a time.

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#lev x reader #angst #one shot #emotional h/c #comfort #soft levi #levi ackerman #reader

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willowcrowned · 4 years ago

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for the earth!anakin au: but what if time in a gffa and on earth move differently? so like it’s been a lot longer for anakin so when obi wan shows up he’s like prime aotc mullet obi wan and anakin is like... f*ck i Do Not remember him being this hot.

so normally i have zero feelings about obikin whatsoever, but this au was co-created with someone else, and apparently talking to her flips a switch in my brain so that I do have feelings about obikin (most of them because of sentences that start with “hey wouldn’t it be funny if...”), so I am happy to inform you that there isn’t just an obikin version of this au, but several.

Version One (Normal Earth)

Obi-Wan crash lands when Anakin is twenty two and just out of college. He does not recognize Anakin. Anakin recognizes him. Because he’s a massive slut, his first reaction to Anakin is to try to sleep with him. Repeatedly. Anakin isn’t sure whether to be flattered that Obi-Wan wants to sleep with him, or hurt that Obi-Wan can’t recognize him. (Normally I’d say that Obi-Wan should be let off easy because he clearly has brain damage, but in this case... I mean jesus christ he could just keep it in his pants and it wouldn’t be a problem.) Anakin has a lot of old angst surrounding it— if Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize Anakin, does that mean he’s forgotten him? Does that mean he never cared enough to begin with? Anakin has many spiraling angst sessions.

When Obi-Wan finds out, he panics. I’m talking breathing into a paper bag in a closet for three hours panicking. He does not stop. (That’s his PADAWAN and he doesn’t even RECOGNIZE him!! Has it really been so long? Is he really such a bad person? And Obi-Wan tried to have SEX with him, completely incognizant of any damage he might be doing. How could he do this? How could he hurt Anakin like this.) On the upside, seeing Obi-Wan freak out really lends Anakin some perspective on how unstable the guy is, and makes him feel a LOT better about... everything.

Version Two (Normal Earth)

Anakin is twenty two and just out of college. He’s dating a grad student. This grad student is ginger, is surprisingly ripped under his sweatervests, and has piercing blue eyes and an English accent. (It’s worth noting that in this AU Basic and English aren’t the same language. Anakin is just Like That.) When Obi-Wan shows up, he is immediately protective of his padawan, which he attributes to latent parental instinct. (It is not latent parental instinct, which, pardon me, Obi-Wan didn’t even have in the first place.) Neither he nor Anakin notice the fact that Anakin’s boyfriend is startlingly similar to Obi-Wan. They do, however, bicker about him constantly. While glaring passionately at each other. With full eye contact. While moving closer and closer together.

Obi-Wan hits his breaking point around the time he sees Anakin meditating shirtless, at which point the lust he’s been suppressing finally overwhelms Obi-Wan’s ability to repress things, which he’s been perfecting for decades. Honestly, it’s almost impressive. Neither of them ever realize that Obi-Wan is apparently Anakin’s type to a T. Anakin’s boyfriend does, and before breaking up with him, he gives Obi-Wan a copy of a summary of Freudian theory. You know, just for fun. (He’s not above a little pettiness, and Obi-Wan quite frankly deserves the breakdown.)

Version Three (DC Earth— Anakin isn’t brothers with Clark Kent)

Please bear in mind I know next to nothing about DC.

Anakin moves to Gotham after college. Instead of being a normal person, he decides to become a typical masked vigilante— he dresses up as a Jedi and goes around stopping crime like the rest of Gotham’s jamokes. When Bruce Wayne cottons on to the fact that there’s a young traumatized extremely athletic vigilante, he adopts him. Anakin does try to bite him. Bruce is still endeared.

When Obi-Wan shows up, he has a lot of emotions. First and foremost— “Anakin, are those leather tabards? You know Jedi don’t wear leather, right?” “Shut up.” “I was just—” “No. Shut up.” He is also very... worried when he hears about Batman.

There’s two ways the ensuing conversation with Bruce goes:

1) Obi-Wan believes Bruce really has adopted Anakin, and is there to have a Dad Talk with him— make sure Anakin is doing alright, that he’s eating vegetables, sleeping enough, etc. Bruce, on the other hand, has seen Anakin drooling over Obi-Wan, and has concluded that Obi-Wan and Anakin are fucking (which, fine, whatever, Anakin is an adult), so the conversation for him is a shovel talk.

2) Obi-Wan believes Bruce is Anakin’s sugar daddy. He stalks over to the manor, hair resplendent, lightsaber out, ready for some... negotiations. Bruce believes he’s there for a Dad Talk. The conversation goes sideways immediately.

In both situations, Anakin is horrified, and also mildly turned on because Obi-Wan is clearly so into him. (Obi-Wan has not realized this yet. His brain explodes when he does.)

There are more than this, but these are the ones I feel qualified to recount. I don’t know enough about DC to talk about the other ones, but I think in one of them Obi-Wan joins a group of anti-heroes and he and Anakin become nemeses but in a fun way

#I will say that I do not share your #ah #regard shall we say #for mullet obi wan #so all the obi wans here have his rots hair in my imagination #but I didn’t specify so feel free to imagine them with the aotc mullet #obikin #corn boy anakin au #star wars #star wars au #willow's aus #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi

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acnelli · 3 years ago

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First Time Falling

This is my entry for the @hpqueerfest 2021. Thanks to the mods who hosted this! And a big thank you to my great beta-readers @nagemeikenu and @static-abyss who put up with my phone-writery (writing time is hard to come by these days).

This story was inspired by Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone, and it’s set in a world where Harry didn’t go to Hogwarts, but had been prepared for his destiny.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley Rating: T TW: strong language, mentions of war time, mentions of drug and alcohol consume Prompt: Falling in love for the first time as an adult (late 20’s-early 30’s) Summary: Harry Potter –Head-Auror and Savior of the Wizarding World– spontaneously asked out a cute redhead and it turned to so much more than he could have ever hoped for.

You can also read this on AO3 and FFN.

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Not bothering to knock, Ron Weasley marched into Hermione Granger’s office. The heavy mahogany door slammed against the wall, making Hermione jump up from her chair.

“Ron,” she shrieked as a bunch of paper fell off her desk. “What happened?”

Instead of providing his best friend with an explanation for his sudden intrusion, Ron paced back and forth. The panicked look in his eyes made Hermione assume the worst.

With one swift motion, Hermione stepped in front of the redhead, forcing him to stop his frantic pacing. “Ron, please talk to me,” she pleaded, taking his hand into hers. “What’s going on? Is someone hurt? Is your family okay?”

Hermione’s worried expression and the panic in her voice finally brought Ron to his senses. “No, don’t worry, Hermione,” he sighed as he closed her office door. “I’m sorry! But...do you have time for a quick cup of tea in the cafeteria?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. This report is giving me a headache and I need a break.”

Hermione grabbed her purse and gestured for Ron to lead the way.

“I swear, Ron, if you almost gave me a heart attack over something Quidditch related, I’ll hex you into next week and make your new Firebolt disappear forever,” Hermione added as they made their way down to the Ministry cafeteria.

Ron glanced over at the bushy-haired witch, suppressing a grin as he told her his distress was indeed about Quidditch. They grabbed their beverages and headed towards a free table. Gracing him with a dark look, Hermione gestured for Ron to finally tell her what’s going on.

“Harry Potter asked me out on a date!”

This statement caused Hermione’s drink to go down the wrong way, resulting in a violent coughing fit and her spitting out the tea.

“What?” she wheezed out between coughs, as Ron cleaned his face and shirt with his wand.

He waited patiently until Hermione recovered, both from the coughing fit and the shock. “See, even you don’t believe me,” Ron sighed, harshly rubbing his hands over his face, “I don’t blame you, though. I can’t believe it myself, after all.”

Finally being able to speak again, Hermione put her elbows on the small table and leaned forward, determined to not miss a single thing about this story. “Spill! How? When? Where? And don’t you dare to leave out even the smallest detail.”

Ron shook his head, still in disbelief about what had happened to him just twenty minutes ago. Not being able to wrap his head around it, he decided to tell Hermione today’s events from beginning to end.

“Today, Robertson sent me a memo to come to his office to discuss the ridiculous complaints about the Tornados/Harpies game last week,” Ron started and couldn’t help rolling his eyes about the things he had to put up with at work sometimes. “So, I went there, gave him my report about the match and a brief overview. Thank Merlin, he only asked his usual useless questions about referee bribery claims. I was ready to launch into a whole speech but he suddenly dismissed me and told me to write up a statement for the press.

“I was just on my way back to my office when I met Seamus. The fucking wanker had the nerve to claim the next Cannons match for himself. I know he did that just to spite me so, naturally, I gave him an ear full about it as we waited for the lift. We only noticed Harry Potter standing right behind us when we got inside the lift. I probably sounded like an idiot but Seamus and I kept the conversation up because I always get second-hand embarrassment when people stop talking if Potter walks by or joins the lift.”

Hermione patiently listened to his ramblings, restraining herself from telling him to get to the point already.

Ron sipped on his tea and shook his head. “You know what? I read too much into this. Just realised that I’m acting exactly as everyone else does. What’s the big deal? Just a bloke who wants to have a pint after work.”

Hermione stared at Ron, expecting him to go on with his story, but he just kept sipping his tea.

“Ron!”

“What?”

“How did he ask you out?” She accidentally raised her voice but Hermione was finally losing her patience with him.

“I told you, he most likely-”

“Just tell me the damn story, already!” Hermione snapped, blushing a little when she noticed the people on the other tables giving her funny looks.

“Alright,” Ron said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Calm down, barmy woman.”

“You're the one marching into my office like a lunatic. Spill it! Now!”

With a heavy sigh, Ron continued with his story, curling his hands around the tea mug to keep from fidgeting.

“Seamus had already gotten off at another level, so it was just me and Potter in there. I tried to avoid the awkward silence, so I asked him if he followed Quidditch and was going to listen to or even watch the Tornados match tonight. He said that he does follow Quidditch and that he intended to listen to the match at home but if I'd be up to it, we could listen to it at this new pub that just opened in Diagon. He totally caught me by surprise, but I must've agreed because he told me he'll meet me at the fireplaces at 5. Then he left the lift. Then I freaked out and came to your office.”

Ron marked the end of his story by taking another sip of his tea before he defiantly crossed his arms in front of him.

“Jesus, Harry Potter actually asked you out! Oh my God!” Hermione almost squealed, grasping one of Ron's arms.

“Nah! I don't think so anymore. I bet he just wanted to have a pint and was only being polite when he asked me to come along,” Ron said. “Who'd ask someone out like that anyway?”

“Someone looking for a partner?”

“Yeah, but think about it, Hermione. Why would he ask me out? The guy is not only fucking famous, he's also devilishly handsome. He could have anyone he wanted.”

“So?”

Ron looked at Hermione as though she'd just declared the desire to live as a chicken.

“So? So, why would someone ask me out while on a random stroll through the Ministry? Who'd think ‘Oh, that freakishly tall ginger with more freckles than skin looks kinda awkwardly cute. Let's try to get a leg over?'"

“I dated you,” Hermione interjected.

“You don't count.”

“Well, thank you!” Her sarcasm was all but ignored by Ron.

“I just know I'll embarrass myself tonight,” Ron insisted, looking quite unhappy. “Let's go back to work. I still have to write that useless report.”

“Devilishly handsome, hm?”

“Shut up!”

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Harry didn't know what had possessed him to ask the cute ginger out for a pint.

Maybe it had been the Prophet article speculating for the umpteenth time about when the Savior of the Wizarding World would finally settle down and make some black-haired, green-eyed babies. Rita Skeeter had many ideas about what worthy witch could conquer the heart of Harry Potter. All things considered, the article had probably not been the worst thing written about him so far.

Sometimes he wondered if he should've taken Sirius’ advice to feed the press and public meaningless details of his life. It wouldn't stop the constant speculations and made-up affairs, but it probably would reduce the paparazzi following him around, the crazy fans sending him love letters and maybe, they would find something more newsworthy than where Harry Potter bought his toilet paper.

But he hated the fact that people demanded this from him. He was 29 now, and while the great hype about him was over, he still seemed to be interesting enough to write about, even over a decade after his defeat of Voldemort.

He knew the majority of the Wizarding World was sincerely grateful for what he'd done. There were so many parents thanking him for the simple fact that they're still alive and able to see their children grow up.

It reminded him that it was all worth it. The sacrifices, the nearly friendless childhood, his secret life away from the public, the growing up with the knowledge that he might not live long enough to celebrate his 17th birthday. All of that had resulted in ending Voldemort once and for all.

When he'd destroyed the Dark Lord and his Horcruxes though, Harry’s hope of finally living a normal life got crushed soon after. In the post-war world, it had been next to impossible to lead a life like everyone else. Because of his childhood and his training by Alastor ‘Mad Eye’ Moody himself, he learned not to trust easily. And since occasions to make friends or interact with strangers had been few and far between, he never really learned what to look for in a friend.

He was well aware that he was complaining about a comfortable life. His parents had left him a respectable amount of gold, and Sirius bought him a flat in London after he graduated from Auror Academy. Maybe he'd gotten this job because of his fame and reputation, but he knew he deserved the position as Head Auror. There was hardly anyone with the same amount of training and experience he brought to the table, and he was under the impression the people working for him did genuinely like him as a boss. Two of them he even considered friends after all these years.

Aside from the two friends at work he also had his family. He had Sirius, Remus, Andromeda, Tonks and his godson, Teddy. He wasn't alone by any means, but he'd never met someone he could possibly fall in love with. Hell, aside from one of Tonks’ old friends from school and her father's attempts to set him up with several of his countless nieces—and later nephews when Harry told his family girls didn't do it for him—he'd never even dated. Toby—a fellow student from elementary school and the only friend his age—dragged him to Muggle pubs and clubs, resulting in the occasional snog or even a shag with a stranger. Needless to say, his first time hadn't exactly been romance novel material and it sure wasn't something he liked to think about. Sometimes, Harry feared that he would never fall in love, that he wasn't capable of developing those feelings for another person.

Those unpleasant thoughts combined with the Rita Skeeter article may have been the result of his sudden impulse to just go for it and ask the redhead out. But it also could have been the brilliant blue eyes, the kind, shy smile and the lean shoulders. Harry was sure, though, that the main reason for it had been the fact that this man hadn't treated him like a Messiah. It had just been an easy conversation, even if it had been only two minutes.

Harry hoped it would remain that way when they watched the game later. In fact, he could just brush it off as a friendly meeting with a fellow Ministry worker if Cute Ginger wasn't interested in anything more.

But when he thought about the redhead’s lopsided grin, Harry felt a foreign flutter in his stomach and he couldn't help but hope for more, even if it was just another visit to the pub.

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In the 30 years of Ron Weasley’s existence, he'd never been on time for something not work-related. Today, though, he was almost ten minutes early as he waited by the fireplaces for Harry Potter.

Again, he felt rather pathetic. For a hot second, he considered waiting in a nearby bathroom to pass the time, pretending to get to their meeting place just in time. But then he reminded himself that he wasn’t a petty teenager anymore, and even if Potter found it pathetic, Ron didn’t expect a repeat of tonight, anyway.

He decided to just treat this like a meet-up with Dean and Seamus every other Thursday after work. Just two guys, enjoying a couple of pints together, talking about Quidditch. Nothing special. Nothing to freak out over.

The atrium was busy as ever but he spotted Potter right away when the Head-Auror stepped out of the lift and made his way towards the fireplaces. He still wore his magenta work robes and Ron couldn't help but notice how sexy they looked on him.

“Hi!” Potter greeted Ron, smiling somewhat shyly. “Ready for some beer and Quidditch?”

“Sure! But I forgot to introduce myself earlier, so I figured I'd do that now,” Ron said, giving the dark haired man a smile in return, as he offered his hand for a proper introduction. “I'm Ron. Ron Weasley.”

“I'm Harry.”

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“No way! How did he get out of there?”

Harry barked out a laugh at Ron's tale of a night out with Seamus and Dean. His outburst was loud enough for the other guests of the pub to look in their direction. Ron found it amusing how a simple change into Muggle clothes, different glasses, and a slightly lighter hair colour resulted in no one recognizing the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Since it was a Muggle police station, Seamus had to spend the night there. Statute of Secrecy, and all. We picked him up the next morning and filled him in on what he'd done the night before, including showing everyone his pale arse.” Ron grinned deviously at the memory. “I invented some things for good measure. Unfortunately, Dean is too good for this world and told him a few hours later that I was taking the mickey.”

Harry shook his head, chuckling. “That reminds me of Remus searching the whole of London for Sirius, only to find him several hours later in a hidden spot on the roof. He was gazing at the stars and totally stoned. Combined with Firewhiskey, he didn't remember a single thing from that night.”

“Sirius?” Ron looked quite interested at the mention of his Godfather’s name. “Sirius, as in Sirius Black?”

“Yes. He was my Dad’s best friend. And he's my Godfather.”

“I'm just asking because I'm related to the Blacks. My grandfather married Cedrella Black.”

“Yes, I recognize the name. Her face got blasted off the family tree,” Harry said, and at Ron's raised eyebrow quickly added, “Sirius’ mother blasted everyone off that tree who didn't uphold the Black family's motto ‘Toujours pur’. So, Cedrella must have gone against the high and mighty Black Pureblood tradition.”

“Well,” Ron said, taking a swig of his beer, “she married a Weasley. I'm sure that alone was reason enough to disown her. The Weasleys have been notorious blood traitors since forever.”

“Sounds like your grandmother had good taste in men if you ask me.”

Harry winked at Ron, and the redhead felt the burning blush creeping up his neck.

Ron was once again amazed at how little time it had taken him to lose his nervousness. But Harry Potter made it very easy for him. Harry was confident, yet humble and polite. His humor didn't have Ron's sarcastic edge, but the redhead found Harry delightfully witty with a good amount of sass.

Ron didn't know what he expected but it was undeniable how easy it was to talk to Harry. He could only hope the raven-haired man enjoyed this just as much as he did. Harry laughed at his jokes and seemed genuinely interested in Ron's more-than-mundane life.

As much as Ron tried to see this as a meeting with a good friend, he couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest every time Harry smiled at him or his leg accidentally bumped against Ron's. And if the alcohol hadn't gone to his head already, making him imagine things, Harry's eyes kept flitting down to Ron's lips.

When the woman behind the bar announced the final round, they decided to call it a night since it was one of Harry's work Saturdays tomorrow.

As they ventured out of the crowded pub and into the cool night air, Ron was disappointed about the evening coming to an end. Time had flown and he was sure they could've talked for several more hours.

“Would you mind if I walk you home?” Harry asked just as Ron wanted to wish him a good night.

Ron nodded, not being able to suppress his smile as Harry obviously remembered him mentioning that he only lived a few blocks away.

They kept their pace slow and walked a little closer to each other than necessary, their hands bumping against one another. Every touch sent a jolt through Ron's body and he wanted nothing more than to take Harry's hand.

Eventually, they reached their destination. During the entire walk home Ron had gathered all of his Gryffindor courage to ask Harry out, this time for an official date.

“I- um,” Ron started, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck to ease his nerves. “I really enjoyed this evening and I was wondering...Maybe I got this all wrong, but you seem interested, and well, I'm interested too. And if you're not, that's totally fine. But...caniseeyouagain?”

And before Ron's face had the time to go completely crimson, he got his answer as Harry took his hand to pull him close, leaned up and kissed him.

Harry pulled back from Ron's lips, his stunning, green eyes slightly darker than usual and holding a hopeful glint.

Ron didn't give himself the chance to overthink as he put his hand on the back of Harry's neck and kissed him again. A deep groan escaped him when Harry licked at Ron's bottom lip and Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ron was positive that he'd never experienced something more incredible than kissing Harry Potter. The only things he was capable of paying attention to were Harry and the wild thumping of his heart. And while it was exhilarating and new and positively made him weak in the knees, it also felt a lot like coming home.

Having lost all sense of time, Ron couldn't tell if they'd kissed for a minute or several hours when they broke apart. Harry's hands still gripped his shirt and Ron let his own hands glide from Harry's dark hair down over strong, well-defined shoulders to finally rest at his hips.

Both of them tried to catch their breath and Harry, who finally let go of Ron's shirt to put his arms around him, smiled up at Ron almost shyly.

“Yes, you can see me again,” Harry said, grinning.”What are your plans for tomorrow night?”

“Well,” Ron pretended to think about it for a second, “I thought I'd do this.”

And with that, he leaned in to kiss Harry again.

“I think that's a brilliant idea.”

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Just as he turned off the radio and grabbed his coat from the rag beside the door, a loud knock sounded through Harry's now quiet flat.

“Ten minutes early. Eager, aren't we?” Harry said as he opened the door for a tall ginger with a picnic basket in one hand and a broom in the other.

“Says the one waiting right beside the door like a good dog.”

Ron shoved his way inside, putting down the basket and broom before pulling Harry into his arms.

“Happy Birthday,” Ron murmured against the other man's lips. “And I thought I was supposed to give you a present, not the other way around?”

Harry pulled back a little, apparently confused. Ron grinned at him and squeezed Harry's arse. “Thanks for wearing my favourite pants today.”

Chuckling, Harry pointed at the broom Ron had brought with him. “No way I'll fly on a broom in these. Good thing I also packed my joggers.”

Ron hadn't told him where they were going for Harry's Birthday. He'd just instructed Harry to be ready at 9 in the morning, so they'd be back in time for dinner at Grimmauld Place with Harry's family.

Only two months had passed since their first kiss, but Harry already felt as though he'd known Ron for much longer. Every kiss, every touch, all the teasing and banter, and late night talks felt so completely natural, yet blissfully exciting.

“Come on, grab your broom. We're on a tight schedule.”

Ron winked at him and before Harry knew it, they were standing in the middle of a giant Quidditch pitch.

There wasn't a single soul besides them, but Harry immediately recognized the giant Hogwarts House banners from his family's keepsakes of their school years. Aside from that fateful day when he'd fought Voldemort on those grounds, he'd never visited the school. Not before, not after.

Harry tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. The surprise must be the result of one of their late night talks, when Harry confessed that his deepest desire while growing up had been to go to Hogwarts.

“Are we allowed to be here or do I need to arrest you for breaking into school grounds?”

Arms wrapped around him from behind and Harry could feel Ron smiling against the back of his head. “I wouldn't be opposed to playing the big bad Auror and the naughty Suspect later, but this is actually 100% legal. Having contacts with important Quidditch officials has its perks sometimes. And my annual chess game against McGonagall helped too, I suppose.”

“Okay then,” Harry said, lifting one of Ron's hands to his mouth to brush his lips against his knuckles. “Fill me in on that plan of yours.”

Ron let go of him and reached for their brooms, tossing one of them at Harry. “I thought we'd fly over the grounds first, so I can show you everything from above. The castle looks fucking amazing from up there and the Great Lake is a sight to die for when the water reflects the sun.”

Ron mounted his broom and flew in slow circles around Harry as he continued to talk. “I hope you don't mind that I invited your family for dinner. But I thought we could all show you the castle, introduce you to our favourite spots and secret places. Andromeda can show us the Slytherin common room. I've never been there myself. I'll show you the kitchen first. That's where I'll cook dinner later while the others show you around.”

Jumping down from his broom, Ron looked at Harry with a mixture of excitement and reluctance as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was a telltale sign of the redhead being nervous, Harry had learned in the last weeks.

“So, I thought this to be fitting for a 30th Birthday. I wasn't sure what to get you that you don't already have, and I reckoned this might be fun.”

Harry didn't know what to say and his silence only made Ron doubt his plan more. It always baffled Harry how Ron didn't realize how wonderful he was. He wished Ron could see himself through Harry's eyes.

Right at that moment, as Harry looked into Ron's blue eyes, it hit him. In fact, he knew he'd been harbouring these feelings inside him for weeks now, but only now he could see it with shining clarity.

He was falling in love.

The feeling was new, something he'd never experienced, but still he recognized it for what it was.

Love.

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castthy-nightedcolour · 3 years ago

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One- Shot: A Different Side (written as part of my series ‘don’t worry about a thing’ on AO3, link can be found at the bottom of the post as it won’t let me embed it)

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: GN Reader, Crowley, a very annoying mouse

Warnings and Tags: snakes, animal death/ harm, swearing, uh oh we have a pest control problem, snake crowley, comfort , are they aren’t they

Summary: mouse traps, a skip full of rubbish and a broken down bus. not exactly your dream day, but your favourite demonic entity has a trick up his sleeve and behind his glasses to help you.

Word Count: 2778

Link to original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31055930/chapters/81050182

If there was one word to describe your mood, that word would be vile. Tiny little irritants throughout the day had built to a simmering anger:

-Firstly, your bus into town had broken down about ten minutes away from your stop, meaning that you were forced to trek your way to the shops.

-Secondly, your trip to said shops wasn’t for any kind of retail therapy, but was instead to buy mouse traps. Your usually serene flat had been taken over by a little grey rodent who despite any humane efforts, was refusing to leave. You weren’t usually one for violence towards any living thing, but the little shit was out staying its welcome and had most recently been seen taking a bite out of a loaf of bread.

-When you did eventually get into town, it seemed to be the day for the world’s slowest walkers to take to the streets. Everyone was moving at about two steps per minute and you, being naturally speedy, were constantly waiting for gaps on the pavement to overtake. When you did manage to do this, there would be a whole new couple walking side by side, plodding along at a snail’s pace. You weren’t getting anywhere quick.

All in all, not your finest hour. This all came to a head on Oxford Street, or as you liked to call it, hell.

Your brain felt as though it were made of jelly, your temperature was rising, and someone stopped right in the middle of the street to check their phone. Slamming right into the back of them, you immediately let out something resembling a howl before running to your side off down Old Cavendish Street, somewhere slightly quieter. You leaned against the nearest wall, hot anger bubbling within you for what at the time, seemed like a life or death scenario of you getting out of town with the mousetraps, but in retrospect was just the culmination of various shitty things.

The last thing which you wanted to hear was any sign that you were being perceived, but a teenage boy riding past you on a bike shouting an obnoxious ‘WAHEYYYY’ at you was enough to tip you over the edge. You bashed your head back on the wall, feeling acid tears of anger falling, pedalled down your face by your short temper. Then, another shout came towards you from across the street.

‘Y/N? Is that you?’

You were ready to push yourself off the wall to lunge at this person until your brain caught up with recognition. Tilting your head forwards, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw floppy, ginger hair bouncing over the street atop a leather-clad frame. The sunglasses perched on his nose brought you a feeling somewhere between relief and fear.

You and Crowley had a relationship which can only be described as ‘are they? Aren’t they?’

You sure as hell couldn’t tell if he had any romantic feelings for you, and he gave off vibes so mixed that they were jumbled by this point. People always commented on the electricity between the two of you whenever you were together, but you tried not to get your hopes up and usually just put this down to his magnetising nature.

He’d told you about himself, and you thought that he must have trusted you somewhat to be able to disclose that he was a demon to you.

Then again, maybe he was just overly confident.

In the state you were currently in, you couldn’t decide whether to run into his arms to scream, or run as quickly away from him as was physically possible.

Your body chose neither and just stood there, open mouthed and gawking as the tears continued to fall with no effort from your eyelids. Crowley examined you, peering over the top of his sunglasses to try and decipher the scene before him.

‘Don’t tell me someone’s upset you, because I will find them for you, Y/N’ he started, rearing himself up as he spoke. You jumped in.

‘No, no. Not upset. I swear. Just… pissed off. Massively, massively pissed off. Short fuse today, y’see.’

‘Oh. Well, I know all about that. I’m quick to anger at any given moment but then again, ‘s in my nature. What exactly are you doing down here?’

You looked to your side at the gigantic skip full of building waste, then down to your feet where someone’s puke sat. You looked back up to the demon.

‘It was a quick escape, one that was made before I slapped someone in the face.’

Crowley looked slightly taken aback, not expecting any expression of violence from you considering your usually placid nature.

‘Ooookay. Well, I won’t ask for details but, here.’ He leaned over slightly and brushed away some of the tears which were still running down your face. You could swear that you both stopped breathing for a moment as he touched you but then again, you weren’t in a fit state for rational thinking.

‘Thank you,’ you breathed out. ‘I’m all good, I promise. Just need to breathe.’ You gave a reassuring smile to the demon and noticed him looking down to your hand, holding a flimsy plastic bag containing the mouse traps.

‘What you got there? Looks interesting.’ He said, tilting his head to try and get a closer look. You brought the bag up to your chest.

‘Oh, mouse traps. There’s a little shit thinking that he owns my flat who’s probably currently in my bread bin. Thought I’d stop the problem while I could, considering there’s that saying about seeing mice. Y’know, for every mouse you see, there’s always another one somewhere. Can’t wait to clean that up!’ Your words had somewhat of a bite, being spat like venom.

‘Woah. You really are pissed, aren’t you?’ Crowley responded, half smirking. For some reason, this set you off again.

‘Yes. Yes, actually I am. Because y’know what? This day has been fucking horrific! I genuinely don’t think that I’ve had two consecutive minutes of peace since the second I woke up. I can’t relax because of the mouse, then there was the bus, and the walking, and the pain in my feet, and the twat who decided to check his phone in the middle of Oxford Street. Sorry, who the hell does that? I just feel like I’ve been left out of any plans that the universe had to let people go about their day without a care in the world. So yes, I’m fuming.’ You gave a huff before realising that you were now crying again. Crowley stood slightly dumbstruck, shifting his weight between his feet. You glanced off to the side, watching the shoppers propel themselves down Oxford Street.

The demon then spoke, his voice low and sincere.

‘Can I give you a lift?’

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After what felt like a windswept journey in the Bentley, Crowley screeched to a halt outside your flat. Jolting forwards slightly, the plastic bag containing the mouse traps crinkled between your legs.

You’d calmed down quite significantly, but now felt a combination of complete embarrassment that you’d had such an outburst in front of the being that you completely adored, and absolute excitement that he’d even offered you a lift. This wasn’t helped when you heard him say,

‘Let me walk you upstairs. Check that you’re okay.’

You felt fizzy, and as the two of you trudged up to your flat, you felt as though you could lift off any second. As you unlocked your front door, Crowley leaned on the doorframe, peering in to the hallway as you threw your bag on the floor. You suddenly regretted this as when the bag hit the floor, there was a scuttle from under your bedroom door, and the little mouse took one giant sprint off towards the kitchen. You screamed in shock as the little bastard took itself away, and Crowley grabbed onto your arm. This made you jump for a second time.

‘Woah woah there, calm down. It’s just a little mouse, we’ll sort this,’ Crowley sweetly spoke, lulling your heart back to a slightly normal rate. You looked down to his arm resting on yours and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Crowley had a look on his face which would have read from ten miles away as one with a scheme brewing.

‘Look Y/N, I’m going to do something here which I don’t do very often, and all I’m asking is that you don’t freak out,’ the demon announced.

You couldn’t help but make a sarcastic joke.

‘What’s that then, the housework?’ Smirking, you looked up at Crowley who glared at you through his sunglasses.

‘Fine, you don’t need my help!’ He huffed, obviously taking the piss but you couldn’t help but tease him back into good spirits.

‘No no, sorry Crowley. What have you got for me?’

‘Snake.’

You stood there for a second, trying to make any sense of what he just said and burning up slightly as you wondered if this was perhaps his way of flirting.

‘A… a snake? You have a snake?’

‘Yes. Well, no. Well… yes. Look it’s complicated, can I just show you?’

Uh oh. Maybe this was him flirting.

You thought for a second before hearing an almighty crash from the kitchen, and from down the hallway you saw an entire loaf of bread fall to the ground, followed by a small army of mice. Again, you let out a scream as Crowley slammed the door shut behind the both of you.

‘How fucking many are there now?!’ You exclaimed, turning to face Crowley who was now quickly shifting between his feet. He suddenly grabbed your shoulders.

‘Look Y/N, tell me quick, do you have a phobia?’

‘Of mice? I think that’s pretty evident Crow-‘

‘No, of snakes. Are you scared of snakes?’

‘What is it with you and these snakes?’ You laughed. The demon then stood dead still and stared right at you.

‘Stay still. Don’t freak out please. I promise this will help.’

Before you knew it, Crowley’s hands had disappeared off your shoulders and he seemed to disappear entirely from before you. Confused, you looked down at the floor.

What you saw took your breath away for what felt like forever.

Rows and rows of black scales suddenly lined your hallway, flowing from side to side as the form made its way towards the kitchen. This didn’t take long, considering the snake’s body seemed to run on forever, there must have been at least 10 metres of the creature occupying your apartment.

You’d never really considered Crowley’s powers before. While you were aware that he was a demon, this thought didn’t control your every interaction with him. He was just Crowley- your friend Crowley- your possibly more than a friend Crowley- your Crowley. Shapeshifting had never been part of the picture.

But it was so, so beautiful.

Moving.

And snakes were never your favourite but this was just something else.

Squeals of mouse terror came from the kitchen as a massive shadow rose up throughout the whole apartment. Crowley was sitting up on his body, his head pointed towards any mouse that he could detect and a razor sharp stare in his luminescent eyes.

Your favourite part of this whole scenario was laying on the floor in front of you- Crowley’s sunglasses, sans Crowley for the first time ever. You smiled as you bent down to pick them up, your feet planted to the spot due to the inherently overwhelming nature of what was happening. You ran your fingers over the frames feeling the heat that was stored in them.

There was something so human about the lingering warmth to the metal, but that thing that made it so distinctively Crowley was the fact that the heat never seemed to fade.

The floor seemed to move as the scales once again shifted, with Crowley turning round to come back towards you. Cold fear seized your entire body, despite the oddly comforting and protective energy of this gigantic creature. His yellow eyes were right in front of your face before you’d even managed to properly react to him moving towards you.

You blinked and the Crowley that you knew and … ahem… was standing in front you, a live mouse swinging from his hand by the tail.

‘Consider those rodents dispatched.’

The mouse in his hand was thrashing wildly from side to side and while you hated the little shits, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. You went to protest but no words came out of your mouth.

You’d just witnessed something- something that couldn’t exactly be described as a miracle but to you- maybe?

Crowley noticed the panic in your eyes directed towards the mouse and realised what he needed to do. The mouse disappeared in another of your blinks.

There were so many pressing questions on your mind, but you only managed to actually articulate one of them.

‘Please tell me you didn’t eat those mice, Crowley?’ Your tone was somewhere between intrigue and massive concern.

The demon scoffed, ‘I prefer oysters normally, Y/N. No, I didn’t eat them. I can assure you though, they won’t be back any time soon.’

Palpable silence hung between the two of you. You naturally seemed to hold out Crowley’s sunglasses to him, staring directly into the eyes which served as a reminder of his other form as you did so.

Crowley went to slowly take the glasses off you, but in a snap decision, you snatched them back. Crowley wasn’t exactly thrilled by this.

‘Hey, don’t play games with those. They’re my-‘

He didn’t stand a chance of finishing his sentence before you jumped in, with your subconscious mind taking a grasp on your mouth. Maybe this was a trick of Crowley’s, but at least some of it came from your heart.

‘Do it again. Turn back.’

The two of you stared at each other as a smirk took over the demon’s face.

‘Really? It seemed to terrify you, dearest.’

The cockiness in his voice only persuaded you to carry on pushing.

‘Not at all! No no, it was just... well it was a shock at first. Obviously. Like who the hell else can do that? But no, not terror. It’s intrigue. I swear.’

You made sure to assert yourself in your voice as your brain convinced you that you would never rest again unless Crowley turned back into a snake. It was almost like the sheer shock had morphed into utter obsession in a matter of seconds.

And maybe you just adored every part of Crowley and him being vulnerable in showing a new side to you? Well...

Again, you blinked and he was gone for a moment, before the black reptile rose up to meet your gaze. He hadn’t continued to question you.

The presence was unexplainable, physically so big in the space but even just the idea of him just seemed to fill up every corner of the place. Moving the sunglasses into your right hand, you tentatively raised up your left.

‘Can... may I? Can I touch?’ You softly asked, mimicking a petting action in the air. Somehow, Crowley let you know that it was okay, pulling your hand towards him with some kind of magnetising energy.

Your fingers lightly brushed the scales on his head and you took a breath so deep you almost triggered hiccups. The texture was confusing, it almost seemed like it was shifting forms by the second- smooth then rough, hard then feather soft, but still always cool as marble. You fully rested your hand down as you glanced along the entire body, once again filling up the entire hallway.

‘Crowley, this is beautiful. I mean that.’ You whispered, transfixed on what you were seeing.

Then, the unimaginable happened. Your hand which had ended up resting on the snake’s head suddenly felt warm.

Was... was he blushing? You decided to test the water slightly more.

‘I didn’t even imagine that anything could be so magnificent but, well. Here you are. So gorgeous.’

Sure enough, another flush felt through your hand.

‘Crowley, are you blushing?’ You giggled. The heat on his face then took another rise, this time enough to hurt you slightly. You drew your hand away instinctually, but with a smile still on your face.

This was now a day worth noting. The day that started with a mouse in a bread bin and some unfortunately placed anger, and ended as the day that you made a snake blush.

And of course, he made you blush too.

A new side of Crowley. One that you couldn’t help but adore.

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wh0reyp0tter · 4 years ago

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Chapter Two: After Tournament Activities

Y/N Y/L/N is chosen as one of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Along with the struggles of being one of the champions, she also has to navigate her feelings for her best friend, Hermione Granger. But, as far as Y/N knows, Hermione fancies Krum.

Includes: Angst, pining, swearing, wlw, bi!reader (mentions of flirting with men), smut, name-calling, Krum hating, fighting, physical violence, fighting, mentions of injuries, and flirting

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“Oi! There they are! The man and woman of the hour!” Fred exclaims. I’m suddenly tossed into the air beside Harry as they all cheer loudly.

“We knew you two would be fine,” George exclaims loudly.

“Lose an arm? Maybe” Fred continues.

“Lose a leg? Sure,” George laughs.

“But tie it in altogether? Not a chance!” They finish together. The whole common room erupts into cheers again as Harry and I hold the eggs up. They let us down as we set the eggs on the table. I see Hermione walking up to me, I smile at the small girl as she tugs me into a hug.

“You’re a bloody idiot,” she whispers.

“Hey, hey hey! No need to be rude,” I chuckle as I rub her back.

“You gave me a bloody heart attack! You almost got burned,” she says as she pulls away to look up at me with a pointed look.

“Ced got burned and Harry got chased around by a dragon. I don’t see you scolding them, Miss. Granger,” I tease as I poke her cheek. Hermione tries to suppress her smile as she glares at me.

“I would be scolding them. You caught my attention first,” she says. I laugh softly as I pull her into me again.

“Glad to know I always have your attention,” I smirk.

“Oh piss off you git,” Hermione says with a smile on her face. Her cheeks turn a softly rose color. She pulls away from me as she looks me up and down. “You didn’t get burned right?” I shake my head quickly before she nods.

“I don’t think Krum likes me,” I say suddenly.

“Why do you say that?” Hermione asks as she cocks her head.

“He always glares at me and shit. And I may or may not have made fun of him for getting points docked,” I say with a laugh as I rub the back of my neck.

“Y/N! Be nice,” she scolds as she narrows her eyes.

“Not my fault! If he’s being a toss pot, I’m gonna treat him like shit back,” I defend myself. Hermione shakes her head at me.

“Or you could be the bigger person,” she points out.

“Have you ever known me to be the bigger person?” I ask with a smirk. Hermione smiles softly as she shakes her head. I pull her over to the drink table before I fill my cup with firewhiskey as I turn to the small girl. “Want some?” Hermione nods as I hand her a cup full of the liquor.

“Thank you,” Hermione smiles brightly. I nod as I take a swig of my drink.

“How about you open the egg Harry!” Someone in the room calls. I turn my head to see the brown haired boy grin and pick up the large golden egg. He pulls it open before a loud shriek echoes throughout the room. I cover my ears tightly as I wince and look at Hermione. Harry slams the egg closed as he looks up with wide eyes. He sets it back down as he looks flustered. I laugh softly as I uncover my ears.

“Merlin,” Hermione mutters as she shakes her head.

“Well, that was something,” I laugh loudly. Hermione laughs softly as she looks up at me. I take her hand as I neck my drink quickly before I walk to the table full of drinks. I pour myself more firewhiskey as I feel a weight against my side. I look to see Hermione leaning into me. I blush softly as I smile to myself.

“I’m nervous, B,” she says softly. I look down at the small girl as my face contorts into one of confusion.

“Why darling?” I say as I snake an arm around her small waist.

“Because, this whole thing is dangerous. You and Harry are two of my best friends and I don’t want to lose either of you”. I coo softly as I rub her side softly.

“Nothing bad will happen to me, H. I’m invincible!” I exclaim before taking another gulp of the burning liquid.

“Promise?” She says softly as she looks up at me.

“Course, darling,” I smile. I press a soft kiss to her hairline before I take another drink.

“I’m holding you to that, Y/L/N,” Hermione smiles. I shake my head as I laugh.

“Alright, Granger,” I say. As time passes the party dies down. The only people left are me, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, George, Fred, and Lee. I’m sitting next to Hermione on the couch, my back against the arm rest as she sits right in front of me. I reach my hand out and brush a piece of her long curly hair out of her face as I tuck it behind her ear. “You’re so pretty.” Her face turns a deep red color as she smiles shyly.

“You’re just saying that,” she replies, her soft voice just above a whisper.

“Absolutely not, I think you are the most gorgeous girl to ever exist,” I say softly. My eyes dart from her chocolate brown eyes down to her soft pink lips before settling back on her eyes. She licks her lips softly as she stares into my eyes. Hermione brings her cup to her mouth before taking a quick drink. Some firewhiskey dribbles down her chin. I reach my hand out before I wipe my finger across it, collecting the liquid on my thumb. I bring my thumb to my mouth before sucking the fiery liquid off. Hermione watches with her lips slightly parted and her eyes glossy.

“I should, uh, go talk to Ginny,” Hermione says quickly as she shakes her head, breaking her trance.

“I’m gonna go find Harry,” I spout as I turn and walk quickly to the other side of the room.

“Y/N/N! There you are!” He cheers.

“I am such a bloody idiot,” I curse myself softly as I lean my head on the wall.

“What happened?” He asks as his hand finds the small of my back.

“I told her she was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, and then I started into her eyes then looked at her lips. And when she dribbled a little of her drink on her chin, I used my thumb to wipe it away and I sucked it off my thumb,” I groan. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N,” Harry laughs.

“Shut it you tosser,” I say loudly.

“Sorry, sorry,” he replies as he throws his hands up in defense.

“Why can’t I just be normal, and have a crush on you or even Ron for Merlin’s sake,” I shriek.

“Who has a crush on me?” Ron asks as he walks towards us.

“Not me, that’s the problem,” I huff.

“Why do you want to have a crush on me? Is it my dashing good looks?” Ron winks. I scoff as I turn to look at him.

“If I wanted a Weasley with good looks I’d go after Bill or the twins,” I bark. Ron’s face drops as he looks at me. I sigh before continuing. “I’m only giving you shit, you’re hot, Weaslebee. Especially in that brown tank top and the stripped pajama pants.” I wink at the now blushing boy.

“Y-you think I’m hot?” Ron stutters.

“Well, obviously! Have you looked in the mirror?” I laugh.

“Most people prefer Harry over me,” he mutters.

“I’ve got a thing for red-heads. Ask the twins,” I say with a wink. Ron’s jaw drops as he scurries off to find his brothers.

“What did you do to him?” Harry laughs as we watch our best friend talk to his brothers with a red face. The twins turn to look at me as they shoot me a wink. I wink in return as Ron’s eyes widen.

“Gave him a bit of a confidence booster, he really doesn’t think highly of himself,” I say softly. Harry’s face falls as he looks at the smaller ginger.

“Well, I think he’s great,” Harry smiles.

You falling for your best mate, Harry?” I laugh.

“No, but you’re not the only bisexual that can appricate the godlike genes of the Weasleys,” Harry winks.

“You’re-” I start. My eyes widen with disbelief.

“I am,” Harry laughs.

“How did you-” I ask.

“I had my suspicions first year when I saw this older Hufflepuff,” Harry replies.

“Do you fancy anyone at the moment?” I ask with a smirk. Harry looks away with a blush on his face. “C’mon I won’t tell anyone.” I watch as the messy-haired boy's eyes shift over to look at Ginny. I gasp loudly as a grin cuts across my face. “You like Gin!”

“Shut up!” He seethes as he glares at me.

“You so do,” I giggle loudly. I take another gulp of my firewhiskey as I wink at him. His face turns bright red as he rolls his eyes.

“And you like Hermione, we both like someone a little out of our reach,” Harry says as he nudges me.

“You two like someone?” A voice asks. My head turns as I see Hermione standing there with Ron.

“Uh, yeah, we do,” Harry blushes.

“Who!” Hermione gasps loudly. My eyes widen as I shake my head quickly.

“Not important,” I reply. Hermione gives me a worried glance as I avoid her gaze. I shoot Harry a glare as I smack his arm.

“What the bloody hell was that for!” Harry whines. He rubs the spot where I hit him as he glares at me.

“You’re a right git you know that,” I huff.

“Who do you guys like?” Hermione asks, confused.

“No one, Hermione! Godric, just drop it,” I huff as I walk away. I go to the other side of the Common Room and lean against the wall.

“Well, hello there, Y/L/N,” someone sings. I turn to see Fred and George approaching me.

“Hello, Weasleys,” I smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We heard your little freak out on Miss. Granger over there. Are you alright?” George asks. I shrug as I take a gulp of my drink.

“What happened?” Fred asks.

“Harry and his blabbermouth were speaking so loud that ‘Mione heard him spout that I like someone. And she won’t stop pestering me trying to find out who I like,” I scoff.

“And you like Hermione?” George hums. My eyes widen as I choke on my drink.

“Of course not! What would give you that idea?” I shriek.

“Oh come off it! We’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, Y/L/N!” Fred exclaims. I roll my eyes at the pair before confessing.

“Fine, I do fancy her. But, she fancies that stupid git Krum,” I grumble as I clench my teeth together. The pair of gingers in front of me hum in acknowledgement before they look around.

“You could always flirt with other people and see how she reacts,” Fred grins.

“You’re just an evil little shit aren’t you,” I laugh loudly.

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel,” George suggests. “Who am I kidding. Fred’s way is more fun.” I laugh as I take another gulp of my drink before I look around the room. I see a younger Gryffindor girl staring at me. Once she notices I caught her, I smirk and send her a wink. Her face flushes red as she turns and giggles with her friends.

“Merlin, she’s a natural flirt! Must be a Weasley,” Fred smirks.

“Be a bit weird if I were a Weasley, wouldn’t? I mercilessly flirt with you and all your siblings any moment I can,” I laugh. Fred and George nod in agreement as the Gryffindor girl walks over to us.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” She asks shyly. I bite my lip as I nod softly. “I’m Avery Hatch, pleased to finally meet you.” The small girl sticks her hand out to shake mine. I take her hand in mine before bringing it to my face and kissing her knuckles.

“Pleasures all mine, Darling,” I grin. Her face heats up as he looks at me.

“You’re so brave! The way you faced that dragon,” Avery gushes. I smile as I relish in her compliments.

“Thank you, it was a bit frightening,” I laugh. I watch the twins smirk at each other and walk away. After a bit longer of chatting and many more drinks, I’m leading her upstairs to my dorm. She’s giggling softly as she follows behind me quickly.

“These bloody stairs,” she curses as she almost trips. I laugh softly as I squeeze her hand and we continue our trek. We get to my door as I push it open. Once I close it I press her against it before attaching my lips to hers. Avery wraps her arms around my neck as she presses close to me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, pulling away slightly.

“Positive,” Avery smiles. I crash my lips back to hers as I pick her up by her thighs and move her to my bed. I drop her on the plush surface before climbing on top of her. I allow my mouth to move from her lips, to leaving bruising marks on her neck. I pull off her shirt before mine follows behind.

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” I grin. Avery blushes at my complement as she tugs at my bra. I allow her to remove mine as I do the same to her. My lips attach to her sensitive nipple as I feel her back arch. She lets out a soft breathy moan as her fingers tangle into my hair.

“Y/N,” she says softly. I hum softly which causes her to let out a slightly louder moan as she tugs my hair. I pull away to see her staring at me, her eyes pleading for me to do something more.

“Want more darling?” I ask softly, letting my hand travel under her skirt. Avery gasps as she bites her lip. She nods quickly, I push her panties out of the way before my index finger rubs over her sensitive nub softly. Avery lets out a string of curses as her hands fist my red sheets. She throws her head back as I lean forward to suck bruises into her stomach.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” She cries as I push a finger inside of her. I curl it slightly so it presses into the spongy spot inside of her. Her back arches as she moves to grab my wrist. “Don’t stop.” I grin to myself as I use my thumb to rub circles against her clit. I hear her soft moans turn into loud pleas. I smirk to myself as her thighs begin to shake. As she’s about to cum my door gets thrown open. I quickly pull my fingers away from the girl. Avery sits up and looks at me in shock as my head turns to see Hermione standing in the doorway.

“Get out,” Hermione says calmly.

“No, what the-” I begin. I’m cut off before I can continue.

“Get the fuck out!” Hermione yells at the small girl on my bed.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly as I hand Avery her bra and shirt as she pulls them on quickly. I do the same as I glare at Hermione. “We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?” Avery nods softly as she stands. I press a kiss to her temple as she walks out.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Hermione yells.

“What the fact that you kicked my hook up out?” I argue.

“No! The fact you were about to shag a random girl in our dorm!” She shrieks.

“Yeah! Welcome to being a teenager! We shag random people!” I laugh.

“You don’t do stuff like that,” Hermione retorts.

“I do now,” I say.

“What about that person you fancy?” She asks.

“My bloody Merlin! Would you stop talking about the person I fancy! It’s none of your bloody business!” I scream. Hermione looks at me in shock.

“I just thought we were friends,” Hermione bites back.

“Yeah, we are! But I don’t have to tell you everything,” I laugh.

“You told Harry!” Hermione argues.

“Yeah, he’s going through some of the same stuff I am. If I wanted you to know who I fancy, don’t you think you’d know?” I ask. Hermione stays quiet as she walks to her side of the dorm. I pull off my party clothes before I put on a pair of shorts and pull my bra off. I shake my head quickly as I lay in my bed and close my eyes.

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