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forthelostones · 1 year ago

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𝚙𝚝.𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby (eventually), mini slowburn, suggestive language, jealousy, nora & mel & ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parental death, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, waaaa thanks for all the follows! i appreciate you all sooo soo much. this is something i just thought of idk, maybe a series who knows! its officially on ao3. i also know nothing about nursing!! so sorry nursing friends lol.

(no y/n)

wc: 3.2k

part two.

“I undressed you, put you in bed, made sure you were taken care of.”

She rubbed the back of her neck and cut her eyes away, suddenly feeling shy. “Right, uh, thanks. You’re a good friend to me, you know that?”

“I know.” You gloat, feeling the sting from the word friend.

Abby suggested that you two pick up breakfast and walk off your hang-over. The campus was bustling with students going to the library and finishing assignments before the weekend ended. You and Abby didn��t bother changing into anything special, but you did decide to throw on sweatpants and slippers. It was a silent walk to the cafe, where you knew you were going to see either no one or everyone.

Naturally, Abby opened the door for you to reveal a long line of other hung-over students wanting sustenance. Two heads before you in line was Ellie, scrolling aimlessly on her phone, attire similar to yours. Her hair revealed itself to be more auburn and it twinkled fiery in the sunlight. As she walked up to the counter, it appeared that she knew who was serving her, so she talked with them. Abby didn’t like how inconsiderate she was being, holding up the line and laughing.

“Really?” She said, louder than you expected, which made Ellie glance over her shoulder.

“Yea really,” she replied. “Oh, hey.”

She cooly waved to you and her roughness dissipated, ignoring Abby entirely. She flagged you over and you left Abby to hold your spot. Ellie gave you a classic, we almost fucked, side hug, and offered to pay for whatever you wanted.

“Ellie it’s fine, I’ll just get back in line.”

For some reason, she made you so nervous with that coy smile. Her tiger eyes never left yours making you occasionally look away, breaking the palatable tension between you both.

“No come on, it’s the least I can do. I lost you last night.” She forces a comical frown.

Her hand comes gently on your waist, just like yesterday, but coasting closer to your ass, fingers tapping incessantly. You weren’t going to tell her it was intentional that you parted ways because of Abby. Just enjoy the free meal, you thought. You also ordered for Abby since Ellie insisted.

“Text me some time and we can finish what we started, if you want.” You smiled.

You offered her your phone and she complied. Before she walked away, she planted a soft kiss on your cheek and gave your ass a soft tap, sending a shot through you.

Abby followed behind you lamely, her face was placid, and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Ellie bought us breakfast. Isn’t that sweet?”

“It was, it was very nice of her.” She replied flatly.

She walked past you and found a table in the corner, instantly searching through her phone, something she never did. Anytime you were in her presence she gave you her undivided attention. You carried over your food and just slumped into the chair, hiding the grin Ellie left on your face.

“So, who was that exactly?” She finally asked.

“I met her last night, you don’t remember?”

“No.”

She refused to look at you, which made you believe she remembered perfectly.

“So, you and Mel gonna talk…”

She opened her breakfast sandwich and took a large bite, stuffing her face to avoid speaking. Her gaze traveled behind you and not at you, it made you incredibly cross.

“Don’t know.”

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Ellie has been texting you non-stop in class. Your notifications vibrated within a millisecond of each other and you couldn’t contain your smile in your 8 am lecture. The entire weekend was spent with you texting Ellie, and her name popping up every minute on your screen. Last night you fell asleep getting to know each other on the phone, and all she could talk about was wanting to see you today. Abby noticed how chipper you were meeting her in the corridor this morning. At breakfast on Saturday she remembered Ellie perfectly when you asked about her. When you two entered the cafe her eyes were scanning every element of Ellie, picking apart any flaws she could find — comparing herself. It sent her over the edge to just see her again.

Now you were clicking away on your computer missing the lecture notes. It was distracting Abby to hear your giggles at something she said. Her notes were becoming incoherent, they were missing details, with misspellings because of you. “Hey, you alright?”

She knew you were perfectly fine, but she wanted the attention back on her. But was only met with an answer without lifting away from your screen.

“You’re missing all the notes Dummy and I’m not going to send them later so.” Abby taunted.

You stop typing and look over to her, eyebrows furrowed, shoulders tense, and face crimson.

“I know you will Abby.” You whisper.

She scuffed in disbelief at your audacity, although playful, she took your reply as a challenge. She liked how seductive your face turned, eyes drooping low, leaning in to purr into her ear.

“How can you be so sure?” Abby’s words stroke your neck, making your thighs kiss under the desk. She lingers there, breath caressing and warming your sensitive skin. You sit back and just look at her, plastered with a look that says, try it and find out.

At the end of class, Abby left, miles ahead of you, not waiting, to which you had to skip out of the room to catch up with her. Her feet led her closer to the exit, stomping without reason. You latch your finger on the loop at the top of her backpack, stopping her.

“Abby.”

“Oh, hey.”

She stops and looks at you like you are pestering her.

“Hey.” You mock.

“You were texting so much, I’m surprised you even saw I left.”

She was pouting so hard that the wrinkles around her mouth pinched her jaw. Her sarcasm was passive, to say the least, but her jealousy stunk.

“Abby, come on.”

“It’s our last year, you can pretend to care a little.” She scolded.

“I care �� I care as much as you do Abby. What am I in trouble now for—”

“No one even said you were in trouble.” She uttered, tucking her thumbs in her backpack straps.

“You’re making it seem like it and I don’t like that, at all.”

You were centimeters away from each other, going toe-to-toe like opponents in the ring. Abby looked down on you slightly, wide shoulders casting a shadow on your body, standing her ground with an unwavering stare.

“Abby,” Mel said, standing timidly a few paces back. “Can we talk?”

She scuffed as she walked away without any resolution and although you got the last word, you felt like you needed to comfort her. Even if you did nothing wrong.

Abby was flung into another conflict, making her brain ring numb. She wasn’t sure what happened between you and her, but as Mel was speaking she couldn’t help herself watch you walk away, head snapped back onto your phone.

“— I’m sorry.” Mel finished her spiel that Abby couldn’t care less about.

“Sorry?” Abby offers.

“I hope we can agree that stuff happens spontaneously. We were drunk and just havin' fun .”

Mel gave Abby a pity tap on the arm before leaving her alone with her thoughts. Abby just accepted her apology and it left her thinking about you. It seemed like all her experiences with women ended poorly and she felt that even more in this moment. Abby spent the greater part of her adult life focused on her aspirations and not much else. In turn, this made her an easy target a lot of times for women to use and discard her. She didn't have any feelings for Mel but it felt nice to be wanted, even if it was under the influence. Relationships weren’t a mystery to her but she never made the moves, the suitor would, it was easier for her, to take a passive approach to companionship. It made the process simple, allowing her to focus on other areas of her life. If Mel hadn’t touched her the way she did on Friday, she would've stood by your side the whole night and kept you away from Ellie. But since she was taking the initiative, she accepted the advances.

Walking back to the apartment she worked up a text to you:

Hey I wasn't myself earlier…

Dinner?

I need you.

Let’s study tonight?

Read at 6:33 pm.

Read with no reply sent Abby spiraling. She knew the assignments that needed to be reviewed and was determined to use them as a distraction. She fanned out all the necessary textbooks, with her pens and highlighters, but she kept re-reading the same page over and over. The same sentence jumbled in her mind becoming incoherent, and there was no part of her brain that could unscramble her confusion. She slammed the books closed and put on a workout fit and running shoes, to go to the gym, the only constant in her life.

She started her warm-up on the treadmill and hit three miles easily in record time. The sweat muddy on her skin, blistered against her overheating body, motivating her to not stop until she forgot all about you. Her weight rhythmically striking the machine echoed in the empty gym, making a clattering noise at each footfall. After the final mile, she took a moment to stretch and tapped the screen of her phone — no reply. She jogged to the bar and started pressing her usual rep, a light warm-up before she pushed herself over the edge and added more weight. When she did, each pump was like a stab into Ellie’s side, motivating Abby, causing her face to redden and her muscles to convulse. Her thighs were tight in her white spandex shorts, drenched everywhere, but one spot, in particular, twitched from the memories of you with Ellie.

Abby did a final stretch before hitting the showers. She released her hair and began to saturate it in shampoo, massaging her scalp by letting her fingertips scratch away the grime. Shampoo cascaded down her toned back, water beads living on her nose and cheeks, as the hot water relaxed her muscles. Abby ran her hands over her breast with the bar of soap and the tick of the suds on her nipples heightened her sensitivity. She plucked them, index and thumb inciting a delicious pain, which made her clit thrum. Abby slivered her hand up to her throat to restrict her airflow, intensifying her arousal. The steam from the shower became thicker and Abby fought for air while reaching between her thighs. Her panting echoed operatically through the hallway.

Her clit revealed itself from under its hood, swollen and pounding. Abby always had a specific way of jerking her bud since it was so prominent. She used her thumb and middle to curl around it, pinching ever so slightly. She held the tile for stability as she applied pressure. Her eyelids flashed images of your glossy lips, cheeks concaving, face deep in her pussy, covered with cum. Abby began to hump her hand, grunting loudly, imagining fucking your face. Your name left her lips in a hungry whimper as stars clouded her vision while coming over the edge, muscles cramping and knees bowing.

Ellie picked you up and took you back to her place before going to grab food. She gave you a grand tour, the house was small, but cozy, Ellie explained she had been living here for the last two years. The light blue, cottage-style house was decorated with porch plants upon entering. Ellie unlocked the door to reveal the living room that was decorated with whimsy. She had two other roommates who shared the space as well and it was apparent that they were fans of many things.

You pick up a Pikachu plushie on the dark brown couch and wave it at Ellie.

“Ah, Dina likes those things.” She said, slightly embarrassed.

You smile as she guides you to the dining room crammed with an oak round table and vintage light fixture. Her housemates were working on assignments, pressing numbers into calculators, and penciling answers on worksheets. “This is Dina and Jesse.”

Dina waved to you solemnly with a pettish grin. Jesse, her boyfriend, was erasing franticly but managed to stop for a moment to give you his attention.

“Well hello,” he jests. “I guess this is the smart girl Ellie told us about.”

Ellie grabs the edge of your fingertips, eager to have you alone.

“Maybe she’ll rub off on her. Good meeting you.” Dina said.

“Okay, okay, goodbye.” Ellie smirked, clasping your hand and pulling you away.

You went past the kitchen to a set of steps leading to a basement. Ellie had Christmas lights on the ceiling, creating a ring of fire around the perimeter of the room. In the far corner was her bed, over an Asha rug, her sheets messy and various blankets intertwined. Just in front of you was a small L-shaped couch in pristine condition, light walnut, and littered with a pile of clothes needing folding. She hurriedly tossed them onto the floor and looked back at you nervously.

“So you just have a natural affinity to basements?” You ask.

She flops onto the couch and offers a seat to you. “I guess you can say that,” She laughs, biting her lip, and watching you cross your legs. You were too far apart for her liking, which made her lean in closer. She set her hands on your knees and drummed softly. You weren’t typically the type to become squeamish around women, but Ellie brought that out in you. Her evergreen eyes were mesmerizing and her touch was chronic to you.

“Remember at the party you told me if I ever got injured, you’d help me?”

“I do.”

“Well, I’ve been learning a new song on the guitar and I just, my hands ache.”

You reach out to her right hand and examine her fingers, they were fine, with no blisters, and very little callusing. You pressed the pad of your thumb into the center of her palm making her groan in relief.

“Working too hard?” You ask.

“Something like that. So, how long I have to live Doc.”

You snort at her obtuse humor. “Not a doctor, not even a nurse yet.”

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling you away from the world you two were building — It was Abby.

Let’s study tonight?

Ellie groans, holding her hand, wincing as if she were performing.

“Sorry, 's my friend.” You lock your phone and reach out to her.

“Was that the bodyguard you had with you when I saw you?”

“Classmate and neighbor Ellie, she’s my friend too.” You correct her.

“Are we friends?” She mumbles, tucking her hand under your chin, and swiping her thumb over your puffy lips.

You lean into her touch as she caresses your thigh. Ellie carefully pushed you down onto the couch, laying her hand under your neck, then quickly put her knee in between your legs. She admired your body while brushing her palms gently against your clothes, occasionally exposing your skin, making you frigid. She picks you apart and puts you together with her affirmations. She cups your cheek and kisses your forehead, nose, and then your lips. Pressing against them slowly, without haste, coloring your mouth with her tongue. It was long and desperate, slivering and tussling for dominion. Ellie’s thigh pressed firmly against your sex, which made you groan in her mouth. She left you breathless.

Ellie ran her hands through her hair, releasing you from under her control, and allowing you to fix yourself. The cool woman rests back on the opposite end of the sofa, recuperating. She watched you adjust your disheveled clothing, almost leering at you. “Let me take you to dinner.”

“The least you can do after eating my face off.”

part two. -ˋˏજ⁀➴

hey, are you home? im sorry we couldn’t study.

It’s fine, I didn’t get much done.

we have that quiz on tuesday, i really forgot.

Yes, we do. We can just cram tomorrow.

The exam was on Health and Illness Concepts, something that you understood very well. You and Abby were at your dining room table, coffee at a half, flashing note cards watching her become frustrated at her lack of comprehension.

“I don't know.” She said.

She slipped her hands into the pocket of her baggy, black sweats. Her underwear made a slight appearance as she stretched from exhaustion. “Abby you know this, try.”

“I’m serious, ’m blanking. I think more coffee—“

“No sit down, I’ll help you.”

She had a look of skepticism as she sat back down in your dining chair. You pick up her hand without warning, feeling how jittery she’d become, she jumps at your touch but then settles. You trace the veins on her arm, light sage and coursing with angst. Abby’s eyes follow your fingers glide across the inner part of her wrist and she almost winces at how greedy she is for you.

“When I say Neuropathic pain, what does that refer to?”

She looks up to you, searching for the answer in your eyes, but as you climb closer to her inner elbow she flubs.

“I-I, I don't know. Tell me.” She glances at your lips.

“Well, it refers to nerve damage pain, remember?”

Abby nods silently.

“And if I said Nociceptive pain,” You whisper, hand tenderly gripping her biceps. “That means?”

“Pain that is caused by damage to the body tissue.” She replied, mouth open, observing your fingernails drag on her aching skin.

“Good job. What is part of the lower airway?”

Both your hands come to rest on her stomach, and you note the pertness of her abs. Your palms move to her staggered breathing, growing and shrinking, as she inhales and exhales. You’re leaning inwards, balancing on her rib cage, allowing the expansion to fill your hands. A teeming pause built between you both. Abby’s hands came up to your wrists as she sat in disbelief that you two were just separated by fabric.

“Diaphragm.” She uttered.

You raise your palms up slowly, her thick, freckled hands following fluidly, dancing with your movements. Her thumbs were gently brushing lines, buzzing from your touch and her eyelashes felt like branches instead of feathers — heavy.

“Terminal… Bronchi.”

Higher.

“Mainstream. A—and secondary.” Her breath separated her phrasing, trying to steady her heart.

“Now again, on me.” Her cheeks blistered at your demand.

“Nociceptive,” She brings her fingertips to your forearm. “Neuropathic.” She draws up your arm.

“Perfect.” You say, hiding the tremble in your voice.

“Lower airway?”

“Diaphragm.” Her hands wrapped around your ribs, fitting perfectly around your back so that her thumbs were pressing into your belly.

“Terminal. Mainstream. Secondary.” Her thumbs now resting under the curve of your breasts.

She didn’t move but just stayed with you like this, feeling your lungs fill and empty.

“See, you got it.” You smiled.

She pulls away, tucking hair behind her ear nervously, then rubbing her palms together. “‘m gonna go to the bathroom.” She said.

Abby wet her face in the sink and observed her reflection in the mirror. What were you doing, she thought. Her skin was still tingling, and so was her cunt. She was supposed to be mad at you but all she could think of was slipping hands into her pants, again. She saw how you quivered or was it in her mind? Was she making up this tension between you two?

She sat on the toilet and saw the damage in her underwear. I could just leave, go lay in my bed, and forget about this - all of this, she thought. Upon opening the door she saw you paging through your notes like everything was normal. Which was all the confirmation she needed to know it was her own wishful thinking.

"So, you think you're gonna do okay on that section?" You ask, concealing your hot face.

"Uh yeah, thanks for that. Why have you never tutored me before?"

"Maybe because you never needed my help."

"I think I should be a little more clueless more often then."

#abby anderson smut #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #abby anderson x you #abby x reader #abby smut #ellie williams fanfic #lesbian #ellie tlou #abby the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson fanfic #ellie williams x you #sub abby

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obl1vionblackhart · 2 years ago

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Personal Space

Rhea Ripley x Gn!reader

Warnings: flirting ig? Idk really gay

Requested?: no lol

(Made the gif myself fr)

A/n: first imagine! Enjoy you simp bastards <3

“Alright! That’s a wrap” you sighed softly, quickly hugging Liv Morgan. You’d just wrapped up your first promo of the night with her, you felt more comfortable considering she was a close friend.

“Why where you so nervous? That was amazing!” The blonde squealed softly, a giggle following. You laughed at her bubbly nature, shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t know! I love my job but.. it’s nerve wracking.” You started, before clapping your hands “I gotta run, enjoy your match! I’ll see you later” and with that, you sped walked to your next job… the judgment day.

You’d never dealt with them before, but by association, you didn’t like them after what Rhea did to Liv. You stood by the door hesitantly, before knocking softly as the camera followed your every move.

It was Dominik to answer the door, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Ah..” he mumbled, stepping to the side.

“96…97…” you heard an Irish accent calling out, you walked further into the room. You shouldn’t have enjoyed the sight you saw… but shamefully you did. There she was, Rhea Ripley- in all her glory. She was doing pull ups on a bar, Damian smirking slightly as he watched you stare.

“98…99…100!” Finn exclaimed, clapping a hand on her back. She let out a soft cackle, before turning to meet the new presence in the room. You let out a small breath as you locked eyes with the woman, her smirk only grew.

“Uh guys… good to see you” you started, trying to calm your own nerves. “Last week you defeated the OC and-“ . Rhea listened to you talk for a second, before deciding to have some fun of her own. “That’s such pretty makeup… can I take a closer look?” She stepped closer, lightly holding your chin. Damian let out a chuckle under his breath as your face turned beetroot red, only trying to step back.

“I- uh-“ you stuttered out, signalling the camera crew to cut the cameras as you backed away. “Yea… bye beautiful” Rhea smirked, blowing you a kiss as you exited the room. You kept walking, only stopping at a random corridor to collect your thoughts. You sat there for what felt like hours, your head snapping up at a familiar voice.

“I really got your flustered back there huh?” An Australian accent filled your ears, as Rhea walked forward.

“Maybe… why does it matter?” You groaned lightly, a small squeak leaving your lips as she tilted your chin up to look at her.

“It was cute… seeing you all flustered at how close we were” She mumbled into your ear. “Rhea…” you muttered, your mouth in a straight line.

“You know where to find me when you want to admit how badly you want me…” she smirked, kissing the top of your ear before walking off.

…. What the hell just happened?

A/n: Feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoyed, requests are open!!!

#wwe imagine #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley imagine #gay for her #wwe fanfiction

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typekiku · 11 months ago

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TSUKIHIME FASHION REVIEW 3!!!

under the dark crimson moon, i write this newest entry of the much awaited much beloved tsukihime fashion review.

it's a duty i must carry out for the sake of the generations of lost sheep both before and after my time that have yet to truly appreciate the true depth of style that is contained within the single greatest visual novel known to mankind (according to me)

yet, i feel as if i am not doing my duty to its fullest... how can i possibly adequately sum the glory of todays fashionista? how can i dare attempt to sum that up?? no! i cannot waver in my faith in my incredibly lacking writing skills nor fear people figuring out this barely has anything to do with fashion... I WILL PERSEVERE!!

on with the show as the youth say!

(SPOILER ALERT: i should mention ill probably end up spoiling a shit ton of oghime and whatnot here so watch out)

so without further ado todays subject is:

drum roll

MORE DRUM ROLL

thanks uhh whatever you are from

MICHAEL ROA VALDAMJONG

yes the one and only roa

BROA

the legend himself, the Serpent of Akasha, Uroboros, the founder of the burial agency, the infinite reincarnatior, and professional Arcueid simp.

we have gathered here today to judge his design and uh fashion ig and whatever else i feel like ranting today about.

lets get right to it.

look at this dude all shirtless and shit like cmon so shameless... cover em up damn. seriously tho this man has a thing for showing off his (or should i say others) bodies like you will see soon.

i guess this comes down to him enjoying the freedom of being fully in control of whatever body he is currently occupying actually?

maybe this is some super deep look into the merits of semi nudism or whatever idk im not smart.

probably takeuchi just wanted an excuse to draw some seriously ripped abs actually i mean this might seriously be the most abby abs we ever see in any TM work. its fucking shredded and roa probably knew that. weirdo

on the flipside that majestic hair is simply incredible. DAMN thats some 10/10 hair. only other hair in this series that compares is my wife arcueid's long hair before her mean little (Older actually but idc) Altrouge got all mean and shit.

umm who is this? what happened to my incredible haired roa?? TAKEUCHI WHERE ARE YOU??? someone please give me back long haired roa... this isnt funny...

do you see what we lost? long gorgeous haired roa should've stayed and im genuinely upset we lost him to this admittingly much better dressed roa. im ashamed of you serpent of fraudkasha

fr tho where tf did he even get this rockstar ass drip anyways? we know SHIKI has been locked up in the outside house for awhile before released thanks to a certain maid... did he just drop by the local hot topic or whatever? did he manifest it through sheer willpower and arcueid simpery?

understandable tbh i too acheive things through arcueid simpery such as dirty stares and social exclusion!!

for reference, here is SHIKI

yea

i guess he just uhh changes him which in hindsight is really fucking sad to think about so lets not

uhh ANYWAYS

ok so ignoring ciel on the right elesia or should i say roa decides the very first thing hes gonna do in poor elesias body is to strip it naked

huh?

yea roa is definitely a weird one. no wonder the other ancestors hate him (besides nero because he is #HIM)

sick cape tho

why is he so hot here actually? what the hell? i underestimated his looks like damn

no really why is he so hot anyways he should look like an absolute freak like he actually is. i see you roa. i see you got that long braid wrapped around your neck like damn son... you may have fallen in love with a literal killing machine and never even got to speak to her till the very very end but i see you.

rizzless bastard.

well thats enough from me so ill drop this classic mahoyo line because i found it very funny without context.

ciao!

#type moon #tsukihime #roa #broa #serpentofakasha #arcueid brunestud #ciel #shiki

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theygender · 1 year ago

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I have a very frustrated idea in my brain and I just finished forming the thought after a little bit of time. When the Ukraine-Russia conflict kicked off, there was this solemn "idk how to enjoy life without being guilty cuz people are dying in Ukraine rn" and Ukraine has obviously deserved that care and concern and empathy. But when it comes to Palestine-Israel I'm seeing people who care and have that empathy but God damnit if a lot of what I'm seeing isn't just tearing each other down for supporting the wrong side and I know the conflict is very different than the Russia Ukraine conflict but I also saw that "do you care about the dying children or is it complicated when it's middle eastern children " and I was like yea tbh. Ukraine got so much empathy without questioning or fighting online because uh not that Ukraine is a majority white place but it partly is that and cuz it's Europe. God forbid something happen to Europe suddenly people are a lot sweeter and kinder.

Yeah I've definitely seen the same thing :(

A big part of it I think is, like you said, Ukraine is in Europe. Another part of it at least in the US is that our culture is already primed to see Russia as bad due to years of propaganda, so people were much quicker to want to stand up for a country that was being invaded by Russia. While it's great that Ukraine is getting the support, it feels like the widespread support for Ukraine is more bc of some automatic reaction of "Russia -> Communism/Red Scare/Cold War -> Enemies of the US" than any actual concern for human rights or preventing colonialism

On the other hand, when it comes to Palestine, the US is already primed to support Israel bc of years of propaganda on behalf of 1) our government who wants to use Israel as its own personal military base and 2) Christians who believe that we need to support Israel in order to bring about the rapture. So it's very difficult to try to get people to think past that programming and realize that the people they've been primed to think of as the good guys are committing a literal genocide and that's BAD

And it just gets even worse when you factor in the construct of whiteness. Like you said, with Ukraine being a European nation they're given the privilege of being considered majority white™ in the eyes of US Americans and, consciously or not, that makes people in our white supremacist society more sympathetic to them. Palestine, on the other hand, is a Middle Eastern country and our society has been primed through racist propaganda to view Middle Eastern people (especially those who are Muslim) as bad™. And although Israel is also obviously in the Middle East, it seems like the sympathetic propaganda here has paradoxically primed US Americans to view all Israelis as white. It probably doesn't help that "Middle Eastern" as a distinct racial category is still a relatively new idea here, only becoming popularized after the 9/11 attacks—the US census still legally categorizes all ethnicities we would consider Middle Eastern as white. We're probably witnessing the same type of shifting of the definition of "white" that occurred in the early days of the US with the changing goal lines that determined which European immigrants got to be seen as white and which got oppressed. Just like back then, the answer is always going to be the one that better serves to uphold white supremacy

So yeah, I definitely see where you're coming from. Ukraine gets public sympathy and support from the West as a whole but Palestine gets next to nothing, and the reasons seem to be entirely tied up in white supremacy. People really do think "it's complicated" when the kids being killed are Middle Eastern

#ask #anonymous #sorry for speaking mostly on the US here anon #im not trying to assume youre from the US thats just the political environment im familiar with

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isaacathom · 2 years ago

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more ds9 time bc heat make brain jelly. s2e7

fascinating that dax is down her playing dabo with quark. tongo. whatever.

ah. ferengi misogyny. i do enjoy that dax is very... unthreatened? shes basically just using it as an opportunity for banter. thats kinda fun.

ah, plot. lets go baby.

i feel like every time the nagus shows up im going to have to re-remember hes the one guy from the princess bride. in my defence have not SEEN that movie still but by reputation i am aware of the man.

okay so i have, for lack of word, clocked that that specific ferengi is being played by a female actress, so thats. hm. whats going on here. ah i see thats a plot point, i promise i noticed that before the scene where she returned to her room.

okay so dax genuinely is just like 'yea theyre shitheads but theyre funny' incredible? incredible.

we love a lady knight scenario, dont we folks. love a good ol' fashioned uhhhhhh alanna situation. yknow i always use alanna as my go to reference for a 'woman pretends to be a man' fiction and ive literally never read it or known anyone who has. niche, i guess.

so this is all the start of the ongoing ferengi women plotline, iirc. i know quarks mother (mothers?) shows up in later plots about ferengi politics, but i didnt realise we were gonna jump in with it. neat!

is dax's job now just advising other women on their romantic situations. its what she was doing in melora. like thats two eps in a row her primary role seems to be 'provide advice to a woman in love' whats the go.

i dont like the nagus but at least in universe i think thats the position of the majority of the people around him

make! out! like i dont really give a shit but like just go for it folks

thank you for your contribution to the plot, mr odo sir, very excellent work inciting a crime

now my thing is i dont actually like 'pretends to be a man' plots bc, yknow, ~transgender~, its a vibes based situation. anyway i skipped the scene but ive got the transcript, ive got the gist. im good. it seems fun. that said the way quark physically reacted to being kissed, and how hes reacting in every dialogue line afterwards, is uh. very dramatic? not sure where this is gonna go bc the signs point to Poorly for the both of them

but also "dont you want to know why i kissed you?" is the sort of shit i would say if i was trying to come out worse than i actually had. like "dont you want to know why i started shortening my name" level shit.

oh that was an excellent in the background there

this romance is doing Nothing for me lads

that said like, quark is still quite compelling as part of it. and the fact he defends Pel is sweet. but i also find it so difficult to take ferengi drama seriously because like, the nagus is RIGHT THERE, and he's a pure comic character. its pure comic. and that just sorta sucks drama out of it for me. whereas i think quark has the right balance of comedic greed and genuine pathos that he can carry dramatic story lines. pel isnt quiiite working for me in that respect but i already flagged my lack of interest in this specific kind of plotline earlier so its not her fault.

dax just vibing in the background of most of this episode was kinda fun though. i do like that.

okay so my verdict - ? two romance episodes back to back kinda sucks for me since i didnt really feel invested in either romance as a thing in itself, though maybe part of that is the foreknowledge that neither go anywhere, right. as an episode on its own i think its alright, but will probably be better as part of the overarching Ferengi plotlines later, i guess? idk. its not quite my thing. i did enjoy dax here though so she's starting to win me over after a rocky start

#ds9 blogging #i dont have that many thoughts about it honestly #sometimes i worry im very predictable in not enjoying romantic stuff in media and get very defensive about it

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aztrareia · 2 years ago

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So let me walk you through abit of this uh… thing. [edited 18:50; Dec 5, 2022]

I’ve been learning how to color eyes using this book right?

So I’ll desperately try to outline what I basically did:

Have a lineart ready. The book had those soft pencil type brushes but yea for this one I’m using procreate default Studio Pen. Honestly you can use any you are comfy with using? Personally, I’m currently trying to get used to clean lineart like this.

Make a base color outline the shape of the eyes,

Fill in the iris part, add a gradient using a soft airbrush if desired

Add a shadow to the top part of the eyes using a darker color, set layer to Multiply so that it does show up as a shadow.

And honestly, this is where I part ways with the book and do my own thing. I didn’t feel very comfy with the idea of doing the eye details in that same flat color space so I made a new layer for the eyes, added my own gradients (set the darker colors to Multiply, personally I like the idea of having that dark contrast). Added a few highlights (set those layers to either Add, Screen, or Color dodge, whichever works best for you) and there! There’s the iris colors

It looks good, I think. I actually don’t know the purpose of this little test but let me show you the finished art before this test, and the resulting static image of this new one.

I used one of my own oc wips since

a) those eyes need fixing;

b) I’m sort of dissatisfied with it so I wanted to remake it but with a [redacted because brain empty actually 0 plans yet]

c) This is a prep for another wip I’ve been trying to work on [see 2 posts below this iirc?]

So yeah! Before eye without the book tutorial, after eye with the book tutorial—

Before

Brush is procreate’s default Syrup, no flat color layer, just the iris color with multiple layers of gradient? Yes, the pupils I had to significantly reduce for the after trial. I usually add the shading on the skin color layers? But for the sake of consistency I had to temporarily take it off for this particular picture.

Syrup is a particularly jagged-edged brush and I have a love-hate relationship with it. But I think if you don’t zoom into it this much the result should look much better /cope

This is sadly the thing with procreate there’s currently none of those smooth vector-like lines but personally I don’t really mind I rather like the idea of making solutions to stuff like these

After

Brush used is procreate’s default Studio Pen. I ended up putting a blur effect on the flat layer since … it basically became useless after I added another layer for the iris details anyway? I think it added a nice smokey effect. Will test soon if this blur effect will also work on eyes with cooler tone base colors [please look forward to it soon, I’ll try to make the test as fast as I can]

I tried as best as I could to edit and add details to the procedures! Idk if they’re helpful or not but I enjoy breaking down my processes like this.

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xescaaa · 2 years ago

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Starboy

Featuring Giorno Giovanna ( +18 characters) x reader

CW: NSFW/ smut, MDNI,Female reader, Spanking, spoiler ig ? idk, cursing, rough sex? kinda , Kitchen sex, sex without protection( stay safe) friends to lovers, and breeding.

This was kind of inspired by another Giorno smut but I cant find the author so credits to u if u see this ( it was a smut w kitchen sex as well:) )

ALSO INSPIRED BY THE SONG " Stargirl Interlude" by Lana Del Rey and The weekend

1 am:

You are currently chilling in the kitchen snacking on ice cream instead of sleeping. Although joining the gang was fun and full of adventures, you also enjoyed to have some piece and quiet in the mansion.

While currently eating ice cream on the kitchen counter in a calm state of mind, your mind at the same time couldn't help but think of Don Giorno Giovanna. Well, how could you blame myself? he is so fucking handsome , his toned chest, silky blonde hair, and good looks surely earned him a spot in your mind.

Deep in thought about the handsome Don,

you hadn't noticed that someone else had gone into the kitchen. Adjusting your eyesight a bit more you realized that it was Don Giorno himself, that had gone into the kitchen himself to get a glass of water.

Oh hello y/n, didn't know you would be up this late , said Giorno as he softly smiled.

Oh- uh, Yea I was hungry so I went downstairs to have some ice cream- you say.

Giorno had gray sweatpants showing his V- line, no shirt and his silky blonde hair resting peacefully on his shoulders. You couldn't help but to drift your eyes all over his body which looked even better reflecting off the moonlight.

Like what you see? says Giorno as he giggles a bit.

O- Oh sorry ,you say as you blush instantly looking away.

You know, says Giorno

although you are my friend, fuck..., you are so beautiful, smart, and caring.

R-really? you reply blushing

Yes, you are also really hot, says Giorno lifting your chin up to look at him.

So tell me Cara, Giorno says

Do you love me the way I love you?

Yes, I do- before saying more, you felt the Don's lip crash with yours. Placing himself between your legs on front of the counter the kisses turned more passionate and hotter, each other's hands scrambled all over your bodies and your sleep wear long discarded somewhere in the kitchen.

Turn around Bella, said Giorno as he sucked your neck, making you release a soft moan. Letting go your legs from Giorno's waist, you let your feet down onto the kitchen floor and turn around.

Let me know if it's too much, whispers Giorno into your ear.

You nod and suddenly feel a harsh spank go on your ass making you moan Giorno's name.

You like that huh cara?-Giorno says as he spanks your ass more, leaving his handprints as your nails scratch the countertop, letting out tears of pleasure out of your eyes and wanton moans out of mouth.

Such a beautiful ass you have cara mia, says Giorno as he presses his clothed hard cock against you, massaging your buttocks before letting more spanks on your ass making you crave more of him.

Giogio, you say as you bite your lip, containing from moaning more and you pressing against his hard cock.

Yes Bella? he says

I want your cock inside of me .. please - you say while rubbing your clit in desperation.

Hmmm,you're lucky we are alone at the mansion, if not, everyone would know who's about to fuck that pretty pussy of yours so good, Says Giorno as he spreads your pussy lips, making you release a moan.

Get on the counter and lay down on your back dolcezza. Once your position changed, you see Giorno taking off his gray sweats and underwear releasing his hard cock which is with a red tip and leaking from precum. Look at what you did to me cara, Giorno whispers into your ear as he makes you wrap your hand around his cock.

Holy shit Giogio , you say containing a moan

Your so fucking big, I say jerking Giorno off before letting go. You taste so good too , you giggle as you lick some of the precum left on your finger.

Lining himself against your wet entrance, he slowly pushes his tip in making you softly whimper in anticipation, Be patient Cara, Giorno says and all you can do is nod.

Once Giorno settled his cock in your perfect pussy he couldn't resist but release praises out of his mouth as he slowly thrusted into you. With his thrusts getting faster and harder all you can do is let out moans which get louder and louder as he keeps on fucking your pussy so good.

Oh fuck Giogio! right there please!- you moan as he thrusts his cock into your pussy restlessly hitting your sweet spot each time, drawing you closer to your release. Feeling Giorno rub your clit with his fingers as he kissed you was all you needed to cum, with a few more thrusts you feel Giorno's cock twitch inside of you and release hot white cum inside your gummy walls.

( THANK YOU SM FOR READING!DONT BE AFRAID TO LEAVE REQUESTS🫶)

#jjba smut #jjba x reader #part 5 jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure smut #jojo no kimyou na bouken #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #giorno x y/n #giorno smut #female reader #friends to lovers

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michaelsbigreddick · 2 years ago

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Munson Mondays are for fluff and angst. So I now present to you,

All I Wanted-E.Mxf!reader

Eddie and y/n are ex lovers and ex band mates. Not long after their breakup they bump into eachother at Indianas annual battle of the bands. Was their meet up just some coincidence? Or was it a sign from the universe?

Warnings!! Slight smut. Mention of sex. Mdni!18+ only pls and thx!!

Um eddie crying a bit deserves a warning In itself. He has suffered too much already:(

Idk if eddie is actually the lead singer of his band but for the sake of this story let's pretend.

Songs I mention here are not mine at all..I thought I'd take it back to the old times with this shot. The songs are Nightmare by Halsey, All I wanted and the only exception by Paramore. I don't own any of the songs and don't claim to! I just thought they would help bring the picture to life :)

Anyway hope y'all enjoy!!

“Y/n! You almost done in there? We go on in five!” your bandmate, Donna, yelled from the other side of the bathroom door. You had been crying on the bathroom floor for the last ten minutes. You were never this nervous before a performance. The times where you were nervous you’d fake it till you made it and they would go away halfway through your introduction.

Today that wasn't the case. This isn't some random gig you were getting paid dimes for. It was the battle of the bands where something was actually on the line, new instruments for you and the girls, along with a cash reward. The entrance fee was a fourth of your savings but you had stupidly thought you had a chance. And to be fair, you did. Or at least you thought you did. It wasn't until you bumped into your ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, in the hall that it changed.

You froze when you saw him messing around with his bandmates. You must have done something for him to notice you. He must have done something to keep you frozen in place because even though you saw him coming your way, you didn't run.

“Hey y/n..” he looked genuinely happy to see you. You tried to feign the same smile he was giving you, big, happy, real. But all you could force was something small, weak and ingenuine. Which he didn't seem to want to pick up on.

“Hi.” you looked down at the floor. You couldn't dare look at him for any longer. You had only broken up a month and a half ago after you said I love you and he couldn't even make himself lie and say it back. Which is something you probably should have been thankful for, not living a lie. But if you were being completely honest, you would have rather lived in a naive fantasy, than go through the hell that the time without him has been.

“You look great,” he offered. “Are you and the girls playing tonight or uh, did you come to see another group?” he chewed on his lip looking away from you.

“Uh yea, the girls and I are playing tonight. We need new instruments so,” you fiddled with your drum sticks letting them clack against each other.

“Right, right. I wouldn't want to play with anything other than mine but um Garret has been in use of some drums since you took yours.” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Your face felt hot. Everything about him made you hate him so much. His laugh, his smile, his hair, his eyes, his hands, his dimples and clothes. You spent so much time trying to get over it and here he is again making you start from scratch.

“I have to go.” you said walking past him.

“Oh…. alright.” you heard him say softly behind you. “Good luck today!”

You turn your face back to him but keep walking. “Tell Garrett he can have my set back when I win my new one today!” you hear him laugh from behind you as you run over to your own dressing room and run straight to the bathroom.

Which is where you are now, fixing your eyeliner. You were glad you went for something more messy today as opposed to your regular fun eyeshadow.

“Okay! I'm just about done!” you yell back, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time.

When you walk on stage you remind yourself that you were just going to be on drums. Everyone finds the drummers the least appealing or interesting so you should be fine, you thought reassuring yourself.

Maggie, the lead of your band introduced you all. Her lead and piano, Donna on bass, Jamie on the guitar and you on side vocals and drums.

You were midway through the first song when Maggie stopped mid word and walked off stage.

“We’ll be right back! A technical difficulty!” said the host. You all ran backstage after Maggie.

“What's wrong?” you asked the rest of the band. Maggie had tears streaming down her face. She was scribbling something down on a crumpled up receipt. Donna took the receipt and read it to herself then out loud. “Pineapple lube?”

You shook your head trying to shake your laugh. Jamie pushed you, signaling you to stop but she was holding back giggles herself.

“Aren't you allergic to pineapple?” she nodded her head yes, stomping her foot impatiently and most likely in some sort of pain.

“What were you doing swallowing it?“ Jamie says, finally letting out a stare attracting laughter.

“God, we need to get her to a hospital.” Once the words left Donna's lips you heard her boyfriend calling over to the group.

“Hey we need you guys back up there now!” the host yelled from the side of the stage.

“What are we gonna do?” asked Jamie. Maggie pointed at you.

“Me what? You want me to call it off?” she shook her head. And motioned for you to sing with her hand.

“Maggie, are you nuts? I can’t sing our songs. That's all you.” you weren't being modest. Her screaming was unmatched to any one else you had ever heard before. She pointed at you again. That was when you finally caught onto what she was trying to tell you.

“Sing yours.” she croaked through her swollen throat. Her boyfriend began to walk her away.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck!” You said beginning to pace. "We haven't even practiced them like that. I can't, we can't possibly do this!" you say on the verge of another breakdown.

“Y/n if we don't try we don't get our deposit money back…and if we win, we get those new instruments. Shiny, new, pretty. You won't have to fix your drums mid practice anymore.” Donna encouraged.

“You guys really think we can do this?”

“We don't have any other choice.” Jamie said grimly.

You were able to get a drummer quickly given how many bands there were.

“Hey guys, sorry about the wait. I'm um y/n, usually behind the drums way back there..we had a bit of a medical emergency. Our lead singer Maggie, she's um, is indisposed, so now we’re gonna play three more songs for you. They're not in our particular genre, but we hope you like them anyway."

You take a step back and take a deep breath, trying your best to calm your anxious core. You looked into the crowd and by some magnetic force your eyes met with Eddies. He said something you couldn't make out. Whatever it was, it gave you the push you needed to start.

“This first one’s called ‘Nightmare’, 'cause there's nothing scarier than an angry woman.”

You began the song with your eyes closed. Scared the drummer wasn't as good as they said they were. The girls were in charge of helping them keep up with the rest of you. By the end of the song you were sure the rest of the songs would go perfectly.

“I wrote this song a while back ago. You know when you grow up not knowing what real love looks like?” The crowd cheered, and suddenly you didn't feel so vulnerable admitting that.

“Okay, good to know I'm not the only one!” You laughed, and they joined. “Um uh yea so this song is about that. About swearing off love, giving up on it. But then finding the love of your life. Or at least the only exception.”

You began to strum the chords on your acoustic. It took you a great deal of strength not to cry. When you wrote the song they were for Eddie's ears, and Eddie's ears only. You never would have thought to share it with your friends or new bandmates. But here you were singing it to a crowd of strangers, unfortunately Eddie now fell into that category as well.

The crowd cheered. You weren't used to having this much attention, much less the spotlight. But you were growing to like it.

“This next one is about losing that only exception. Because of who fucking knows?!”

You begin to sing the next lyrics

Think of me when you're out, when you're out there, I'll beg you nice from my knees,

And when the world treats you way to fairly,

Well it's a shame I'm a dream.

All I wanted was you!" You screamed not caring if it was good or not.

You play the guitar singing and playing hypnotically. It was like you were back on your apartment floor singing this song over and over trying to find some comfort in anything.

'I could follow you to the beginning, just to relive the start

Maybe then we'd remember to slow down at all of our favorite parts.'

You sang the ending lyrics forgetting that he was out there. Truthfully it didn't matter if he was or wasn't. Each and every time you sang it, it was for him. When you were trying to find the right note, changing the lyrics, practicing with the girls, humming it to fall asleep, it was always for him. He was and still is all you want.

You grin at the girls who were cheering you on. And thank the crowd for their great energy and love.

Corroded Coffin played after the band that followed yours. You tried your best not to enjoy them as much as you did. You watched Eddie, his boots stomping as hard as they could land on the stage floor, his flushed face and red lips. What really got you was the way his hands would go white around the mike, putting everything he had into his performance. The way his hair would stick to his neck reminded you of the way you would wipe it away after sex to whisper sweet words and little praises into his ears.

“God y/n, feels like just yesterday we were back at the Hideout.” Donna says taking you out of your trance.

“What?”

“You're giving him fuck me eyes again.”

“Oh my god am not!”

“Last time you looked at him like that was the night you and I quote, 'had to go to the bathroom.' after their show."

“Oh god stop please.” you begged emmbaressed about what she was planning on saying next.

“It took us fifteen minutes to find you. And when we did you were fucking him in their dressing room, closet thing.“

“Jesus Jamie, PLEASE STOP.”

“I'll stop when you stop giving him fuck me eyes.” she laughed. You groan burying your face in your hands.

“We better not have to come find you after the show. We will leave to Bennys without you.” Donna warned.

You let out a dry laugh.

“Yea you don't have to worry about me.”

“We'll see about that.”

By the end of the night when they announced your band as the winner, you couldn't believe it. But graciously accepted it. They even included Maggie in the prize since she did sing the first song.

“Ill be right there guys I just need to finish changing!”

“Okay we’ll just finish taking your stuff out.

You changed out of your leather and boots into something more comfortable for chicken and waffles at midnight. When you exit you're surprised to see you're not alone.

“Eddie?”

“Yea hey. Jamie said I could catch you in here, I hope that's okay.” he smiles weakly at you, running his palms up and down his thighs nervously.

“Good job out there today. You did absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks.” you say putting things into your bag.

“I didn't know you wrote songs.”

“I um, I didn't. I just, I think I just said something so much it just ended up falling together? And then bam, a song.” he looked down at the floor chewing on his bottom lip.

“If you came to talk about the drums,” he shook his head.

“No I'm not here to talk about the drums. I,” he walked closer to you.

“I came to say I'm sorry.”

“You don't have to apologize Eddie. You don't owe me anything, and honestly-”

“Y/n I love you.” he said, cutting you off. Your face rushed with heat. You weren't flustered, you were angry, confused.

What kind of games was he playing?

You push him away from you. “Fuck off Munson. This isn't funny.”

“Y/n.” you could hear what you thought was disbelief in his voice. He's gotten better at lying.

“Im not trying to be funny, I fucking love you.”

“If that were true you would have, you, you fucking would've said it when I did.” there was an unmistakable shake to your voice that nothing you could do could disguise it.

You push past him but he grabs your arm pulling you back to him.

“I love you. I should have told you this the same day you told me. I should have told you the day that I realized that I loved you, which was way before you ever said it to me.” his eyes were staring into yours, a gloss covered them.

“I don't, I don't know what I have to do for you to believe me. But God I fucking love you. These last forty five days have been an absolute hell without you.” he realized he was still holding onto you and let go.

You sat down on a red love seat that sat parallel to the rooms door.

“Why are you telling me this now Eddie? Why now?”

“Because I couldn't stay away from you anymore y/n.” he knelt down in front of you. He took his large hand and held yours into them.

“I was going to try asking you if I could meet you after the show when I saw you in the hallway. But then you left, and then I saw you up on stage. And I, you looked so badass.” he took a slow breath. Trying to keep his compsure. “Amazing, just phenomenal.” he looked up at you red in the face, teary eyed.

“After what happened upside down. I realized I was holding you back, without me you've done so much in less than two months. Started a new band, wrote your own songs,” the tears that had been threatening to fall finally did.

“I didn't want to keep holding you back.”

“Eddie,” you caress his cheek, wiping away his tear.

“I don't even know why you would think that.” it broke you to hear that he thought he was hurting you. “I was planning on breaking away from the band for a while, I was just waiting cause I couldn't find a lead.”

“Ouch. he said laughing. “I thought you liked playing with us.”

“I did!” you reassured him. “I just needed, I just wanted to start my own, y'know? A different sound.”

“Yea, I noticed.”

“There's nothing wrong with Corroded Coffin. I didn't want to be known as the leads girlfriend anymore. And with the girls, I have fun. We have fun.” he smiled, content hearing that you're happy.

“I want, can we.” he sighed, frustrated that he couldn't get the right words out. “Can we start over?” he asked with pleading eyes. You brush the hair that stuck to him from tears off his face.

“Of Course we can.” He screamed at the top of his lungs, and jumped around the room. Then ran back to you kissing you like he used to, full of all his energy and love.

“I didn't think you'd actually say yes.” He says between kisses. You wrap your arms around him and pull him towards you onto the couch. He climbs onto the couch practically sitting on your lap. You lean your head onto the back of the couch, he kisses all throughout your neck.

“God Eddie, you know what you do to me when you kiss me like this.” you feel the smile on his lips as he continues. You take your hand and trace it along his belt. When you finally reach the back you untuck his shirt and ride it up. He lets go of your lips and helps you take his shirt off. You missed him yes, his laugh and jokes, sweet words and company. But god did you miss his body.

You trace his chest tattoo. As he reaches towards it, you hear someone open the door.

“Oh, well.” you turn around. It was Donna.

“Uh hey,” Eddie waves at her, grinning like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

“I fucking called it.” Jamie said walking up behind her.

“You want us to wait for you or,” Donna said pinching her nose bridge.

“I can give you a ride to wherever you're headed dollface." Eddie says looking down at you. You nod.

“We’ll meet you there.” You smile feeling the heat in your face beginning to burn.

“Alright see you there then.” Donna says before closing the door. Jamie smiles at you giving you a thumbs up.

When the door closes you bury yourself into Eddie. He breaks into laughter.

“What's the matter babe ashamed of being seen with me again?” He smiles at you, making you face him with the tip of your fingers.

“Never that.”

He kisses you one more time before getting off of you.

"So where we headed?" He asks, slipping his shirt back on.

"Bennys."

"Mind if we have dessert after?" He gives you a cheeky smile.

"Of Course we can have dessert after."

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #angst #strangers things #stranger things fluff #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #munson mondays

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 3 years ago

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Aye yes! Okay uh, i might be a basic B for requesting Draco but like, i kinda have this love-hate relationship with him so uh yea 😳👉👈 I'm a slytherin so can you maybe do a Slytherin!reader x Draco where the reader is like, she supports him in a way but in the same time she's always the one stopping Draco from bullying others or the one pulling the other students away when they got cornered by Draco and his goons. And I'm talking like, the reader would and will snap at him the way Hermione snaps at the two golden bois whenever they mess up. Idk it's just everytime i see Draco being a dumbass to show off and it backfired i always have second hand embarrassment cuz we slytherin already has a bad rep and we don't need him making it worse :' but in the same time i would love to be cheering for him when he plays quidditch and such haha!

The Golden Slytherin: Part one

Warnings: swearing, physical abuse, mentions of death

Author’s note: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the characters also this thing is long and depending if I actually finish this thing tonight, I might publish all parts or most of it at least by tonight and tomorrow. Enjoy.

Draco. That son of a bitch. You were so tired of this idiot's behavior. You cracked down on the offhanded comments he'd make that made students around him feel upset by carrying a newspaper everywhere where you went. You'd smack him upside the head with it, making him turn his anger towards whoever it was, go to you.

Pansy sat across from you in the common room as you watched Draco play chess with Blaise. Things were relatively calm so you pulled a book out from your bag, Pansy noticing a copy of the Daily Prophet in your bag. "What is it with you and the newspaper tactic on Draco?" She asked. "Well my goal is that he'll come to expect me to hit him when he insults someone so he'll stop." You said, searching for your place in your book. "You're training him... like a dog?" She asked. "Well if he's going to act rudely towards everyone, I don't have much sympathy for him." You huffed. "Ah yes, I can see it now, training him with the entertainment section. That'll teach him." She snorted. You rolled your eyes. "Any other suggestions?" You asked. "Talk to him?" She suggested. "I did. He didn't listen. Multiple times." You stated. "That one was a long shot. Why not train him like a cat? Use water?" She suggested. "Meh. This way gives me reading material." You said earning another laugh. She sat next to you, staring at your book. You had underlined sentences as if they were an assignment but when she read the small words between the lines it was more like you were foreshadowing future events, writing theories and thoughts in the lines you made.

"You annotate your books?" She asked. "Yep." You nodded, reading silently. Pansy stretched, picking a book off the coffee table and taking off her shoes before putting her legs across hers. Pansy was your bestfriend, her being a bit more lax towards the rules. You loved having her around, especially because she seemed to vocalize what you were thinking half of the time.

Draco noticed the two of you and sighed. "Draco, your move." Blaise yawned. "Right." He murmured before moving his piece. Blaise noticed where is attention was. "She can hit you from here." He joked. Draco gave him a flat stare, rolling his eyes. "I don't know what that girl's problem is. It's like she looks forward to hitting me. And what the hell is with Pansy encouraging her!?" He asked. "You know Pansy, she is like the Fred Weasley of our house, she lives for the chaos like that." Blaise yawned. "Still. I don't understand why she gets so upset. She knows what this house stands for, why in the hell does she get so territorial when I mention purebloods?" He asked. Blaise looked at you and squinted. "...You don't think she's a Muggleborn do you?" Blaise asked. Draco scoffed but then paused. "...Wait do you not actually... wait does anyone actually know who her parents are?" Draco realized. "No. Well... Maybe Pansy would know." Blaise shrugged.

You checked your watch. "Gotta dip, George needed me for something he and Fred are concocting." You shrugged. "You're their Guinea pig?" She asked. "Well they are paying me." You chuckled before walking out. You walked up the stairs, going to Gryffindor's common room. "Well if it isn't our favorite slytherin!" George chuckled. Hermoine looked up with a frown. "No. No, you are not going to pull a student into this." Hermoine argued.

"Granger, relax, I promise I've been the one who's mainly experimenting with this stuff." You halted. She squinted. "I don't know if it's wise for you to even be in here, Umbridge has been cracking down on this stuff lately." Hermoine said with a sigh. "I'm fine, I'm slytherin. It's clear she favors the whole lot." You yawned. "How did you even end up in slytherin? You're so much more... normal." Harry asked. "Your guess is as good as mine." You shrugged.

Pansy had been reading when she noticed Draco in a chair close to her. She jumped. "God!say something before sneaking in like that!" She hissed. "I'm literally just sitting here!" Draco defended. "Doing nothing and staring like a weirdo! What do you want!?" She asked. "Do you know Y/n's parents?" Draco asked. Pansy's face went blank, her seeming to try not to display any emotions. "....Pansy?" Blaise asked, leaning on the arm of Draco's chair. "Why do you want to know?" She asked. "It occurred to me I don't even know who they are? Are they nobles? Puerbloods?" He asked. She sighed. "Draco. You especially do not need to ask her that question." She said sharply before getting up. She left, leaving the boys confused. "what the hell did that mean?"

You wiped your mouth, gagging from the left over puking pastille. Fred handed you mouth wash and you spat into the bucket, Lee Jordan using a disappearing charm to make it go away. Pansy entered and you looked up confused. "Hey." She waved. "What are you doing here?" Ron asked, eyeing her. "Stuff it Weasley." She sighed. George threw up in the bucket, jamming the other side of the pastille into his mouth and quickly recovering. "...Lovely." she grimaced. "Y/n, can I talk to you?" She asked. "Yeah, I need to study anyways." You nodded, grabbing your bag and walking. She walked with you. "Are you going to talk or-" "Draco asked about your parents." She said. You froze, standing there terrified. "What?" You asked. "He asked about your parents. I didn't answer him, mention them or anything, I swear." She said. You shook your head with a frown. "I don't understand what his fascination is. He just keeps pushing my buttons and now this!?"you whined. "I'm sure it'll be fine. We just won't answer him!" She said. "Yeah... yeah that'll... that'll work." You muttered.

The next day arrived oh too quickly, you standing in line waiting for entry into Snape's class. Pansy yawned, leaning against you. "I told you, you should've gone to bed earlier." You said. "Mmm but I wanted to do good on McGonagall's exam." She yawned. "Yes but you will do worse without sleep." You reminded. "Save it for the motivational testing posters." Pansy said making you laugh before hearing Draco. He had noticed Gryffindor's entry into the dungeons, of course saying things to provoke them. You sighed, realizing you left your newspaper in the common room. "What do you want to do?" Pansy asked. "I'll yell at him." You sighed. "Oh yeah, Umbridge immediately let the quidditch team back. Not sure about Gryffindor though, seems they have their lot cut out for them." He said loudly.

Harry rolled his eyes, you sighing. "Draco it is too early today. Shut up." You said. "I will say what I want- And let's not forget the absolute lunatics on the team. Hell, half of them deserve a one way ticket to St. Mungos hospital-" Neville lunged, prepared to strike him, but Harry held him back.

However it seemed holding back was pointless as a loud slap rang throughout the hall. Draco held his cheek, his eyes wide. "Are you insane-" your eyes were brimmed with tears you staring at him with a angry look. "Would you just SHUT THE FUCK UP!?" You yelled. He froze staring at you, Blaise being equally as shocked that you actually hit him. "You and your family have caused enough pain and suffering, would you just shut up with your god damn insults already!?" You asked, you shaking as you did. "Y/n-" Pansy put a hand on your shoulder pulling you back before both of you left. Neville swallowed slowly slipping away from Gryffindor and going back to the Slytherin Common room. You sat on the couch, sobbing against Pansy. "What'd you want Longbottom?" She asked. You slowly looked over to see Neville. "I... I never got the chance to talk to you." He said. You slowly stood up. "I'm... I'm sorry about what happened to your mum." He said softly. "I'm sorry about her failing your parents." You whispered. He shook his head, giving you a sad smile. "She kept them alive. She didn't fail them" Neville said softly. Your bottom lip trembled before sobbing and hugging him. Neville held you in a hug for a few moments, eyeing Pansy who looked almost sad at the fact you were sad.

Draco couldn't think straight. He kept expecting you to show up in class but you never came. "Today we will be making-" "Hem hem." Snape turned to the horrible woman in pink. "I believe, Professor, you are missing a few students." That annoyingly perky smile present her face as she spoke. Snape turned to the students seeing the empty chairs and noticing two slytherin students in particular missing. "Where is L/n and Parkinson?" He asked the class. "Y/n wasn't feeling well, Pansy was helping her." A student claimed. "And Longbottom?" He asked. It was at that moment that everyone did indeed realize he was missing. "I reckon Snape finally scared him off." Ron whispered to Harry. "Speaking while I am, five points from Gryffindor." Snape said staring at Ron.

"Perhaps this year's prefect knows where his fellow student went." Umbridge said. Ron gulped. "...I-I don't." He admitted. "Mm. I see." She said. "And what of you Mister Potter? Any idea where Mister Longbottom might've-" "Here! Sorry professor, Trevor ran off again!" Neville said abruptly, making everyone jump. Umbridge seemed unhappy with his presence almost like she wanted him to not show. Harry looked at Neville confused as he sat down, noticing his shirt seeming damp. Neville buttoned up his cardigan as Umbridge returned to her stool.

You didn't show up to the rest of your classes, Draco feeling confused and strangely guilty." What the hell did I say?" He asked. "Beats me." Blaise shrugged. "She hasn't shown up to any of her classes." Draco sighed. "Why do you care? It's not like you two have EVER gotten along." Blaise sighed. "Still, her reaction Blaise, it was.. it was extreme." He said. "It was called for." A voice said behind them as they sat in Flitwick's class. Pansy was reading her book, both boys turning to her. "Where's Y/n?" Draco asked. "Not saying. Maybe that good ol' slap will do you some good. Make you control your damn mouth." She said bluntly. "Was me bitching at Gryffindor seriously that bad?" Draco asked. "Idiot. It's what you did. It's what you said." She explained. "What? Why would she take that-" "you need to learn to keep your thoughts to yourself pretty boy. Y/n will seem tame with her newspaper after I'm through with you if you step out of line." She said, glaring at him. "Oh what's your problem now-" "you hurt my best friend. Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorn'?" She asked. "The hell does Congreve have to do with this?" He asked. "You pissed me off. Not smart." She paraphrased before raising her book back up.

The next week was pure unadulterated hell. Draco everytime he even so much as looked at a kid wrong would result in Pansy hitting him, and no. She did not hold back. Your absence continued, Draco now officially feeling guilty. It didn't help that Peeves himself seemed to take part in the torture of the boy. He came into the common room soaked. "Call off your lackeys. Please." He said after spitting water out of his mouth. "What in the hell happened to you?" You asked. "Fucking Peeves busted the pipe in the bathroom while I was washing my hands!" He said. "Why do you assume I sent him after you?" You asked. "Because pansy is getting her VENGEANCE!" He yelled frantically. "Draco, I have no control over Peeves. As for Pansy, I didn't send her after you either!" You said. "Then why is she so mad!?" He asked. "Probably because you offended me. She doesn't take well to people hurting me." You murmured. "What did I say?" He asked. Your breath hitched. "I...I should go-" "You've avoided me all week, Y/n please just talk to me!" He said.

You looked at him slightly shocked. "Why do you care?" You asked. "What?"he asked. "Why do you care?" You repeated. Draco sighed. "Look I... I understand what you're trying to do. And I... I appreciate it." He said hesitantly. "...I'm not quite following." You said confused. He huffed, frustrated he had to say any of this out loud. "I understand that you are trying to make me a better person. And I appreciate you for doing so." He finally said. You stood there for a few minutes, finally sighing and going to your dorm. "I- Y/n-" "stay here. I'm getting something." You huffed before returning to your dorm. You pulled a photograph from your nightstand, walking back downstairs and handing it to him.

Draco took it confused. The photograph was a confusing one, one of a large group. He recognized one person though, it looking a whole like Harry Potter but not quite. His eyes were darker, hair slightly more untamed. Next to him was a woman with red hair, with Harry's eyes. He looked up confused. "...who are all of these people?" He asked. "...Nevermind them." You said before pointing at two people. There was a woman who stood tall, her blonde curls on her shoulders, her elbow propped on the man next to her. Draco paused, recognizing the man before he gaped.

He realized now why your eyes were so damn familiar. He'd seen them before. "Your father is Professor Lupin!?" He gaped slightly. You took the photograph back, looking down. "When the first wizarding war happened, something happened... A-a prophecy was told, I don't know what was said but it led to my mum going to the Longbottoms." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "She thought that the chosen one was Neville." You admitted. Draco was aware that Harry and Neville's birthdays had lined up but he wasn't aware that anyone would've pegged that moron for the chosen one. "She was so determined to deter the prophecy but..." you sighed. "Your aunt killed her." You said, the weight of Pansy's words now hitting Draco. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. "Neville's parents were tortured to insanity, my mother was held down and forced to watch it... and then... Bellatrix killed her." You whispered.

Draco felt beyond horrible. Pansy's words to him had this unbearable weight. "...why did he never say anything when he was a professor?" Draco asked. "Thought it'd make me safer. Less likely to be bullied or have any future problems." You muttered. "...Your last name... Mckinnon.." "my mother was Marlene Mckinnon. I took her last name because I wanted her legacy to live on." You admitted, eyes glossy with tears. "What... what did you mean by 'future problems'?" Draco asked. "Look at what happened to my dad when people found out what he was. Who's to say they won't assume I have that same affliction? Who's to say that my future would be okay when people like your father are in power?" You asked, looking at him.

Draco felt even more guilty now. "I can still have a future if I don't use his name. But as long as there are people like Umbridge, Fudge and Lucius, there won't be a way to pave the way for the next generation." You said grimly. Draco felt nearly offended by the fact that Lucius was a strong factor in your argument. At the same time, you also made it clear why you had a disdain for his family.

They robbed you of your mother. They robbed Neville of his family. Right now, he swore he could feel his blood run through his veins and it felt unbearable. His body felt heavy, tainted with responsibility and a legacy covered in other's blood. He knew his parents supported you-know-who during his time. He just assumed that it was for power, money even. Now however, he couldn't unsee this. He couldn't remove the thought that Bellatrix Lestrange was his aunt. Narcissa knew what the woman did. Lucius knew what she did. Neither of them talked about her like the heinous woman she was.

Draco apologized to you, going to bed as you walked off to the Gryffindor common room. The next few days were strange, Draco being silent, even at times scolding Blaise for insulting someone. However the strangest thing, was the newfound protective nature over both you and Neville. It confused the hell out of you and him, noticing Draco's constant interference with other's comments or bullying. He even seemed to be more okay with Harry, Ron and Hermoine's presence.

"Did you break Malfoy!?" Ron asked as you entered the common room. You rose a brow. "Uh... what?" You asked. "Draco! He's suddenly nice, is he actually acting that way or is it a kiss on the cheek before betrayal?" Hermoine asked. "A kiss on the what?" Ron asked. You sighed. "I don't know what the boy is doing." You said before Fred and George came from their dorm. "Hey sweetness, we got a new one." He said before tossing you a themometer. You caught it, walking away with them when Draco entered. "What the hell are you doing here?" Ron asked. "...Uhm." he sighed and put a hand on the back of his neck. "I..." he sighed. "I wanted to say- " "shit shit shit shit shit" George's voice got louder with every word. "MAKE WAY, WE FUCKED UP!" You yelled. Fred slung over your shoulder as George opened the door. "What did these idiots do!?"Hermoine asked. "Too hot of a fever for Fred to handle, nothing big." "He's passed out George!" You said with a groan. Lee Jordan threw the boy over his shoulder. "We got it, Y/n, study the solution, figure out where we went wrong." George said. "Okay!" You nodded before heading back to their dorm when you stopped. "Draco?" You said confused. "Shit. Y'know, I'm just going to leave-" "dude have you seen Fred He's like... passed the fuck out." Pansy snorted, walking in with a green apple in her hand. She stopped. "The fuck is Draco doing here?" She asked. "Oh my god I came to say I'm sorry!" He yelled.

You all stared. "...What?" Ron asked. "I'm sorry for being... rude. All the time. And... I'm sorry for everything I've done." He finally said. You blinked, staring at him, slightly impressed. "...Wow. never would've thought you had that in you." You said. "Right? The fuck you do to him Y/n, give him a concussion when you smacked him?" Pansy joked. Hermoine sighed. "Look that's nice but-" "Hem hem."

It felt like you were in a horror movie, all of you slowly turning to the woman in the hideously pink outfit. "What, pray tell are you doing in a Gryffindor common room?" You opened your mouth but Harry's flew open oh too soon. "Shouldn't we ask you the same thing?" He asked. You looked at Harry with a sigh. "I was simply getting my notes back from Lee Jordan. Pansy and Draco were with me." You said. Umbridge twisted that mouth of hers into a slightly disgusted look when you spoke. "You cannot be in a group larger than three students." She said simply. "It was me George and Fred. Lee borrowed the notes afterwards." You said quickly, almost as if you rehearsed this. "That's still-" "following the rules. I checked." You said with a glare. Her mouth twitched, as did her eye. "And I escorted her to ensure this exact thing wouldn't happen." Draco added. Her vision flew to him. "And what is miss Parkinson doing here?" Umbridge asked. "Simply making sure that my friend is alright. She's been unwell all week professor." Pansy said, batting her eyelashes. You knew this was Pansy's hilarious way of being sarcastic when she did that. However this seemed to hold over Umbridge. "Very well. Carry on." She said with a huff. She walked out and all of you waited a while before speaking again. "She's gone!" Nearly headless Nick said, emerging from the wall. All of you let out breaths before Hermoine spoke. "I cannot believe that worked." Hermoine said. "I can't believe Harry didn't get detention. Again." You sighed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why did she seemed to hate you?"she asked. "...Uh." you swallowed. "Y/n hangs out Fred and George. She immediately thinks she's a troublemaker." Draco said quickly. "I mean... she is a troublemaker." Hermoine said. "I'll say, I mean she was the one that turned Penelope Clearwater's hair-" you slammed your hand over Pansy's mouth. "She's joking- DON'T LICK ME!" you said earning a laugh. Pansy laughed and you swiped your hand across her cardigan. Draco let a small smile slip.

"...By the way Draco. We accept the apology." Harry said. You all looked over. "Not sure I trust it. But I accept it." He said. Draco nodded. "Fair Potter. Fair." He nodded. "We should go. Don't want Umbitch asking questions." Pansy said. You nodded, leaving with Draco and Pansy.

You laid awake that night, staring at the picture of your mother and father. This was happening. Again. A war was rising to the surface and it was only going to get worse. Your time at Grimwald place was fine, yes. But with how many agents constantly ran back and forth, looking at Harry with worried glances... this was happening.

You sighed, getting up, careful not to wake up Pansy. You slipped out into the common room, noticing Draco sitting in front of the fireplace. The giant squid's shadow passed over the room, it always was more awake at night. "Couldn't sleep either?" You asked. Draco gave a small smile, letting it disappear quickly as he stared into the flames. "Draco?" You asked. "He's really back isn't he?" Draco asked. You froze. It seemed you weren't the only one with that on your mind. You weren't much comfort seeing as your next words were rather blunt.

"Did you really think he wasn't when Cedric came back dead?" Draco sat in silence, nodding slightly with a frown. "...My parents helped." He whispered. "What?" "My parents... They helped. They did what was asked of them. They..." he clenched his fist. "My parents allowed this to happen- they- Fuck!" He clenched his head. You frowned, kneeling to him. "I supported them- I-" "Draco you're not your parents." You halted. You said. He stared at you. "I supported them Y/n, I practically fucking preached their message around these stupid school halls!" He said frustrated. "Your parents wouldn't be feeling upset right now if this were them in your position. They are your family that you love, I can see why you'd blindly follow them!" You defended. "That doesn't excuse my behavior -" "you want to fix your behavior?" You asked. "Yes!" He said. "Then tomorrow come with me after class!" You said sharply. He paused. "...What?" He asked. "You will see. Now stop moping. It's pathetic of you, and you my friend are not pathetic." You said before rising and leaving.

So there he was, following you. Pansy finally met up with you as well once classes were over. "Ready?" She asked. "Yeah, lets move it." You nodded. "Where are we-" "hush blondie." Pansy said, closing her hand as if to mimick a mouth closing. You walked through an area before finally taking Draco's hand. "Swear to me that you do not mention what is behind that door." You said. "What door-" he looked over, seeing the well polished door and blinked. "What the fuck-" "promise!" Pansy said, aiming her wand at him. "I promise! Jesus!" He said alarmed. Pansy nodded before both of you shoved Draco into the DA' s meeting place. Students were still gathering, though the few that were already present seemed shocked to see Draco.

"You brought him!?" "Relax Weatherby, I ran this past Harry he said it was fine." You sighed. "If he did, maybe the prophet was right. Maybe Potter is going mad." A student said. "What is all this?" Draco asked. Cho stepped forward, slightly friendlier. "The DA." She said. "What?" He asked. You took your picture of the original order, posting it to the board. "Dumbledore's Army." You said.

Neville smiled, seeing his mother and father. He put a hand on your shoulder and you smiled. Draco felt a odd sensation... dare he say... akin to jealousy. "I'm totally kicking your ass Longbottom." You breathed. "Oh you wish Mckinnon!" He laughed. Pansy smiled slightly at her friend. "She seems happier" a voice said making Pansy jump. "God- Lovegood, announce yourself!" Pansy jolted. "I'm here!" Luna said enthusiastically. Draco rose a brow, looking at her. "Loony- Luna lovegood knew about this?" He asked. "Yeah." Pansy muttered, her eyes watching her carefully.

You looked over at Luna with a warm smile, Luna hugging you. "Oh! oh I brought what you wanted!" She said smiling. She reached into her pocket handing you a pair of radish earrings. "Thank you!" You said smiling, putting in the earings. "Neville... how my swag look?" You asked. Neville snorted as you threw up a sideways peace sign, posing for his review. "Majestic." Neville answered with a laugh. Harry came in with Ron and Hermoine, Ron seeing the earrings and sighing.

You felt a hand on your head, Fred standing next to you. "Oh I figured out what was wrong." You said. Fred looked over. "What was it?" George asked. "Gotta dilute it." You said. "that's what we were missing!" Fred gasped. "See, told you I knew what I was doing, but noooo! You thought you knew better, instead that ended up with a passed out you nearly falling onto Lee and George with a ticket to see Pomfrey!" You said with a sigh. "Oh sweet luscious-" "luscious? Really-" "SHH!" "Sweet luscious holy majestic Y/n, we will never doubt your godly powers again! Praise her!" George said loudly, dramatically dropping to your feet and acting as if he was praising you like a god. You rolled your eyes as Fred and Lee both dropped down. "Pansy join!" Lee urged. "On this gross ass floor? Hell no." She said.

Draco seemed to notice a drastic change in you. You acted so much more outgoing. You were sarcastic, you were funny... you were so much more at home here than in your common room. "Oh by the way!" Fred hopped up, propping his arm on you. "Your father sends a message!" He said. "Really? Suppose he can't..." you eyed Draco before finally deciding to speak. "You suppose he can't send a owl because he'd be intercepted?" You asked. "Intercepted?" Draco asked. "Are you kidding? Umbridge is reading what we're writing. If it were anything private you didn't want her to know, save it for the next time you'd see your family." Lee said. "... She's watching Slytherins too?" Draco asked, slightly taken aback by that idea since so far she had taken a affinity to them. "Nope. Seems to us she left you all alone. Well except our little Y/n. But she's always hated her. Knew her mum apparently and found out who her dad was." George explained. "She thinks I'm secretly a werewolf. She's kept an eye on me these past three full moons, so far she has nothing to go on but apparently that doesn't satisfies her constant need to be a massive bitch." You uttered, showing visible disgust of the woman. "You hate her that much?" Draco asked. "Kind of hard not to when she passes laws on shit she doesn't understand and then makes your dad's life a living hell." You muttered. Fred showed a sympathetic look as Harry walked in. "Alright! Sorry it took so long, took a bit to not look suspicious from von bitchy out there." Harry stated. Everyone snickered. "We've got a new one. Say hi to Draco." Harry motioned. A few scattered, half-hearted hellos echoed through the room. "Alright... today we're learning how to conjure a patronus."

You muttered "crap" under your breath, Draco noticing but not saying a word. You all scattererd throughout the room, Harry guiding you all through the instructions. A few people produced bouts of light. Again, you all tried. As practiced continued, patronuses were all in the room, a few still struggling to do just that. Harry began walking over, fixing the common problem. You however seemed pretty reserved and now seemed to have stopped trying completely. He walked over. "Y/n? You good?" He asked. "Can't produce it. Oh well." You shrugged. "Is there a particular problem?" He asked. You seemed to not want to give your answer. "I can't... find a happy memory." You admitted. He nodded.

"Alright... close your eyes." He instructed. You closed your eyes, sighing. "Can you think of any moment, anything related to your mother?" He asked. Your mind scattered trying to find something, anything. Your heart dropped as you thought you had nothing of your mother before suddenly one memory came to mind. Blurry, hazy, but enough fuel to hold on to your wand. "Expecto Patronum" you said loudly before a blast of light shot from your wand, a image of a wolf emerging from your wand. Your eyes shot open and Harry smiled. "Knew you had it in you." He said. You smiled, looking at your patronus with the most beautiful smile Draco had ever seen. "Draco? You having trouble?" Harry asked. "Er- nope. Think I uh... think I might have it?" He said.

Draco closed his eyes, searching for a memory. Then it got interrupted. By you. He tried again, interrupted by you. He huffed. "Or not." Draco said. "Something wrong?" Harry asked. "I keep.... thinking of a different subject than what I'm intending to." Draco admitted. Harry noticed where his glance was going. He knew exactly what was happening. "Why don't you try thinking of the different subject?" Harry suggested. Draco swallowed, closing his eyes, flashes of you smiling, laughing, swirling in his mind. "Expecto Patronum."

A horse emitted from Draco's wand, you smiling at him. "You did it!" You said. He gulped. "Yep." He nodded. Well shit. This was a new problem. He liked you. Harry, judging by the smile on his face, knew that he liked you too. "Alright. Now, unfortunately our next lesson will most likely be a while considering-" "quidditch" everyone said in unison. You rolled your eyes. "Still don't see why we can't set aside the afternoon." You sighed. "It interferes with practice!" Angelina said. "Oh. Yeah, I'm sure that's a great excuse for the dark lord. 'Sorry man. I know you have this whole dark uprising but I got quidditch soooo. Sorry!'." You said earning laughs from Fred, Lee, Pansy and George. Harry snickered but Angelina rolled her eyes and you sighed.

You all went back to your dorms, you sitting on the floor and propping yourself against your end board while you and Pansy ate chocolate. "So I didn't think you could produce a patronus?" Pansy said. "I thought so but then like... I had this memory... I swear... I could hear mum." You admitted. Pansy looked at you. "Really?" She asked. "Yes." You said. "That's amazing." She said with a smile. "What do you think Draco thought of?" You asked. "Mmm. Being an ass?" Pansy joked. You threw a dark chocolate piece at her. "No. I mean, when we got back, he refused to look at me, even when we were walking back." You said.

"Who knows. I'm so over boys. Thinking of just ditching them and joining a convent or something." She said making you snort. "You were utterly boy crazy third year, what happened?" You asked. "I never.... I never felt anything towards them. I did that because I thought that's what I was supposed to do." She said honestly. "Mm." You pondered, thinking back to Pansy's past boyfriends. "...Pansy... has it maybe occurred to you that you might not... like boys?" You suggested. She blinked. "What... what do you mean?" She asked. You sat up straight. "Pansy you said it yourself. You never felt that way towards them." "So you think I like girls?" Pansy asked. "Maybe? Or maybe you don't like anyone? Or maybe I'm talking out of my ass." You shrugged. Pansy pondered. "I never considered... girls." She said. "Just something to think about." You shrugged. "... do you like girls?" She asked curiously. "Mmm... Well I've never ventured into dating." You said. Pansy snorted. "Right, miss chastity over here, sorry" she teased. You threw another piece of chocolate at her and she laughed harder. "It's not like I haven't tried!" You huffed. She leaned up from almost falling over. "Yeah, I know you did try. With Kai Waterton. Once" Pansy said. "It was my first year. And he rejected me, no one's been interested in me." You sighed. She snorted. "No one? No one. Okay. Tomorrow remind me of this moment at breakfast." She said. You sighed.

The next morning you and Pansy sat at the Gryffindor table. "Hem hem." Sounded off. You gritted your teeth. "Ma'am?" "No interhouse mingling!" She said. "That's not a rule Delores." McGonagall halted. Umbridge seemed to dislike this fact, her smile twitching before you ignored her outright. Then you heard that whispered word, something you didn't expect muttered but it was. "Bloodtraitor."

You looked up, glaring at her. You wanted to open your mouth but you knew that's what she wanted. You gritted your teeth and pulled your head down. The last thing anyone needed was someone snapping at her outside of Harry. Draco, however was standing next to her and heard this as he was making his way for Blaise and decided to irk her further, staring her down as he sat next to you and Pansy. Fred smirked, noticing what he was doing and you smiled slightly as Umbridge's eye twitched.

As she returned to the staff table the chatter in the great hall increased. "Oh, what was that thing you told me to remind you about last night?" You asked Pansy. Pansy nearly choked on her drink in her goblet before laughing. "Right. Okay." She nodded, patting her chin with a napkin. "Guys. GUYS!" Pansy waved all the boys attention, they turned. "What's up?" Ron asked. "Alright. Back when you first got to know Y/n, how many of you had a crush on her?" She asked. Hermoine choked on her food and Ginny laughed. Fred and George raised their hands with no hesitation, Neville slowly raising his and quite a few others raised theirs as well. What shocked you was when Ginny and Luna (who was sitting next to her might I add), raised their hands, laughing as they did. "...What the fuck?" You gaped. "None of you ever said anything!?" You asked. "You never seemed interested!" George said. "And Ginny, are you joking?" You asked. "Oh no. Oh no no no. You confused the hell out of me." She laughed. "I also liked you at one point but I love you as a friend now." Luna said. You blinked. "You even pulled girls dude. You got game." Pansy said, smirking.

"Wha-No no, saying I have game implies I know how to play the damn game- I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE GAME PANSY!" you said earning hard laughs from Fred, Draco, George, Pansy and Harry. You groaned into your hands. "There there." Fred patted your arm. You shoved him away. "Don't touch me right now I am so done with the world right now." You grumbled. "Come now Mckinnon, you're fineeee. You just are oblivious to relationships, there's nothing wrong with that. It's not like Harry has a track record, or Draco-" "I get it Fred." You grumbled. "Oh sweetness. You don't need a boyfriend to survive. I mean shit, if you're really adamant about going on a date, I'll take you on one or we'll straight up find someone to date." Ginny said with a shrug. "I..." you looked down and then settled on your answer.

"Do it." You said. Everyone looked over. "What?" George asked. "Do it." You repeated. Ginny looked at Fred. "You go left I'll go right?" She asked. "No need, I'll do it." Draco halted. Everyone's sights went to him. "What? Just helping a friend out." Draco said. Harry squinted at him. ".... Right." Harry said slowly. "Are you sure?" You asked. "Yeah. Hogsmeade, this weekend?" He asked. "...Sure." you agreed. "And I have a suggestion." He added. "Yeah?" "Wear blue, it brings out your eyes." He said, very close to your face. Pansy's jaw dropped and you swallowed. "...Okay." you said before Draco got up and walked out of the great hall.

You blinked, everyone's jaws practically on the floor. "WHO THE HELL KNEW HE LIKED HER!?" Ginny asked. "I did, I just didn't think he'd act on it." Harry said, sounding slightly impressed. "Are we sure he actually likes me and he's not just-" "oh no. No no no no. Y/n, look at the facts." "Okay." You leaned forward listening to Fred. "He was the first to volunteer. He heard what Umbridge said, purposefully pissed her off by sitting here. He knows what colors you look good in. Y/n, he notices you. He notices your habits, your little flaws that he likes, he likes you." Fred explained.

Suddenly sitting at the table in hogsmeade was a lot more intimidating. Draco was currently getting butterbeer and you were just sitting there, fiddling with the hem of your dress that Pansy picked out. Draco sat back down and you gulped. "I don't bite you know." He teased. "I know Draco it's just... odd." You muttered. "What's odd? Me?"he asked. "No. The whole idea of a date. It's ridiculous, why do people do this!?" You asked. "To get to know one another." Draco said. "You can do that without the dressing up and-and the awkward chit chat." You huffed. Draco chuckled. "Then don't think of it as a date." he said. "But you asked me-" "I want you to be comfortable Y/n, the last thing I'd want is for you to feel uncomfortable." He said sincerely.

You felt a smile tug at your lips. "...When did you meet Blaise?" You asked. Draco leaned back in his chair, thinking. "Oh geez... we knew each other way before hogwarts. Fathers worked together. But I think I befriended him because he always called me 'Draco' and not my last name." He said. You nodded. "When did you meet Pansy?" He asked. You nearly choked on your Butterbeer with a laugh. "Well uh." You coughed out. "I was her alibi." You admitted. "What?" Draco asked. "I was her ablibi for a prank. It was a panic response really, she freaked out, grabbed my arm and said she was with me and I, like the true trooper I am, nodded my head." You explained. Draco chuckled. "Been hooked at the hip ever since, she's my best friend." You admitted. He smiled. "What's your favorite book?" He asked. You pondered. "Well.... I'm currently reading a book called 'the hobbit' that's interesting." You said. "The... what?" "Hobbit. Small creature. Hairy feet. Eats like a fiend." You clarified. "Is this creature... real?" "Oh goodness no. Tolkien just has a odd imagination." You chuckled. "What about you? Assuming you are interested in reading." You said. He chuckled. "Macbeth is actually my favorite." He answered. "Actually Tolkien was a big fan of Shakespeare." You pointed out. "Really?" Draco asked curiously. "Yes, he actually had this weird thing about the prophecy in Macbeth. He hated the fact a woman didn't take charge, he-he felt like it was this big missed opportunity so he wrote this character named Éowyn and she absolutely OBLITERATES this enemy in the books. Pretty cool." You explained. Suddenly you realized your rambling. "Sorry, I'll just shut it now." You said drinking your Butterbeer.

But Draco had a wide smile on his face, looking at you as if you were the best thing he'd ever laid eyes on. "I am interested in what you're telling me. And I don't want you to think that your interests are boring to me, because they aren't." He said simply. "...So I can tell you what utter bullshit it is that he spends too many pages talking about trees." You asked. He smirked. "Trees? How does one talk about trees for multiple pages?" He asked.

He watched with a smile as you ranted to him on Tolkien's odd attachment to trees, that according to you "I'll never understand who the fuck finds trees that fascinating outside of Luna or Neville." "Oh god and then theres the songs!the man writes songs throughout the book like a tonedeaf poet!" You ranted. Draco smiled, his head on his hand. "The man just keeps going with the damn songs- it's like he wants to live up to Shakespeare but like- NO!" You said frustrated. Draco laughed at your comedic outrage. You huffed and leaned back. "Are you enjoying my pain?" You asked with a huff. "Oh yes, absolutely. It's rather comedic to see you this upset about a man who died before we were even born." Draco said drinking his butterbeer. You stared at him confused.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked. "Mmhmm." He nodded before taking another sip. "Why me?" You asked. He stared at you. "What?" He asked. "Why do you like me? Why choose me? Why. Me?" You asked. He set down the mug looking at you "You saw good in me. You chose to continue to chip away at me until I started acting better, you have shown me the consequences of my own actions, you've taught me so much Y/n. I like you because despite the reputation Slytherin has, you always see the best in people." "Minus Umbridge-" "Umbridge has no soul, that is besides the point." Draco said making you smile. He took your hand into his. "I want to be yours Y/n. I want to learn more." He said softly. You swallowed. "O-okay." You said blushing. "You do realize I'm asking to be your boyfriend?" "Uh-huh." You nodded, clearly taken aback. "So then it's settled." "yep." "We're dating?" "Uh huh." You nodded still at a loss for words. "Having trouble forming words?"he asked. "My brain has trouble registering the fact that I went from no dating experience to dating you apparently-"

"Y/n. Help. Now." Pansy's voice cut you off. Draco rose a brow. You noticed the panicked look in her eyes. "Uhhh. Draco do you mind-" "not at all, I'll be here." He said softly. You got up walking with Pansy. "Pansy, what's going on-" "I did it. I asked a girl out." She said. You blinked. "...Who?" You asked. "Luna." She admitted. You squinted at her. "Luna? Really?" You asked. "It-It just happened, I was just talking to her and then-then Ginny noticed Luna staring at me and-and she pulled me aside and asked me if I was into girls and I said I didn't know yet but I wanted to find out and next thing I know, I'm asking Lovegood out- What the fuck did I do Y/n!?" She asked. "....I didn't think you even tolerated her much less would go on a date with her." You admitted. "Well I never said I hated her. She's sweet. And strangely charming. And smells like strawberries for whatever reason." Pansy said. You blinked. "Wow I'm so dense. You really did like her this whole time." You said. "What-no." She lied. "She smells like strawberries?" You repeated. "...Okay maybe a little but... Y/n... what if I mess up?" She asked. "Lucky for you, Luna finds people to be fascinating no matter what they do. You chose the foolproof date. It doesn't matter if you mess up, so long as you don't insult her dad or the Quibbler, you'll be fine." "Why does that matter?" She asked. "Her dad writes for the Quibbler." You pointed out. "Why does that explain so much?" She muttered. "Pansy. You've got this. I know you do." You assured. Pansy let out a long breath. "I should get back to Ginny and Luna..." she said. "Tell me how it goes." "You know I will." She said with a smile.

You walked back to the three broomsticks, Draco looking up. "Everything okay?" He asked. "Oh yeah. Just... weird weird things are happening today?" You said slightly confused. "Blaise came in and mentioned something about Luna and Pansy?" He said. "Jesus news travels fast." You breathed. "I didn't realize Pansy liked girls." He said confused. "Mm. I think it's a new realization for her. Me not so much." You said. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I mean, I always noticed Pansy never seemed truly interested in guys. She never seemed to romantically connect with them, she never really showed any big reactions to anything to do with them. I'm not even sure she's interested in girls, it could be that she's not interested in anyone. But considering her panicked state beforehand..." You explained. Draco nodded. "I hope everything works out." He said. "Me too." You breathed. You looked over at Draco. "...So what are your hobbies?" You asked. "Mm. I draw occasionally." He said. You seemed to perk up at this response. "Really?" You asked. He opened his bag, handing you a book.

There were different drawings, roses, plants he had found across campus, a hilarious drawing of Harry that made you giggle and then you saw it. Draco avoided eye contact for a moment at you looked at the drawing of you. ".. Draco this is-" "you don't have to be generous-" "beautiful." You said sincerely. He looked at you, another smile playing to his lips. "Really?" He asked. "Yes- Draco this is wonderful." You admitted. He opened his mouth before freezing up, swallowing hard. You followed his eyes before seeing him.

Lucius. You looked at Draco. "What do you want to do?" You asked. "I suppose my father came in here to find me." Draco muttered. "Would you like to leave?" You asked. "No no. I'll... I'll talk to him, if you want to leave I understand." He said. "No, I'll stay here if that's what you're doing." You said. Lucius looked at the table before walking over. Draco stood up, shaking his father's hand. "Good to see you father." He said, though there was a subtle hint of distain in Draco's tone. "Haven't been hearing from you lately." Lucius said, almost ignoring you outright. "That dreadful woman is reading our letters." You said quickly as Draco seemed to hesitate on his reason for not writing home. Lucius looked at you. "And you are...?" Lucius asked. "Y/n Mckinnon." You answered. His eyes widened at the name, him locking into place. "...was your mother-" "father, this is my girlfriend." Draco said. Lucius paused at this statement. "Girlfriend?" Lucius asked. "Yes." You nodded.

There was this part of you clawing to get out. You wanted to unhinge yourself, yell at him. But you remained composed, staring at him with a fake smile but loathing eyes. "We should have dinner with your family one day, it is customary for us to meet the family." He said, eyeing you still. "I'm not sure that's a good idea." You muttered. Draco looked over at you, sliding his hand into yours. "Her father's ill at the moment, he's not much company." Draco lied. "Ah I see. And your mother?" He asked. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. "Passed away when she was a little girl." Draco said. "My apologies. I nearly thought you were..." Lucius seemed to not catch on. "I thought your mother was someone else for a moment." Lucius said, relief seeming to feel relief. "Do you mean Marlene Mckinnon?" You asked. Draco looked at you slightly panicked. "It's a common mistake, I think they were cousins or something, I dunno." You lied, seeing the slight panic in Lucius's eyes. Lucius let out a slight chuckle, you smiling politely. "Pleasure meeting you, and I'll see what I can do about this Umbridge woman." Lucius said. Then you had an idea.

"Wait, sir you work for the ministry right?" You asked. "Yes I do." "You can do something about Umbridge?" You asked. "...I may be able to, from what I've heard she is a very good-" "you should know she physically abuses students she doesn't like." You said. Draco blinked a couple of times. "What?" Draco asked. He had never been on the receiving end of Umbridge's punishments, he had no idea this was going on. "At first I thought it was fake when Harry Potter mentioned it to me, but then she decided to take a particular dislike to me." You said before removing your jacket and rolling up your sleeve. There it was, the scar bearing the words "I must not tell lies."

Lucius blinked. He sat down as did you and Draco. "When did this start?”

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owaowabetch · 4 years ago

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Minecraft pt. 1 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): Even though you’ve never played minecraft, you still manage to build a great house with your basement buddy. Friendship with a hint of romance. This is season 1 of the OTV ftb server (Pre-relationship; part of Uh-oh & Impasta)

“Ok guys, so today’s stream is going to be a lil different” You chat to your stream “We are going to be playing Minecraft with the OTV gang and other people we’ve played among us with!” Waiting for Minecraft to load on your pc, you continued on chatting “We will be playing GTA later on in the stream, we have a few jobs lined up with some people, so hopefully we get a lot of money from that”

You minimized your face cam into a corner as your character appeared in a random spawn area near quite a few people. You saw multiple boxy players run around and hitting each other. So, you walked around picking up flowers and with the help of some members of your chat, you managed to collect wood.

“OH! HEY Y/N!!” A loud crunchy voice yelled terribly into your ear causing you to cringe visible and immediately start hitting them with the wood in your hand.

“Your mic is dank man” You continue hitting them, which turned out to be Leslie and she starts to hit you back with a laugh. You guess her flowered hand overpowered your wood and hungry state, because you died and respawned to where you first showed up.

“Ah fuck” You complained before another boxy figure showed up infront of you and you recognized the blue shirt and green striped scarf, so you cheered. “Sykkuno!”

“Hey, Y/N!” His character moved his head up and down “What happened? How did you die?”

“Leslie’s mike was..crunchy?? And then she killed me!” You jump around

Sykkuno laughs “What? I’m surprised mobs havent got you. I’ve been killed many times by them” and in comedic fashion poki ran by screaming for help as she was being chased by a giant spider. You both watched as she would turn and hit it before continuing on her run.

It killed her. She puffed into smoke and in her place was a grave.

You both laugh as Sykkuno gasps out her name and you both run to her grave.

“Is this part of the mod? Or is it part of minecraft” You ask crouching on her grave and read her name.

He jumped around you with an answer “ Uh no it’s a mod that abe put in. If you break it the stuff you died with will spawn out”

“Oh” Continuing the crouch and uncrouch “What now?”

“Well i was going to find some of my graves, but I’m gunna find wood to make tools and find food” He answered and with that you decided to follow him

You collect the fruit from the near by trees and kill some of the animals with an axe that Sykkuno made you. Along the way you collected flowers and wood.

“We should find a house before it gets dark and more mobs come and kill us” Sykkuno walks to you then throws a stack of wood on the floor “Or maybe you build us a house. I’m not good at that type of thing”

You stare into your cam and do the debbie ryan “Oh my god, living together?” You pick up the stack of wood and start building a small house “Is that good?”

“Ya, that’s great! I’ll put the door down and I got us some beds, so we now have a spawn point. So when we die we just end up here” He explains doing so

Nodding along to what he said, you start putting the flowers you collected around the house before entering the house. He put the beds down next to each other. Making sure to mute yourself, you do the finger point and with a ‘tch’ sound you smile “ Oh my God Chat! Our beds are next to each other !?! How crazy. Heehee”

The house was lit up with torches. “Click on the bed” He tells you and you do so. Your characters laid there side by side and your chat was hearing you make embarrassing noises. “Chat better not be telling him how embarrassing I’m being please. This is a desparate plea for you guys not to tell him!! Like Im joking guys please” With a laugh, your character gets off the bed and you walk out.

“Oh!” In Sykkuno’s hand was a flower “I noticed you picking up flowers and I know that [Flower/Name] is your favorite, so i picked some up for you”

You can’t stop the smile that appears on your face nor the flush on your cheeks “You are so fucking cute”

“Wha-?” You interrupt him “This is so sweet, honestly Sy.”

He throws them on the ground “It’s no problem. Just saw them and remembered how much you liked them “ and you pick them up, putting them at the entrance of the door “I love it!!! Thank You Sykkuno!!”

He hums and jumps around. You check chat, when a donation comes in telling you to check it, and read that he was purposefully was looking for the flowers because he knows how much you would’ve loved them. You don’t believe them at first, telling them that while he is nice, going around looking for a flower doesn’t seem like a productive thing to do. So, someone from your chat sent a clip of him telling his viewers that he was looking for your favorite flower to give to you. His excuse was that this as your first time playing minecraft, so he wanted you to enjoy it and thought it would be a great present until he can find diamonds.

“Guys! No!! That is so sweet!” You cry out blushing even further

“Hey guys!” A voice called out. A voice you immediately recognized to be Liliy’s “Come look at my house!” Looking up you see her stood further up from the both of you. She started making her way down and gasped “Are those [F/N]!?! Where did you find these! The look so pretty!”

“Yea” You jumping once more “Aren’t they cool?”

“YES! Can I have one?” She asked standing next to them “Is this your house? I love the flowers around them”

“I guess this is where we live now” You respond

“Both?” Lily questioned “You and Sykkuno are living together!?!”

“Yea! He actually gave me the [F/N]s, so you can’t..have them..” You respond to her awkwardly

Lily turns to Sykkuno and hits his character “You fucking simp”

He gasps “Lily” but she ignores him “I’ll take a different flower as a housewarming gift. Now follow me!”

“Y/N, why don’t you go see it while I gather up more materials” Sykkuno told you

You follow her up the small mountain? And there laid her pink house and you gasped “There is pink wood!?!”

“Yea, you just need pink dye. I have a bunch left if you want some” She offered you

“I don’t know if Sykkuno would want to live in a pink house” You enter her house and notice chests and peak into them

“He’d want what you want so just go for it.” She places the flower she took from your house next to hers. “Those chests belong to other people, but here’s mine.” She hits the chest in her house “I think i have like 20 of the pink wood left, so you can just take the rest”

You took the stack from her chest “Awesome! Your house is nice! It’s big too! I’d have to remake our house into something bigger”

“Yea, it’s kinda ugly since it isn’t pink” She tells you causing you to laugh

“It was a last minute thing to hid in during the night” Holding the pink wood in your hand “I’ll probably look up some building tips and stuff later to make a cool place, but thanks Lily!”

You hung out in her house talking with people as they came and went as Lily went to find more flowers to surround her house in. Though someone interesting came in, wearing the generic steve skin with a slightly creepy face.

“Hey Miyoung!” Lily called from out her house

“Hi Lily” She responded “I’m just letting you know I’m putting a death trap in your home. Please don’t tell the victims”

You snorted in amusement “Can I help with that?”

She moves towards you in her crouched state, so you respond in kind. You both just stared at each other in your crouched position circling each other “Okay, so I have a bucket of oil, so I want to dig a hole in the ground and push people into it”

Nodding your head “Clean, my chat was telling me that there is a trapped door, so why not put one on the ground above it and just have people walk in it?”

“We should also put a sign down there, so as they’re slowly sinking to their death, there’ll be a sign that mocks them” Nodding her characters head “I have some signs already, I’ll make the trapped door”

Taking a shovel from your hotbar, you dig a hole 6 blocks down, digging the other side as you make your way down. You then walk to the other side and start to make your way up.

“You should leave an open space for the sign, maybe 2 blocks open?” Miyoung tells you as she eyes you from above. You jump out of the hole you created and shovel 2 dirt blocks. She places a sign down and covers it up with a wood plank that matches the floor of Lily’s house “Wait I need to put the oil down”

So, she breaks the floor once more and jumps in to put the oil in before making her way back up. “I just put RIP on the sign, I think it’ll help them realize that they will die, so..”

“Alright clean clean” You jump around and watch as she places a trap door on the floor above it and placing a sign in front of it.

“We should probably look for victims” Miyoung tells you

You make your character swing their arm around towards the chests in Lily’s home “Well people have stuff in here, so maybe we should wait for someone to come in to grab something and lure them”

“Sounds good” She says and as she says this Sykkuno comes barging in.

“Hey y/n!” He cheers “Oh hey Miyoung! Lily told me that she has a bucket in her chest that she’ll let me borrow. So, I’m just trying to find her chest. Don’t mind me” He rifles through them “Can’t seem to find them “

You open the trap door and look at him before he turns to you two “Oh is it in here?” and down he goes. “Oh!? IS THIS A TRAP”

You start giggling as he starts to panic laugh “y/n? miyoung? Help!”

You both just crouch above him and stare as he slowly sinks “Guys, any help? please? y/n?”

Miyoung just closes the trap door and walks away and in the little chat says that Sykkuno died in due to [Sticky Dipping], so you type in an apology as you make your way back towards the house. You meet him and apologize to him once again.

“It’s no problem. It was actually kind of funny, but check in the chest I have in the house. I got some more stuff for you for the house” He tells you “I’m gunna go back to get my stuff and the bucket, so i’ll catch you later!”

“Alright, see ya Sy!” You cheer back to him and make your way into the house.”Alright chat, let’s see what he gave us! I’m not reading what you guys, say so no spoilers~”

You open the wooden box and inside were more pink wood planks, glass, stairs, torches, other house materials to make building easier, and some more of your favorite flowers.

You feel your chest tighten as the butterflies appear in your stomach. You smile largely and giddy, opening and closing your mouth trying to gather the words to express how you felt, you were pleasantly surprised by the things he left you.

You wanted to squeal at how nice he is. It is hard to come across a genuinely nice guy that wanted nothing but friendship with you. So, it was easy to fall for Sykkuno; but it was hard to admit to yourself your growing feelings for him, because love is scary and being in love with your friend is even scarier. Once those feelings come out, you can’t take them back and things just become different. So, it is safe to say that you’ll be keeping them to yourself.

“By the way” Sykkuno starts causing you to jump in real life, as you were sat pondering to yourself “The server is making a town square a few blocks away, so why don’t we move the house there?”

You start collecting the items in your inventory “Yea! Are you going to need help carrying the rest of the stuff there?”

He starts breaking the items in your old home “If you have the room for some that’ll be great! yea!”

Once you both gathered the things you wanted to take, you guys bound towards where the Town Square was being made.

“Oh! By the way, can I request you build a basement for me in our house?” Sykkuno asks

The thought of him referring to the house as ‘ours’ made you smile “Yea, but can I ask why you want one?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t build anything that’ll blow up our house” Sykkuno dodges the question

‘Our’ house. Maybe one day that can be a real life possibility. You couldn’t contain the smile growing on your face even further. Maybe one day you’ll have the courage to tell him how you feel.

As you start building near Leslie’s house, a thought suddenly pops into your head ‘Sykkuno there is a girl into you’

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Reverence

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: How about a Juice x female reader where she wears short sleeves for the first time round the clubhouse, and the boys get a glimpse of the scars of her arms, from where she used to do silly things to deal with her shit, but after a chat with Chibs she just gives up trying to hide it, and it breaks Juice's heart because he's liked her for so long, and a bit of angsty fluff happens, before it turns to smut with some vague body worship. Idk. Feeling shit about mine atm - glad it's behind me

Warnings: smoking/alcohol, mentions of scars & self injury, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: As someone else who has also put this chapter of my life behind me, I’m really glad that you trusted me with this request! Hopefully I did it justice. It’s a little soft, a little sad, but it was really cathartic to write. Hope you enjoy. xo

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You knocked lightly on the door to Chibs’ dorm, dreading the conversation that you were about to get yourself into with him. He called for you to come in, and taking one last deep breath you did. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, glasses low on his nose as he ran his hands back through his hair. He glanced up at you and smiled despite the exhaustion written all over his face.

“Y/N,” he waved for you to come closer, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

You chuckled, biting back your nerves as you kept your arms crossed and pressed tight against your chest, “I, um, I was just wondering if you had a sweatshirt I could borrow? Half-sack spilled beer on mine. I feel naked in just a tank top.”

He nodded as he stood up and walked over to the little pocket of wall space that passed for his closet. He leafed through a few hangers before pulling a black hoodie for you, “Whatever you need, love.”

An audible sigh of relief escaped you as you stepped closer to take it from him, “Thank you. I owe you, seriously.”

He chuckled at how grateful you seemed for the small gesture, “It’s really no—” he paused mid-sentence as he watched you reach forward to take the piece of clothing from his hands.

You looked at him, and followed where his eyes were looking. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you watched him scan your arms. There was a reason you always had on a hoodie, or flannel, or sleeves of any kind despite the fact that you lived so close to the California coast. There was also a reason that Chibs was the person that you went to, to ask for a spare shirt to wear. However, as you watched the concern begin to pool in his eyes, you worried that you might’ve made a mistake.

“You can keep the sweatshirt,” he reached forward and rested his hand on your shoulder, “But I’ll be the first to tell ye, forever is a long time to try and hide. A long time to be ashamed.”

You felt tears stinging at the edges of your eyes and you tried desperately to force them back into hiding. You reached up, quickly brushing them away. You’d never spoken to any of the guys about that part of your past. It was behind you, but the slightly discolored scars etched into your arms felt like a constant reminder that you would never be able to fully outrun it. You didn’t want them to see that part of you, you didn’t even want to see it in yourself.

“C’mere,” Chibs pulled you into a full hug and you let yourself melt into his chest. He rested the side of his head against yours as he ran his hand up and down your back, “If there’s anyplace that you should feel comfortable in yer own skin, it’s here,” his voice was gentler than you’d ever heard before, “Ev’ryone’s got scars, love. People like you ‘n me jus’ wear ‘em on the outside instead.”

Your body was trembling as you fought the urge to break down completely. Tears fell from your eyes onto the smooth leather of his kutte. You couldn’t force yourself to pull away and look at him, “I don’t want them to see me differently. I don’t want them thinking about that part of me—I don’t want me thinking about that part of me.”

Chibs stepped back from you so that he could get a better look at your face. He thumbed a stray tear off your cheek and gave you a sincere smile, “C’mon now. There’s nothing but love for you here,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m not tryin’ to tell you what to do. ‘S your life, your body. But I’m thinkin’ it might be time ta forgive yerself a bit.”

You took a deep breath as you ran your hands over your face, wiping away the remnants of your tears, “Thank you, Chibs.”

He smiled, nodding, “You know I love you, darlin’.”

After that, he excused himself and walked out of the room. You were thankful for the moment of privacy to weigh out everything that he had just said. He always spoke with so much certainty, but this was the first time that certainty had been blanketed over with so much softness. You wished that you could completely buy into everything that he had just said, but you still found yourself pulling the sweatshirt down over your head.

When you walked back out into the expanse of the clubhouse, you looked around to see who else was there. It was starting to get a little later, and more people were starting to flood in. Pretty much everyone in the MC was there, as well as the usual crowd of friends and girls from CaraCara.

You locked eyes with Chibs, who was sitting on the couch with Bobby and Jax. You were afraid to meet his gaze, afraid of what you might see when you did. Part of you was expecting him to look upset, or disappointed, but his expression didn’t falter at all. He gave you a slight nod and a small smile as he went back to the conversation that he was in.

Once you were back behind the bar with the prospect, you felt your nerves begin to subside a little. Staying busy and keeping your mind occupied was key. The two of you were cracking open a record number of beer bottles as the night continued to get busier, but you didn’t mind it. Truthfully, you thrived off the controlled chaos of the clubhouse.

You’d just brought in a few more cases of beer from the back storage room. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you lifted the bottom hem of your sweatshirt to wipe away a few beads of sweat that were beginning to trickle down your forehead. You weren’t expecting Chibs’ sweatshirt to be so heavy and well-insulated, but you felt like you were on the brink of overheating.

For a moment you pulled at the sleeves before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck this,” to yourself before pulling the top off over your head. You tied it around your waist and went back to work, feeling like a huge weight had been taken off of your shoulders. Breathing felt a little easier, and you knew it wasn’t just because you weren’t sweating anymore.

As the night wore on, a few of the guys had come up to get drinks from you. They’d be in the middle of telling a dumb joke or talking shit about something else happening in the clubhouse when you’d hand them their drink. They would see the lines that went across the insides of your arms. Some of them would pause when they clocked it, others would just look back up at your eyes and continue whatever it was that they had been telling you. No comments, good, bad, or otherwise, were made, and you were so relieved. Chibs was right, and perhaps you should’ve known better from the get-go, but better late than never.

You were just about to tell Half Sack that you were going to step outside to grab a smoke when Juice popped up on the other side of the bar. He had the same silly, childish grin on his face that he always had when he came over to talk to you. You chuckled as you leaned forward onto the bar.

“What can I get you, Juan Carlos?”

His smile grew, making his eyes crinkle at the edges, “Just another beer, please.”

You threw him a wink, “You got it.”

You grabbed a bottle for him, easily popping the top off on the edge of the bar before handing it over to him. You were just about to start up the flirty banter that always went back and forth between you two when you saw the smile drop from his face. Everyone else had moved so quickly past the scars on your arms that you’d almost forgotten about the fact that they’d never seen them before. Perhaps you should’ve known that it would be different with Juice. His eyes traveled up your arms and shoulders until they reached your face. When his eyes met yours, you could see that the light was slipping out of them. The hustle and bustle of the clubhouse began to fade away as you looked at him.

“You okay?” you asked.

“I, uh,” he stammered slightly, “Yea. I’m…I’m good.”

You knew that it was going to be on his mind all night, and he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until you two talked about it. You offered up a smile, “I was just about to step out and grab a smoke. Keep me company?”

He nodded, practically jumping out of his seat at the opportunity, “Of course.”

You chuckled as you turned back to Half Sack, “You’re in charge for a little bit, prospect. Don’t let the place burn down.”

Once you came out from your side of the bar you lightly took Juice’s hand in your own and tugged him towards the door. You were trying not to think about the mounting concern in his eyes as you pushed your way out into the night air. It was still warm out despite the fact that the sun was long gone. There was the slightest hint of a breeze and you reveled in the way it felt as it coursed over your arms.

You sat down on top of the picnic table, feet resting atop the bench. You glanced over at Juice and motioned for him to join you. Once he did, you reached over into the pocket of his kutte and pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

He managed a smile, “Didn’t realize you invited me because that’s where you were going to get your smoke from.”

You chuckled as you pulled out your lighter, “Least I brought my own light.

You tilted the pack towards him and he took one with a laugh and a shake of his head, “Something not quite right about you offering me a smoke from my own pack like this.”

You laughed as you set it down next to you, “My pack now.”

He let you light his cigarette for him. You rested the side of your leg against his as you both stared towards the street, soaking up how quiet your little town was outside the fences of the compound.

“You wanna talk about it?” you finally broke the silence.

“About what?” he feigned ignorance, but not well.

“About that sad look in your eyes.”

He pressed his lips together for a moment, and you could tell that he felt bad that he wore his thoughts and emotions so clearly on his face. It was part of what you liked most about him, though—you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “I didn’t mean to make it weird. I just…I didn’t know.”

Your laugh had a touch of hollowness to it, “That was on purpose.”

“What changed?”

You shrugged, “How long can you hide so much of yourself? There comes a point where it’s just…not worth it.”

“I’m,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, “I’m so sorry.”

You looked over at him and shook your head, “Don’t be. It was a long time ago. I’m a different person now.”

“No, I mean,” he paused as he tried to get his words in order, “I’m sorry you felt like you had to hide it. No one should have to feel that way, especially not you.”

You took a drag from your cigarette, letting out a long, slow stream of smoke, “You have nothing that you need to apologize for. What I did, what I do, none of that is on you.”

For a few minutes neither of you said anything more. You could see it on Juice’s face that he had a million thoughts going through his head. If anyone knew the weight of the kind of hurt that drove you to do things like hurting yourself, it was Juice. He never said anything in particular, but you knew that despite the energy he had and the brightness of his smile, he was a man who knew how much hurt a person could carry in silence.

“You know what my first thought was when you started working here?” he finally spoke up, his voice a little lighter.

“What’s that?” you smiled over at him as you flicked the last of your cigarette away.

“I thought that it was only going to take about a week for someone as gorgeous as you to get sick of all of us here and quit,” he laughed for a moment before shaking his head, “And my second thought was how much I was going to miss looking at you from the other side of the bar.”

You laughed, unable to lie to yourself about the warmth rising in your face, “You get in over your head fast, huh?”

“One of my best and worst qualities,” he snubbed out his cigarette and turned to look at you, “I’m really glad you stuck around.”

“Me too,” you nodded, twisting your hands in your lap.

“I know it’s too little too late, but,” he nervously tapped his fingers against his knee, “you know I’m always here for you, right? If you ever wanna talk. I’m…I’m never too busy for you.”

You rested your hand on top of his to try and calm his nerves, “I appreciate that.”

His mind slowed down as the warmth from your hand bled over into his. He let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He slowly took his hand out form underneath yours and slid it up your arm, the pads of his fingers ghosting over the ridges and divots that remained despite years passing. His hand traced over your shoulder and up your neck until it came to rest on the side of your face. Your heart was pounding inside your chest but the rest of you felt perfectly calm.

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice came out as a whisper.

You let out a quiet laugh, “You don’t have t—”

“I mean it,” he still spoke softly, but his thumb tracing lightly along the side of your face gave you pause, “You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. And I’m…I’m so glad that you’re not hiding yourself anymore.”

You felt a lump forming in the back of your throat at the sincerity of his words. Taking a shaky breath as you fought the tears that were beginning to form in your eyes, you rested your hand over his. You shut your eyes for a moment before opening them to look directly into his.

“Kiss me,” you let the words slip out.

His eyes went wide for a moment but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and caught your lips in a kiss. His touch was gentle as he brought his other hand up to cup both sides of your face. You leaned into him, arms wrapping around his torso as you tried to pull him closer to you. You could feel his lips curling into a smile as he kissed you.

He pulled away and you were caught off-guard at the sudden loss of contact. You were about to ask him if you had pushed it too far when he hopped off the picnic table and scooped you up right after. You laughed as he draped you bridal style over his arms and made his way down the side of the clubhouse. For a minute you both felt like a couple of teenagers as he snuck in through the side door and went straight back to his dorm.

He laid you down on the bed and you both instantly kicked off your shoes. You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as he climbed on top of you. He straddled your hips before leaning down to press his lips back to yours. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. You let your nails rake lightly down the back of his head as his tongue ran along the inside of your bottom lip.

He quickly untied the hoodie around your waist before his hands slid up underneath the thin fabric of your tank top, and despite the fact that his body was giving off so much heat, you found yourself getting goosebumps. You lifted your shoulders from the mattress, allowing him to pull your shirt off over your head. He tossed it to the side and you couldn’t help the giggle that came out of you as he did. There was a noticeable softness in his eyes as he looked down at you.

Unable to stop yourself, you reached and tugged at the hem of his shirt, making him smile as he shed it and tossed it aside with your own. You propped yourself up and lightly traced your fingers down the side of his face. He caught your hand with his own and pressed his lips against your palm. He kissed your knuckles before letting his lips slide down to your wrist. A jolt of fear went down your spine as your body tensed up. His eyes found their way to yours and he paused, trying to glean from your expression whether he should stop or keep pressing onward.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded for him to continue. His lips curled slightly into a smile before he pressed them back against your wrist. “There isn’t a single part of you that I won’t love,” the words fell from his lips so easily.

You felt yourself getting choked up and you couldn’t say anything in response. He dropped kisses all along the inside of your wrist and forearm, leaning closer and closer to you as he did. Each touch was caring, delicate, like he was trying to softly wash away years of bad memories. He let his fingers trail up your arm as his lips found their way to your neck and eventually back to your lips.

Every last bit of self control had left your body. You felt little tears stinging at your eyes as you realized that no one had ever taken their time with you like this before. You cupped his face in an attempt to keep his lips latched onto yours. After a few moments, though, he pulled away again. He took your other hand in his and started the whole process over again, just as slow and meticulous as he had been for your other arm.

When he was done, he laid kisses across your collarbone and chest, lips slowly starting to wander down your stomach. Without missing a beat he undid the button and zipper on your jeans. He repositioned himself for a moment so he could slide them off your legs. He kissed your hips, fingers treading lightly over the thin fabric of your underwear. His hands ran over your thighs, and he couldn’t help but to notice the scars there too—fewer and less severe, but still faint lines crossed over parts of the skin there. His lips painted over those as well.

His hands and lips covered every available piece of your skin, explored every reachable curve. And it was the most comfortable you’d ever felt with someone, despite the intensive intimacy of it all. He made his way back up to you, hand caressing the side of your face. You couldn’t do anything but smile and press your lips against his.

As your lips moved so perfectly together, you found your hands straying towards his belt. He smiled into your kiss as he quickly undid it, kicking off his pants right after. The warmth from his legs seeped into yours as he positioned himself between them. You felt his fingers maneuver around the waistband of your underwear before they traced along your skin, causing you to shiver and moan.

His lips latched onto your neck and you felt your back arch into his touch. He pressed a soft kiss just below your ear before asking, “Can I keep showing you how much I want you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you listened to the quiet reverence and desperation in his voice, but you managed to make yourself say yes. Within moments both your underwear and his found homes on the floor. He caught your lips with his as he slid into you, swallowing your soft moans.

His movements were slow, like he was trying to memorize every detail of what it was like to be with you like that. His hands roamed over your entire body as he thrust into you, desperate to be as close to you as he could possibly manage. Your nails raked lightly down his back and you felt him shiver at the touch.

Time faded away as the two of you remained laid up in his bed, bodies as tangled as the could manage to be. He lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His name fell from your lips repeatedly as his pace increased. The tension building in your body was almost too much to bear, your nails sinking into his shoulders as you fought to keep the slightest bit of composure.

He nipped lightly at your neck, “Let go for me,” it was a soft and almost pleading four words and you couldn’t help but to do as he asked, letting go and allowing your body a true flood of ecstasy. He wasn’t far behind you, soon carefully collapsing onto your chest.

Your nails absentmindedly trailed up and down his neck as you both laid and tried to catch your breath. He pressed featherlight kisses along your chest and collarbone, earning a smile out of you.

“You’re incredible,” he gazed up at you as he said it.

You chuckled, massaging small circles into his shoulders, “I think you’re pretty incredible too.”

Comfortable silence enveloped the two of you. Juice pressed his head to your chest, reveling in the steadiness of your heartbeat as his fingers danced along your arms and sides. The pads of his fingers leaving warmth in their wake.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” you asked, although you were fairly sure of the answer.

He lifted his head and looked up at you with a smile, “You can stay with me whenever you want.”

He shifted off of you and pulled you to him. The two of you were facing each other, foreheads pressed against one another’s. His breathing slowed and you took comfort in the feeling of his chest rising and falling as it was pressed against yours. As the two of you settled underneath the covers you couldn’t help but to feel as though the four walls of that little room had witnessed the start of a whole new chapter for both of you.

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