#something about getting to know eachother makes the time at the job feel like a gem

[prettyyangelll]

Saw you were asking for requests, and I am a sucker for Fred Weasley. Can we get a smut where reader is either a muggle or works at weasleys wizard wheezes. They don't really know each other that well at first, but they become friends. Start developing feelings, but feel conflicted about him being her boss. One day, they get drunk and smut follows? You can be creative as you want about that part. Love your work, btw. You're so awesome!

yesss ofcccc my pretty angel!! another long flic!! sorry it took so long, I wanted to make it perfect. I hope you all enjoy boss Freddie!!

Fire Whiskey | Boss!fredweasley x reader

summary: you needed a job desperately. so what other choice do you have? you work your close friend and you happen to be in love with his brother.

warning: p in v, clueless Fred, rough sex, drunk sex, breeding kink, cream pie

You knew the Weasley twins. Who didn’t? You went to school with them. You were more closer to George than Fred. You had graduated Hogwarts with really no plan at all. You assumed that life would take you where you needed to go and that’s why you stood right infront of ‘Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes’. You sighed as you walked in.

You didn’t really have a plan? Maybe beg for a job. Just to get yourself back on your feet. I mean like why would George Reject you? You guys had been good friends since first year. You even were eachother first kiss! And you had spent some time at The Burrow as well. You were a family friend.

“Look what the cat dragged in!” You heard someone call. You smiled as you turned around and saw George. You could always tell who was you because George was the only one that talked to you. Fred was always quiet but polite.

“Georgie!” You smiled as you practically ran over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged you tight. You guys always had a platonic relationship. You guys even tried and there was nothing there.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since the opening” George said with a smile as he leaned on one of the displays for a disappearing potion. The opening was maybe a year ago. You would have wanted to say you had been busy but the truth was far from that.

“Around? My mum hasn’t gotten pretty fed up with me just staying at home. So it’s time to get out there” You said with a big smile. Which was very much the case. She had been pestering you to get a job for months now. Now the cruel reality has caught up to you.

“Really? Miss L/n, has gotten fed up? She used to let me stay there during summer break when I was too drunk to go home” George said, you smiled at the memory. Your mum was always the more chill side. Her motto was “I rather you do it under my roof instead of under a bridge’. So you took that for granted. And your friends did as well.

“She still would. She asked about you actually. She has been meaning to come out and look at the store” You said as you looked around at the store. It was very much thriving. A lot of people came in and out.

“George! Can you stop socializing and help me!” You heard a voice say. You turned around and it was Fred. He looked a lot much older, he was still matching with George in the same suit. But Fred’s hair was a little more grown out and he looked a lot more mature.

“Freddie, don’t be rude. It’s Y/n! I should have an excuse to talk to my old friend” George said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. Behind him, was a line filled with of people trying to check out.

“Hi Fred” You said with a small smile and a tint of blush on your cheeks. You always had liked friend. Something about him not paying much mind to you really mad him more intriguing.

“Hi darling. I don’t mean to be rude. But George” Fred said as he winked at you and looked back at his twin brother. George rolled his eyes and sighed and went over to the counter and you had followed both of them.

“Actually! George, I was wondering. You guys look short staffed, maybe I could help. Get a job or something?” You asked as George started to check out the lady who was waiting. Fred and George both had given eachother a look and shrugged their shoulders.

“Why not? You actually would be a good help” George said with a smile as he finished up and the line was getting much smaller. You had smiled with probably all of your teeth showing.

“You start tomorrow. Be here by 7:30 in the morning.” Fred said with a smile. You felt your heart skip a beat. You wanted to kiss both of them. Which more added then George but you held back on that.

“Thank you! Thank you! You won’t regret it” You said with a smile as you turned and walked out. You had accidentally knocked over a shelf and a couple of tinker toys fell. “Sorry! You can take that out of my first pay check” you said as you felt your ears turn a slight shade of pink.

When you finally had left the store before you broke anything else on accident you almost wanted to curse yourself. You were normally awkward and kind of embarrassing but this was terrible. Especially infront of your new bosses.

“She’s something.” Fred said as he shook his head and laughed at you as you made your terrible exit. He has always knew you existed but you clung to George and he never really got to know you that well.

“You know she has been like madly in love with you since 3rd year?” George said as he looked at his brother. Fred who was completely obvious to any of that looked at him in shock.

“Really?” Fred asked as he kept his eyes trained on the door. He always thought you were pretty and had a crush on George that’s why you never got to know her. But when George started to date Katie Bell in 6th year he knew something was off.

“Yeah. You were too much of an idiot to even notice” George said as he rolled his eyes at his brother. Fred had crossed his arms over his chest by now and looked confused. Maybe it did make sense now.

That morning you had woken up ready to start your new day at work. You had came home in a very happy mood. Your mum even made cake for the special occasion. You had gotten ready and our us some jeans and sweater. You didn’t really have a dress code so you went what was weather appropriate. It was off the shoulder and you had kept your hair down.

“Goodbye sunshine!” Your mum said as you walked down the stairs and she had went and kissed your cheek numerous of times. “I made pancakes! Should I take a picture? It’s like your first day of Hogwarts all over again!” Your mom said as she had flicked her wand and grabbed the camera and took a picture without you even noticing.

“Okay thanks mom” You said as you sighed knowing that photo was going to be on the wall in the next couple of hours. You took a seat at the table and started to eat your pancakes. “You know you’re gonna miss me when you drive me out of the house with this new job.” You said as you took a bit of the pancake.

“You know, when you’re gone I get to have all the men over I want without having to hide them” You mom said and just as that the phone rang. You didn’t even feel like eating anymore at that.

Your mom had grown up with muggle parents so your house had more accommodations than most did. That’s why when your mom invited the Weasley’s over, Arthur would go crazy just picking up stuff and asking us what it did. You smiled as he had once asked you what a recliner did.

You had kissed your mom on the cheek before you went on your way to work. It didn’t take you long and once you walked into the store it wasn’t even open for the rest of the world yet. When you got in Fred was the only one there.

“Hello, love!” Fred said as he came over to you. In another suit that fit him a little to well. George was no where in sight which didn’t really surprise you.

“Hi, I hope I’m not too early” You said as you checked your watch and looked at the time. You just wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible.

“No you’re fine. George is in the back right now. You will be working the register and everything” Fred said as he started to walk over and showed you how everything worked. It looked pretty easy and you couldn’t really fuck this up. “You’ll do great. And one of us will be here to help” Fred said as he placed his hand on your back as you walked by.

The first day was pretty easy. It wand that hard and it was pretty interesting to see what most of people bought. It was scary to see how many woman did buy the love potion. Which made you ask a lot of question. Like when George walked by.

“How powerful is your love potion?” You asked as you leaned on the counter as George had walked by. He stopped walking and turned and looked at you.

“Why? You plan on using it on someone?” George asked as he joked and looked at you. You rolled your eyes and sat up straighter.

“No. Just 4 teenage girls have rolled in buying like a whole bunch” you said as you looked at the running out of stalk love potion.

“I mean it’s really only temporary.” George said as he shrugged his shoulders. “We haven’t heard any complaints though” George said as he walked away. You sighed and sat down on a spinning stool Fred had provided for you.

“Hi. You work here?” You turned around and saw Angelia. “Oh, Y/n! I didn’t recognize you!” She said as she smiled. You wanted to blow your brains out. You hated her. She was always so mean and gave you back handed compliments. “You must have lost some weight. It’s working for you.” She said with a fake smile.

“Thanks” You said as you gave her a tight smile. “Is there something you need?” You asked wanting her to get out of your face.

“Yeah. Be a dear and tell me where Freddie is” She said with a smile. She had been in love with Fred since like 2nd year. It was kinda scary. She was possessive even though they never dated.

“Yeah, somewhere in the back. I can go get him for you” You said as you tried to get up before she put a hand up to stop you.

“No, just tell me” She said as she still had the fake smile on her face. You knew she was about to flip anytime soon. You sighed and looked around.

“I’m pretty sure customers aren’t allowed to go back there so-“You tried to say before you were cut off.

“Im not just any costumer. So tell me where he is” Angelia said as her nice act was completely gone. You sighed and even through you tried you weren’t even in the mood to listen to her anymore.

“Back there” you said as you pointed behind you. She didn’t even bother to say thank you as she walked behind the counter. You had turned around and watched her go. You turned around and continued to check out more customer.

“Angelia not right now” You heard Fred said as he walked bast the check out. Angelia who was right on his heal work not give up on him. You mouthed a sorry as he looked at you and gave you tried smile.

“But Fred! You never make time for me anymore” Angelia practically whined. You rolled your eyes as you messed with a bobble head of Dumbledore on the desk.

“Look, I’ll come see you after work” Fred said as he turned around and faced her. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek before leaving. You felt your stomach turn in a slight way. A familiar feeling of jealously. Buy you quickly brushed it off.

“Sorry about that. I tried to get her to stop” You said as he put both hands on the counter. He come up to you and sighed.

“It’s not your fault” Fred said as he sighed. “We aren’t even dating she just won’t leave me alone.” Fred said as he shook his head.

“She’s always been like that” You said as you sat back down on the stool. You had been sitting there all day and closing was almost in a hour.

“Tell me about it. See you tomorrow?” He asked, there was a look of almost a hopeful look in his eye. Like please? You nodded your head and smiled.

“Definitely” You said, you saw him smile and walk away.

Over the next month you had really gotten the hang of things. You were able to help stock and help with customers. You didn’t mind it really. Fred started to buy you lunch everyday which made everything much better. But things changed.

“You guys got close?” George said as he was heading towards the door. You had never closed before and this would be the first time.

“Yeah, just don’t get her pregnant. Mom would kill you” Fred joked as he watched his twin head towards the door. You couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“No promises!” George said as he headed out the door. He had a one year anniversary date with Katie today. You always liked Katie. She was sweet and you guys had shared a dorm together through Hogwarts anyway.

“I just need you to help me carry some boxes in the back” Fred said. You had finished counting up the money and had to in a bag for Fred to carry upstairs. They were able to live upstairs on top of the store.

“Okay” You said as you followed Fred into the back. The back was filled with boxes of supplies, two cauldron, a desk filled wijt books and notes. There were boxes in the back that needed to get unpacked for tomorrow.

It was quiet as the both of you worked. You were both tried and quickly finished because no one wanted to stay to late. It was nice being in his presence. He didn’t force conversation and you bring moved in almost sync. Until you accidentally had dropped a rubber duck and when you turned around Fred was right infront of you.

Your faces close together, nose touching, you looked into each other’s eyes no one moving away, your breath hitched as you looked up at him. You still had the rubber ducky in your hands, and you were holding onto it with a tight grip you, you have never been this close to him before.

You smelled his cologne, a mix of firewood and cinnamon. The smell filled your nostrils and it made you almost relax. You didn’t expect him to move towards you in your lips had both touched. His lips were soft and inviting you had dropped the rubber ducky and put your hands to his face as his hands whee your hips. 

You pulled away quickly, what were you doing? He was your boss and you both had barely known each other. Of course I’ve known him for forever and we’re so madly in love with him, but did he feel the same?

“Sorry…I didn’t mean too” Fred scrambled as he put his hands over his face. You couldn’t tell if you regretted it or not if you did regret it you would feel terrible and probably wouldn’t even want to show for the next few days. Was it your fault for pulling away so fast?

“No, no, no, no. It’s okay…I mean yeah I liked it…but I don’t know. I think I’m just gonna go” You said quickly as you hurried out of the back. You wanted to leave as soon as possible before you made a full out of yourself. 

The next day you reluctantly had gotten up and went to work. When you got there, Fred wasn’t there and you felt a little better. You had listened to George talk about how great his night went with Katie and smiled when he cracked, but you tried to hide it, much still embarrassed of last night .

You had wondered if Fred told George. You knew they told each other everything and you wondered what Fred had said. Was it a mistake? Did he mean to? Thinking about it too hard made your stomach turn. You just wanted to get over with.

Fred had came in and smiled at you like nothing had happened. You almost had hoped he would’ve said something or even made it awkward. Just him acting like nothing had happened made it almost hurt just as much as him being awkward about it.

Maybe he forgot about the kiss? But how could anyone forget about a kiss? Especially with your own employee. The day went by slow and you didn’t even bother to pick your head up when Fred had walked past and things were like this for a couple more months.

Looking at him and watching him laugh made you love him even more. You had been in love with him ever since you were 13 and nothing was going to change that. 13 your oldie would’ve freaked if she would’ve found out that you kissed Fred, but in the circumstances, it made your dreams feel way better than reality.

One night in particular, George had left to go spend the night at Katie’s house. You were finishing up bagging the money when you turned around and sell Fred standing behind you you smiled at him like normal and gave him the bag and turned to leave before he had said something.

“Do you want to maybe go upstairs and talk about everything?” He asked you. He seemed almost as nervous, and you could tell that the kiss had really been on his mind recently. Like almost eating him up inside like it was doing to you. You had nodded your head before words have even formed.

“Yes. I would love too” You had said with a reassuring smile he smiled, and he followed him upstairs. You had never been upstairs before because there was really no point.

The house was decent when he walked in the first thing you saw was a kitchen, and then it led into the living room with the fireplace. You assume down the hall would be the bedrooms, the bathroom or anything else like that. Fred had set his stuff down on the kitchen table and turned and looked at you.

“Do you want something to drink? I have fire whiskey or wine? Or even water?” Fred asked, you weren’t really the drinker type, but knowing you had to go through this conversation, you wouldn’t have minded a bit of fire whiskey.

“I’ll take fire whiskey” You said with a smile. You had been standing there awkwardly waiting for Fred to tell you what to do. This wasn’t your house and you have never been here before, so you didn’t even bother to make any move.

“Sit, we can go on the couch if you like” Fred said as he started to pour glasses and pointed to the couch, you had nodded your head and followed him along to the couch.

You had both sit there on the couch and silence. It was awkward as you slowly took sips of more fire whiskey. It burned your throat, but it made your stomach feel warm and you needed to feel something. You knew this conversation could only go two ways and you were dreading for what was going to happen next.

“The kiss-“

“I didn’t mean to-“

You had both looked at each other and laughed. It wasn’t so bad as you thought it was going to be the fire whiskey was definitely helping this conversation as you took another sip.

“Okay let me start. I kissed you because George had told me that you had a crush on me. And I was being stupid.” Fred said, you felt your cheeks grow pink at the thought of George telling him your biggest secret.

“He’s not wrong.” You mumbled as you took another sip. “Do you mind if I have more?” You asked as you grabbed the bottle.

“Be my guest” Fred said as he watched you fill up your glass and took another sip before looking at you. You turned your body to face him and still had the glass in your hand holding it as it was the only thing keeping you from having a panic attack.

“I have liked your ever since I was 13. Maybe even love you. But I never did anything because I had no idea you knew I existed and I didn’t mean to pull away from so fast. I just thought you were going to regret it” You said as you rambled on the fire whiskey, definitely helping you get this conversation out.

“Y/n, I always knew you existed. I just thought you had a huge crush on George and I didn’t want to get in the way of that. I thought you were the most prettiest girl in the world” Fred said with a smile as he leaned back on the couch. You were in full shock you didn’t expect that coming.

“Are you serious?” You asked him and he nodded his head. Yes you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. This was finally happening, and you have been waiting for this for your whole entire life.

You guys spent the rest of the night, laughing and drinking more until you were both obviously drunk out of your mind, but it didn’t matter because you were sharing old stories about each other when you first liked each other and how you both developed feelings for one another.

“I put the note in your textbook and you thought it was Angelia and were it away. I cried for months” You said as you leaned over and laughed. You were on the verge of tears. You both were obviously drunk and sharing old stories.

“I really did! She was like crazy!” Fred said with a laugh as his hand touched your knee. You liked this, fuck you may of even loved it. You both were practically on top of eachother by now.

You set your drink down and looked at him. You didn’t even give him a second before you pulled yourself on top of him and sat on his lap. He smiled and put his hands on your waist and you lean down and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was desperate and full of lust and hunger.

The alcohol was giving you a lot more confidence than you thought you had and you weren’t arguing. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pulled away and started to trail kisses down his neck. He let out a soft moan as you rolled your hips down onto him.

“Are you sure you want…to do this?” Fred ask as he tried to stay focused, but you rolling your hips downwards at a constant pace, made his head, all fuzzy. 

“Yes” You breathe out as you continued to kiss him on his neck. You felt yourself get wetter as you continue to grind on him. You wanted him right here right now and you didn’t care if Georgia was going to walk in or not.

“Your wish is my command, love” Fred said as he flipped you over to where you were laying on your back on the couch Fred kiss you with hunger and passion as his hands moved all over your body exploring every inch. He broke the kiss and started to kiss and suck all over your neck, leaving hickeys and bruises.

“Fred I need you know” You moaned as the alcohol was taking you over and you were being more confident than you ever have before he smiled and gave you one wink before he pulled off his shirt. You knew he played Quidditch and often watched his games, but you didn’t know he was still that jacked.

His muscles were big and you could tell because most of the time they were practically popping out of the suits war, you smiled as you moved your hands over his arms and up to his neck to pull him in closer to kiss you again.

you sat up and pulled off your shirt and attempted to pull off your pants but you couldn’t help from struggling a little bit Fred smiled, and he helped you pull down your jeans. You were only left with panties in a bra and you never felt more needier in your whole entire life. You have been dreaming about this moment and now you were going to take advantage of it.

Fred had helped you unclip your bra and he stared down at your bear chest. He smiled before he went in and groped your chest while placing kisses all over your draw and all the way to your neck moaned down, pure pleasure as you let him take the lead.

Your hands pulled on his pants as you struggled to help him take them off. Fred was able to pull down his pants and he was left with only in his boxers. You could see his cock pulsing out of his boxers. You had heard stories about in school how he was always packing, but you never knew he was that big. You have had sex before of course but you weren’t used to something that big and you knew it was going to be a stretch. 

He hovered over you looking around to try and find a condom in. You grabbed his hand and shook your head no. You weren’t on any kind of birth control but you didn’t care right now you wanted him and you needed him and you needed to feel him completely.

“No. Don’t use one” You said, practically pleading with him. You needed to feel him inside of your Cunt raw. You needed him to fuck you raw so you could feel all of him all at once without a stupid piece of rubber blocking you.

“Are you on the pill?” He asked you as he looked down at you. Of course you both knew the precautions of to have safe sex, but you didn’t care. You kind of wanted him to get you pregnant in the moment and you knew you’d probably regret it later.

“No. But I want you to cum in me. Please Freddie, fuck me raw”you wine as you made sure to look up at him with those big sweet eyes you knew that was gonna make him fold instantly he looked down at you and smiled.

“Your gonna be the death of me darling” Fred said as he went down and kissed you once again as he slipped your panties off, he pulled his boxers down, and he aligned himself with your entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked you as he looked up at you, waiting for permission, not your head and he slowly entered himself in you. You hissed out in pain from feeling such a big stretch inside of your tight little hole.

When he was fully in he gave you time to bottom out. You swore you felt him in your stomach, and you have never felt that good before in your whole entire life. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you welcomed him into your tight, gummy walls with ease.

“You ready sweetheart?” He asked you, his voice sounded like honey, and it made you want to cum instantly. Nodded your head and he slowly started to thrust into you at a simple, nice pace you wrapped your arms around his waist as you pulled him into you closer, his lips found your neck again and began to leave more hickeys.

You couldn’t believe yourself you were drunk and you were getting fucked by Fred Measley on his couch. At any minute, Georgia could walk in and see this site and it made you want it even more. The thought of someone coming in and interrupting such an intimate moment, made you wetter at the thought. The only sounds were heard was Fred tiny moans your loud whines in the sound of your wet Cunt getting destroyed by his big cock. 

“Fuck baby, this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in” Fred said as he shut his eyes and contuined to destroy you at a brutal pace. You clenched around him even harder you felt him all the way in your guts.

“Feel so good!” You whined as you ran your nails up and down his back probably going to leave scratches tomorrow, but you didn’t care you wanted to mark him up to own him to show everyone that he was yours.

“Imma fuck this pussy so good baby, that your never gonna wanna fuck another guy again. Gonna make you cum so good that your never gonna cum for another man ever again” Fred said as he greeted his teeth as he continued assault your cunt.

“Yes fuck me, just like that” you moaned as he hit your G spot he continued to sort you at that brutal place as he moved his thumb to rub figure 8 on your clit. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you clenched around his cock. “Fuck gonna cum!” You whined as you grabbed onto his side of his face and pulled him closer into you. You felt yourself getting closer and closer and closer.

“Yeah baby? Cum for me” Fred said, and just with that you felt yourself let go and make a mess all over his cock that didn’t stop him. He continue to thrust into you as his thrust got sloppy and sloppier as he was reaching his own climax. “Fuck baby, gonna breed this pussy so good” Fred said as he groaned in your ear. 

“Please, cum in me!” You whimpered as you looked up at him he wanted nothing more to have his hot seed inside of your gummy walls, taking him all in.

“Fuck, I’m cumming baby” Fred said you could feel as warm come spilling inside of your tight hole. He collapsed on top of you as he kissed the side of your head and whispered into your ear. “That was amazing” you smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Fuck yeah” 

[maxdibert]

Gosh you always advocate for Snape and Peter and that its understandelbel that they joined Voldemort but it is not ok for Lily to marry her boyfriend and get preagnant.

Like girl Lily had also no Option, there was a fucking war , she had no chance to get any higher education in the wizard World, she had no chance to get a Job. Getting married to James was the safes Option, they loved eachother and he had money. They both joined the order to get rid of Voldemort and to have a future together.

Their is like zero evidence in the books that Lily planned to be Molly 2.0, she is bascilly the og Hermione. Who gets a sucesfull carrea and has Kids if you remeber.

“You always advocate for Snape and Peter.”

When have I ever advocated for Peter? I never talk about Peter. I think one of the very few times I’ve ever even mentioned him on this blog was yesterday.

“It’s understandable that they joined Voldemort.”

When did I say yesterday that I found it understandable for Peter to join Voldemort? What I said is that Peter had a hunger for power and wanted to feel superior to others, that’s why he latched onto James and Sirius. That, and because he had a strong violent streak. But with them, he couldn’t sublimate that desire for violence, and the moment he saw that he could with the Death Eaters, and could also feel more recognized there, he switched sides.

At what point does explaining why I think a character did something automatically mean I’m on their side or defending them? I’m neither a fan of Pettigrew nor do I feel any sympathy for the character, I simply explain what I think makes sense given his backstory. Since when does calling someone a power-hungry, violence-prone sociopath count as advocating for them or justifying them? Reading isn’t just putting letters together; it’s also about understanding the meaning of the sentences, and I think you’re a bit lacking in that department.

“It is not OK for Lily to marry her boyfriend and get pregnant.”

No, what I find wrong is hooking up and marrying a bully you’ve spent years watching abuse his power to torment others. I don’t find that ethical, especially if you’re going to go around giving moral lessons to others about right and wrong. If Lily weren’t such a self-righteous moralist, I wouldn’t care. But since she does act like the embodiment of goodness while whitewashing an abuser, then yes, I think she’s a hypocrite.

I don’t have a problem with her marrying her boyfriend or getting pregnant, what I do have a problem with is how the story normalizes teenage marriage and having children before doing anything with your life. It sends a deeply conservative, awful message, especially in a children’s book.

“Like girl, Lily had no option, there was a fucking war.”

There’s always the option of NOT BRINGING CHILDREN INTO A WARZONE FULL OF VIOLENCE. Ever thought of that? Just saying.

“She had no chance to get any higher education in the wizarding world, she had no chance to get a job.”

First of all, that’s false. During the First Wizarding War, Voldemort didn’t take over the Ministry, so there were no anti–muggle-born policies in place. She could have continued her education and gotten a job.

Second, even if she hadn’t been able to do that, her parents were still alive so she could’ve gone back to the Muggle world and used her magic to get a decent job and build a comfortable life there.

She had plenty of options. Whether she liked them or not is another matter, maybe she just didn’t want to work, who knows 😂

“There is like zero evidence in the books that Lily planned to be Molly 2.0, she’s basically the OG Hermione.”

The books never say that Lily was anything like Hermione. Hermione is a bookworm who always has her head in textbooks and struggles to socialize normally with other girls and boys her age, she’s socially awkward. Lily is said to be a good student, yes, but never described as obsessive about school, and she was clearly popular, something Hermione never was. Hermione waits until she has a solid career before becoming a mother. Lily gets married as a teenager and has a kid before turning twenty.

Hermione and Lily have nothing in common besides being both muggleborns and there’s nothing in the books that indicates they do. Try reading the actual books instead of fanfics.

[kitysugar]

pretty best friend ~ park sunghoon x reader

inspired by this request ! ౨ৎ ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ in which sunghoon helps his cute, innocent little best friend out after she asks for some.... advice. and despite knowing that he's a player - you had feelings for him anyways.. but little did you know he feels the same way.

word count ; 4.7k

best friend! player! sunghoon x nerd! reader , friends to lovers , blowjob , oral , fingering , hand job , very slight hints at ; corruption ; manipulation . curious reader , size kink , mutual feelings , HEAD PUSHER HOON YES YES YES , cum eating , not proof read

"sungie" you squeal , the feeling of sunghoons fingers squeezing your waist results in a loud laugh to sound from the back of your throat. sunghoons deep, raspy chuckles make a deep heat pool in the pit of your stomach , a guilty feeling lingering on your conscience for thinking of him in the ways you do. the way his hands feel on your skin makes you feel light headed - whether it be from the tickling, or the fact that he was touching you at all - the answer was unknown , and quite frankly; you didn't care enough to know.

as you lay beneath him, your legs attempt to kick his body away from yours - your hands find their way to his broad shoulders in order to push him back. but as you lay under him squealing his name - everything around you begins to feel rapidly hot , and sunghoon feels the exact same way.

the way his big hands swallow the entirety of your waist , your little legs desperately fighting against him, and the way his name spills past your lips.

all he wants to do is kiss them to shut you up, fuck you raw right there, make you scream his name, begging for him to grant you release.

suddenly, the memory of different girls begins to flash through his mind ; all the different times he's had multiple women screeching his name , begging him to fuck them faster - harder . but as of right now, the only woman he can truly adore to the fullest extent was already writhing underneath him.... but not in the ways he wants.

sunghoon comes back to his senses once he hears you whisperly call his name, a perfect little string of music that flows right into his ears that snaps him out of his lustful daze.

"s-sungie...?" you question, your round, doe eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes. sunghoon can feel himself tighten in his jeans, making him uncomfortable.

"how many girls have you had under you like this..." the question slips from your lips without consciousness , making you instantly shut your mouth , regret beginning to pool in your mind.

sunghoons face instantly changes , his eyes holding the utmost sincerity... sadness at the mention of the other women.

"... 'm sorry.." you whisper, your eyes darting away from him in order to look at something - anything else but him. sunghoon sighs and sits up, you following in pursuit. the two of you awkwardly sit next to eachother, the silence lingering in the air above you.

sunghoon chuckles before speaking, making you look at him in confusion.

"well, if im honest... too many to count really. i don't remember a good handful of them.." he smirks slightly at you, making a deep blush rise to your cheeks.

"so... you're experienced??" you question, making sunghoon tongue the inside of his cheek. he stretches one arm around you in order to rest on the couch, his legs spreading apart... inviting.

"yeah, i guess you can say i am... now; how about we get back to studying... you have a test coming up, dont you?" you respond with a head nod, making the man next to you grab a textbook from off the coffee table and handing it to you.

your glasses are perched on the tip of your nose , so you push them up.

you were a freshman in college, and the transition from highschool to university life was definitely kicking your ass. of course, you had always been keen to school life; you enjoyed it really. you loved learning new things and carrying around cute school supplies, it made you feel good about yourself whenever you learned something new... made you feel smart... so you kept going on with your love for learning into your early college years.

sunghoon, on the otherhand, was a couple years older than you; a senior in college. although he a couple years older, that didn't stop the two of you from being inseparable from an early age.

around an hour later, you hear sunghoon groan from the other side of the couch, pushing his glasses up and over his head.

"i'm not understanding, y/n... why on earth would you major in something so difficult... i don't even understand this and i've been in college longer than you have.” his messy hair being pushed back makes him look ten times more attractive.

"i dunno... i guess i just wanted a challenge." you shrug your shoulders, making the man across from you deadpan.

"whatever, lets just take a break and come back to it in a bit" he says, grabbing the book and pen from out of your hands and setting them back down on the coffee table. as sunghoon reaches over, you take note of his appearance; rolled up sleeves that stop right above his elbow, disheveled hair, tired eyes, and full lips.

as sunghoon turns to you, a deep shade of pink arises on your cheeks. you look away from him, trying not to seem awkward.

"so, y/n.. tell me; have you had sex yet?" you nearly scream at his words, choking on your own spit as soon as they leave his mouth. you turn and face him ominously, your face completely red and your eyes as wide as the moon.

"what on earth... why are you asking me this?" you squeal, hitting his bicep. sunghoon chuckles at your flustered state, his heart swelling in his chest at your actions.

"i'm just asking, come on you're in college... you had to have lost your v-card by now" he taunts, but quickly loses all sort of amusement laced in his expression once you turn to face your lap, playing with your fingers.

"well... there is this guy i like... but we havent done anything yet. im too scared. i dont know what im doing..." you look up into his eyes through your eyelashes, not turning your head to face him. sunghoon leans back into the cushions of the couch, spreading his arms to dangle on both sides of the back of the piece of furniture. sunghoon raises his eyebrows, urging you to continue.

"i- i was.. uhm... wondering if-- i don't know... you could possibly teach me..?" your voice was small... but sunghoon heard it as clear as day. now it was his turn to choke on his spit, completely flustered by your question.

he quickly gets his act together, smirking at your shy demeanor. you feel helpless under his gaze, quickly regretting your question.

"you don't have to, it was a dumb question im sor-"

"what would you like me to teach you, love?" he asks, his eyes never leaving your smaller figure. you raise your head completely, your hands still fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. you ponder for a moment, debating on how to answer his question before speaking once more.

"i want... i want to know how to suck.. uhm,, god this is so dumb.." you sadly chuckle to yourself with a shake of your head, breaking eye contact. sunghoon eyes you for a moment, instantly knowing what you wish to know.

"you wanna know how to suck cock?" you nod your head slowly, stunned at his straightforwardness. sunghoon eyes you for a moment more before lifting one of his hands up, motioning with his index finger for you to come to him; so you do.

"come here" your feet patter on the cool hardwood floor, stopping to stand in front of sunghoons spread legs. the man chuckles from below you, his hands coming in contact with the back of your thighs right below your ass.

"are you sure you wanna do this" you instantly nod your head without a second thought, wanting nothing more than for sunghoon to teach you how to pleasure a man,,,

the very one who sits before you , actually

at your words, he instantly brings you to sit on his lap, your knees meeting with the plush cushioning of the couch on either side of his hips. your face is mere centimeters away from his, your breaths fanning one another’s face.

"first... you don't want to just jump straight into it. both men and women need some sort of foreplay.. and the easiest version of that is kissing; a makeout session really." the two of you stare at eachother for a moment, one of sunghoons hands comes up to push a stray hair away from your face and behind your ear. your heart is beating out of your chest, your head feeling light and he hasnt even touched you yet.

"can i kiss you?" sunghoon asks, which makes your stomach erupt in butterflies. you shakingly exhale before nodding your head without saying anything. the man above you looks down at your lips before trailing them back up towards your wide eyes - eyeballing you shamelessly.

sunghoon slowly brings your lips to his own, the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen deepening significantly the moment his mouth collides with yours softly. your lips are full and glossy, but is quickly smeared thanks to sunghoon.

after a long second, the two of you pull away to breathe... looking at eachother fully, longingly. the tension in the room as thick as ice is quickly cut, sunghoons hand cupping your cheek brings your face down frantically - your guys' lips meeting eachother once more... but this time its much different.

you feel both of his hands move to the slope of your waist, pulling you into him further - your back arching and your body curling into his front.

your hands slide up from his shoulders in order to wrap around his neck, your fingers lacing in with his dark hair. your breasts press up against his chest, and your lips move perfectly in sync with his.

the sounds of your heavy breathing fill the room along with sloppy lip smacking, but neither of you complain. sunghoons hands move your hips down onto his lap, the bulge quickly tightening in his jeans. you gasp when you feel his hardening length press right up against your clothed pussy, your fingers tightening in his hair cause him to groan into the cavern of your wet mouth.

you shiver under his touch, his fingers feather light as you curl into him deeper. every inch of your body yerns for the man above you, making a whimper escape your lips.

the kiss quickly deescalates as you pull away from sunghoons lips in order for air - but not before he pecks your lips a couple times. he leans back into the couch, the two of you exchanging aching, yearnful glances. your heavy breathing matches his - your chests' rising and falling in unison.

"sunghoon..." your eyes are half lidded as you speak, and it begins to drive sunghoon up the wall. he admires the adorable look on your face , everything about you is perfect and it frustrates him beyond belief. although he is experienced, he feels like a teenage boy having his first makeout session.

"yeah baby?" he calls out to you breathlessly, making your pussy clench. you dont break eye contact as you speak, making a shiver run up sunghoons spine.

"can i suck your cock... please..?" you ask nicely, in an almost pleading tone. it takes every ounce of restraint in order to stop himself from bending you over the couch and stuffing you full of his cum, fucking it deeper and deeper inside you - permanently marking you as his.

his woman.

"of course you can doll, go right ahead" he leans further back into the couch, getting a full view of you perched cutely in his lap - your skirt riding up your thighs and your zip-up hoodie falling off one of your shoulders.

you slowly get off the mans lap, a prominent bulge showing in his jeans. your mouth waters at the sight, excitement flowing through your veins. as you sink to your knees, you maintain eyecontact with the man above you, your pussy clenching around nothing at his lustful gaze.

your hands work at his zipper, pulling his pants down past his ankles. the tent in his boxers grows exponentially bigger, and you can tell that he's fucking huge. you stop to stare at him, eyeballing the outline of his dick through his underwear.

on instinct, you reach a hand out in order to palm him through the flimsy fabric of his boxers - making sunghoon hiss from above you. your eyes don't look away from his length, not for a second as you jerk him off slightly. a prominent wet patch begins to form on the light color of his underwear, making a gasp leave your lips.

"did i... did i make you.. already..?" you gawk up at him, making a laugh bubble up from his chest. you tilt your head to the side in question, and sunghoon finds it so fucking adorable at the realization of how innocent you actually are.

"no baby... thats just precum, you really don't know anything huh? how can you be so smart yet naive at the same time?" he taunts jokingly, mimicking your actions and tilting his head to the side.

you deadpan at the man, an unentertained look spreading across your face. without looking away, you bring your fingers to the tip of his dick, wrapping your hands around his head and squeezing slightly, making more precum stain his boxers.

sunghoon hisses, letting out a string of loud curses at your actions. you smile to yourself slightly, finding it funny just how fast you can make him fall apart in your hands.

you gasp at the feeling of one of his hands in your hair, yanking your head back slightly in order to make your eyes meet with his. every ounce of playfulness leaves your body as the older man stares into your eyes , a threatening look lingering written on his face

"don't be a brat. understand?" you pout your lips, but nod your head anyways. sunghoon leans down in order to kiss the tip of your nose before letting you go gently.

"good girl" he compliments, making your cheeks flush for the nth time that evening. your hands reach up to the waistline of his boxers, slowly pulling them down his legs and past his ankles. sunghoons pretty cock springs free, shooting up to slap his abdomen, his bulbous tip hitting right at his belly button.

fat, pearly drops of precum leak from his tip and down his shaft, making your eyes widen. you were right; he is huge. you gawk at the length, making his ego swell.

"never seen a dick before, huh?" you shake your head no, at least not in person.. one of your hands reaching up in order to softly grab the base of his cock in your hands. sunghoon observes your actions intently, his eyes burning holes into your skull. your hand lightly wraps around his cock, squeezing his length slightly. it takes you a moment; but you begin to pump him. you watch as more pearly beads of precum leak out of his tip, finding the sight mesmerizing.

after pumping his dick for a little bit, you bring your lips closer to the tip of his shaft, sticking your tongue out slightly in order to kitten lick the slit of his head.

sunghoon has had his dick sucked many times before... but with the way you keep looking up at him through his eyelashes - searching for any sort of validation that you're doing a good job is making him feel like a virgin again.

only you could have this sort of effect on him. he could just about reach down his throat and rip his heart out and give it to you on a silver platter.

you kitten lick his tip over and over - getting used to the salty taste of his warm seed before you take the head of his dick into your mouth completely. the warmth that your velvety, wet mouth provides makes him shudder under your gaze, his eyes rolling back into his skull ever so slightly. you attempt to take his cock deeper into your mouth, but the odd taste of his salty precum makes you gag around his length - you quickly pull off of him and cough , not used to the feeling of him being in your throat in the slightest.

sunghoon finds your actions cute - his ego expanding ever so slightly.

"god... its so- its so much.." you say in heavy breaths, trying to compose yourself. sunghoon looks down at you, his eyes holding admiration.

"its okay baby, take your time okay? this is normal. you've never sucked anybody off before. its alright, go nice and slow.." his voice trails off as you take his head back into your mouth, attempting to get used to his taste even more. you hollow your cheeks, your tongue swirling around his tip as you begin to bob your head up and down slightly - almost as if you were sucking on the tip of a lolipop.

every time you pull yourself off of his dick, your tongue runs over the slit of his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue. you look up at sunghoon - your doe eyes making direct eye contact with his as you lick down his entire length, running your tongue down the underside of his cock.

"fuck just like that.." he moans at the feeling of your tongue and the sinful sight of your eyes and actions - he feels like he could bust right then and there all over your face and he would enjoy it to the fullest.

"s-so fucking good... good girl" you're making it hard to believe you've never done this, but it's the truth. you take his tip into your mouth once more, your head moving up and down as you begin to suck him off again. one of your hands moves towards the base of his dick, gripping it in your hand as you begin to jerk off the remaining length you haven't fit into your mouth yet.

you hear another moan sound from just above you, making your confidence sky rocket. your hand and mouth move around him, the combined slick of your saliva and his precum making the perfect lubricant in order to have him shaking in your hold.

"god fucking... fuck. just like that... doin' such a good job.." at the sound of his praise, you start to take his length deeper down your throat, your eyes watering at the weird feeling. you breathe in deeply through your nose, adjusting to the newfound feeling. you swallow around him, making sunghoon buck his hips into your face on accident. you gag around him, but decide to continue on. your head bobs faster up and down sunghoons cock, your hand that was previously jerking him off coming down to grip his balls in your hands - fondling and playing with them.

"oh my fucking god, takin' my cock so well.." he praises. the dampness in your eyes falls freely down your warm, flushed cheeks but you could care less. as you breathe in through your nose, you swallow around him again, making sure to keep your cheeks hollowed while your tongue runs along the vein that trails down on the underside of his cock.

one of sunghoons hands comes down to wrap itself in your hair, his fingers tugging on your colored locks. at first, he just keeps his hand in your hair - but as you keep using your pretty little mouth in all the ways that you do ; he begins to push your head up and down .

a hum leaves your throat, which in turn sends vibrations throughout sunghoons entire body.

"s-shit-" he curses, the grip in your hair tightening significantly before he forces you to take his dick deeper, his bulbous tip hitting the back of your throat. you attempt to cough around his length, your nose coming down to press snugly against his pelvis.

you swallow around him again, more tears escaping your eyes as you try your best not to disappoint him. sunghoon just about falls apart from under you; his hips sputtering against your face in a sloppy grinding rhythm that has you gripping his thighs to ground yourself.

after a moment, sunghoon loosens his hold on you, letting you come up for air.

but the way you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock takes him by surprise.

"s-so warm.. god you're perfect" your mouth comes up to suck on his tip once more, and before you can even look up to see his reaction - you feel his cock twitch in your mouth

"im- im gonna cum fuck... where do you want me baby?" you've heard of girls swallowing their boyfriends cum before, so it cant be so bad right? you keep your glossy lips wrapped around his tip as you suck down a little rougher, your hand coming down to play with his balls once more. you hear a raspy 'fuck' before you feel his salty, warm cum shoot into your mouth.

you instantly regret your decision, the taste being unfamiliar and weird has you gagging and shaking your head - but your ego tells you to continue, so you do.

you take his load into your mouth before detaching from his head, his dick beginning to soften ever so slightly. sunghoon looks down at you before he raises his hand to grab your face lightly inbetween his fingers. your lips part slightly, making a couple drops of his cum drip down your chin.

"god you're perfect... you wanna spit it out love?" you ponder for a second, but ultimately decide on swallowing his load. your face contorts into a sour expression, showing your distaste. sunghoon coos at you, a soft laugh sounding from his mouth.

"you're so fucking adorable, you didn't have to swallow sweetheart..." he pouts, making you smile slightly.

"i wanted to, i thought that was normal..... it tasted- weird." you giggle, and sunghoon leans down to kiss your forehead as he cups your cheek.

"now... how about i show you something else too, huh?" you shoot him a questioning look before he lifts you up onto the cough, laying you down so your back is flush against the cushions of the couch. you look up at sunghoon and wrap your arms around his shoulders before he leans down to kiss you, taking your lips in his.

you feel his hands sneak down to your waist, pinning your body down against the couch. his lips move in a steady, perfect rhythm with his that has you quietly whimpering into his mouth. the man detaches from your lips only to start trailing wet kisses down the skin of your neck.

your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of him sucking deep purple hickeys into your skin, desperate moans filling the air around you.

"s-sung..." he hums at the sound of his name leaving your lips, acknowledging you quietly. the man then trails his kisses down your body tauntingly slow before he reaches the waistband of your little skirt.

sunghoon looks up at you through his eyebrows before kissing your pelvis bone through the fabric of your skirt. your chest heaves up and down in short, frantic breaths once you feel his cold hands slide up the sides of your thighs , trailing them upwards and under your skirt.

"can i take this off?" you rapidly blink, questioning his motives.

"hoon... w-wait i thought... you were- i thought..." he cocks his eyebrows up, making your wetness pool in your panties.

"will you let me show you what it feels like to have your pussy ate, my love? want hoonie to make you feel good?" you ponder for a second, hesitating on the thought.

"what if.. what if i taste bad or i can't finish,,, or-"

"baby, i don't care. let me taste this pretty pussy, yeah? wanna let sungie fuck you with his tongue? split you apart?" you whimper at his vulgar words, your eyes fluttering closed while you shake your head yes.

at the confirmation, he slides the fabric of your skirt down and passed your ankles, throwing it down on the ground to be forgotten. sunghoon refocuses his attention to the prominent wet patch littering the pink lacy underwear.

"god, you're so wet already and i haven't even touched you" he teases you through half lidded eyes, the cold pad of his finger coming in contact with your clothed clit. you whine at his actions, the butterflies in your stomach making your head cloud over with nothing but the dirty, vile thoughts of everything you want sunghoon to do to you.

the way he gently starts to massage shapes into your bundle of nerves has you quietly speaking his name, your hands coming down to bunch his hair inbetween your fingers.

sunghoon pushes your panties to the side, his fingers slipping through your wet folds. a hiss sounds from just below your hips, the feeling of your slick dripping through his fingers is indescribable.

"such a pretty pussy" he eyeballs you, making you feel shy underneath his lingering gaze.

your clit twitches repeatedly thanks to the gentle friction he creates, your back arching off the couch in order to help your hips grind into his hand.

after a moment, you feel sunghoon plunge a long finger into your pussy, your mouth slacking open in a perfect O shape as moans and whimpers dance off your tongue in a beautiful chant, all for sunghoon and sunghoon alone.

"how does it feel, angel face?" his breath fans your pussy as he speaks, and all coherent thoughts fall out of your brain as quickly as they come.

"s-s' good,,- feels s' good please" you squeak, your thighs spreading apart even further to grant him more access.

"so tight, perfect little virgin pussy all spread out just for me" his free hand comes down to peel your panties further to the side, his tongue darting out in order to lick a stripe up your wet slit, gathering your juices on his tongue.

"tastes so sweet, my sweetest girl" your face flushes at his words, but your hips grind up into his face once he wraps his lips around your clit in order to suck down on the bundle of nerves.

"oh my god" you squeal at the newfound feeling, your heart beating out of your chest so rapidly, you're convinced it could burst at any given moment.

"sucking in my finger so perfectly, i don't think you can take any more baby" you shake your head no, but the prominent pout on his lips taunts you into thinking you can take just a little more.

sunghoon adds another finger swiftly into your hole, stretching you even more with his his slender fingers. you hiss at the stretch, trying your hardest to adjust to the newfound sensation that radiates throughout your body in ripples. the way sunghoons tongue laps at your heat as if he were desperately searching for the last sip of water drives you insane - he cant help himself , you're just too fucking sweet.

"i feel weird, hoonie i- i cant , feels s' weird" your eyes squeeze shut as white-hot pleasure shoots through your veins . your fingers tug on his hair harsly and your hips buck up into his mouth, everything begins to feel hot and overstimulating, a thin layer of sweat forming on the skin of your forehead.

"let it happen sweet, you gonna cum for me?" he asks, even though he already has his answer the moment his fingers find the sweetspot that adorns your velvety, tight walls.

"please, please please please a-ah" his teeth biting down on your clit send you into overdrive - your abdomen tightens as the string in your tummy snaps - juices squirting all over the lower half of sunghoons face as your pussy squeezes his digits tightly.

"there you go, look so so pretty when you're makin' a mess all over me... my pretty little cum slut, hmm" his eyes widen as you cream around his fingers, white gooey slick oozing from your hole where his fingers fuck you apart sloppily.

"sun-sungie fuck" your hips and thighs jolt in his hold, and you can feel yourself come crashing down from your high at lightening speed. as your body relaxes into sunghoon, he pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.

"god you're absolutely perfect"

[girllblogging777]

IN WHICH you get sick in the morning, and your husband stays by your side. it’s probably the flu, right ?

౨ৎ⋆˚࿔ husband!spencer reid x reader (fluff)

“spence ?”

the sound of your voice echoed from the bathroom to the room where your husband was, folding laundry. he was usually quick to react when you called him, always on the lookout. and this time, he picked up on the nervous tone in your voice, and practically bolted towards where you were.

“what’s wrong, love ?” he asked, his hand resting on the doorknob.

except, he didn’t need your words to figure it out. he expected you to be asking for help with your hair, or your skin products - but here you were, kneeling in front of the toilet seat, the pale color of your skin matching the marbled floor tiles.

“i think… there was something wrong in the food we had last night” you spoke, taking deep breaths as you tried to fight the nausea rising in your throat. “don’t you feel weird ?”

he walked up to you, crouching down to your level to reassuringly massage your shoulders. “no, love, i feel alright. i’m sorry, though, i wish it was me.”

and he stayed by your side the whole morning, while you barely had the strength to get up from your spot on the floor. he simply comforted you, holding your hair carefully and murmuring sweet praise words in your ear as you threw up.

except, as grateful as you were to have him by your side, like the loving partner he was, this lasted way too long. you found yourself being sick again the next morning, and the day after, which alarmed spencer at some point.

on the fourth day, he sat you down on the closed toilet seat and pressed a wet cloth on your forehead, interrogating you like he was your personal doctor.

“so, you’re getting nausea but it’s not from something you ate, we already established that,” he spoke, the gears working in his head “it could be the flu, or something else you would’ve catched at work. was anyone around you sick ?

you shook your head, swallowing and reminiscing your last couple of days. “no. but they’ve been getting on my nerves. especially at lunch, my coworker brought some tuna sandwich that smelled so bad… made me wanna throw up”

the more you described it, the more his brain began to get foggy. nothing you talked about could be linked to any sickness he knew about, and the heightened sense of smell made no sense apart from- no. no.

it couldn’t be.

silence. you took the cloth from his hand, looking up to make him focus on you. “what is it ?”

mouth agape, he was staring at you with wide eyes. like saying the words was too much for him. “love. i don’t think you’re just sick.”

and then it all clicked. the recurrent sickness every morning. the sensitivity to smells and irritability. how had you been so obvious ?

“oh.”

“yes… oh”

none of you had the courage to word anything for a couple of seconds, and you focused on the ticking of the clock on the wall like it was the most important thing at this very moment.

but a couple of hours later, after a trip to the pharmacy to get a test, and some more pacing around the bathroom from both of you, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

spencer’s hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality. “hey, i’m right there with you, okay ?” he reminded you. “it’s all going to be fine, you know… and statistically, we’re definitely in the best situation to have a baby”

“right. we’re married. we have stable jobs. a house. a cat. it’s gotta be the next step, yeah ?” you asked, still refusing to look down at the result of the pregnancy test.

he took it from you, and nodded. “it is. but that’s not why we’re doing this.”

“it’s not ?”

“no, love. it’s because we love eachother, and we’ll support eachother no matter what.” he corrected you, like he was stating an obvious scientific fact. “and yes, i want a family with you, more than anything in the world. but it doesn’t mean i’ll love you any less if now isn’t the time. i just… i just want you to know that.”

a smile creeped up your face, despite the anxiety you were feeling, and you studied his adorable expression for any doubt, which you didn’t find. he had this ability to always make you feel safe. but you still had to ask.

“are you sure ?”

he rolled his eyes, some hair strands falling in front of them. “that i love you ? yes. it’s the thing i’m the surest about, actually. probably more than my knowledge of the digits of pi, even”

genuine giggles escaped your throat, but they faded when you noticed he was about to look at the result on the plastic object in his hand.

“together ?”

“yeah. together.”

and you both looked down at it, your eyes darting towards the little pink rectangle. two soulmates in the bathroom, with their future in their hands. two lines on the test.

you didn’t exactly register what was happening until he took you in his arms, and your ears were ringing too much to answer his repeated “i love you’s”. this was real. you were having a baby.

spencer’s embrace was bone crushing, and if he normally would have cursed himself for not figuring this out earlier, nothing else matted at this exact moment, apart from you. and the baby.

“we’re going to be parents,” he said, pulling back a little, teary eyed, to cup your face.

you couldn’t help the curse words that came out of your mouth, and he chuckled.

his hand found your waist, and he squeezed it reassuringly. “you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“i… a mom, yeah. and you’re going to be the best dad”

“you think so ?” despite always being clear on the fact that he wanted kids, this was a lot of pressure. he didn’t want to raise a child the way his father did. he wanted to be there.

you nodded, resting your cheek against his hand “oh baby, i think there’s no one else i possibly could’ve wanted to do this with”

because spencer and you would be scared. you would have trouble, and you would have to be prepared. but you would also always have one another.

[lolitalovess]

thinking about vi as your wife ♡ (multiple recs put into one, nsfw under cut)

wife vi who cooks for you everyday. it's one of her love languages, taking time out of her day to make yours better with something she made for you. she has many cook books in her nerd collection, every recipe in there has been made by her and she's written down her overall rating of each recipe on every page. mention it to her momma and she'll show you videos of pow and vi making cheese toasties together my shaylas 🙁

wife vi who can't let go of you in the mornings. she is a super heavy sleeper and it doesn't matter what either of you have to do today, how important your job is or who you have plans to see. she WILL be hiding her face into your neck with her leg slung over you, or will be tucking you, the blanket and her childhood bunny plushie into her chest. especially when it's winter. you literally can't escape her.

wife vi who is never seen not wearing her ring and gives you the most baffled look when you're not wearing yours.

wife vi who pulls up in her 1966 cherry red ford mustang to pick you up, her ring shining from the reflection against the sun with i just died in your arms by cutting crew (DON'T laugh at me) playing and her heart shaped lips curling up into a smile when she sees your pretty face before you lean over to give her kisses.

wife vi who is good at art and buys and makes you gifts and gift baskets like this or this or this every time she feels like it. it doesn't even need to be valentines or your birthday or any occasion, she just wants to give.

wife vi who wants a rottweiler with you so fucking bad (to have a baby with you, and to protect you when shes not around even if you can handle yourself) but she knows that they're a massive responsibility and alot of work needs to be put into dogs, so you two settle on rescuing an old kitty from a shelter, a ginger one with a few missing teeth and sass as bad as vi's. his name is screwdriver. screwdriver sleeps in bed with you two every night.

wife vi who would lowkey be your house wife if you made big money... i can't stop thinking about this.

wife vi who would fall asleep on the couch like a dad while watching tv with you almost every single night, and when she's not doing that she's most definitely 110% passing out after you eat her pussy after you two finish dinner.

wife vi who is super into public sex because she likes the idea of it and also just needs you all the time that she should be locked away.

wife vi who would beg for you to let her eat you out under a table or in the bathroom of her dads bar when you're sitting in the car outside and about to go in, or would press the softest little kisses to your jaw, giving you her puppy eyes and asking you if you can put a vibrator on her clit when you two are about to leave the house.

wife vi who loves shower sex. sometimes when you two can't see eachother alot because you two leave for work at different times, both get home late and sometimes there just isn't enough time to fuck like how you both want. so she starts tongue fucking your pussy when you're washing your hair, and you do the exact same when she's washing hers!!

wife vi who's ceo of giving you back messages in the bath after sex. she's got you on her lap, face resting on her chest while her skilled hands search for your sore muscles, massaging the knots out when you press kisses to her collarbone.

this isnt very freaky pls don't kill me i'm just tired and need a lobotomy. but if you do want more freaky shit with wife vi lmk (mischievously rubs hands together 😈) i just know this is gonna flop miserably

@h0neymiel

[i-starcreamed]

Can you write something with D16 and a human reader please? Maybe like seeing a human for the first time and befriending eachother, then the reader develops feelings because I mean....D16 XD (There is literally nothing of transformers one 😭) PS. I don't know why but I feel like transformers one character at least the miners are closer to human height for some reason 🤣 (sorry for yapping I'm obsessed)

D-16 X READER

Ok so…very unrealistic because yknow, no humans on cybertron. However I made up my own scenario :3 in my mind humans reach about to the knees of mine bots. You’ll make it work..

Human! Reader

Dumb fluff, no sad stuff

Reader is a space explorer who SOMEHOW MAGICALLY managed to successfully land on Cybertron with some of their survival kit intact (food, water, etc). What they didn’t expect was to encounter a train looking vehicle, hopping in it out of curiosity. What they also never expected was the train to start moving at full speed, charging inside of the planet as the crust literally opened up.

Your throat almost went sore because of your screaming.

You shifted, groaning as you sat up from your laying position. God, your head was pounding, what even happened? The ground beneath you was cold and rough, like the texture of popcorn wall if it were made of metal. Around you, you could hear the sound of wheels screeching, metal banging. Whatever you were on was not a smooth ride.

You opened your eyes, your breath hitched as you saw a figure above you. They were looking straight forward, both their hands placed on the edge of the cart. And they were not human. No human is that big.

You swiveled your head around you, seeing a pile of large rocks surrounding you. They were glowing a bright blue, looking quite radioactive. Okay, maybe you and your team expected a tiny bit of life here—but not a whole…whatever this was. You slowly stood up, carefully making your way towards the rock nearest to you. You struggled to move, all the rocks were basically covering your body. The rocks rolled over softly as you lifted an arm.

“Hey there,”

You froze, hearing a deep voice above you. You turned around, eyeing the figure still looking away from you. They looked to their side, mimicking the human expression of curtly smiling and nodding to someone to their right. You sighed in relief.

Placing both your palms on the edge of the cart, you pulled yourself up, letting the rocks fall away from your legs. You peeled your head over the cart, your eyes widening at the life around you. Sooo many robot beings walking around and pushing minecarts, all in different colors and similar size. You let out a small gasp.

D-16 raised a brow, hearing a noise just below him. He did a double take as he saw..something poking out of his cart. He froze. You froze. You both frozed.

“AHH!” You both yelled at the same time, backing away from eachother.

You fall back in between the rocks, probably scraping your back against one. Simotaniously, he bumped into someone’s cart in back of him, he muttered an awkward apology as he hurried along with his cart—he couldn’t let anyone else see this…thing.

He rushed over, taking a sharp turn and away from everyone doing their jobs.

When he stopped, he leaned over his cart to take a good look at you.

“Okay…what! What are you?” He whispered yelled, honestly feeling a bit defensive. You couldn’t blame him, he’s never seen a species like you. Sure, you were smaller. You were about the size of his leg..definitely shorter.

“I uh..I could ask the same thing…” you nervously said.

When you two first met you were very cautious of eachother. You were both scared. I think it took him a while to realize you were from a wholeee different planet. You were a space explorer? That’s cool! He’s definitely going to ask you about cybertrons surface, even though you insist you only saw it for a couple minutes before being kidnapped by a train.

He becomes so interested in you. Eventually, you OF COURSE get introduced to Orion. He had the same reaction, but was equally as intrigued. We all know how much he loves history and learning, they’re both gonna ask so many questions. They do everything to keep you hidden away from other bots, ESPECIALLY DarkWing. Orion has never seen D-16 as enthusiastic about someone as he is about you. (Maybe except for Megatronious)

The three of you are almost always together, but you definitely spend more time with D. Instead of getting rest after a long day in the mines, he takes you around with you sitting atop his shoulder—just talking. Whenever he hears a bot approaching, he quickly snatches you off and holds you behind his back. Definitely not obvious.

Rest in piece to privacy, because you both have NONE! We saw how none of the miners have individual sleeping areas. You have to constantly sneak away—usually it’s places where Orion has taken him. Imagine being taken to their special places :((

You spend longer than you thought on Cybertron, it’s not like you had a choice. Your pod was left on the surface and most definitely scrapped for materials. No one knows who or what and where the mysterious person from the pod is. Lucky you

It’s only logical you begin to fall for D-16. He’s oddly charming, funny, dedicated, and caring. You spend all your time together. He introduced you to his best friend. He tells you about all his plans. Plus, it’s always exciting to go on little trips together, potentially risking getting caught. These trips eventually turn into dates btw

He has definitely called you cute and pet your head with one digit. Yeah that kinda did it, even though he meant it as a tease

You know that scene where the two went racing? They were in first place, they’re exhausted and D got hit. Despite this he grins, looking back at the cameras which he knows are streaming the race. He knows you’re watching all the way from that green light.

“This is for Y/—!!“ he begins, only to be interrupted when a jet zooms past them, knocking them both over and sending them flying. Idiots <3

[wendichester]

hey!! going off of the chihiro imagine you've just done, what about one where its based off of the diner? dean or sam x reader. shes a hunter, has a weird past with this other hunter who wont leave her alone. she could be out in public somewhere where this guy corners her and starts being weird, sam/dean notices and confronts him n beats tf out of him?? like they dont know eachother so its her first encounter with sam/dean (i hope this makes sense lmao) thank you!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ don't be afraid,

summary. past has a way of finding you, but this time, dean is around

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 629

notes. billie's songs are always sooo good! could write a whole god damn series based off of them

Your past has a way of finding you.

No matter how many times you leave town, change your number, burn bridges—it always finds a way to slither back in.

And tonight, it’s come in the form of him.

The bar is dim, crowded, full of people who mind their own business. The kind of place where a hunter can blend in, shake off a bad job, maybe even have a drink in peace.

But peace is a luxury you don’t get to have.

“Damn, sweetheart. Still playin’ hard to get?”

You don’t need to look up to know who it is. The voice alone is enough to make your stomach twist.

Your fingers tighten around your glass, your jaw locking as you exhale slowly.

“You need to leave,” you say, keeping your voice even.

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. Instead, he slides into the seat across from you, grinning like he belongs there.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that,” he coos, head tilting. “You know we make sense.”

Your grip tightens.

Don’t be afraid of me. I’m what you need.

“I know we don’t,” you snap.

His smirk only widens.

And that’s when you stand. You’re done.

But the second you turn, his hand clamps around your wrist.

You freeze.

The bar noise dulls, your breath catching as old fear creeps in—because you know this feeling, this sinking dread in your gut.

He tugs you closer, voice lowering. “Let’s not make a scene, yeah?”

But he’s made a mistake.

Because someone else has been watching.

“You deaf, pal?”

The voice is deep, steady, laced with something sharp.

Your stomach flips when you turn and see him.

Leaning against the bar like he owns the place, green eyes locked onto yours—not at you, at him, the hand still wrapped around your wrist.

Dean Winchester.

You don’t know him, not really, but you’ve heard the name before. And right now? He’s looking at your unwanted guest like he’s already figured out ten different ways to put him in the ground.

“Let go.”

Your stalker barely spares him a glance. “This ain’t your business, man.”

Dean’s lips twitch, like he almost finds that funny. But the way his shoulders roll, the slow way he straightens up—it’s a warning.

“She said no.”

A muscle in your stalker’s jaw ticks, but for once, he actually listens. His grip loosens. You yank your arm back, stepping away quickly, pulse hammering.

And that’s when—

Crack.

Your breath stutters as your stalker crumples to the floor, blood already leaking from his nose. He groans, clutching his face. Dean shakes out his fist, gaze flicking down like he’s unimpressed.

“You’re lucky I didn’t break your damn jaw,” he mutters.

Your stomach is still catching up, adrenaline buzzing through your veins as your stalker glares up at him. Dean just cocks his head, expression blank but lethal.

“Go.”

And, for the first time, the guy actually listens.

You watch him scramble to his feet, wiping his bloody nose before shoving past the crowd and bolting out the door.

Dean exhales, rolling his shoulders before finally turning to you. His expression softens, just slightly.

“You good?”

You nod, trying to steady your breath. “Yeah. I—yeah.”

Dean watches you, like he’s assessing for damage. Then he huffs, shaking his head. “Guy doesn’t take a damn hint, huh?”

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “You have no idea.”

Something flickers in his eyes. A shadow, a silent I know the type. Then, after a pause—

“You drink whiskey?”

You blink. “Yeah.”

Dean nods toward the bar, lips curving.

“Then c’mon. Let me buy you one.”

And, for the first time in a long time, you don’t hesitate.

Because for once, your past ran away from you.

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[lucydixon]

Brake it 'till you Make it

Eddie Munson Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog A/N: Reader and Eddie are in an established relationship and have known eachother since they were kids. Just a cute little oneshot

Summary: You convince Eddie to apply for a job at the local garage and talk your way into a job there too.

You stood across the street from Ralph's Garage, gnawing your bottom lip bloody, propped up against the side of Eddie’s van.

You could feel the hot metal through the sleeve of Eddie’s jacket, not quite warm enough to burn but insistent enough to sting. You couldn’t find it in you to care, too worried about him to think of anything else. 

You were pretty sure that you were more nervous than he was about his interview. 

You’d been so adamant that he’d get it, outwardly as positive and bubbly as always, but deep down, you were stressing the hell out. 

Not because you didn’t think he could do it. Of course not. 

You’d seen firsthand just how good Eddie was with cars. He’d gotten his van running from what was essentially a heap of scrap metal after having it towed back to the Munson trailer. 

Wayne had lost his shit on the two of you when he found you huddled up in the back, tacking posters and patches to the headliner before so much as opening the hood. 

You'd both had to sit through a lecture on the value of a hard-earned dollar despite knowing that he'd bought the damn thing with money he'd earned selling dime bags behind the highschool.

You were more concerned about the general assholery in Hawkins when it came to Eddie. 

After a lifetime of being called a freak and being seen as less than, he was so convinced that he’d never manage to get a job anywhere but the plant with his uncle and had been worried about it for as long as you’d known him. 

It had been you who set up the interview at the garage. 

He’d briefly mentioned that maybe he could do something with cars, and you’d called Ralph up and begged him to let Eddie come by and show him what he could do, then told Eddie they were taking applications.

It took a week of sweet-talking to convince him that he could do it, and even then, he was unsure.  

It was a bit of a scheme, and while it had felt like a good idea at the time, he’d been so uncharacteristically quiet and in his head about it the whole drive over that you realised just how crushed he’d be if he didn’t get it. 

He wouldn’t let it show.

Eddie would laugh it off and make some kind of self-deprecating joke, but you’d know. 

He’d resign to a life of backbreaking work at the plant just to avoid another rejection, and you knew that you couldn't let that happen.

Eddie emerged from the garage an hour after going in, arms streaked with oil, and stiff as a board. 

He looked rattled, and you immediately frowned, thinking the worst. 

“How’d it go?” you asked, despite being afraid to hear the answer, as soon as he was within earshot. 

“I start next week.” He breathed, looking like he was in some kind of shock. 

“You got it?” You shrieked excitedly, throwing yourself into his arms. 

Eddie stumbled back a few steps and let out a startled laugh, resting his arms over your back while you hugged him tightly. 

“Oh, that’s so great, Eds!” You beamed, pulling back to look up at his pink cheeks and press a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek “What the fuck did I tell you? Of course you got it!” 

“He’s gonna start me out doing oil changes and shit” He cracked a bashfull smile, always overwhelmed by the faith you had in him. 

“They’ll see how good you are and you’ll move up in no time” You waved him off “I bet you’ll be fixing radiators and shit in no time!” 

“Radiators and shit?” He looked down at you with a raised brow, clearly amused. 

“I know stuff about cars.” You rolled your eyes theatrically. 

“Yeah?” Eddie poked you in the ribs, drawing a shrill laugh. God, it was his favourite sound in the world. “Where’s the radiator at?” 

“Under the hood.” You squinted at him playfully “Duh.” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, sweetheart.” He chuckled, pulling you into his chest to press his lips to the crown of your head. 

Without asking Ralph if it was okay, you started hanging around the garage just about every day Eddie worked.

You’d sit on the oil-stained ground next to him while he did his thing, keeping yourself busy with a book or soft chatter.

Ralph didn’t mind so long as Eddie was getting his work done and you weren’t causing any trouble beyond distracting the poor boy every so often. 

He was a kind man who saw something in Eddie from the start. He’d been in school with the boy’s father and knew exactly how he’d turned out. The kid was clearly trying to get on the straight and narrow to avoid living up to the Munson name, and Ralph was all too happy to do what he could to encourage him. 

The phone had started ringing one afternoon, and everyone in the shop had their hands full, so Ralph shouted across the room.

“Munson!” He hollered “If your girlfriend’s gonna hang around all day lookin’ pretty, least she can do is answer the damn phone!” 

You gave Eddie a playfull shove when you saw that the comment had bugged him and hopped up, snatching the phone off the receiver with a cheeky grin. 

“Ralph’s.” You did your best ‘customer service voice’ “What can I help you with?” 

Eddie snickered under the car and you tossed a loose bolt at him, rolling your eyes. 

“One sec,” You smiled as if the customer was right in front of you and not on the other end of the line. “Let me check.” 

“Y’all do breaks and shit, right?” You called out loudly, clamping a hand over the bottom of the phone to muffle the sound. 

Eddie cackled.

“Of course we fuckin’ do!” One of the other mechanic’s barked, hunched over the engine bay of an old truck like it was the funniest damn thing he’d ever heard. 

“Is there a calendar or something? When should I tell them to come?” You ignored him and looked to Ralph, who looked just as amused. 

“Tell ‘em to come by tomorrow afternoon.” He told you. 

“You’ve got it, boss.” You gave him a mock salute and relayed the message to the man on the other end of the phone before hanging up with an accomplished look on your face. 

The phone rang again twenty minutes later, and everyone looked to you. 

You let out an exaggerated sigh and went to pick it up. 

“Ralph’s.” 

Eddie watched your brows pinch together, beyond entertained as you tried to understand what the person on the other end was saying. 

“Well if it’s making a weird noise, there’s probably something weird going on in there.” You nodded like you knew what you were talking about “What kind of sound is it? Is it more of a sledgehammer on a tin roof kind of thing or like nails on a chalkboard?” 

“Screeching cat?” You muttered thoughtfully, “Well, that certainly doesn’t sound good.” 

“Why don’t you bring it over in the morning, and I‘ll have one of the boys take a look?” 

“That’s right, ma’am, alright. You have a great day.”

 

As soon as the phone was back on the hook, you started rummaging around the front counter. 

“You really don’t keep a calendar anywhere in here?” You asked, clearly bewildered, “Not even for appointments?” 

“Nah.” Raph shook his head, wiping his hands off with a rag as he made his way over to you. 

“Not even for your books?” You frowned “How do you do your invoicing? Where do you keep your files?” 

He just pointed to a cardboard box in the corner, overflowing with loose sheets of paper. 

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. 

“Good lord.” You shook your head in disapproval “That is not gonna work for me.” 

“It’s me that winds up stuck with all the bookkeeping, what’s it matter?” 

“Not anymore.” You waved him off, already on the ground digging through all the pages “I’ll do it. Two bucks an hour while Eddie works.” 

“That ain’t even minimum wage.” He scoffed.

“I’m here anyways.” You told Ralph without looking up “this shit’s a mess,  it’s gonna take me a few days just to figure out what the hell I’m looking at.” 

“I want a calendar, though. A big one, and some notebooks.” You contemplated, nodding pensively, “Yep. I can work with this.” 

Eddie watched you start straightening things out instead of waiting for an answer with a little smile on his face. He was entirely unsurprised that you’d appointed yourself a job and just shrugged when Ralph looked to him for help.

You just had a way with people. Nobody would ever think so just by looking at you, seeing as you rarely went out of your way to speak to anyone outside of your circle of friends, but there was something about you that could convince anyone to drive off a bridge if you asked nicely. 

Bright and early the next morning, you and Eddie rolled up to the garage, hand in hand. 

You’d checked on the way that he didn’t mind you butting into his job, and he’d just laughed and told you that you might as well make yourself useful instead of distracting him all day. 

You swatted his arm and shot him a playful glare as he pulled out of the trailer park.

Sure enough, you found a calendar and a stack of notebooks on the front counter waiting for you and beamed. 

You spent the entire day sifting through invoices and organizing everything to your liking. 

You didn’t explain your filing system, and Ralph didn’t ask, perfectly happy not to have to worry about the paperwork side of things anymore. 

He insisted on paying you at least minimum wage, but after going over everything, you told him with a straight face that he couldn’t afford to pay you that much, but you’d let him when he could.

He didn’t have much of a choice but to agree. 

Within a week, you had a whole system down for scheduling appointments and prioritizing tickets. 

You’d dragged everyone to the front counter to explain it to them when you were finished.

“If I’m not here. You just have to fill out a ticket.” You showed them a stack of handwritten cards. “Customer name, phone number, and problem. Check the calendar and make sure we’ve got time, then write that on here too. Leave them on the register and I’ll sort them out when I’m back.” 

“Got it?” You crossed your arms over your chest, looking from the bleary-eyed, filthy mechanics to your pink and blue colour-coded calendar, expectantly. 

They exchanged a few looks before nodding and joking that you’d taken over the whole damn shop. 

Eddie just shot you a proud, but goofy smile and wondered if he could possibly love you any more.  

Dividers by @saradika-graphics GIF by @obii-wan

[holycowboytiger]

Poly!141 x Hacker!Reader

Now now now- hear me out..... add a twist ...

GN!Reader

(Autistic!Reader anyone?)

CW: NSFW, Reader sees TF141..doing the sideways tango, Reader is not as harmless as they seem, mentions of murder, canon violence,

You work on base as one of the ''pencil pushers'' one of the useless tech drones who are constantly overlooked despite putting in hours upon hours of overtime to avoid people stealing and potentially selling military trade secrets and keeping classified files classified and only within the contents of the licensed computers.

You keep to yourself, most of the tech drones aren't known for being the most social, but even by their standards you're a shut in, alot of them find you off-putting,, and awkward to make conversation with, but that's ok! you like working alone, by yourself, in your own space.,.. and truth is you hate the majority of the people you work with anyway.

Most of your co-workers absolutely adore the 141, would lick the dirt off their boots of they asked, they're seen as heros, and you're just about done with most of the men you work with claiming they could've joined that taskforce if they didn't break their knee when they were 15, you're actually two seconds from breaking their neck.... but you have to keep yourself in check...

''You don't believe me?''

''You take 25 minutes to recover from walking up two flights of stairs Peter, so I think you should focus on what you're barely good at, which is this job.''

''Woah.. ok damn''

You could care less for the group, were they impressive? yes, from the missions and files that you have access to, their stats and skills were something to gawk at, something to admire, but, the admiration slowly fades when the one by the name of Soap brings his disgusting laptop with sticky keys to you, claiming it has a virus talking about about ''the Russians hacking it''

''I- dinnae mean ta bother- its just been- freak'n out on me and i dinnae know what's happenin with it- d'ya think it's the Russians?''

''erm.... I don't think so..''

The admiration completely disappears when you dig deeper into the laptop and find the various porn sites your dear ''Hero'' Soap had been spending hours on, not to judge, everyone enjoys a bit of porn from time to time, but the fact that its on an actual tactical laptop, military property, that you now have to see, and you now have to confront what the soldier was into.

From ''Masked Military Men'' to ''Office Secretary'' ''Military Captain Punishe- you get the fucking gist. AND! the list goes on, youre pretty sure that the entire taskforce is fucking by the end of your sweep,,,, and it only confirms it when you discover a file that was taking up far too much space.

Soap had actually been complaining about the device running slow too, so you decided to take a look, before deleting the file, incase it was something important...

Jesus fucking christ you should not have, you actually should've thrown the computer at his head when he brought it to you, you should've actually just never signed up for this job and kept with your previous one,,, even if it was quite,,,, dangerous

The file contained 100s and 100s of videos of the 141... together... getting it on..doing the sideways tango? fornicatin- ok they were fucking. They were fucking RAW and NASTY, and you're so sure one of the videos contained a leash, ears, muzzle and a tail, but you clicked off before you ruin your eyes any further.

Now now- before the reader starts squinting, you weren't judging the taskforce for getting it on with eachother, frankly it was none of your business, you weren't disgusted, just,, uncomfortable, you've never met these men- properly, yet you've seen their dick and balls.... you're allowed to feel a little weird, that and- Soap had trusted you to remove a virus, not go snooping into his computer files, you felt as if you had overstepped, even if he was a shameless sex fiend by the amount of porn he consumed- you still felt as if you'd pushed into his laptop too far,, now,, what to do,,,

Do you: A: Let him know that you have seen the videos of him and his taskforce, and apologise to all hell and hopes he doesn't murder you,, or worse- report you to HR....is there a HR in the military...? B: Remind him that this is military property and should not be treated as a personal possession, kind of hinting at the fact that you saw.. something.....?

or C: Pretend you saw nothing and give the device back to him, and just hope and pray you never see him walking around again,, maybe pray that you never see his taskforce wondering the building,, you cannot look them all in the face knowing that you've seen them,,, in their birthday suits lets just say.

....SO- we all agree on C? Good because that's what you end up doing

You find Soap the next day, shove the computer into his hands and hope to god he never needs your help again.

He thanks you, but not before you scurry away to your cave (desk) and hope he doesn't remember where it is.

''Soap-.. Laptop.''

'Ye fixed it!? Thank fuck- it wasn't-''

''No Russians.''

''ahhh, whateve'r it was, thank ye mate''

''mhm.....welcome''

Now, to clear something up, your perception of him isn't ruined by some porn you found on his laptop, for fucks sake you had castrated a man before- oh.......uhhh,,, i mean,,,,,, you've,,, youv'e seen worse.... dark web stuff...Yeah!!! Dark web stuff!

ANYWAY. You didn't judge him, truly, he was still an ok dude, you just never had a taste for the taskforce, never really shared the weird admiration others had for them, and now with , it would just be weird if you adored them as much...

You hoped he didn't take your cold shoulder to heart, and hoped that some of your coworkers would sooner label you as a weirdo introvert so he doesn't take too much offense at your avoidance of him.

You felt a little guilty everytime you saw his smile drop when you didn't wave back at him, or nod at him when he walked past, but- your awkwardness was not enough to deter him, the man was like a damned puppy, he was just too friendly, he just wanted to see you smile at him once..

SO- what did you resort to? Being rude and standoffish,, and no you weren't proud of yourself, from the death glares to the snappiness when he greeted you, his friendly nature slowly faded as he realised day by day that you were NOT going to be his friend, in another life you may have gotten along, maybe you'd have the courage to actually tell him about what you found....

''Aye! Yo! Bon! How're-''

''I'm busy.''

'oh,,,uh- sorr-''

''its fine just,, quit botherin me''

But with your past and the weird barrier you had put infront of the taskforce, you stayed away, pushed him away..

you needed to keep him away, the closer he got, the more danger you could be in,, you could be exposed,,,, or were you just paranoid? being a murde- UHHH doing SOMETHING not so legal will make you that way...

The more upset Soap was, the more eyes you could feel drilling into the back of your skull.. 141 did not take kindly to you being so.... hostile towards their,,, teammate? boyfriend????? LOVER?? HUSBAN-ok lets not get too ahead of ourselves.

But you just couldn't face them ... you saw their penises,,,,,,, yeah no you cant.

From the glares to ''accidentally'' bumping you in the halls and your lunch going missing, you had started a petty office war with the taskforce,, which was hilarious because,,,, these are trained military men- bullying(?) you in work because you made their boyfriend sad.

he even thought they were being a little.. much

''Don't ye think yer being,,, alot?''

''Nah,,, they were being a bitch.''

''ah....''

Admiration for the men? They'd be lucky if you even had a good word to say about them fucking childishimmatureassholeswhoarefuckingeacotherfuckingbitchesughyouhatethemsomuch

Ok calm down you're lowkey going crazy... you are kind of insane, but PLEASE lets try to function like a normal person and ignore these fully grown men acting like school girls... lets focus on your job!!! Please before you go back to your previous one..... for the love of god please stay focused

You do not need friends in here, you need to make sure that people aren't stealing military data, you don't need the taskforce to appreciate the work you do, you don't need to make friends in your workplace, you don't need to eat your lunch with people or stand by the water cooler and gossip you don't need your coworkers to invite you out for drinks at the weekend

You're fully booked,,,, and by fully booked I mean you either have an ,,,,, ''target'' or you're going to rot away at home, bottle in hand while you find dirt on everyone in your personal life for shits and giggles, hey! Peter is cheating on his wife!.... if he pisses you off you should call her- .....maybe- or you could use it when you needed it.

As time went on, 141 slowly got bored of inconveniencing you, thinking you got the memo,, they still didn't like you,, and still glare at you- but hey! your lunch is still where you put it!

The whole ordeal is over, I mean, you're a little more hated in the office than you once were but, that means less people bothering you, and less people in your personal space trying to get you to ''open up''

You are officially alone, you dodged the bullet that is soaps friendship and you can just.. relax... until you realise the sites that your not friend has visited, and you slowly figure with at the rate he consumes porn he will find himself with another virus in his laptop... and he's going to go to one of your coworkers and ask them to fix it since you have proven to not be up for the task again...

Theyre gonna see,,,, oh- oh no the files, the videos,,, the search history-

''aye- Peter-- ' think there's somethin' wrong with me laptop''

oh fuck.

[hhrtfelt]

I AM ALL THE DAYS YOU CHOOSE TO IGNORE

this story contains mentions of sex, extreme injuries, suicide/ overdose, hallucinations/schizophrenia, self harm, and alot more. i am not responsible for the media you consume.

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you and namgyu always had a uncomfortable and unhealthy relationship. whether that be ur multiple attempts at a “romantic relationship” or that be the countless hookups the two of you had. when the two of you would hook up in the back of club pentagon, he swore you were the best thing to ever grace him. i mean, he was completely head over heels for you. sometimes, he liked pamper you and sometimes he wouldn’t. being a club promoter means you don’t really have time for bullshit like foreplay and what not. he enjoyed how straightforward the sex was. condom, spit, thrust. that simple. after multiple awkward and painful (only for you) hookups, you to decide to “get to know eachother” ( drugs together and hook up even more ) you were absolutely dick whipped, it was honestly embarrassing. the two of you had moments when you were not having intimate relations or smoking weed or taking a new pill, which was pretty nice.

he didn’t like giving aftercare that much due to his busy schedule or constant stubbornness, but when he saw you laying there like you needed something to hold, his eyes softened as he put his phone down and his cigarette into the ash try as he snuggled his lean arms under your armpits, pulling you up to lay with him, the two of you both still naked. you immediately leaned into his touch, you hand on his bare shoulder as your eyes closed. this felt weird and unnatural for him. this is completely not in his nature at all, he felt uncomfortable, but after a awhile he finally warmed up to you being so clingy, which he would’ve hated for anyone else. he soon drifted off into his own sleep.

when the two of you began to become more than fuck buddies (dating) he wasn’t the best partner you could ever ask for. to cut it short; he was extremely toxic and possessive. you felt like you couldn’t go to club pentagon with him without his arm being around your shoulder or he would immediately tell you to cover up if u were going on it with your friends on a hot sunny day. nam-gyu was a cheater. a repeat offender. i mean, what did you expect? did you really expect a fling that started in a club to not cheat on you in the same place where he scored you? when you didn’t feel like going to club pentagon or walked away for a minute to go pee, you would catch him making out with other women constantly or even about to fuck them, but you awkwardly intervened before anything actually happened. everyone that was a regular at club pentagon knew your boyfriend was a cheater, and you know was well. he always blamed the pills and the alcohol for his doings, which happened at least 3 times a week. he couldn’t just quit his job because you wanted to. if you brought it up, he would just call you a controlling bitch and leave you for another couple hours, alone in your shared apartment. but why couldn’t you just leave him?

nam-gyu had wonderful ways of manipulating, gaslighting you and making you feel weak. after he would come home wasted and too high to even function, he would block out your questions and just reassure you with, “babe, i just had a crazy late shift.. y’know…?” his words were always slurred and you would always end up taking care of him after his “late” shifts at club pentagon. it was exhausting, he was exhausting, everything in your life was exhausting. you felt like you had no other place to go other than back to your shared apartment sometimes and it didn’t help that nam-gyu always threatened to overdose or hang himself if you left him.

you were in deep shit with money due to your mom leaving behind all of be revers and putting them in your name, but you didn’t know he also was. you were about to take public transport to pick up some food you were craving as this well dressed young man, didn’t look any older than 30 cake up to you with two envelopes. a red one and a blue one, this game felt oddly familiar to your childhood. after conversing with the man you guys decided to play ddjaki, and if you lost, he got to slap you..? whatever. all you knew is that he had money and he was willing to give you some if you won. you didn’t your best to win, but this game was really kicking your ass. you left the public subway with a brown envelope and a red cheek, massaging your cheek with one hand and card in other before you ultimately pulled out your phone and started to dial the number. as you were almost done, you got a call. from namgyu of all people. you let out of a groan before picking it up and putting the phone to your ear. “yes babe?” you said, sticking the card in your jacket pocket as you kept the phone up to your ear, pacing around the subway station as he spoke “heyyy… do you think you can pick me up? i—i know your car just broke down but if u could just give me money for a taxi i would be very grateful, please baby? please.” he said on the other line, his words was slurred and his background playing heavy music. “nam-gyu, i really don’t have any money right now. i’m so sorry.” before he could say anything, you quickly hung up and continued to dial the phone number on that card, ignoring his angry text and attempts to call you.

the last thing you expected was to wake up in a room with 455 other people in it, the number on your chest being 053. you realized you woke up later than the other few characters as you stayed hidden on your bed, peaking out to watch the big screens as these guards where these stupid children mask and pink suits. you soon learned that this was a place for you to clear the debt you had, great! and you only had to play a few children’s games you remembered from your childhood? this was gonna be a quick way to pay off the deb— your thoughts were cut off as you saw that stupid bob. namgyu was here? seriously? oh gosh.. you saw him standing near a guy with annoyingly vibrant purple hair, which he seemed very attached to. the two of them were attacking this other player you soon learned was ‘mg coin’. apparently, player 333 did youtube videos with crypto and ultimately lost every dime him and his subscribers had due to a stupid investment in some dumb nft? you didn’t understand it, but this sounds like something namgyu would definitely fall for. you eventually got off of the bunk bed, blending into the crow as you zipped the accommodated jacket all the way up, you hands in your pockets. you tried your best not to lock eyes with namgyu, who was acting like a complete lunatic at the moment. unfortunately, due to your shitty luck the tow of you locked eyes and you saw his pupils enlarge wa he ditched “thanos” and “mg coin” to go talk to you.

“[name], the fuck are you doing here?!” he said as he gave you a slight nudge as you gave him the cold shoulder. he missed when you were all soft and submissive for him. his perfect little doll. but now it looked like you grew a backbone, which namgyu was not into at all whatsoever. “i would’ve asked you thee same question but i already got my answer, namgyu.” you said, looking at him for a split second before turning your attention away from him. “whatever baby.“ he said, getting in your face as he walked away from you and back to thanos.

the first game was red light green light, simple, right? but what would a game show be without a twist? if you move during red light, you die. you were absolutely petrified as you watched the first girl die and this random old man that was definitely off some sort of drugs say that he’s “played these games before”? whatever that means. it was easy enough to get through red light green light, which you took for granted. after successfully passing that game, blood stained on your jacket, you couldn’t just sleep. you sat up straight in the top bunk until the lights blared on and some sort of distorted children’s song started playing.

the next game was the “sex legged pentathlon” sounds easy enough right? but you didn’t have six legs. you stayed to yourself as other people teamed up with eachother, not really having the corine to walk up to anyone else. this nice woman, which you learned her name was se-mi offered you to join her team, you had no one else so you just said yes. what you didn’t know was that nam-gyu was int eh team, you felt his eyes staring extremely hard at you as you tried to introduce yourself to everyone else in the group before the game started. in your position in line, you were in the middle, squished inbetween namgyu and se-mi. how great. you were waiting for the game to start as “thanos” opened his cross and there were colorful assortments of pills in there. you didn’t say anything but just stared at thanos and namgyu as they took the pills. this will be a long day, you thought. when the game started, you were extremely nervous but tried to keep your composure until it was time to play your game. luckily, you got the one you were the best at, gonggi. your hands were shaky as you kneeled on the ground, everyone’s eyes glued onto you and you shakily threw the pieces into the air and caught them with ease, you didn’t even know you were this good until you finished the game, the sound of your teammates cheers fulfilling your ego.

after the game was over, everyone went back to the main area, finding somewhere to sit with your group and talk till something happened. you and namgyu exchanged awkward looks and moments ima. conversation before thanos decided to speak up on it. “do you two know eachother or something? namsu? do you know this chic?” before any of you could respond the guards walked into the main room, a extremely large piggy bank coming from the sky and stacks of cash being put into it before two stands that looked like voting stands showed up. you stared in awe as both this came up at the same time “hello players. after every game, you will have to choose to stay or leave. O is to stay and when lore money, and X is to leave and split the money with the amount of players there currently are. you will be called by number.” everyone got up from where they were sitting and lined up. as soon it was your turn you looked back at your team, namgyu and thanos holding up O’s and trying to encourage you to vote O, but when you went up there, you voted for X. how could you? they were livid as they watched you waltz over to the X side. you were soon joined by se-mi, leaving min-su, thanos, and nam-gyu on the O side. min-su looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

nam-gyu and thanos constantly gave you and se-mi misogynistic comments once in a while, which almost sent you at the edge. but luckily, se-mi was your saving grace. ever since the games tarted, you never got to really talk to namgyu one on one ever since the games first started. as it was time for lights out and for the players to go to sleep, you quietly made your way to nam-guys bed, poking his side. he quickly jolted up and was siting straight up, staring up at you like you just killed his whole bloodline. “[name]?! what the fuck is wrong with you?! you women are crazy…” he said as he gave you a stank look. “nam-gyu, i wanted to talk about something, about us. about what we were before the games. and no, it can’t wait.” “wha—what are you talking about woman? you wanna talk about us? you wanna hear about what we were? ok, i’ll tell you. we were just a fling, [name]. you wanted all these crazy and flashy titles so i just took it because i needed to please you so you could continue to have sed with me, ok? we aren’t dating. we were just flirty fuck buddies.” he said all at once, watching your pupils widen as he spoke, his tone filled his disgust and anger. you didn’t even had any words to say as you nodded, walking back to your bed. you felt his rough hands latch onto you and spin you around. “you just gonna walk away and not please me?” he said, his tone sounding genuinely offended. “get to doing what you do best, girl.” he said as he shimmied his pants and underwear off, his dick rock hard. you let out a sigh as you started to take your own pants off as his voice cut through. “no, no, no sweetie. you’re gonna give me top, i don’t want that ran through pussy(or hole depending on what genital you prefer to have).” he said, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face as he watched you pull your pants back up as you got comfortable and got to work on his cock. after he came, he immediately shoo’ed you away back to your bed.

ever since thanos died and namgyu killed se-mi, nothing has ever been the same. you felt like you had to constantly watch you back, and min-su was just avoiding you. was it guilt? did he think you did it? you watched as nam-gyu began to spiral each day, the pills becoming apart of his routine in this hellhole. after lights out and the revenge arc, everyone in the main area was completely silent as more and more guards began to come in the room each day for more security. the next game; “keys and knives” as it was called. when you entered the room, there was a gumball machine in the middle of it. when it was your time to draw from it, you got the blue gumball. that can’t be good, you thought as you walked over to your assigned area. after a bit of waiting, you were given keys and the other side was given… knives? what kind of fucked up shit is this? you realized that namgyu was on the red team, pulling out the knife and waving it on the people from your side. the last thing this name needed was a knife. if you needed any protection, you still clutched a blood fork in your pocket from lights out that you used on some other random person trying to kill you.

as soon as the game started you held the key in your hand instead of around your neck, walking around the big maze, wary of everything.

out of nowhere, min-su on the other side came running at you with a knife. you yelped as you dodged his hits and began to run, and run, and run and run until you felt yourself fall onto the stairs, you ankle taking the fall as you watched it become red and puffy. you quickly tried to stand up, yelping as you limped up the stairs, still running away form the player. as you were attempting to run, you ran into them again, the knife that min-su was chasing you reached your whole arm as you tried to dodge, the sleeve of your jacket being completely cut and… your arm become to bleed. a lot. you thought it was because he thought you hurt se-mi which was obviously not true. you looked over at your arm as you continued to run o form the man to realize that it was cut open. and it was cut open. deep. you almost threw up as you saw, but you continued to run. luckily, you found a room that took the shape of your key, rushing to open it immediately as you crashed onto the floor, tears spilling from your arms as you were completely injured. you didn’t think you were gonna make it out alive, and you would die from bleeding out. your eyes were closed as the door swung open, revealing that stupid prick namgyu and his… now friend ‘mg coin’ before you could think, you saw mg coin attempt to lunge at you as namgyu held him back. “mg coin.. wait..” namgyu was clearly fucking blown into proportion as he got closer to you, dropping his knife as he took the jacket off of his hips, moving your hand off of your extremely bloody arm, wrapping his jacket around it, his pupils enlarged and his hands extremely shaky. after a awhile of attempting to wrap your arm, he finally did it as he backed away, but before he did that he whispered in your ear “i will find who did this, i’m the only person that can hurt you.” he said with a chuckle, backing up and skipping away with mg coin. you noticed while he was helping you, he left his cross which he didn’t notice yet. you scooted over to it as you picked it up with your free hand, realizing there were about 4 pills left. with no hesitation, you took them all at once. you thoguht that if you were gonna go out, you might as well go out quietly. you realized there was probably no reason for you to look for the exit as you sat in the room as you started to feel to effects of the drugs. your vision got hazy, you started to shake; a lot. you felt numb, and you started to see things. see people. you saw se-mi, you thought u were having a full conversation with her as you continued to speak to yourself back and fourth. but you weren’t speaking to yourself. you were talking to se-mi you were having a connection. real, physical connection. the two of you were cut short by the game ending. you realized a bit after you stopped talking to her that she really wasn’t there and you bursted into tears in your pillow.

the next game. jump rope. but you weren’t worried about that. you were confused on why you were dead. you spaced out as you heard namgyu yelp and go down to the floor as min-su held the cross that was full of pills in it. without any hesitation he threw it into the platform. you watched him somehow make it to the end and check the cross before realizing it was empty, completely breaking down. you sat down on the bench that was still there as everyone made it past. namgyu realized that you weren’t making an effort to move. he felt extremely nervous. he knew what he made you go through, he knew he was fucked up, but why was he so upset that you weren’t fucking moving? get you ass up and try! he ran a hand through his hair as time began to tick, you finally stood up from the bench, there being about 50 seconds left and players still making there way over to the safe side.

“[name] why the fuck aren’t you moving!” namgyu said as he watched you just stare and stand near the edge.

48.

45.

42.

“[name] time is running out! you can make it! i’ll carry you, please…! please…! please! i need you.” namgyu said as he got on his knees again, he’s completely going crazy.

time was going back extremely fast.

15.

10.

5.

“baby— please, i’m sorry! please!”

3.

2.

you made your way to the ledge as you fell off gracefully, namgyu watching you in distraught as he screamed.

“NO! NO! [name]?!” he said, looking down at the pool of dead characters, looking at your dead body.

after that, namgyu felt no reason to be here. yes, he was in debt, but everything felt like hell, he had no pills, the one person that cared about him just killed themselves in-front of him, he has no hope. he went back to the room which was less full than usual, since more than majority of the players are dead. all their lies of the thanos group is min-su and nam-gyu. nam-gyu tries to sleep, he keeps seeing you, even when his eyes are closed, he can’t do it anymore. he can’t feel anything. he took the time to reflect on everything he did to you after you died. the constant cheating, the peer pressure, the door slamming, the leaving for days at a time, it was all hell. he knew he was a shitty person, even on the pills.

the last game started. nam-gyu wanted to die. to sacrifice himself. he needed that money bad but he felt so much pain he couldn’t ben be his regular cocky self. as the rules of the game began to unfold, nam-gyu almost immediately jumped off the cliff.

now he’ll be with the love of his life and his bestfriends forever, right?

[starkwlkr]

Omfg I need like early on in the relationship between Hugh and marvel!reader where their relationship isn’t public and their papparazzi of them on set together coz they’re visiting eachother and everyone’s thinking xmen X mcu when in reality it’s just them together dating

no spoilers! | hugh jackman

an: ok since their first son was born in 2000 (it’s canon idk what date but it’s canon now lol) and the mcu started in 2008 I’m going to change a few things JUST TINY THINGS like the mcu being in development early on and marvel actress!reader being casted in the early 2000s. does that make sense?? idk this is fanfiction

2005

Getting a call from Marvel was something you never expected. Like many people, you grew up reading the comics and watching the tv shows. But now you had the chance of a lifetime. You were being offered a role in the first movie in the Marvel cinematic universe.

After having a meeting with the marvel executives and your manager, you were asked to keep the news of your casting a secret. The media was already wondering who was going to portray what heroes on the big screen and your name was being thrown around.

While your relationship was still a secret, you often visited Hugh on set of X-Men with Alex and Reese. You tried to keep your little family from the media as much a possible. You would watch Hugh get into his costume and do his stunts. You were always amazed at how much fun it would be to portray a superhero and now you were finally going to be able to.

A few months after you met with Marvel, you found out you were pregnant with your third baby. A girl. Thankfully you weren’t set to film yet since the film was still in development. When it was finally time to film ‘Iron Man’, you were more than ready. Your kids were a bit older so they finally got to watch you beat up bad guys like their dad did.

It was during the filming of ‘Iron Man 2’ when your secret was finally revealed to the world. You didn’t really know how it even happened . . . Your guess was that paparazzi somehow snuck in. Hugh was always careful when visiting you on set. Rumors were already circulating on the internet about a potential X-Men and Avengers team up. It didn’t help that Hugh was sporting his signature Wolverine hair when he visited the set. At least the kids weren’t with you.

“You look much better than me,” Hugh looked at your costume. He couldn’t stop staring, it was starting to make you weak in the knees. “at least you get comfortable suits. Remember the black suits from X-Men? The most uncomfortable shit ever.”

“The kids thought you looked cool.” You reminded him.

“Okay, that makes me feel better.”

As you and Hugh talked, some paparazzi were secretly taking photos. All they could think about was how well they were going to get paid for the exclusive photos. The X-Men joining the mcu? That was big news!

When the photos were published on every magazine, you couldn’t help but laugh. What a way to reveal your relationship. You definitely didn’t want to share the news this way, but you also didn’t want to lose your job.

“Maybe in a few years it’ll come true. You, me, X-Men and the Avengers.” He told you, giving you your morning coffee. The kids were still sleeping so you and Hugh took advantage of the quiet morning. You set the magazine down on the table and drank the coffee.

“It would be nice. Imagine what the kids will think. Mom and dad beating up the bad guys together,” you smiled at him. He took the opportunity to give you a kiss. As he pulled away, you whispered to him. “or it could be me kicking the wolverine’s ass.”

Your characters wouldn’t share the screen until 2024 when Deadpool & Wolverine premiered. Your kids were more than excited to see their parents fighting together.

@kellyxo1 @barnes70stark @ru-kru @flyestvenustrap @evasmlp

[gorjee-art]

Idk why but I feel like whatever happened, at least Twilight and AJ felt the most genuinely sorry about how things turned out and that Fluttershy is kinda… seeing only the worst? I think Rainbow would be the least understanding but I also think the rest of the main six do genuinely feel bad. Like you mentioned in one ask that Fluttershy seemed to think a gem Spike made to look like a lizard was the result of Twilight trying to get on her good side through Spike and not… you know Spike genuinely trying to give her something and make her feel bad.

Girl is in a rut and she’s gonna learn that hiding away is the WORST idea when she’s hurt, letting all those kinds of thoughts fester.

Ding Ding Ding! You got it! Due to her own upbringing, and discord's manipulative enabling influence, she ended up believing that her only real worth and success was the fact that she became an element of kindness, a guardian that anyone can look up to, a literal virtue.

She finds it tough to believe that her "associates" want to get to know her better or be that better friend, placing it all on a reason that "They're just doing it for the sake of keeping the harmony in balance" Kind of like how sometimes you stick around people for the sake of a job or a group project. She's willing to be polite, but not be fully vulnerable. Not that I even blame her since her friends, indeed don't really know how to...include her or approach her so they feel the need to force to include her, however it genuinely does not come from a place of malice (which fluttershy has seemed to convince herself that it is)

Her issue is that she put herself in a box rather than getting out of it to shift perspectives on the simple fact that:

Twilight grew up in an upbringing where she practically had a silver spoon in her mouth and can be unintentionally sarcastic/rude (but wants to learn to be better and wants to hang around the more calm and collected member in her group)

Applejack is a hard working farmer that just barely has time to socialize for others because she's too busy making sure the crops aren't dying, food is being put on the table, see that her animals aren't trying to eat eachother, and taking the role of being a mother figure for grannysmith and applebloom.

It was never the fact they deep down hated fluttershy because she never fit in, but rather the idea that they have their own baggage going on.

But that sounds like a letter to celestia once the lesson is learned.

[cindyss]

my shorts don't have laces

theodore nott x female reader

Hermoine is aware of y/n’s feelings toward theo, therefore when she gets the chance, hermoine makes it her job to get them close to eachother

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You and Hermione were in your shared dorm, getting ready together for the pool party thrown.

You put your matching black swimsuits on and put your hair up so that it doesnt get wet from the water.

“Hermoineeeee” you sigh. “Is- is uhh is, is theo gonna be there?” You ask hesitantly.

Hermoine had always been aware of your feelings toward theo and she made no effort to stop teasing you about it.

“Ugh, y/n, yes he is” she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

“Do i look good, should i tie my hair or keep it in a claw-clip like this? Omg idk what to do i feel so ugly. Should i change this swimsuit?” you complain

“Y/l/n, one more word i swear. You look gorgeous, ur perfect. How many times do i need to tell you that?” She said.

You jump into her arms before she could finish, “god hermoine i love you” you say.

“Yeah i know bla bla bla bla, now we have a party to get to and boys to impress” she winked before dragging you out of the room.

You get to the party and ur eyes immediately begin scanning the room, in search of theo. In no time you spot him, sat in the hot tub with cormac, harry, ron, ginny, and luna.

Hermoine notices your intentions and grabs your hand leading you to the hot tub, “hermoine, no, im not ready yet!!” you sigh.

“too bad” she says before jumping in the hot tub. “shoot, y/n, there’s no more place for you, but im sure theo would be more than pleasured to keep you on his lap” she giggled.

You and theo didn’t hate eachother, you weren’t friends either. However, there was always tension between the two of you, even Neville could catch it.

He patted on his lap, gesturing for you to come over “c’mere” he said. You drag ur feet in the water and adjust ur sitting on his lap.

Looks and smiles exchange between everyone in the tub and you begin to feel the tension form. Cormac, next to you, starts talking about his previous experience with the ladies and other stuff.

And while ur listening, trying to act interested in whatever he’s talking about, you feel something poke from under you.

You also feel theo’s hands wrap around ur waist from under water which makes you let out a loud gasp, loud enough for the people in the hot tub to hear at least.

Everyones heads turn around to you, “sorry guys, thought i saw a bug” you laugh it off and all ur friends go back to their conversations.

The poking from under you only got more annoying, so you turn ur head, “theo, the laces of ur swimsuit are poking me, can u do something about it?” You speak.

“Cara mia, my shorts don’t have laces” he whispers to you, you could feel his breath on ur ear. “Fuck theo” you say.

He looks at you and then says something again “i say we get out of here darling before i can’t control myself anymore”.

You immediately jump up, and theo follows you. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to manage” he jokes pointing at the both of you.

“Get out of here man” Ron laughs.

“God please no” this, from Luna.

“Off you go” hermoine says smiling.

Theo then grabs your hand, two towels, and starts leading you back to his dorm. On ur way there, he wraps one of the towels around you, making sure you’re not cold.

When you get there, the Slytherin boy wastes no time locking the door and smashing his lips onto yours, immediately also allowing his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was not sweet, it was slow yet passionate and hungry. The boy was practically eating your face off while he has you pinned on the wall.

In a sudden movement, theo slips his hands under your thighs and carries you up into his arms. He carries you to his bed, the kiss ongoing, and makes you lay there.

He wastes no time unclasping your bikini and sucking on your tits. Your fingers meet his hair and you start tugging at it as he sucks on your nipples.

He leaves kisses on your boobs and cups them while he moves back up to your lips, also removing your underwear. They meet again and this time the kiss is faster, deeper, and hungrier.

“I- i.. fuck” he says in between kisses.

“Mhm?” you wonder.

“My friend down there, fucking hell, he needs attention.” the boy explains.

You laugh and start working your way, trying to remove his shorts. He turns over making sure to provide you with enough space to take control.

You make your way down, leaving kisses down his ab lines. You slowly lower his shorts and begin trailing his v line with your fingers.

You then remove his shorts completely and for a second, you are taken back by his large size.

His wet, throbbing cock was now inches away from your face. You begin by licking his tip, slowly and carefully before taking him in all in one go.

To that, he gasps, his hands then move to your head guiding you, he grabs onto your hair and leads you.

He even makes you gag a few times when he hits your throat, which you pinch his thigh for that.

You speed up your movements as you wanted to be the one to make him cum first, and you wanted to be the one that makes it happen faster.

“Cara mia” he spoke. “Im gonna.. soon. Im gonna.. fuck”.

You mumble a quick mhm as you speed your movements.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”. he praised

You smiled to yourself before he finally came on your mouth, he squeezed your hair as he released.

You move back up to him and stick your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. You then start kissing him again, slipping your tongue inside, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You know ur actually gorgeous, youre so perfect. A goddess i swear” he said as you were sat on his lap, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me something in italian” you ask.

“Hmm? Something like what ehh?” he smirks.

“Anything” you smile.

“Well.. ti scoperò finché non potrai più camminare.” he said in a whisper.

“And that means?” you wonder.

“I’ll fuck you till you cant walk” he spills.

“Oh is that so?” you giggle.

he nods and then you give him the look of affirmation before he slams into you, which makes you let out a gasp before adjusting yourself to his size.

You then start working ur hips in sync with his, riding him while his hands roam ur body, touching every bit of skin he could get his hands on.

“Fff.. fuckkk, you look too good like this” he praised. “dannatamente perfetto”. (fucking perfect)

you smile and in a sudden movement, he flips you over so hes in control, he starts speeding and you grab onto the sheets for dear life.

He leans in and kisses you, you moan into his mouth and his swollen tip hits your spot, the one that sends you to the moon and back.

“FUCKING HELL!!” you scream, “THEODORE IM GONNA CUM”. He speeds up his movements and guides you as you release.

“è stato fantastico, bellissimo” (that felt amazing, beautiful) he spoke slumping on the bed next to you.

“You really gotta start teaching me italian so i can understand what ur saying” you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What if i dont want you to understand what im saying” he teased.

“Uhh oh, we might have a problem then” you both laugh as he hugs u tightly, kissing ur temple.

[pearlymel]

☆ cw. mdni, fem!reader, fluffy smut, talks of having children, established relationship.

Zayne Always admired that look on your face whenever he would start making love to you.

Your messed up hair that no matter how much he tried smoothening it out with his fingers, it would end up even messier, your swollen parted glossy lips, and half-lidded awaiting eyes.

Zayne doesn't really know when he became fond of you. Perhaps it was when he first met you all those years ago, when you two were kids. Maybe it was when he found you passed out under a tree during a storm.

But ever since he realized his feelings for you all he could think about was making sure you don't get hurt. He's not sure if he's been doing a good job with that. Especially when you're asking for another round after he just wrecked your pussy from the long hours at the hospital, could you really blame him?

As if you could read his mind, you whisper "you're doing well, dearest."

"I should be the one reassuring you, love." He chuckled as he pressed a kiss on your forehead. He's quite glad you're in his arms. There are days where his work takes a toll on him more than usual.

He knows sometimes you're able and willing to go another round since you're quite greedy to keep the feeling going, he'd always make sure to stop you. You can be a little too impatient sometimes, it makes his cheeks flush a rosy pink as he rubbed the tip of his re-hardend flushed length against your slit, coating himself in your slick.

And there's your gasp and arch of your back once he pushed in with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling you all at once, like your cunt was swallowing him in that it never misses to make him dizzy.

His right hand traces along your left arm until it reached your hand to enclose your fingers together, where he could feel your wedding ring on his skin. with that, Zayne starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He sets a gentle pace, focusing on long, deep strokes that aim to please rather than overwhelm as your lips find his into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, your tongues tangling lazily.

He angles his hips, hitting that spongy spot inside you that never fails to make you whimper and squirm underneath him. He reaches his free hand down between your bodies to find your clit, and he rubs slow, tight circles around the sensitive bud, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and your hand squeezes his so hard, signalling your pending orgasm.

Zayne can feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, he redoubles his efforts, his fingers working on your clit faster as his cock starts pounding into harder, deeper for your pleasures. Your fluttering walls responds with a tight clench around his cock until your eyes are rolling back.

"Zayne," you pant his name softly like a prayer to his ear, your fingertips brushing over his shoulder to his cheek, "do you ever.. ever want to have a baby—"

The question catches him off guard. It's not that the thought of having kids with you doesn't excite him. Quite the opposite. You've both been married for a while, and he's quite keen on the idea.

"Haaah—" So keen that that it makes him cum right on the spot, he buries himself to the hilt inside, he groans low and long, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed into your awaiting womb in hot, thick spurts.

You're both silent in eachother's embrace for a while before he pulls out, you watch his every move without a word, from him cleaning you up to joining you back in bed so he could hold you close.

"You didn't answer me." You poke your question at him, and he raises an amused eyebrow, ".. the thought of having kids with you crosses my mind everytime i see you play with them." He answers you with passion, your heart skips a beat.

"... I think a copy of you and i would be cute." The idea of having a child that's a mix of both him and you being cute was something he also thought many times before. "Is that the only reason you want a kid?" He teased lowly, his hand moving to caress your nape now.

"Well you'd be a great father," you say it as if it's the obvious, and Zayne's smile grows wider as your statement, he couldn't help but feel happy hearing you think of him as a father.

The thought of you, carrying his child was quite appealing to him. He's quite sure he'd pamper you and take care of you ten times more than before.

"Do you really think so?" He asks as he watches you blink sleepily, "of course.. you're attentive, caring, loving, plus a doctor."

"And you think those will make me a great father?" His hand moves further down from your nape, it's now resting on the top of your hip, grabbing it lightly. Zayne's thumb continues to trace the skin of your hip in a soft manner. "How about you? Would you be a good mother?" He asks genuinely.

You're hesitant, "i don't think so."

"Why not?"

"..."

"I think you'll be an amazing mother, you just don't know it yet." Zayne softly pecks your cheek, and you blink slowly at the kiss.

Sometimes even he wonders why you can't see yourself the same way he does. He's sure if you were to give birth to his child, you'd instantly be in love with the little baby in your hands.

"you're so easy to love." You murmur, and his eyebrows furrow, "i mean.. anyone could fall for you because of your loveable nature." You peck at the corner of his lips this time.

Zayne's response is silent as he's still bewildered by what you said. He's never considered himself to be someone that would make a woman fall madly in love with him, when all he's ever thought of loving was that one person he's known all his life, in every universe.

"Don't think about it so much," you look down at him from your side in this still night, with your arms moving to cage him in close, "I love you."

He's quite lucky to have someone like you in his life, you're too sweet and kind with your words. He's always known that.

He stares at you quietly for a moment before responding. "I love you, so much."

You both retire for the night, with your heart's content knowing there still is a long way to your marriage.

[russellsppttemplates]

I'll never give up on you (Franco Colapinto)

You think your age is an obstacle, but Franco is set on proving you otherwise

Note: english is not my first language. It's the big doe eyes, the curly hair and the fact that he's very funny, isn't it? It's a very crappy situation for everyone how they got here, everyone recognises that. This is also the first time I'm writing for him 🤍 I always feel and know I have to put this - for those who are here and have stayed, thank you for being so patient and for staying - I hope this is good enough ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

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Cw: reader is slightly older than Franco (three years), alludes to previous bad relationships, alcohol consumption, relationship insecurity, reader gets accidentally hurt

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3 @sltwins

"You look gorgeous, Y/N! I love love love this!", Olivia squealed, clapping her hands when she got to your bedroom.

"It's nothing special", you blushed at her compliments.

"It will catch some eyes, you will catch some eyes!", she smiled, "can you help me with my dress, please?", she turned around so you could zip her up.

You and your bestfriend Olivia shared an apartment in university, and once you entered into the job market, you quickly realised that it would be best to keep the same living situation, knowing you'd save some money in a beginner salary and you both felt comfortable about eachother. Her boyfriend Mark had just got a work promotion and he wanted to celebrate it with his friends, so you had been invited.

"Who else is going to be there?", you mused as you packed the essentials on your small purse.

"Some guys from the new department he's in now, Luke - the one we met a couple of weeks ago at the shops -", she began listing the names she recalled, "Amber, and Franco, I think - he doesn't have a race this week", Olivia said.

"Oh, okay", you smiled.

Franco Colapinto knew Mark from one of the teams he had driven for, and despite his career, he was an incredibly down to earth guy. You had met him in a few other occasions and he was funny, kind, always up for a challenge and not easy to persuade out of things. "Things" including flirting with you. At first, you thought it was just his nature and posture towards new people, but after realising he only acted like that towards you, and the fact that he kept making advances and going as far as talking to Olivia about it, you knew it was something else.

"You still haven't changed your mind about him? He's such a good match for you, Y/N/N", Olivia pouted.

The premise was simple - Franco was younger than you, and as much as he seemed interested, it would never lead to anything good. He was young, aspiring an amazing career you were sure he would achieve, and frankly, you couldn't see you in there. He would like to party all out, not have responsibilities and certainly not have to date someone older than him. And this was just at the top of your head - if you let your insecurities really work you up, there were many other reasons.

"We are not! If we did date, it wouldn't last long and I'm not up for that - I've learned my lesson", you tsked.

"You know he's very into you, I'm not sure you can get him to back down", Olivia advised, "I get that you have your walls, but maybe you could give him a chance?".

"He'll probably find someone else, if he hasn't already - now let's go!", you pulled her with you, not wanting to arrive late.

Once you were inside, you quickly spotted the group, greeting everyone and ordering some drinks.

"You're sure you don't want anything else?", Mark wondered.

"I don't feel like drinking anything strong today, but I'll toast to your promotion - congratulations again!", you hugged him.

"Careful, everyone!", you heard the argentinian accent call out, getting you to make room on the table so the bartender could set the tray with all the drinks, "Hello, Y/N, how are you?".

Turning to face Franco, you were instantly met with his bright smile, shiny eyes and wavy hair perfectly tousled, "Hi, I've been good, and you?".

"Even better now that you're here", he winked, "you look amazing by the way, that colour looks beautiful on you", he complimented.

Hoping the dim lighting hid your blushing cheeks you nodded, taking the coaster to our your drink on before looking at him, "thanks, it's not new or anything", you brushed him off.

The night was on a good roll until you came back from freshening up in the bathroom - just as you were about to sit on the high stool, a guy pushed his friend in a playful manner, only for him to accidentally hit you and making you hit your knee on the piece of furniture.

"Fuck", you mumbled, bracing yourself against the table as the sharp pain climbed up your leg no matter how much your hand tried to soothe it.

Before you could process the whole thing, a large hand was placed low on your back, "are you okay, Y/N? What happened?".

"It was us, I'm so sorry", one of the guys apologised as he carried his friend to their table, "do you want me to get something? Again, I'm so sorry".

"It's fine, I've got her", Franco dismissed them before looking at you again, "are you okay?", he asked worriedly.

"Of course", you attempted to speak firmly even though you were sure your face said it all. Your mother always told you you weren't a great liar.

Franco didn't seem to be convinced either, and ignoring your words, he bent down to check your knee, "you should sit so it doesn't swell up, and ice it too", he stated, tapping his shoulders for you to support your weight in them and help hoist you up on the stool.

"I'll go get some ice", Olivia offered.

As she excused herself, Franco gingerly touched your knee, fearing that he would hurt you even more, "is this fine?".

"It's not terrible, but it's hurting, like, it's a pulsation", you winced as he squeezed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Franco apologised, "just needed to check that it's not broken".

"You don't need to stay here, Olivia is coming back already", you added, watching the rest of the guys back on the pool table after you assured you were fine all things considered.

"You're the only one I care about, the rest can wait", Franco spoke.

"Look at that group over there", you pointed with your eyes, "wouldn't you prefer to hang out with them?".

The balloons let you know it was one of the girl's 20th birthday, and judging by the way they were looking in your direction, they noticed you too. Or Franco, you assumed.

"I've told you, I don't care about them, now where is the ice?", he muttered, looking around in hopes of spotting your friend in the darkened room.

"She's coming back", you pointed out.

The ice pack seemed to help relieve the pain and perhaps help with the bruising you were sure was going to take over your knee, "Franco, you can go be with the guys, I'll be fine", you reassured him again, "or be with the girls over there, they're very keen on you", you nudged.

Franco looked up at you, his gaze intense and serious, "those girls don't interest me", he replied, "you're the only one I care about".

There it was again.

"Don't say that", you tried to push it away before it dwelled on, "they're all very pretty, your age I'm sure".

Franco smiled softly as his eyes remained fixated on you, "who I pay attention to is you, you're the one I've always paid attention to", he spoke, not caring about the fact that Olivia was right there as she seemed distracted, "I don't care about their age or what they do. They're not you, and I want to be with you, so I'll stay here with you", he stated.

You heart took a lep, and even though you wished you could say something rational, something that made sense, the way he was looking into your eyes didn't let you. There was honesty and sincerity that never seemed to fail and that you could never ignore.

"Let me help you", Franco spoke softly, "right now, you're the only thing worrying me".

Hesitating, you allowed him to adjust the ice pack and keep talking to you about random stuff to take your mind away from the state of your knee, and for the first time in a while, it felt good to let someone else take care of you.

.

"Do you really think that we won't workout because of our age difference?", Franco spoke.

Mark and Olivia went to get coffee for all of you and left you and Franco on the picnic blanket to save the spot and keep your belongings safe. The plan for the afternoon was to enjoy the sun outside and while you were sure your bestfriend had something to do with this whole arrangement, you decided to let it slip and focus on relaxing for the afternoon.

"What?", you mused.

"You always point out that you're older than me, and whenever I make any advances, which I assume you're not too blind about, you never say yes, but don't say no either", he offered, "is it an obstacle?".

"We're good, aren't we?", you spoke.

"We could be better", Franco spoke and he supported his torso on his hands on his sides, "do you know how much I care about you?".

"We're friends", you replied.

"And you're telling me we couldn't be more?", Franco wondered.

"You have so many things to do still, I can't imagine you'd want to be tied to a 24 year old with a job and mundane responsibilities", you chuckled.

"Is that what it is? Do you really think our age difference is an obstacle?", he spoke softly.

"I can't say with such certainty", you mumbled.

"Can I keep on showing you that it isn't?", Franco spoke.

"I'm very stubborn", you recalled, "and I don't want you to waste your time".

"I'm not going to pressure you, but I'm not going to stop trying to show you how much you mean to me - you're very important in my life, Y/N".

.

"Did you salt the water already?", Franco asked as he grabbed the pasta from the cupboard.

"I did", you told him as you chopped the peppers and onions to add to the sizzling pan.

Franco happened to be around the area for lunch, and after he saw your story about being on your own, playfully claiming that Olivia had abandoned you, he offered to keep you company. Taking Olivia's advice that you should give him a chance and explore what you felt for eachother, you invited him over for lunch.

"Can I ask you something?", Franco asked as he dried his hands on the kitchen towell, throwing it to you so you could do the same.

"Now I'm worried...", you joked, "but sure, go ahead".

The smell of garlic browning in the pan filled the kitchen as you added the rest of the veggies, and you could feel the driver's eyes watching you. Up until now, the atmosphere was light, but there was an unspoken tension at the prospect of the question.

Franco couldn’t take it anymore. He was spending time with you whenever he could, getting closer little by little, but he felt there was a wall. A wall that you held strong, despite your shared glances and conversations that often stretched into the night.

“Why…”, he paused for a second, as if he was choosing his words carefully, “why do you keep pushing me away?”.

You stopped stirring the pan, slowly setting down the spoon aside and turned to face him.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked even though you knew exactly what he meant.

Franco turned fully to face you, his eyes fixed on yours, “You know what I’m talking about,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, "I’ve been trying to… get closer to you. You know how I feel about you, but every time I take a step toward you, you back away. There’s something you’re not saying, and I want to understand why, and if it's the age thing...", Franco let it out.

You sighed, fiddling with your hands as you gathered your thoughts.

“It’s not simple", you murmured, looking down at your feet.

"Then explain it to me", Franco's voice was calm, but insistent, "because from my side, it seems very simple. I like you. You like me, or at the very least you don't seem to hate me and…”, he hesitated, leaning a little closer, "whatever is stopping you… I can deal with it, we can talk about it".

Your heart raced as you looked up at him, "the age difference", you began hesitantly, “we’re from different worlds, different lives. You have so many options, people around you who… who are more in your vibe and in the line of life you can have. I’ve been through things you haven’t even begun to experience. What makes you think this… us, would be a good idea?", you mused.

Franco took a deep breath, taking a step closer until he was almost touching you, “What makes me think this would be a good idea? That we may have something to explore here? Have a shot at something good together?”, he repeated, looking directly into your eyes, "because every time I’m with you, I feel like I’m in the right place. Because no matter how much you think age is relevant, for me, what matters is how you make me feel. I’m not interested in anyone else, because you’re the one I want to explore these feelings with".

You fell silent, feeling his words invade her defenses. No one ever stood up for you like this.

“Age?”, he continued, "That doesn’t scare me. What scares me is losing you for a reason that, in the end, has no bearing on how I feel about you. You're so amazing and I don't want to lose that".

You bit your lip, feeling yourself wavering between the logic you had always used as a shield and what Franco was doing to your heart at that moment.

He took another step forward and gently placed his hand over yours, “I just need you to tell me… is it really age, or is it something more? Because if it’s just that… then we have a lot more to gain than we have to lose.”

You looked at his hand on hers and, for the first time, let yourself relax a little, allowing your brain to consider the possibility.

“What if it doesn’t go well?”, you whispered, voice hesitant and full of vulnerability, "I don't want to make a promise I can't keep, and I haven't let myself explore these feelings yet and... I don't want to hurt you, Franco".

"Y/N", he sighed softly with unexpected tenderness, “What if it does?", he smiled, "I'm not going to pressure you, and from the moment you tell me that there's no interest, I'll stop and we can remain friends. What I'm asking you is that you consider it first... take your time, I'll wait".

In a moment of confidence, Franco cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead, and for that moment you allowed your wall to lower a little more.

.

The good thing about the hot temperatures outside was that most people had taken their Saturday plans to the beach or the pool, so there was less traffic on your way home. You parked your car in the building's underground garage and went up the stairs to the floor where the apartment you share with Olivia is. Judging by how late you left work, your best friend must be home given that she has the free afternoon on Saturdays.

Turning the key in the lock and opening the door, you find a completely dark apartment, which is strange considering you left the blinds half open this morning to let in sunlight. As soon as you step inside, closing the front door behind you, you're surprised by lights that suddenly turn on and a chorus of voices singing the Happy Birthday song.

You hadn't felt in the right mood to celebrate your birthday this year, given and the changes from studying and the stress of your new job, so to say you were caught off guard by this surprise was an understatement. You had told Olivia that you could have something special for dinner to celebrate the day, and while she insisted a little more, she ended up dropping the subject. And you thought that meant the had agreed to your simple plans - that morning, she caught you when you were having your breakfast, wished you happy birthday and gave your her gift, a very simple necklace with a medal with your initial in it, and didn't make any more fuss.

You definitely didn't expect her to be preparing a surprise like this for you.

Besides Olivia and Mark, Franco is the first person you see in the living room of your apartment - which makes you feel a little bad about yourself considering you hadn't even told him that today was your birthday. Besides the three of them, Maria and Julia, your two closest friends from school, were also present, as well as Pedro, one of your best friends from high school that moved to another city, and as it turns out, came all the way to your party.

When the chanting ends, Olivia approaches you with the cake so that you can blow out the candles, everyone's attention still on you. You know you should say something, but right now, you were completely surprised, and talking under pressure was never your strongest suit.

"Thank you everyone!", is all you can say at first, earning laughs from your friends.

You rolled up the blinds, as they had been down so the surprise had full effect and opened the windows, allowing the air to circulate as everyone gathered in the living room, picking at the foods and drinking on the table you were sure were Olivia's doing for the small celebration.

She is the first one you turn to, tapping her shoulder softly.

"I know... I know you said you weren't in the mood to celebrate, but I thought that this is actually what you need - being with the people that adore you and care about you", Olivia goes first before you can utter out a word, "so, please, just enjoy this, okay?".

"Thank you, Liv", you smiled as you pulled her into a hug, "I can't believe that you went through all this trouble".

"It wasn't too much trouble, and Franco helped a lot", she answered, "the guy didn't even know what day your birthday was, Y/N... That's cruel!", she jokes, to which you roll your eyes.

"I probably forgot about that detail", you answer with a giggle, "thanks again".

"Stop being annoying and enjoy it", your best friend says, joining her boyfriend Mark's and Pedro's conversation.

You take the opportunity to greet Mark and then Pedro, who you haven't seen in person for a long time, "I can't believe you came all this way for this!", you exclaim.

"Of course I came! Olivia told me all the news and not only could I not miss your birthday, but I couldn't not come at a time like this", Pedro explains, "besides, how long has it been since we've been together in person?".

"Too long", you reply with a smile on your lips.

"Exactly! We need to catch up!", your friend exclaims, earning your agreement, "but go greet the rest of your guests first and we'll talk more later", he squeezed your shoulder.

You approach Maria and Julia, hugging them both tight. Although you finished your master's degree as they finished their undergraduate just over a year ago, you hadn't seen each other very often since then as work kept you all busy.

"I'm so happy you're here!", you smile, feeling genuinely happy at having all your people together in one room.

"We couldn't miss it. Besides, we've been missing you so much - you were truly a mother to us and I miss being coddled by you -, and we've already noticed that there's news you haven't been telling us...", Julia comments, wiggling her eyebrows and sharing a suggestive smile with Maria.

"What are you talking about?", you wondered with a quirked brow.

"You don't know? I'll tell you then! About Franco Colapinto!", she snickered, "you didn't tell us you were that close", Maria says.

You're quick to roll your eyes - a common response at her usual antics over the years -, "I told you we were friends", you recall.

"Yes, but we didn't know you were that close!", Julia insists.

"I see your annoying curiosity hasn't ceased", you joked, rolling your eyes again, "Anyway, thanks for being here, I really appreciate it", you joined your hands over your heart before excusing yourself.

Your eyes are quick to search for Franco, but you can't find him in the room. A few seconds later, you spot him returning from the hallway, assuming he had gone to the bathroom or had to take a phone call.

"I should be mad at you for conveniently forgetting to tell me when it was your birthday...", Franco starts, to which you shrug your houlders, trying to put on your best angelic and innocent face.

"I know, I'm sorry... with everything going on, I barely had time to think what month we were on and I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about it to be honest", you explained, "but I must confess I'm happy Olivia arranged this, and I know you helped a lot, so thank you so much, Franco".

"I get, I was just messing with you", he smiles, "and you don't have to thank me for it, you know I'll always do anything to see you happy".

"I know, and that's why I am so grateful", you smiled back.

"Might as well give you the present I got you now", Franco points out, "give me two seconds so I can get it from where Mark told me to put it so it wouldn't be in the way of Olivia's plans and before she started staring at me with her 'I'm going to chop your head off' eyes", he chuckled.

You nodded and waited long enough for Franco to pick up a bag and give it to you, " I racked my brain to decide what I should gift you, because nothing seemed good enough, but I hope you like this".

Undoing the bow keeping the paper bag together, you found a copy of your favourite book with a collectable cover. The intricate detailing of the golden foil complimented the colours beautifully and there was a bookmark inside it, the little tassel falling to the side. Taking it to inspect it closely, you read the delicate lettering Don't lose the sparkle that makes you.. you.

"Wow, Franco", you gasped, completely enamoured by the beauty of it all, "this is spot on, I love it!", you exclaimed, hugging him.

"I'm glad", Franco smiles, jokingly wiping sweat off his forehead and making you laugh.

"Have you met my friends?", you wondered.

"Yes, Olivia did all the introductions", the driver answers.

"Good, let's find out what they're going on about", you suggested, setting the present back in a safe place and pulling Franco with you to join the rest of the group.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and early evening chatting, while you eat and drink the things that Franco and Olivia kindly prepared, and playing some board games. At the end of it, you end up having a really good time, in a way that you haven't in a while, feeling really grateful that Olivia had prepared this surprise. Without knowing it, this was exactly what you needed: your friends and some good moments of relaxation.

"Are you leaving already?", you ask Pedro when the young engineer announces his departure.

"I still have to drive back, Y/N, remember?", he reminds you, earning a nod, "but don't worry your heart too much, I'll keep bothering you with messages and calls and stuff... You won't get rid of me that easily".

"Fine by me!", you smiled at him, "thanks for coming, truly!".

"You have nothing to thank me for. I'll be here any time if you need me - I'm a phone call away", he reminds you, "Are you okay?".

"Of course", you smiled, "let me know when you get home, okay?".

"I will. I had a great time meeting you guys today", Pedro waves at everyone, "until next time!", before leaving the apartment.

At around 10pm, Maria and Julia also announce that they need to leave since they would have an early morning. You bid them goodbye to your friends with the promise of a lunch whenever you could find the time to catch up.

"Don't tell me you're chickening out now and going home too?", a slightly tipsy Olivia teases Franco as he got up from the his spot in the sofa.

"I've already told you that I have the day off tomorrow, my friend", Franco teased her back, getting you and Mark to laugh.

"Let's play another round then", Mark suggested, "since there's only four of us now, we can split into two teams and play Party & Co.".

"This is a recipe for disaster if I have ever seen one", you muttered, "Olivia is a terrible loser and you are a racing driver".

"That's why you should want to have me on your team, I'm used to competing", Franco argued in his favor.

"Strong point, argument accepted. Let's do it!", you declared.

During the game, Olivia ends up making up consequences for those who make mistakes, making everyone drink a few sips of their drinks and even Franco joins in with these punishments, arguing that today is an exceptional day to his usual regime.

By the end of the first game, it's clear that you're all drunk, so you make the responsible and sensible decision not to play anymore. Mark and Olivia end up retiring to the room, leaving you with Franco in the living room.

"I hope they don't make too much noise", you point out as you adjust your position on the sofa so that you're facing Franco, making him burst out laughing at your words, "What?! I'm not telling any lies! Have you imagined how uncomfortable it would be for us to be here and hear them having a baby making practice session?".

"You're right, you're right. I hope they don't make much noise", Franco repeats your words and, this time, you both laugh, "So... did you and Pedro date in high school?".

"Did he tell you that?", you ask, unable to contain your giggles.

"Yes, why? Is it a lie?", Franco asks.

"Half, half", you answered with a gesture.

"How is something half half a lie? It's either the truth or a lie", Franco states.

"I had a crush on Pedro, I tried my luck, but nothing ever happened between us", you admitted, deliberately pausing briefly before continuing, "Because Pedro is gay, Franco, and he was clearly making fun of you", you finally let out a laugh that's been bubbling up since he first asked you.

"Are you serious?", Franco mused.

"Yes. Apparently, he found a weak spot in you and decided to exploit it", you answered amused by the situation that must've enrolled when you weren't home yet.

"A weak spot? Nah... We were talking and he just dropped it, I have no idea why", Franco said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What were you talking about?", you wondered.

"Considering we were at your birthday party... We were talking about you", the brown-haired man answers.

"Please continue", you encouraged.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Y/N Y/L/N", Franco declared, but your glare was enough for him to keep going, "He asked me how we met and I told him. And then he told me about you. And he clearly told me a lie".

"Does it make you feel relieved that it's a lie?", you spoke before thinking properly about it. The sudden courage is unusual for you, but you're playing with all your cards on the table.

"I don't know what you're getting at, Y/N", the driver changes the subject, which makes you roll your eyes.

"I know you undertand it, stop acting like you don't. It's a yes or no question - are you relieved or not?!", you insist.

"Honestly? It doesn't do much. If it were true, it would be something from your past, not your present. We both have a past", Franco responds in a somewhat evasive manner.

"But it could be my present again, especially since he was here today", you decided to insist, wanting to understand how far you could push him.

You weren't sure about the game you were playing, and you couldn't quite say that you were thinking clearly, but this feeling of dominance and being in control was enjoyable. Understanding that this was making Franco uncomfortable also made you realize that he wasn't so sure about talking about what he felt for you. The part of you that wants to understand what he really feels for you is ignited, and you can't tame it down.

After the conversation you had, Franco didn't make any advances and never showed that he wanted more than a friendship, which, in a way, left you at ease, but also perhaps a little disappointed. Had he realised that you weren't worth it?

"Honestly, I don't know what you're getting at...", Franco pretends not to understand again, which makes you sigh loudly, "What's wrong?".

"What I'm trying to understand is if what he said to you bothered you or not. And if so, why. But clearly you are not ready to admit it", you state.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N... You're trying to cross a very complicated line", he warns.

"Why?", you keep going.

"Because you asked for time and space and I gave it to you. And now you're trying to cross a line that I've been trying not to cross, because I'm trying to respect your wishes", Franco answers, this time sincerely.

"That's true, I asked you for time and space and you gave it to me. And I appreciate it", you begin, "but... I know I'm getting closer to that line, maybe I'm even playing a dangerous game too, but I'm doing it consciously".

"What if you're not ready for my honest answers?", Franco argues.

"Well, that's a me problem, isn't it?", you shrugged your shoulders, "can I ask my questions and get back honest answers?", and Franco's answer comes out in form of an unhappy sigh followed by a nod of agreement, "did what Pedro told you bother you? Did it bother you to think that we had dated and that he was back here?".

"Like I told you, we both have a past", Franco avoids the question. Tries to, anyway.

"Honest answers, Franco!", you exclaimed, pleading in exasperation, "of course we have a past, but I'm not going to give the past a shot and I think you won't do again what you did before! With Pedro, it would be different, because if we had dated and he was here, that would mean we had a good relationship. So, I'm going to repeat the question again, and I want you to give me an honest answer - did it bother you or not?".

"It bothered me!", Franco suddenly exclaim, "do you want honest? Here it goes! Yes, it bothered me exactly because of what you just said. Even if, by some act of the devil, your other boyfriend came back into your life, I know for a fact that he would never have another chance with you. However, if you had dated Pedro and if he was here today, it meant that he had a chance with you. And if he had a chance with you, then he was someone I would have to look at as competition".

"And now that you know that there never was and there never could be anything between me and Pedro?", you ask him.

"It makes me feel a little less worried. It means that I still have time to try to continue to mend the damage that others have caused, it means that I can still work to show you how much you mean to me and how high I hold you in my life", Franco replies in a calm and honest tone, which surprises you.

Faced with his words, this time, you are the one who doesn't know what to say. You did ask for honesty and there it was.

"You wanted honest answers...", Franco argues, as if he could guess what was on your mind. Lately, it seemed like he could do it effortlessly.

"I know, I'm not complaining", you admitted, "Does that mean that what you feel for me goes beyond friendship?", you ask directly. You needed to hear it from his mouth.

"What can my answer change in our relationship?", Franco asks, not answering your question.

"Nothing. I won't walk away from you this time, I promise. I just need to know", you clarified.

"Do you really want me to be one hundred percent honest with you?", Franco asks.

"Yes, please", you ask.

"Yes, what I feel for you goes beyond friendship. I tried not to let it be like that, I tried to pretend that I wasn't falling in love with you, but there's no way to control what we feel", he declares honestly without ever stopping to fix his gaze on yours, "Every time I look at you, I see someone with whom I can imagine a future... And I know how hasty this may seem, and I know your reservations about us, but it's simply how I feel. You asked me to be honest and I'm being as honest as I can... But I don't want to lose you, Y/N. In fact, I can't lose you, because, the moment that happens, I think I'll end up losing myself too", Franco stated.

His words leave you completely disarmed, not knowing what to say. Looking at it, you don't think anyone has ever said something like that to you. The words overwhelm you and there doesn't seem to be a right thing to tell him back.

"Can we just forget I said all this?", Franco says, "I don't want things to get awkward between us".

"But I don't want to forget it", you answer quickly, "It was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me".

Judging it by Franco's expression, he was also caught off guard by your words, probably because he thought this would change your relationship again and brung unwanted distance between you.

Truth was, you weren't going to run away anymore. You didn't want to, and you couldn't do it.

Yes, you were scared, but you knew you need to move on. The comfort zone can be very good, but no boat was made to stay at the dock and you needed to drop the anchor and launch yourself into the unknown. Besides, you know that, in a few years time, you won't like to look back and regret what you didn't do.

"Can I ask you the question back, then?", Franco tries and you nod, "Is what you feel for me just friendship? Or something more?".

"I don't have an answer as assertive and confident as yours, but I know that I look at you and I don't see you just as a friend. You are very special to me, Franco. You are the person I want to talk to about everything, the good and the bad. You are the person who I know will never judge me, who will always try to understand me and help me. After all, you were the first person I was able to trust one hundred percent", you admit, "and I'm still figuring out how I'm supposed to allow myself to believe in love again after everything that happened, but I really wish you were by my side on this journey... That you would make me believe in love again", you offered.

"I don't like to make promises, Y/N/N, but there's one thing I'm absolutely sure of - I'll do everything in my power to make you believe in love again", Franco says, pulling you into his lap and embracing you in a hug that makes you feel safer than ever.

.

When Franco called you and asked if you could join him in the park, you were quick to let him know you were leaving work and heading to meet him. The past two weeks had been crazy with him travelling to races and you visiting your family, so texting had become the way you found to maintain contact.

As soon as you spot him by the trees, you walk a little faster, hugging him as soon as you are able to, "can I say that I've missed you?", you joked.

"I missed you loads, so I think it's only fair you tell me", he smiled, "Hi, how was your day?", he asked as he squeezed you against him.

"I missed you", you spoke, "and it was good, better now that I'm here".

Lately, your walls had lowered progressively - Franco's reassurance and a constant defiance of your thoughts had helped you break down the worries you had. Olivia pointed it out, everyone noticed how much happier you were, and even Franco could sense you were feeling more comfortable.

You end up sitting so close to each other that your knees touch and you rest your arm on Franco's and let your head fall on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a few seconds and just inhaling his scent.

"I...", Franco begins but soon stops before saying anything else.

"What is it?", you ask, raising your head to look at him.

"Nothing, nevermind", he shrugs.

"I don't like it when people say that to me. If you were going to say something, don't tell me to forget about it", you state firmly, "Whatever you were going to say, you can say it. Always. I will never judge anything you tell me. I know you, okay, Franco?".

"Yes, but...", he sighs, "I think I'm missing the courage".

"Please, just say it!", you exclaim, starting to get anxious and worried about his hesitation, "Is it something serious? Is there a problem?".

"No, nothing like that!", he clarified.

"Okay, then...", you encouraged.

"It's about a conversation I had with my mother", he says and, although you don't say a word, your expression lets him know he can continue, "about you".

"About me?", you ask curiously.

"She doesn't know it's you, but... It was about us and about what I feel for you", he offers.

At these words, your heart suddenly accelerates, "she told me that life is supposed to be lived and that..", he gulps.

You remain silent, because you don't know if ot what your supposed to answer. There's nervousness and anxiety as you're not sure exactly where this conversation is going to end up at.

"We can't predict the future, we don't know how much time we have", Franco spoke, "what I mean by this is that I've been thinking that, many times, we waste time on things that, perhaps, don't make that much sense. And I think I've been wasting some time in the sense that I've wanted to do things calmly, I've wanted to respect your time and I think I'm the one who's been afraid of taking the next step. I'm too afraid of losing you, but I'm wasting time and we never know when it is too late".

Part of you knows where Franco is going with this, but the other one doesn't fully understand what he's trying to say.

You're nervous, your heart feels like it's beating out of control and there's a lump in your throat. Despite not crying often, you feel the tears right at the back of your eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

"I'm not particularly good with words, Y/N, but what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm madly in love with you. Damn, I'm trying to tell you that I love you. And I know you're scared and I'm scared, because there have been bad experiences, and because what we have is very special and neither of us wants to ruin it. But I think we're wasting time apart when we could make the most of this time together", Franco continues, "I believe we were very lucky to have found each other when we did. I think we had the perfect timing. And every time I look at you, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have found you. I love you, Y/N, and I want to be with you one hundred percent", the brown-haired man stops his speech as if to catch his breath, and then concludes, "That is if you want to be with me, obviously".

What can you say to someone who declares themselves to you in this way? What do you say to someone who has told you everything? How can you say something that comes even close to what you just heard?

"Did I misunderstand everything and after all you don't like me the same way, is that it?", Franco asks, "it's just, your texts and the way you talk, feels like you do".

The insecurity in his voice is the trigger you need for the words to simply come out of your mouth without having to think much about them, "No, it's nothing like that!", you exclaim, "It's just that it's hard for me to say anything after everything you said. I don't want you to doubt for even a second what I feel for you, Franco. I know I haven't been the best person to express my feelings, because when we say things out loud, they become real. And I was so afraid to admit the truth, so much so that I preferred not to say it. But you're right. Life changes in the blink of an eye and it doesn't make sense to keep leaving things unsaid or undone and wasting time. I'm in love with you, Franco. A part of me has wished, since the moment you made an effort for me, that I could have someone like that by my side, willing to protect me, take care of me and be there for me. I have no doubt that my life has changed for the better because you came into it. And I should have told you all this sooner, because you deserve to hear all this and much more. You are an extraordinary person and you deserve to be happy. And I want to be able to make you happy", you stop for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and gathering all the courage in the world to say the dreaded words out loud, "I love you and there is nothing I want more in this world than to be with you and be your girlfriend".

Despite all the nervousness you felt when expressing your feelings, the relief that follows leaves you feeling like a weight was lifted off your shoulder. Suddenly, you understand that fear paralyzes people and prevents them from moving forward.

The fear of not being enough for Franco, that he couldn't possibly have a girlfriend older than him and the fear that he would suffer from that was what was holding you back, stopping you from being happy. Now that you got that off your chest, that you said what you feel out loud, you realise you're ready to be happy again with someone else.

The smile that appears on Franco's lips makes your day. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you towards him, pressing your lips together.

You close your eyes and savour every second of the moment: from the way his hand is resting on your waist, while the other caresses your cheek, to the way his lips slide over your and your tongues touch.

When you break the kiss, needing to breathe, you keep your eyes closed for a fraction of a second, enjoying the sensation his lips left on yours.

"I have something to ask of you", you say, opening your eyes.

Franco's arm continues wrapped around you and you remain very close to him without moving, appreciating the closeness.

"Whatever you want", Franco says.

"Don't give up on me. Whenever I try to push you away, pull me to you. Whenever I yell at you because I'm angry, hug me. If I don't answer your texts or calls, look for me. When I feel too insecure, remind me that I'm the only one and how lucky I am to have you. If I'm giving up on us, kiss me and remind me why I shouldn't give up. And I know this is asking too much, but I know you love me enough to do this, to stay with me. I promise to do the same with you, to never give up", you declare.

"I promise, mi amor. I'll never give up on you, not even if you ask me to", Franco smiles as you cup his cheek, bringing your faces closer once again to kiss him.

[i-loved-silly]

WAIT, IDEA. imagine mud x gn reader...BUT THE READER IS ALMOST JUST LIKE HIM. like, professional assassin, cocky and well-dressed,,, the SHENANIGANS the two would go through heheheehheh,,,,,,,,,,,,,

omgomgg these are my favorite headcanons. I NEED HIM SO BAF! I could have kept going on and on for this request. tysm :3

MUD X READER WITH SIMILAR PERSONALITY

Mud is used to being the slippery one in the room, at all times. He's sneaky, mischievous, and USUALLY no one notices him when he's doing his stuff. So when he first sees you -- almost a reflection of himself -- it's thrilling in a way. You know your way around with weapons and you know it, dressed like you've got a job to complete, and you're a quick thinker. He's already thinking about how good you'd look as a couple.

One-upping eachother and banter is a love language between you two. He especially loves the banter. However, he WILL be grumbling if you steal his kill. He'll act unimpressed that you acted before he did, shoving down your gun with one hand and aiming with his to take your spot, ignoring your scowl.

"Careful now, hun. Ya' keep showin' off like that, and I'll start gettin' jealous. This one's mine."

Like I said, constant one-upping. You're constantly stealing each other's kills before the other, cussing each other out. Threatening each other over small things. (never acting upon them) If it takes you three shots to hit someone? He'll try to do it in two. With his eyes shut. You see him steal a couple of wallets from the rotlings in the shop? You steal them right out of his pocket again and wave them in his face.

"Keep up, Muddy. You're getting too easy."

"Wha--!? You slippery bastard.."

"Love you too!"

To others your relationship looks a bit conflicting and probably toxic. Maybe sometimes...but I swear you two love each other. It's a bit more fun when you both are doing risky things together for the sake of it.

PDA is basically borderline abusive LMAO. You both insist you aren't going soft, but have to let people know how to not make any moves somehow. He'll be talking and pulling an arm around your shoulder, suddenly pulling you close. You slam into his side and he has the NERVE to ruffle your hair with the bone of his fingers. You'll elbow him right in the ribs for it, to which he busts out laughing.

"Ya' really know how to make a fella feel loved," as he's wheezing.

Ooooo and if you're all dressed up? He loves that about you. The Gaslight District may be nasty but he can always appreciate a good outfit. If he particularly likes your outfit or you're wearing something new (polished shoes, clean coat, shiny pistol,etc) his jaw literally drops. His cig nearly slips out onto the floor while he gives you the slowest once-over, whistling low. He tips his little stupid (<3) hat and approaches you as if he's never seen you before.

"Well aren't you lookin' dapper. I'd marry ya' right now if I didn't think you'd shoot me for askin'."

When you two are behind closed doors, things get toned down a bit. In small moments, the relationship is still playful. You're both sitting together, you'll throw your tired legs over his lap and he'll groan about it, even as he settles his palm against your calf. He'll do the same to you another day, you threaten to break his knees. He dares you. You grumble and look away, both of you looking more domestic than you ever have while sharing that cramped old couch.

Finally!! On missions, the two of you are professional. Deadly pair, if your playfulness doesn't get ahead of you. You'll constantly be yelled at by Ken if you two are messing around, foolishly shooting everywhere while yelling at each other. And yet, he does a great job of protecting you. If anyone messes with you, his gun is already raised before you have the chance to pull out yours. Yeah, you can take care of yourself AND him, but he wants to be the one to put a bullet through their skull first. Isn't he so dreamy!!

He also swoons at the sight of you covered in purple blood to be honest. How could he not be a little freak? Kissing you after a good mission, still covered in grime and blood, just hits different.