#like ok maybe i will have a fling w her!

[badblondebisexualboy]

Brother

Platonic!Winchester!Brothers x Teen!Male!Reader (Supernatural)

Abbreviations:

Y/N: Your Name

'Thoughts'

Actions

Warnings: mean Dean?, OOC characters?, fear of abandonment, misunderstandings, probable misinformation, messed up timeline? Hmu if I missed anything.

Dialogue Prompt: “You’re fine. (We’re) I’m taking you home”

Requested by: no one

A/N: this feels rushed. The ending is bad, the apology is shitty, and overall I feel I could do better. Give me some ideas and constructive criticism.

Song Suggestion

3rd Person POV

Y/N: Come on guys... you can't keep me here forever just because I’m your little brother. Please let me out. I wanna go on adventures with my big bros too...

Dean: No it's dangerous.

Sam: You could get hurt, and we don't want dad up our ass about it.

Dean: stern Sam... Anyways, Y/N, I feel like you'll just be a burden on us during the hunts. you don't know how to handle yourself, you don't know how to fight, you've never taken a hit, nor did you ever care to listen to dad's instructions when he was telling you why this is dangerous. so no. you won't be coming with us. And Sam, we have to go.

Sam: That was harsh dean.

Dean: he wouldn't listen otherwise

they walk out, leaving Y/N alone in the trailer Y/N: speechless

Y/N: g-guys but I-

The door was shut

Y/N: sigh so this is what he thinks of me… a burden…

half hearted chuckle Y/N just goes to the kitchen, prepares food for the boys, and goes to sleep. After the hunt, sounds of things falling to the floor Y/N jolts awake

Y/N: w-who's there??

Sam: it's us. Don’t worry.

Y/N runs downstairs to check up on them

Y/N: holy sh- guys, sit down I'll get the first aid

Y/N first patches up Sam and then goes to Dean

Y/N: Sam, your food is in the fridge, eat it.

Y/N sits in front of dean, and starts cleaning his cuts

Dean: Ow careful!

Y/N: flinch sorry… finishes with aiding your food is also in the fridge.

Dean: ……

Y/N: do you hear me Dean? make sure you eat ok?

Dean just nods

Y/N: 'so now he won't even answer me... great' sighs and goes back to his room.

Author POV

For the first time in a long time, Y/N cried himself to sleep. He thought he found a family, but maybe his mother was right… maybe she was just a fling to John Winchester, and maybe Y/N was just an unwanted kid… and maybe that’s the reason Dean hated him, because his father cheated on his mother with Y/N’s… maybe Sam was just sympathizing with him… maybe Sam hated him too… he slipped into sleep with these thoughts in mind. But it didn’t take long for him to wake up because he heard thump. A grave mistake he did was to peek out the door. He saw some kind of a creature dragging Sam down the stairs. And with the new found courage, he ran and jumped on its back. The creature picked him up, and knocked him out. Before blacking out though, he had the energy to yell out his eldest brother’s name, “DEAANNN!!”

Y/N POV

The next thing I remember was waking up in a dimly lit room

Chuckle.

Startled by the chuckle, he yelled out into the darkness, “W-who’s there??” an equally startled Sam replied, “Y/N!!? what are you doing here??” “S-Sam! Are you okay??” Sam hesitantly replied, “yes… how did you end up here?” “I saw that thing taking you and jumped it… maybe it took me too” a new voice jumped into the conversation, “well well… if it isn’t for the younger Winchester and that rat of a brother” I knew who they were referring to, but chose to keep quiet. The stranger continued, “heard your mom died before sending you to her cheater husband, Y/N?” that made my blood boil, but it was the truth nonetheless. “Fine, if I don’t get any reply, I shall get started, separate them.” Someone came and took Sam somewhere. I was scared, I didn’t know what they were gonna do to both of us. My train of thought was cut short when they blindfolded me… oh shit. Here we go. “Don’t worry kid, we won’t touch you. You were an unexpected catch. We plan on talking.” That gave me a false sense of security. Upon not hearing anything from me, the stranger continued, “the hunter community heard a lot about you, kid. The outcome of a fling of John Winchester and Amanda Collins, was it?” my mom’s name piqued my interest. “M-my mom… how do you know her?.” Feeling accomplished with himself on making me talk, he just chuckled, “most of the hunter community knows, the word spreads quick around here kid. And how is it going with your brothers? Heard your old man passed recently, my condolences by the way” he knew way too much about everything going on… it put me on edge. “how do you know about all of this, are you a hunter too? If so why did you take Sam? What did they do to you??” “Okay okay kid, you’re talking too much. Let me…” he gags me!! I mumble incoherent words. “now kiddo, just listen to me. You are just a side quest in this for us. You weren’t even supposed to be here, but now that you are, we have to figure out what we’ll do with you. So shut the fuck up and stay where you are.” and he left. For what felt like hours, I stayed there. in the dimly lit, quiet, creepy room.

Timeskip, few hours

It felt agonizing. I had all sorts of thoughts running through my mind. It physically exhausted me. I felt hopeless… was Dean ever gonna come for me..? did he take Sam and leave already?? Does he know I’m here? Does he care? I mean he did call me a burden.. maybe it is better if he leaves me here. I wouldn’t have to be-

SLAM

The door slammed open, I could hear hurried footsteps, and soon my gag and blindfold was off. “You’re fine. We’re taking you home” and before I could process anything, I blacked out…

Time skip back home

My eyes fluttered open, and I was back in my bedroom. Was it all a dream? After a while of just laying in my bed, I walked out to the kitchen. I could hear… arguing?

Sam: “he only went to save me Dean! You can’t scold him for that. Come on man… he’s still a kid…”

Dean: “there are other ways to save someone Sam. Not recklessly going after an unknown entity. We already have enough stuff to deal with. We don’t need him becoming one. And you have to stop being on his side. This will only make him more irresponsible. Now go back to your room and let me go talk to that brat.”

Sam: “But-”

Dean: “no more of that Sam! Get back to your room.”

My breath quickened as I realized Dean was going to check for me in my room. I didn’t wanna get onto his bad side than I already was, so I ran back to my bed and faked sleeping.

Dean: “Y/N, get up. We need to talk.” I was scared, but got up nonetheless.

Y/N: “y-yes dean?”

Dean: “We need to talk about why the hell you did what you did.”

Y/N: “I… I also want to talk to you Dean.” Dean: “sure you go ahead first then”

Y/N: “What is your problem with me?”

Dean: “Sorry?"

Y/N: “why do you hate me? what did I do to you??”

Dean: “I do not hate you. And you did nothing to me. where’s this coming from?”

Y/N: “all those times you pushed me aside, talked to me like I was a rag, all those times you did not consider my feelings… even today in the morning and just a few minutes ago…”

Dean: “…I”

Y/N: “do you hate me because I’m not your own brother? Or do you hate me because dad… cheated on your mom with mine”

Dean: “that’s enough! I do not.. hate you. Yes, I had a strong dislike towards you… but now I don’t even have that. I’m worried. I never took care of a 16 year old… Sam left for college when he was 16… and I never knew how to do it. You just got left with us… and then dad… sigh I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I hate you. I do not. I… I see a younger Sam in you… that’s why I’m scared. Whatever happens to you is my responsibility.”

Y/N: “…You do not have to do it alone. I and Sam are always with you. You don’t always have to know what to do.”

Dean: “I’m sorry… can you forgive me?”

Y/N: “it will take time, but I’m sure I will. For now, let’s go eat something… together…”

Sam: “I already ordered take out, let’s watch something?.”

Y/N: “race me to the TV?”

We sprinted out of the room, laughing and trying to trip each other. This felt like home… it felt nice.

~ X THE-END X ~

[theautisticcentre]

NEGLECTED (I)

Shuri x GN! Reader

Summary: Shuri and you are dating, but Shuri's been neglecting you for the past few months. When you try to give her a gift, she takes it...less than well.

Warnings: Angst, AU, Shuri being really mean

Notes: Reader is the younger sibling of Thor and Loki; Loki and Heimdall survived Infinity War in this AU; T'Challa is still alive because fuck cancer.

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Dating Shuri's an experience unlike any other. The little in jokes you have, the way she talks and rambles about whatever's on her mind, the way her kisses feel, the dates you two go on...it's an absolute paradise.

That was months ago. In that time, things had taken a turn downhill. At least, from your perspective. Nowadays, you and her rarely have any alone time, as either someone else is there, or, most likely, she was in her lab, working on self drying clothes, or something.

Not just that, but she barely even came to see you when she did have free time. She was seemingly happier with her technology than she was with you. T'Challa and her mother had talked to her about it, with little- scratch that, NO success.

They had both seen how miserable you were becoming, and they tried their best to comfort you, as well as your brothers and Valkyrie. You appreciated their efforts, of course, but that Shuri shaped hole in you still lingered.

Now, you made your way to the lab of the palace with a lovers bracelet you made, and saw, to no one's shock, Shuri working on another invention. You walked down the stairs, and to her floor. "My dearest...can I please have your attention for a second?" Shuri turned her chair to face you, clearly not amused. "Can it wait, my love? I'm busy." "Um, well, I'd prefer it not to." you almost immedi responded.

"Fine. What is it?" She was clearly a tad bit annoyed. "Well...I made you this." You handed the bracelet over to Shuri, who took it and just looked at it. You nervously asked, "So...how is it?" Shuri assessed the bracelet for a few seconds, while you anxiously awaited her answer.

"The craftsmanship is...pretty subpar."

Your heart basically sank. But Shuri only pressed on, "I mean, I could make a better one of these in, like, a minute, at most. No offence, beloved, but your other gifts do follow a similar pattern."

You stammered out, "W-Well, I just thought that maybe you'd-" but she interrupted, "I mean, seriously, when's the last time one of your gifts have been nearly as good as what I make? Hmm?"

"And, while we're at it, why must you pick when I'm clearly working to give me these? I work so hard and so much for Wakanda, yet you still decide to annoy me and give me these! Honestly, it's like you want to annoy me on purpose!"

"I...annoy you," you asked, broken.

"NOW you figure it out! I swear, I can't go a day without having to be interrupted by you! Just because you're of Asgard doesn't give you an excuse! Can I just go one day without your hearing PESTERING voice?!"

Shuri furiously span back around and went back to her work, carelessly flinging the homemade bracelet onto her desk, causing the heart on it to crack a little. Your heart did the same, just the crack was about 1,000,000x bigger.

"Right...I-"

"LEAVE!"

You stepped back in both shock and further heartbreak. You silently nodded, and left the lab. You made your way past Okoye and T'Challa, who wasted no time in noticing the sadness on your face.

"Is everything OK? You look so sad." You smiled as best you could, nodded, then speedwalked out the palace, and out of town to an empty field, before tearfully muttering out, "Heimdall, open the bridge." Just like that, you were blasted by Bifrost, and headed back to New Asgard.

End of Part 1.

[surveillance-0011]

I am over here cracking up over Mux and Giblets and whatever their deal is... I'd love to hear more if u wanna share

ah thank you... it is a very tentative undeveloped idea so i don't have too much but here's what i have + brainstorming in real time

I think it's funny bc it's like. There's the musk-grimes similarities of weird dysfunctional silicon valley romance just without the music making but there's also kind of a jessica-roger rabbit component. Kind of. ever so slightly, probably the closest you can get with the most esoteric of space biology.

Idk where this happens on the timeline. Certainly before HOL but it has to be after Giblets starts to do the Sort of Stuff He Does but before it gets to its worst + he starts getting as paranoid as he is when we see him.

Also I am assuming Giblets had a wife before hand? Something something timeline I think Giblets had Krimothy before Mux but maybe not?? And idk where the Krubis incident fits in w/ this either.

Unless they met + dated way way back as a little fling at the start of their careers or in college or something. but then it's not as funny. There'd be the awkward ex situation then but what really intrigues me is the G3 and every Muxxalon employee looking on in horror as these two start holdin hands and being mushy as all hell

totally infatuated with each other the sort of couple that's sickeningly sweet they give off the vibes of high school sweethearts who have to be held back from making out in the hallways.

Mux is attracted to the mystique of it all. A super genius scientist AND a gang member? She is living the booktok plot of her dreams!

Meanwhile Giblets appreciates her power/status but is also just very infatuated like in general. And he loves how much she loves him. Pretty woman... thinks he's handsome... and he gets to show off how smart he is yay!!

So he shows off and waxes poetic and she swoons and meanwhile she goes and Girlbosses and dotes on him and he's over the moon about it. They love coming up with awful "genius" ideas together and dreaming of the day they rule the galaxy together

And they like seeing the other obliterate merks/muxxalon employees

And... yeah that's the positives, mostly just the novelty and the wow factor.

Between the both of them being... the sort of people they are... corrupt controlling selfish cruel and out of touch... etc etc etc... they do clash a lot. A lot of fighting then kiss and make up sort of situations...

Im just imagining that "pronouns suck" "nooo baby this isn't your heart!!" tweet but Mux is complaining about translator microbes or something and Gibs starts crytyping abt it

Gibs was totally ok with her screwing Gurgula's packages over tho

Far enough into their relationship there's another major fallout on twitter every other week because Mux and Giblets are at it again everyone!!! Grab yer popcorn!!!

The logic these two run on is almost on the same level but everyone else is fucking flabbergasted.

Everyone watching is like. Please break up. divorce. now. Or maybe it is better if you stay and keep each other in this situation.

Krubis has GOT to be their biggest fucking hater or maybe he is just. Trying to not acknowledge that this is happening bc it rises his blood pressure to concerning levels. Or so that he wouldn't say something dumb and end up in Gurgula's situation. Assuming this is before the whole. Sleeping with his wife convincing her to divorce him marrying her then killing her in an experiment thing.

Douglas thinks the whole thing is funny as fuck totally reading twitter over like the morning paper laughing his ass off.

Totally had a kid or pet or robot/lab grown creation with a stupid fucking name. I mean if Krimothy is their kid then maybe Krimothy is a stupid alien name but I love the idea of him being like. A kid and already aware of how fucked this whole situation is

Actually that's sad. That's not funny I don't love that at all. Krim honey I'm so sorry. His mom probably got custody so at least he's watching from afar.

And I think even in their worst moments they do actually. Get each other. In the end I think they understand each other's way of thinking more than others do. In their better moments they might be able to reel each other in...

Like to get a bit serious both seem like the sort of people who Cannot Help But Fuck Up. Mostly bc they don't care about most others but themselves and their pride. But while Mux is very enthralled by the glamor of living wealthily and all her nice ideas Giblets obsesses over science and how he can maintain safety and some semblance of happiness by sabotaging that of others... and I feel there'd have some moment where it. Clicks that they have this in common.

And they do appreciate each others lil quirks! He likes her Elden Ring builds... she likes the way he talks...

I'm assuming the breaking point would be Mux trying to take credit for something Giblets did or Giblets overstepping in his... Gibletness. Somehow. And then she'd feel disrespected by it. Or maybe their horoscopes said they'd break up.

Giblets is a whole can of worms. Because he's smart academically but near socially incapable and prone to spiraling into these. Fucked up self serving actions that ruin lives and shit. He has the mentality of a fucking Fargo character. So I feel it'd probably be his fault the most in the end

ig if there's anything heartwarming about this it would be that since Giblets doesn't mention Mux during that little speech they ended on good enough terms or were able to reconcile down the line to some extent? At the very least he felt sure she would not try to kill him.

I think it was messy for a while though. Custody over Goimpy Schoimpy Peanut Rendezvous 2000 was a bitch. Everyone was relieved when they actually started being cool w/ each other again or at least decided to leave each other alone.

I should make a little list of every like. Mux-Giblets situation but I will have to brainstorm all the new lows they'd be able 2 reach...

oh my god remember the whole thing with azealia banks. what was that. there's totally like. some adjacent shebang that went down with mux gib and. idk someone else.

[wyluvbot]

ok so having just finished Sword Catcher…here are some of my random thoughts or things I want for book 2! *spoilers may be ahead* first and foremost. i loved this book so much!! the plot and characters were all really well done and i can’t wait for book 2!

now…

- the king. he’s presented as being mentally unstable??? like he’s just in his tower all day w the stars and his advisor, but is he actually? bc during some interactions w kel and later in the story he seems perfectly lucid. or at least less unstable w some possible anger issues? he has a lot of strength, he’s flinging people around and stuff so. idk. he’s a bit of a mystery to me. and also, was he even into the astronomy stuff and was he seeing true visions from the stars? or was it just BS being fed by fausten? (was fausten telling the truth or was he an imposter? and for what?) i also want more background of the king and andreyen, how did they even connect?

- i loved ji-an, merren, and andreyen’s dynamic so much and i want to know more!! how did andreyen save ji-an? what’s their history? i just really want to know more about those two and i want more merren content in general bc i really liked his character.

- i saw a theory saying andreyen could be the exiled son of the maharam and i really like that idea.

- jerrod. along w the theory of andreyen I saw someone saying that Kel’s friend Cas from the orphanage could be jerrod and that’s why Jerrod didn’t kill Kel when he had the chance and also why he wears a mask. I think there could be some merit to it, but idk…wouldn’t Kel recognize Jerrod if he was Cas? I know it’s been years and people change but idk. If they were truly best friends in their early years you’d think he’d know him. But I like the theory!

- more on Jerrod. I really liked him from what I read and I want to know more about him and Ji-an. It’s kinda hinted they know each other pretty well? Merren was even teasing Ji-an about knowing Jerrod’s preferred meeting places (tho I could be wrong) so it makes me think they have a past. I want to know if Jerrod ever went to the Ragpicker King to see about a job, if he’s part of the crew in book 2 I would really like to see the changed dynamic.

- I totally thought Mayesh would die. I don’t know why but I felt like something was gonna happen to him after he was interested in showing Lin the ropes…I can still see it happening tbh.

- Conor and Lin. I was thinking Kel/Lin was gonna happen and then she and Conor interacted and I was obsessed w them. The dynamic, the scenes, it was all great and I want to see more of them. The way people kept mentioning Story-Spinner tales of princes falling for girls like her (not Ashkar but still) and then she kept saying she wouldn’t marry him and stuff. It just all made me think that yes she will? Like he’s gonna do something and marry an Ashkar to show everyone they are human beings and worthy of respect? Idk how but I’d be interested in seeing that journey.

- Kel and Antonetta. Kel and Vienne? Kel and Merren? He had chemistry with everyone and I want to see his relationships develop. I want to know if Ana will betray him bc it’s been established that the charter families can’t be trusted and she’s obviously secretive. Vienne was really interesting and I don’t 100% think she’s dead because that was super sudden, and she had a character fanart which multiple others didn’t when they had bigger roles. (Poor Luisa 💔).

- Conor and Kel. Ok so what will Conor think about Kel’s connection to Andreyen? To Prosper Beck? Idk I want to know why whoever said that Conor will loathe Kel eventually bc Kel does/has something Conor wants. I really want to know about that. Maybe related to Lin?

- Merren reminded me a lot of Wylan Van Eck, so I do want to see more of merren being that mixture of innocent looking/dangerous.

- The whole “this is the start of the end of House Aurelian” thing was so good, I need to know what it means … what did they get themselves into

- the whole war with Sarthe, will there actually be a war? who’s gonna die 😭😭 and along those lines, how is Lin gonna pull off being adassa’s reincarnation? I think she totally will be in the end but as of right now she’s not…so…

- Is Lin being the Goddess returned going to bring her into the spotlight and in the palace’s attention now? Maybe more scenes of her and Conor being forced together? I’d be into that ngl

[rotfics]

dredge saves royce, their whole thing starts. soft beginning, not 100% canon (slight gore).

Royce held her side. She had been pierced by a crossbow bolt. She slumped against the wall.

She was a vampire and was the target of wannabe hunters who just wanted her as a trophy kill. She groaned in pain and eased the bolt out. Shit. She kept trying to summon her comm (an electro-magic based means of communication), but was too hurt.

A slam into the room she was in made her jolt and she put her hands up. “Wait-”

“YOU wait, you unholy spawn.” A helmeted figure shouted. “We live to serve the living. And you THINGS feed on who we protect-”

“BUT I DON'T FEED ON PEOPLE!” Royce shouted out and tried sitting up as best she could. The pain in her side made her cry out and wilt. “I-I have a different- I don't- I don't hunt humans, please-”

The armored beings in front of her looked at each other and shook their heads.

Royce lifted a gun up weakly but her hand fell. She expected a bolt to the head before she heard the hunters began to shout. She opened an eye to see a set of long, purple claws gore through the chest of one knight. Wait.

Oh shit.

Screams and shouts filled the room, Royce saw two hunters lift into the air before being torn in half by...Dredge. He was clearly furious. She coughed and tended to her wounds, but could not look away.

Dredge was flinging hunters around as if they weighed nothing. He took bolts to his body, and head, snarling before ripping them out. Said bolts were then used against the hunters who shot him.

At some point, his mask was torn off.

He SNARLED and crushed the skulls of the remaining hunters with his gauntlet-like hands.

Royce felt a bit scared, she...hadn't seen anything this violent from him before. Not like this (it was still early in their relationship with one another, she didn't really know him). She watched him huff a bit before looking back at her. And she felt...cold. What was he going to-

He walked over to her and held out his hand for her. “C'mon.”

“W-...huh-”

“You're hurt, get up so we can get you help.”

Royce blinked for a moment but took hisat healing. Royce hesitated, her throat felt weird.

“...Why did you help me?"

“...I care about you.”

“You killed five-”

“Yeah, well, maybe I love you enough to kill people who are trying to kill you for no reason.”

“You w-”

Dredge drooped his face down and looked away. “I said what I said.”

Royce started laughing to herself. Ok... “....You're all bloody.”.

“Ain't my fmm-”

Royce grabbed Dredge by the chin and pressed her lips to his, eyes shut tight. The zombie man melted into her and huffed.

The kiss broke off and Royce looked...

“I uh- Th- ...Mm.”

Dredge rolled his eyes and huffed against her cheek.

“Can we get you wrapped up now.”

"...Right, right, right...yeah."

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e17 inside man (w. andrew dabb)

why are y'all's bedrooms so far apart? say it's downright miraculous what with the time in hell etc, if dean (or sam) aren't regularly having screaming night terrors.

so we're all gonna lie about everything, all right

SAM All right, well . . . It's playing in Wichita, so I might not be back till morning. DEAN Well, I trust you. Make good choices.

what a weird thing to say.

little freckle appreciation with the blood sigils

small cuteness with dean pranking sam's room. except the toothbrush in the armpit :S gross, dean-o

this entire conversation between cas and hannah, i'd turned off captions so i thought he said "anna" and i was so distracted trying remember if anna was dead or not i missed the whole thing lol

laughing semi-hysterically at yet another surface product placement (this is the third at least and i know i point them out but i can't fucking find anything with tumblr search. i knew at least one was with charlie so i had to go find posts on her episodes, to find the post with microsoft and surface, both which returned bupkis in the search I HATE YOU. it's like posts aren't indexed, can't site:search them either -- EDIT I FUCKING FOUND IT because i was looking up this ep for 10x18)

it's silly but it's a little weird pet peeve i have that tv people with short hair never touch it even if it's somewhat reasonable that when you have junk in your hair you don't wanna touch it. i have my hands in my hair constantly (better i mess with my hair than bite off chunks of skin hey hey) so i recall seeing gifs of this moment like hallelujah (but i figured actually it was on a gag reel because when do characters ever do this? NEVER) anyway. all to hustle some pool and look a little disheveled haha

and a wink at the bartender ok

CASTIEL I'll break it down. SAM Dude, dude, dude. Chill. CASTIEL What? I'm helping.

haha that could be his tagline. what? i'm helping 🥺

so dean is bored and wants to start some shit so he's gonna hustle these dudes in the least subtle way possible and maybe if he's lucky he'll get to beat some people up?

always here for the bonus competency (i had to search the wiki for scenes dean was playing pool in a later season so i could figure out what fucking episode tag to put in my blog search [9x17] because searching for "competency" "rack" "racking" etc no. *incoherent rage*)

oh, dean.

BOBBY Hell, I'm already dead. What's the worst that could happen?

shut your mouth, bobby!

pretty shot. i like how the knife is reflecting a little strip of light on his face. and he's all anger ball up top and very carefully cradling her head lol

ROWENA You're a good influence on him. That's why you need to die.

lol okay. not the grudge against the men of letters and wanting to get whatever shit they have stashed away in the bunker. can't remember really at all what that episode was even about that they were together in

BOBBY Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

no escaping the mob or the winchesters

ANGEL RADIO The Bobbys are fighting back. All hands. We need all hands. They're surly. I repeat, the Bobbys are surly.

this is so ridiculous :p what is dean up to with crowley

CASTIEL Dean doesn't know we're doing this. BOBBY Well, that's a page right out of the Winchester playbook, ain't it?

it's funny because it's true

CROWLEY She says I've gone soft. DEAN You have. What? Yeah, maybe it's all the human blood that Sammy pumped into you, you know? Maybe it's, uh . . . I don't know. I don't know. But the old Crowley, he would have come in here with hellhounds and demons, and he would have blown the roof off the joint. Now? You didn't want to fight. You wanted to talk. And maybe I've changed, too. Here I am playing Dr. Phil to the King of Hell. Never saw that coming.

waiting for a hug, relive the good old times. so i'm getting more reunited exes vibes than i ever got of boyfriend vibes from their brief fling during demon!dean times

CROWLEY Because . . . We're family. Blood. DEAN That's not the same thing. A wise man once told me, "family don't end in blood," but it doesn't start there, either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family's there through the good, bad . . . all of it. They got your back . . . even when it hurts. That's family. That sound like your mother?

you know, i am enjoying this weirdly sincere interaction but doesn't really mesh with where they left things off with the blade debacle

stop it, bro.

sticking with the ass-tiel, still got a laugh from me unfortunately

METATRON Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the Mark. I have your Grace. I make the rules. It's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.

he's not live laugh loving getting his grace yoinked and being shot in the leg

:p goofy

BOBBY’S VOICE “Sam . . . So, this is weird, huh? Look, I just wanted to say that Cas told me what you're doing for Dean. And I'm not asking you to stop, but maybe going behind his back ain't the best idea. Your brother, he can be stubborn. But I think he'd understand. And I know it's the life, doing a little bad so you can do a lot of good. But sometimes the bad's real bad and the good, it can come at one hell of a price.

that's putting it lightly. anyway, i'm glad we're getting someone to tell him straight and plain to one of their faces, to stop fucking going behind each other's backs. and giving them the benefit of the doubt that they'll understand if you explain.

I ain't there on the ground, and whatever you do, I know you'll make the right choice. You're a good man, Sam Winchester . . . one of the best. And I'm damn proud of you, son.

takes a little emotion out of it when all i can think is You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.

[jaeger-pups]

Zekeren Modern AU; An emotional confession text from Eren

E: ...... im pissed rn. Like really pissed.

E: are you even awake..?

Z: Sorry, just finished in the shower. You ok?

E: no. No I'm fucking not ok. Im so aggravated

Z: need me to call you? I thought you were going out w/ friends.

E: no dont that'd just make it worse honestly.

Z: ...I'm not understanding, Eren. What's going on?

E: yea I went out. I'm still w everyone but.

Z: so what's the issue? Need me to pick you up? Feeling anxious?

E: idk I'm just...

E: Like fucking irritated. 🙄

Z: I wanna hear you out. Believe me, I do.

Z: but you're not making it easy.

Z: what's bothering you, little brother?

E: ...Can you pls not? 😑

Z: not what?

E: do that?? Don't do the big brother thing rn.

Z: Eren.

Z: seriously. Just tell me what's going on. You can call me if that's easier.

E: ....we're in the restaurant. I don't wanna go outside I feel like it'd be rude.

Z: okay then. 😮‍💨

Z: what's got you so anxious tho?

E: ...you still don't get it by now?? Helos, that's frustrating. 🙄Like you have no idea, Zeke.

Z: i mean it'd be simpler to just let me know if I upset you...

E: you didn't upset me. God do you play this dense on purpose?? there's no way ur not doing it on purpose...

Z: I'm calling you.

E: nonono!!!

E: Don't pls I'm not trying to be difficult or moody im just...

E: I'm out w friends but... idk I guess i just wish I'd have made different plans this weekend.

Z: okay. Nothing wrong w/ that.

E: idk we got around to talking about partners & flings or whatever &...

E: I lied. About seeing someone.

Z: Seems harmless to me.

E: ...it wasn't believable tho. Like at all. I know it wasn't. I feel embarrassed.

Z: Ah, so that's what this is about?

Z: you're 18, Eren. You're really worried someone's gonna hold something like that over your head?

E: I'm *not* seeing anyone tho is the thing.

Z: Plenty of girls are interested in you, little brother. You know it.

Z: lol you just told me last weekend when you were over.

E: yea. and I also told you im... different.

Z: Its not out of the ordinary to be attracted to other men, Eren. We talked about that, too.

E: God you sound like my therapist 😓 pls don't talk like my therapist...

Z: Yelena does a great job w/ you, give her credit 😅and im just saying.

Z: so youre a little uncomfortable out w/ friends after telling a white lie. Take a deep breath. You're working yourself up.

Z: no one's thinking about it that much. I guarantee it's all in your head.

E: maybe ur right but...

E: fuck am I really about to do this...?

Z: do what? If your anxiety's that bad let someone at the table with you know, Eren.

Z: don't need you having a panic attack out there. I'll come pick you up if you need me to. I have no problem w/ that.

E: ...im okay.

E: but um. I have a confession. Like... a major confession.

E: I opened up to Yelena about this a few weeks ago too.

Z: Ok take your time.

E: ......God my hearts pounding. 💀 holy shit

E: why am I doing this? I'm so scared you'll look at me differently.

Z: Eren. Talk to me. At this point I'm concerned.

E: .....

Z: Seriously wth could possibly have you this worked up?

Z: Tell me what it is. I'm not gonna judge you. You've been doing amazing w/ your therapy.

Z: i just don't wanna see you spiral again. You've been doing so well. I mean it. You have.

E: ...I'm in love with you.

E: like real actual love.

E: the fucked up kind of love you shouldn't have for your siblings.

E: or family members at all for that matter. I'm weird. Abnormal as shit. Its been that way since we *met*, Zeke.

E: I can't shake it. I can't fix it. I hate myself.

E: and I was so fucking scared to ask if I could come over this weekend bc I finally opened up to Yelena about it and she didn't have the reaction i thought she would.

E: so I've been confused. And uncomfortable i guess. And I can't believe i told you this like wtfwtfwhyyyyiwannafuckingdieeeee you cannot tell anyone about this.

E: *Anyone*, Zeke. Please.

Z: Eren.

E: Ur creeped out, aren't you?

E: fuck im sorry. I’m so sorry.

E: i never planned to talk about this ever. I’d have taken it to my grave.

Z: Eren.

E: I know it's cringe. I know it's gross. I know I'm fucking weird.

Z: little brother

E: hm..? 😔

Z: it's ok. Calm down

E: *ok??* Zeke this is definitely not ok do you know how long I've had this buried???

E: how much it keeps me from sleeping??

Z: had no idea, honestly. But it's fine.

Z: it doesn't necessarily make me look at you differently either.

E: ...why the hell are you so calm about this? It's always weird when ur calm about things you should definitely lose your shit over.

E: there's nothing normal about your younger brother telling you he's got a crush on you, you absolute perv.😑

Z: I thought you were more paranoid about me having an *adverse* reaction lol

E: no I take it back this is way more odd.😣 i half expected you to get on my case about morals and whatnot

Z: Maybe your brother's just open-minded.

E: ...or something. Idk.

Z: would you rather I snap? Push you away?

E: ...God no. I never thought I'd actually tell you tho. Ever.

Z: doesn't seem like it was healthier keeping it bottled up.

E: it wasn't but... like. What do we do about this? No offense but it's kind of taken a toll.

Z: what's yelena told you?

E: that I should talk to you, ironically.

E: I've never been in love before tho, Zeke. That's how I know it's different. How i know it's not... normal.

Z: Wanna know what I think?

E: ...idk. my hearts still going crazy. Even Jean's noticed how jittery Ive gotten. I can't win.

Z: I don't think you’ve ever really thought about how much you mean to me.

Z: I couldn't let us drift apart over something like this, Eren.

E: but so ur just totally unbothered after finding out I've been struggling w processing this? Pls make it make sense I'm so lost this isn't gonna fix this 😞

E: I know you think you know him better than I do, but dad would *lose* it. Dad would make me see *another* therapist.

Z: I'm not Grisha.

E: Yea, clearly. Still doesn't make me feel like I'm not some kind of freak tho....

Z: why? 😏 doubt I feel the same?

E: ...in all seriousness, could you pls not make light of this? My head literally cannot take it. I've got enough mental shit going on over it

Z: light of it? lol what makes you think I could be so cruel?

Z: you're beautiful, little brother. Men *and* women can see that. People tell you all the time.

E: …I’m all red now. Mikasa just asked who I'm texting.

E: I lied again & told her I'm checking in with mom.🙄 Doesn't seem like it was believable either tho. I give up...

Z: See? You're fucking adorable. 😏

E: Zeeeeke!! 😳shuddup, ur annoying

Z: You are tho. 😅

E: whatever. 😞Stop leading me on. That's what ur doing at this point. Toying w/ me. Amused?

Z: more like endeared lol.

Z: Ever considered whether your big brother may find you pretty?

Z: Interestingly androgynous? Privately enticing?

E: ...Leave me alone. There's no fucking way, liar.

Z: If that's what you think.

E: why wait so fucking long to tell me then if it's true??

E: why hasn't it messed you up as bad as its done me? Plus I've seen the kinds of women you fuck around w/ when you're in Paradis.

E: there's no way you think of me like that.

Z: Maybe I wasn't sure how you'd react. Maybe to me it was never worth letting you know & jeopardizing how close we've gotten if you didn't feel the same way.

Z: Is it proof you need?

E: ...Zeke. Stop.

Z: Are you actually drawing a line or?

Z: You think I'm joking. Fair enough.

Z: I'll pick you up when you guys are finished. Just let me know when.

E: ur... serious? there's no way ur serious o-o

E: I'm so red. I'm gonna *die* zeke pls don't joke around. Armin can drop me off back home it's really not a big deal.....

Z: Stop being ridiculous, Eren. When have i ever told you you couldn't come over? Or dumped you off on someone else to get you home?

E: I just don't like to feel like im demanding attention. Or like I can't do things for myself.

E: Its getting a little late too. No need to make you drive out...

Z: Its fine. I wanna see you ;)

E: ...Really?

Z: Ofc. I was surprised when you told me you had different plans this weekend. Been over here so often lately lol

E: yea. Sorry I switched things up outta nowhere. I just didn't wanna... sulk I guess? Feeling... these feelings.

E: Around you. And being moody. And projective.

Z: Its fine. Glad you opened up.

Z: Take a deep breath. Eat w/ your friends. Big brother heard you. I see you. I understand.

E: Fucking God why are you so nice to me? I don't get it. I'll never get it, Zeke.

E: ....But thank you. Like... a whole fucking lot.

Z: Yw😏Put your phone down & talk to your friends. Call me when you guys are gonna leave. I'll be there.

E: Okay. You're my favorite.

Zeke liked “Okay. You’re my favorite.”

[kyuponstories]

Goodbye 'melbox', hello 'Sukidakara/Because I Like You!'

(this is word spaghetti lol)

Ok. So 'melbox' (purposefully lowercased) is my oldest WIP. I think the idea came to me in 2016? It's been my baby for a while, but it's been impossible to write. The six characters are a part of a "mystery magazine club" that takes place in an abandoned teacher's lounge room a murder took place in years prior that they vowed to the school body to solve. But they all also gained superpowers from that room related to their creative hobby (ex. Mel is a writer, so she could write words in the air, and fling them to people to have them either say or do something as if she was their author). On top of that, they all have their own personal struggles & character growths to be had (Mel struggles with social anxiety, Dre's bubbly personality at school contrasts w/ his non-existent relationship w/ his parents who he felt miserable at home with, Ayanna masks her depression despite her mom being a literal therapist, etc). I wanted their to be typical comedic anime moments too, so it was hard to find the tone for this.

So, to write this series, I'd have to balance:

Six characters personal struggles/individual goals & development

the fact that they are a part of this Mystery Magazine club, and have duties to fulfill regarding creating a magazine.

The club working to solve this murder mystery

The murder actually unraveling

the characters all being seniors in HS who would be graduating by the end of the series

balancing comedy, action, and angst through it all

When planning S1 of this series (bc mind you, this was gonna be 2-4 seasons). I realized that..... this story actually bores me. 🥲 I feel like if you remove the murder mystery from the story, this could easily be a series for middle schoolers. 😭 And that's the core of it. Like maybe it could all work out if I was passionate about mixing all of this into one, because it isn't impossible! I just don't care enough to do all of this lol. And I know I'm not being dramatic about it, because Eyes of the Beholder is FULL of angst and requires a lot of planning to get things right but it EXCITES me so much!

The thing is, I LOVE the characters of melbox!! They're my babies. 🥺 So I decided to put them in another WIP idea that I've had for a minute, and they fit in it perfectly! 🌺It's 100% a rom-com series of an extroverted jock x socially anxious introvert that were also childhood friends. My 2nd childhood friends to lovers series, uh oh. 😂

TLDR, the complicated 'melbox' is now the simpler yet wonderful rom-com Sukidakara! (Because I Like You!).

[kfanopinions]

ok i really hope i was wrong but maybe a dream member has a fling w/ someone who is the crush of a 127 member T_T pleasssse prove me wrong cause i'm getting scared that maybe the pair appeared on "it's awkward but it's ok" involved T_T

okay first i’m going to need you to breathe for a second because i have a few things to say…

1.) where are you getting this information from? 2.) is the person/place you’re getting this information a reliable source? 3.) a fling is just a short lived romance that’s it. it’s nothing nefarious/bad just a very short romance. 4.) just because someone has a crush on someone doesn’t mean no one else can date that person 5.) how exactly am i to prove you wrong? 😅 because even if i consult with my tarot cards it’s not like the universe/spirit is going to be like ‘guuuurrrrrllll do we have some news for you!!!’ haha so i can’t just ‘prove you wrong’ 🥲

that being said let me give you 2 examples of what happened to me personally as both cases sort of relate to what you asked me….

one time in high school a female friend asked me who i liked. i wasn’t super into anyone at the time but she just wouldn’t let it go. there was one guy i had a crush on for about 2 years at the time but something inside of me told me not to say his name. so, i said someone who i sorta liked and was a mutual friend of ours. this friend of ours is someone i always got questioned if i was dating throughout middle school because we were super close (linking arms together, waiting for each other after our classes to walk to the next one together, always talking to each other etc.) i did like him but not as much as the guy i was keeping a secret. anyway, when i said our mutual friends name my friend goes and says ‘awww i can see you too dating! he is cute but i only like him as a friend.’ that was the end of the conversation.

not even a full 3 days later she comes into school holding hands with the guy i said i liked and told me to my face, ‘i’m dating him now. i don’t want you sitting near him, talking to him, looking at him, or anything like that. got it?! and if you do i will make your life a living hell!’

that my dear follower would be someone who used information to their advantage to hurt someone. what you’re describing is like my second experience…

so my bestie and i ended up liking the same guy. after the experience i had with the girl above i kept this guy a secret. i didn’t tell my bestie i liked him too. long story short they “attempted” a relationship (she said something that hurt his feelings and everything blew up in her face not a week after they ‘tried’ to date)

this is the type of situation you’re describing to me. just because someone has a crush does not mean they have claimed that crush as theirs. anyone at anytime can swoop in and it’s out of their hands.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

20 February 2023 Monday 🐮🌕🌗🌘🌑🌒

autocorrect Monday monster I is morning 7:13 7:14 pmpdt

lunes getsuyoubi

7:15 pmpdt auto saved 7:16 pmpdt

Nick asked for “friends with benefits” sophomore year. Junior & senior year I joined track & cross country running teams. At first I used my p.e. Uniform to save money. Then, a new coach offered hand me down athletic wear: 1 black shorts at least (head pain exhaling hot air 7:22 pmpdt) + a few more items I think, I don’t remember well. I don’t remember saying anything about income or financial situation. My dad had probably already lectured me about living within my means so I think I probably thought that using the p.e. Uniform was ok. 7:26 pmpdt for some reason my sister yelled at me in the locker room to stop telling people we are poor. All I think I did was try to recall if I said that to anyone. I think I stared at her silently at this time. My memory is not very good so I am guessing this was the cause & effect. That people were judging maybe about how much money we had based on what we wore. 7:32 7:33 pmpdt

8:04 pmpdt auto correct changed intimate to intimadate in the previous posts. Gurgling a lot. I really feel like I am a liar & a bad person. Maybe incubus is pretending to be my husband Bcz I dated my first real boyfriend & went to family events 😓😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤😖😭 I hate not being able to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ 8:07 pmpdt. Maybe I said too many bad things about my ex & flings. Maybe I didn’t take enough responsibility. 8:08 pmpdt maybe I slandered ? Was it the curse? Was it the incubus in control? Or was it me? 8:09 pmpdt I wish I could remember everything I ever said verbatim. So I could evaluate now. But with Scott, it seems like maybe he deserved to be talked about. He’s bigger than me, has a big head, & I guess very strong 💪 & probably secretly threatening. If you read a previous post (many posts down) you might read about the time he put his whole arm around my neck like a snake 🐍 at least 2 times? In the middle of making out. He didn’t choke me but he put me in the position to be choked by his arm. & I stupidly kept on seeing him. 8:14 pmpdt & he didn’t respect ✊ me when I said “I dont think we should do this.” I think that’s what I said. 8:15 pmpdt

8:32 pmpdt incubus cut I think maybe under? The diaphragm bone 🦴???? It hurt 😞. I don’t like it.

8:33 pmpdt when we were still friends b4 becoming boyfriend girlfriend I told him that my feelings suddenly dropped/ended for the guy I thought 💭 I was in love with 😍. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if he understood what I was saying. I thought I was communicating my disappointment & sadness & confusion about the feelings suddenly ending. & then he asked if I wanted to see that movie 🎥. 8:37 pmpdt maybe 🤔 he had feelings for me? But ended too, similarly, & had hoped it would come back & work out? 8:38 pmpdt this is a I guess conundrum I heard someone use that word once still have to look it up if I didn’t. I think it means problem. 8:39 pmpdt what are real feelings like?

8:40 pmpdt does real love 💕 exist? How long does it last? My dad told me disappointing stuff I think 🤔 b4 I turned 18, so it’s hard to think positively about anyone saying forever ♾ love 💕, I think I hoped for someone to feel something forever ♾ with, but in this situation it seems highly unlikely. Incubus Merlin 🧙‍♂️ love 💗 potion 🧪 spells 🪄. 8:43 pmpdt goodby happiness it’s automatic 🎶🎼🎵🎤 utada hikaru. 8:44 pmpdt

8:46 pmpdt I guess I should have been more honest. Upfront. He got a nice futon bed 🛌 couch 🛋 out of it though. & s*x w/o full commitment but I guess that don’t mean anything to incubus & uses it as a reason to downgrade me. Even though he had s*x w/ at least 2 people b4 me. I wonder 💭 how he’s doing. If he was treated better than me by the incubus. 8:49 pmpdt

9:10 pmpdt add to above:exclusive? Monogamous s*x & it was my virginity! 9:11 pmpdt pain left upper inner thigh bone 🦴.

1:28 am pdt I guess I’m a slanderer. Pacific i slander. Something I only noticed maybe last year that that looks like that. It’s weird. Bcz it’s only expected of islanders? Then? No one else slanders? Interesting. Billions of people but only those on islands are slanderers. 1:31 am pdt I’m not proud of it. If you read all the other posts you might recall that I wanted to stop talking about Scott back around 2010, sometime after I stopped seeing him. I wanted to set myself straight. Bcz I didn’t feel it was right but I had difficulty stopping myself whenever I was in front of someone who liked me or was trying to be my friend. & it decreased my happiness a lot & I already had difficulty being happy & difficulty liking? myself & being myself, so I stopped hanging out with people. 1:36 am pdt my rib cage feels like a corset again. I hate this. I want to breathe! Some people I had difficulty liking & I wanted to like them. & then I ended up talking bad about them Bcz I had difficulty accepting my own feelings & difficulty understanding? Myself. Headache. 1:28 am pdt my rib cage keeps on getting tighter & tighter. I really believe he don’t like me. Maybe he don’t like Jaycee dugard either. 😞😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 I remember one thing autocorrect said remove now????? 1:40 am pdt what????? Jaycee dugard???? I don’t understand. I remember instant messaging Nick that I got an A+ in our algebra class! I thought 💭 that would impress him. & then he asked me if I would let a guy finger me. Interesting. That was the summer b4 sophomore year, & then sophomore year started, & first day of school 🏫 I saw he got back together w/his girlfriend from freshman year. Then they broke up 🆙 & then he instant messaged me again asking for friends with benefits. 1:43 am pdt 1:44 am pdt 1:45 am pdt

21 February 2023 Tuesday Martest

12:47 pmpdt I remember some of times I lied 🤥. Sometimes I forget & then it comes back to me. 12:48 #3 cramps left shoulder pain. I think 💭 when I was 7 years old I started becoming 12:49 pmpdt

6:12 pmpdt incubus made me vomit 🤮 & then I got diarrhea cramps again. Incubus does this to torture me rob me of my bones 🦴 & health. He’s killing me & doctors 🥼 are taking their time not helping me ASAP. The continued torture only reaffirmed that god is incubus. He treated Virgin Mary like a whore. He kept her poor & religious so she probably wouldn’t chase other men? Treats poor people as whores. Incubus did not properly court Virgin Mary. How could we believe a man would not rape a woman 👩🏼 when he has the power too? He is gaslighting us to say “immaculate conception” or whatever. He is a pimp. & will always be a pimp. 8 billion people with doppelgängers every where. Accomplished goals already or not possible? Continued torture reconfirms he’s bad news 📰. Apep? 6:20 pmpdt I’m burning 🔥 again. Cooked. Yaki 6:21 pmpdt I don’t like diarrhea I’m losing my bones 🦴. He’s trying to cut off my legs 🦵. Prostitution is legal in Germany 🇩🇪? Where have all the good people gone? Are there no such thing as good people? I have made bad decisions but was it my fault? Is nothing a coincidence? No such thing as a test? God justified rape of children 👶? 6:24 pmpdt Bcz I did not think things through like an evil 🦹‍♀️ wicked genius, not premeditated, I always thought if something bad really happened that I would have been caught already & confronted. In the United States 🇺🇸 you have the right to face your accusers. This is probably what they called checks & balances. Without them, anything goes. Separation of duties & powers. But I guess that ain’t what’s happened. I guess what we got ain’t enough. 6:29 pmpdt

6:31 pmpdt will always be world 🌎 w/o end. 2 faced? I need to look 👀 up 🆙 this definition again. 6:32 t

nick carter is a king 🤴? W/ incubus friends & a lot of money 💰 & power? 6:33 pmpdt

7:47 pmpdt

YouTube.com/

watch?v=yzijB7pEzzl

&list=PLKIAQn1vdOt-8DxCHXEfO8RKm7jXsc8Sp&index=9

I hope I typed/wrote it correctly.

i or L don’t know found it in playlists of maroon 5 YouTube. V tour/Asia

7:52 pmpdt I didn’t watch the whole thing this time so I don’t remember the rest of it. 7:53 pmpdt

for some reason I thought 💭 2 girls for every (brain acid & heat burning 🔥 pain $) beach 🏖 boys but it’s good vibrations I guess. 8:06 pmpdt they planned to hurt me for that even though it’s obvious by now w/ Kanye west marrying Doppelgänger of Kim kardashian. I guess people are ok 👌 w/ this. I’m not entitled to complain. I’m easily replaced. That’s the way incubus likes it. Sorry Beyoncé 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎧 8:09 pmpdt

8:12 pmpdt I’m replaced I am replaceable (headache 8:12 pmpdt) I am disposable I am trash 🗑 incubus told me so several times I am replaceable I am replaceable I am not valuable I am not valued yoga 🧘🏻‍♀️ instructor 👩‍🏫? Alana zabel said ice 🧊 out & trashed 🗑 thrown away. No more love. Cold cold heart you’re so cold if love should ever end I promise you I will never breathe again Toni Braxton 🎼🎵🎼🎵🎼🎵🎼🎵🎧 8:16 pmpdt I almost threw up again coughing from being burned 🔥 is this black lung 🫁? I m a non smoker all my life. Relatives had asthma & I got sick from second hand smoke 💨 in daycare during elementary school 🏫 years. 8:19 pmpdt

incuvus talks about love what’s the word unconditional? But men are allowed to have conditions but women are not. If love 💕 ends so easy Bcz p*nis don’t go up, can you say you ever loved at all? Maybe never loved. Doesn’t want to. That’s what song wanna love somebody is about. Something about if I fall for you I will never recover. Sounds like excuse to push women away from serious commitment. Which is why he touches many different women in all his music videos. He likes being a player playboy. 8:26 pmpdt

8:30 🕣 pmpdt love 💕 is artificial for incubus with his incubus Merlin 🧙‍♂️ love 💕 potions 🧪. 8:31 pmpdt

This will never 👎 end & incubus will always justify child 🧒 rape. 8:32 pmpdt

If you like the way he runs things, including child rape crimes, then he’s your god. Not my god she’s threatening to cut off my legs 🦵 he made me look 👀 absurd body = absurd. 8:34 pmpdt

not she. He’s threatening to cut off my legs 🦵. 7:35 pmpdt

I did NOT rape anyone. 8:36 pmpdt

8:38 pmpdt incubus stabbed my left eye 👁. Made me cry loudly. I don’t have a p*nis & I have only touched man genitalia = p*nis with my hands 🙌 & mouth 👄. 8:40 pmpdt I wrote several posts ago. 8:40 pmpdt can I use that word to mean grown man p*nis? Bcz that’s what I meant. 8:42 pmpdt I don’t believe I will be saved. I don’t believe I will have a he happy life/ending. I did not type “a he”. 8:43 pmpdt they’re all liars! He likes to work smart not hard. 36,000 people died in an earthquake. I don’t believe anyone anymore 😭😖😭😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😭😤🥵 8:45 pmpdt

9 pmpdt & my naked vag only touched man. 9:01 pmpdt

9:12 pmpdt stay the f away from me, incubus u & your miñions. 9:13 pmpdt tbh if I was Maluma’s age & we’re both single I would rather try him. 💃🏻🌹9:15 pmpdt

[infamous-light]

hi! maybe smt where the reader wanted to try domming jinx and jinx initially agrees but thinks that the reader is too cute. Then Jinx just ends up being the dom in the end? thanks much!!

Nice Try

Jinx x Gender Neutral Reader

AO3: Nice Try

Word Count: 702

Warnings: Light smut

A/N: I wasn't sure which gender to write for and I didn't want to make any assumptions so I hope that's ok with you! Idk if I'm being too hard on myself but I felt like I could've written this better but I hope you all enjoy it regardless.

“Please, Jinx?” You pout, jutting out your bottom lip in an attempt to appeal to Jinx’s soft side. “Just this once? You might even enjoy it.”

The corner of her lips quirked up into an amused smile. She crossed one leg over the other, leaning back onto one of her hands as she sat on top of her work desk. She idly fiddled with the end of one of her braids as she gave you a once-over. “I don’t know, toots.” She said each word slowly, flinging back her long braid over her shoulder casually. “You’re quite cute when you’re a whimpering mess underneath me. I don’t want to give that sight of you up so easily, you know?”

Heat spreads across your face at Jinx’s words. You stumble over your words as you try to think of what to say next. “W-Well, it’s just-I thought-“

She sighs. “Fine.” She leans forward and gives you a come-hither motion with her index finger. “Come here.”

As soon as you were within arm’s reach of Jinx, you let out a small squeak as her fingers reached out to tug at the front of your shirt, pulling you in close to her. Her legs wrap around your hips, trapping you in between her thighs. “Well, go on then. Show me what you can do.” She smirks at you, still looking entertained by this whole debacle.

Wanting to wipe that smug smirk from Jinx’s face, you shove her back onto the desk, leaning over her as you crash your lips against hers. Your lips meld together and God, she tastes like a mix of bubblegum and explosive gun powder but you love it.

As you two explored each other’s mouths, one of your hands snakes its way around her throat, giving it a light squeeze but not hard enough to cut her breathing off entirely.

She chokes out a gasp at the action and you take the initiative to dive your tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She arches her back into you, lifting her hips off the desk as she tries to feebly grind onto your thigh. You then push your body down onto hers, pressing her flat against the metallic surface so she doesn’t have the chance to take what she wants. You were going to be in control this time.

You give her neck a warning squeeze and you swear you could feel her smirk against your lips as you two continued kissing each other. Her hands began to roam up your thighs before settling them on your hips. She brings your hips down onto hers, grinding herself against you again.

You break away from the kiss, a low moan leaving your lips which Jinx takes the opportunity to snag your bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a firm tug before releasing it.

Her kissing became more assertive as you weren’t aware that the small pleased noises you were making caused Jinx to start losing control of herself. This won’t do. She needed you to be the one begging and crying out in pleasure, not her.

You let out a loud yelp in surprise as Jinx switched positions with you, tossing you onto your back in the blink of an eye. She gave you a fake innocent smile when you glanced up at her in shock. “I’m sorry, doll face. I just couldn’t help myself. As I said, you’re just too cute not to be underneath me.” She leans in, her lips a mere inch away from your own. “And I know you prefer it this way.”

She closes the gap and locks her lips with yours. She lets one of her hands drift down your abdomen, stopping right above the waistline of your jeans. Jinx was quite nimble with her fingers as she messed with the clasp, undoing it with ease.

Then, the tips of her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, and your hips bucked as soon as her hand cupped you in between your thighs, rubbing you back and forth in slow, gentle motions.

Jinx chuckled, feeling the light puff of her breath hitting the side of your cheek. “Now be a good toy and beg.”

[dameronology]

OKAY I FUCKING LOVE THIS IDEA SM JADE & BECK WERE MY BI AWAKENING --- you know there are those scenes where Jade fully has a meltdown and tries to deck someone and Beck like fucking grabs her and pulls her to the floor and is like "settle, settle" because I can so see Poe doing that!! w Jaded! reader <3

lmaoooo YES that is exactly something he would do (the jaded! reader series, for context)

ok so say someone in the resistance pisses jaded! reader off. it's probably not that hard but it would have to be something pretty big for them to like fully fling themselves at somebody in pursuit of revenge

he'd be able to see it before they're even in the room. maybe it's the look in their eyes or the way they stomp in a little louder than usual, but you can bet he's dropping whatever he's doing and heading straight over to them

"hey baby, is everything okay-" "- I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!"

and poe's first job is working out who it is you want to deck. and then his next port of call is to leap at you and restrain your arms.

and obviously yelling at your target to run far. and fast.

there's going to be a struggle and poe is always going to win because a) he is freakishly strong and b) the minute he starts telling you to settle, settle like a trainer to a skittish baby foal, you're kinda programmed to do exactly that

then he has to drag you off and calm you down because HELL you have one hell of a temper and ain't no one else in the galaxy gonna wanna be calming you down

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[ptergwen]

sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

[destinyc1020]

I don't know if you'll even post this, but thanks for letting me vent I guess ?

This isn't directed at you, but to Tomdaya fandom in general today. I'm really disappointed in how many blogs are making fun of Timmy's body/appearance in the B.Vogue pics.

Everyone HATES when people make fun of Tom, and that's always slammed and called out as wrong. So why are the same blogs doing it to other people?

Its OK to not like him or the pics (they aren't my favorite either), but making fun of how his body/face looks is not ok.

Lol, honestly I haven't been seeing what other Tomdaya blogs have been saying about Timmy lol. Maybe I don't follow them? Cuz none of the ones I follow have even mentioned him today from my recollection hahaha. 😅🤣

Again.... I KEEP saying this: When you claim something is going on in blogs/the internet/twitter, etc. I'm more likely to actually believe you if you have REAL RECEIPTS or screenshots with proof backing what you're actually saying. Cuz without it, how am I supposed to know

that what you're saying is even the truth?? 🥴 🤷

With that said, I'll just say right off the bat that I like Timmy! I have nothing against him. I think he's cool. BTW....Have you seen my blog?? I tease everybody just about lol. 😅🤣 Usually it's all just light-hearted fun and not anything serious or malicious or anything against the person at all... I usually don't take things that seriously. Some things just make me chuckle, that's all. I even tease Tom and Zendaya from time to time lol. 😅 I teased them for their silly "shenanigans" during their breakup, I tease Z and sometimes call her "HoboDaya", I teased Tom about his silly rebounding flings lol, and for being a simp for Z, and I consistently tease Tomdaya for being simps for each other lol. Again, nothing harsh or mean....just light-hearted ribbing from time to time. LIGHT teasing is actually usually a form of endearment to me I guess?? 🤷

Believe me, you will know if I really HATE (hate is a strong word) dislike someone I'm talking about lol. It's pretty obvious when I DON'T like someone I think. 😤

With that said, while I don't like when some fandoms are mean and make fun of other actors/actresses just to build up their faves, at the same time, those same blogs/fans are entitled to their own opinions, just like you're entitled to yours! 😊

If you don't like what someone is posting, you can always unfollow them. Like I said, I haven't seen a bunch of Tomdaya fans/blogs making fun of Timmy's body, but I don't think anyone should body shame someone. At the same time, I thought there was that one picture in the shoot that just looked a little strange to me lol, but hey...maybe some people liked it? Everyone has their own personal taste. But bottom line: Idk about other people, but I personally don't have anything against Tee-mo-tay lol... I just lightly tease just about everyone on my blog at times lol.

And I agree w/you... I think that teasing someone JUST because they're not your "fave" is not right. And no, I don't like it when people do that to Tom either.

Now, if people have valid reasons for not liking that particular celebrity/actor (like they're a certified douche for example), then that might be a different story. 🤷

[xxreader-writerxx]

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Dad! Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader (Granger and mum too)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, sort of sad, abandonment issues, pregnancy, vomiting, not a lot but tell me if I missed any.

A/N: I'm obsessed with dad fred ok?

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House, Y/N/N: Your Nickname

"I'm sorry! I-It's just that between the shop, and Umbridge, and my mum- It's all too much and I can't also-" Fred says as I feel tears drip down my cheeks. "You also can't have me? I didn't know that I was such a burden Fred. If I knew I wouldn't of burdened you for three fucking years." I say and he looks at me hurt. "No- No! I didn't mean that- Baby" He begins but I let out a choked laugh. "You can't call me that. No not when you are breaking up with me. That's not fair." I cry and he tries to move closer but I take a step back picking up the clothes in my closet. "W-What are you doing?" He asks and I throw his shirts at him as I grab his things on the bottom. "I can barely face you now. I'm not facing you to give you your things back." I tell him and I hear a choked cry. "Please don't do this. We can still be friends." He tells me and I laugh through my tears. "You can't call me a burden and say that shit line." I tell him. I turn around to see tears strolling down his face, barely any because of the fight he is putting up.

I finally cry and wrap my arms around him. He places his hand on my head and the other on my back, holding me where I was. "I'm so sorry" He whispers in my hair and I just sob into his shirt. He finally leaves when George calls him and I watch from my window the fireworks off in the distance. I sit down on my bed and feel myself break mentally. 'I don't know how I will do this on my own.' I think to myself staring at the pregnancy test I took yesterday. I was planning on telling him but when he clumped me in with his burdens, it was too hard. I just curl up into a ball crying until I fall asleep.

***

"HERMIONE HE'S DOING IT AGAIN- FINN" I yell as the baby flings his lunch at me. "SWITCH!" She yells back in the same worried tone. I grab Ginger my other newborn as she grab my spoon and place her on her tray. She fights me as I try to swaddle her and I plead her silently. I hear the doorbell ring and Hermione perks up. "Don't you dare-" She begins but I place Ginger in her cot and run out to see who it is.

I open the door and my breath hitches lightly. "Hey Y/n..." George says nervously. He looks up and does a double take. "A-Are you alright?" He stutters at my appearance. "Yeah just work getting ahead of me." I explain and he nods. "So... Watcha doing here? For the first time.. In a year..." I mumble the last part and he looks around confused. "Where's Hermione. She invited me saying something about needing to tell me something." He explains. "HERMIONE" I groan and she walks out and smiles at George. "You made it!" She exclaims and I point at her. "You're dead." I say and I run towards her angrily.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU CALLED GEORGE?!"

"LOOK I CAN'T TELL YOU ENOUGH THEY NEED A MALE INFLUENCE AND SURE AS HELL FRED WON'T BE IT SINCE YOU HAVE NO GUTS, HE'S THE BEST OPTION."

"I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN" I yell back and she sends a firm smack to the side of my head. "YOU ARE 19 YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO!" She yells back and George finally made it over to us confused as hell. "As much as I love the Granger sisters fighting over me... This is not what I had in mind." He points and I groan at the sound of Finn crying. "Look what you made me do." I tell her and she gasps starting to rant again. I walk into the baby's room. I smile sweetly at the boy crying in his cot.

"Hi baby..." I whisper and he gurgles at me smiling. I walk over and pick him up, rocking him lightly. I sit down on my rocker and he swiftly falls back asleep. I reach my free hand to poke inside of Ginger's cot, her hand wrapping around my finger. I smile at the two and hear a gasp. "Y/n-" He begins and I shush him softly, not taking my eyes off my baby boy. "He's asleep." I whisper, too distracted by my ginger baby to register what's going on.

"W-Who are the parents?" He asks kneeling in front of the rocker to rub a knuckle against his head lightly. "They're mine..." I whisper and look up, a tear dripping down my face that clearly gives away my happy smile. "What do you mean? Its only been a year since you two-" He stops realizing what happened. "Is this my nephew?" He asks smiling softly at him. "Maybe." I whisper and he looks at me smiling with tears sliding down his cheeks. "C-can I hold him? Or her?" He asks, guessing at the colors of their sleeping sacks. I smile sweetly getting up. I hand him Finn softly and he gasps at the size of the baby in his hands. "Y/n- You're 19. How- Why?" He asks and I sigh, rubbing my knuckle into Finn's chest lightly. "My sister has helped but honestly I don't know. It's been a crazy year." I explain. "I'm willing to help. Especially now." He tells me and I smile.

***

I pick up Ginger trying to put her shoes on her as she gurgles in protest. "Hey baby you gotta wear shoes now that you're walking, that's the deal." George explains and she gurgles lightly as if she understood. He's fighting Finn to get his shoes on and I finally put on Ginger's. "Tough ones we got here." He says, wiping sweat from his brow. His arm getting hit by a flying tantrum going on next to him. He looks at him and shakes his head chuckling. He scoops up the almost two year old in his arms and laughs. "He is a kicker." He tells me and we finally get them dressed. "Ugh we really need to stop bringing them to the shop, its getting risky." I tell him and he laughs as if I said the best joke ever. "There is no way these kids are being raised without knowing the joke shop, and plus Fred is off on Wednesdays." He explains and I nod curtly.

We walk to the shop talking about the kids who are settled on our hips. "So I will take up cleaning tomorrow if you bring them to the park the next day and I think there might be a Hermione visit. And I bought some baby food with solid because I don't know if they will still like it-" I begin but get cut off by George chuckling. "You are overthinking this. You are a great mum and if they won't eat solid,  you have a blender." He explains and I nod. He's been amazing at calming my anxiety when it come to the kids. He took the role as helpful uncle and comes over all the time but makes sure he doesn't overstep. I make my way inside the shop and he makes his way to customers. I get to the till having Ginger in her stroller next to me. Every hour he switches with me saying they need time with their mama.

The shop finally closes and he helps me with the stroller up the steps. We quickly make our way to the room and Ginger gets up waddling to his bed. I fold his clothes as they play on the bed. I hear a muffled conversation as me and the kids stay quiet. He walks in and Finn gasps reaching out for him. He hands him the milk and Ginger whines until we pass the milk quickly to her. She lays on her back playing with her feet as she drinks her milk.

"These kids..." He laughs. He grabs Finn and opens the door. "Fred's gone don't worry. He will be for the next hour." He tells me to my worried expression. I nod and he comes back with Finn in a new diaper and hands him to me. "He has been kicking me lately. The little bugger." He says rubbing his arm. I laugh and nuzzle my nose against his. "He's obviously like his father." I state and he nods smiling.

***

I make my way into the shop searching for George as the two toddlers point out everything. I hear Ginger gasp and bolt. I run after her clutching on to Finn. I look around scared as shit I lost my baby. When I hear someone talking to her.

"UNCLE RORGE!" I hear her squeal and I laugh realizing she found her uncle. "What sweetheart? Where's your mother?" I hear a voice ask laughing. "Uncle Rorgeeee. You promised me you would bring treats!!" She complains as I look for the aisle they're in. "I'm sorry little one but I'm not George. I'm Fred. What's your name?" He asks and I freeze. "Isn't Red daddy's name?" Finn asks and I can't answer. He slides out of my grasp, obviously knowing where Ginger is. I yell after him and see the man Ginger was talking to. I gasp lightly and she's giggling.

"Uncle Rorge that's not your name! Your name is Rorge. R-O- MUMMY! I FOUND UNCLE RORGE." She points out. "There's your mum. Hello ma'am- Y/n?" He asks confused. "C'mon Ginger. Uncle George is probably somewhere." I say not answering I pick her up as she cries saying Uncle George is right in front of her. I quickly scoop Finn up and quickly walk to find George. "Y/n! What- Crap its Wednesday." He says shocked. He grabs Finn from my hands and bounces him lightly. "UNCLE RORGE TEL-TELR- HE USED A PORTAL" Ginger tries and I nod rubbing her hands. "You- Oh no- Oh shit- Oh sorry-" George stutters. "I'm going to hide in your office now-" I state and he grabs my hand. "You need to face him. He is their father." He tells me and I wipe a tear from my eyes. "I can't George. Not yet." I say and he drops my hand nodding. "C'mon then." He tells me and I walk to the office with him.

I hear banging on the door and it finally opens. "Y/n-" He gasps and I ignore him playing with Ginger. "Y/nnnn" I hear him say again. "Yes Fredrick?" I ask and he tugs my shoulder playfully and George walks in. "Great, your on babysitting duty." I say and George tries to protest but I try and bolt. Fred stops me. He moves carefully so I can't get past him. "A-Are you sheep dogging me?" I ask and he shrugs. "If it works. Now when did Y/n Granger start babysitting?" He asks and I try to move past him. "Two years ago. When you broke my heart, remember that?" I ask and his smile turns into a frown. "I've been trying to get a hold of you. Every day for an hour I question Hermione or someone." He tells me and I laugh. "Anyways- I need to-"

"MUMMY FINN 'OOK MY BLANKET!!!" Ginger screeches. I turn around and George is trying to help the best he can. "I- They fight over everything-" He tries and I laugh walking over. "C'mere baby." I say to Finn. I take the blanket from his hands and he sobs. I grab the dummy and pop it in his mouth, calming him instantly. "Mummy?" He asks and I sigh. "They're two." I explain. I watch the gears turn in his head. "I- No- Wait- Are- What- No-" He stutters, shocked. "Yep. Meet Ginger and Finn Weasley- Well Granger-Weasley. Felt wrong to take the fathers name out." I explain and he collapses to his knees. "UNCLE RORGE! THERE ARE TWO!!!" Ginger states, finally looking around.

***

"Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Mummyyyy." I hear Finn complain next to me. "Yes light of my life?" I ask sighing. "When's daddy coming? And when's dinner? And why are bananas curved? And why are me and Ginger's hair red when yours is brown? Do we get that from Daddy? Where is daddy?" He questions. "Finny- Baby- Daddy is coming in twenty minutes. Dinner will be done in an hour. I don't know, I need to google it. Yes daddy gave you ginger hair. And on his way." I explain turning so we can google it together. "Ok so bananas are curved so they can get sun." I explain. He nods and slides out of my lap. "Thank you mummy!" He yells behind him as he runs.

The doorbell rings and I open it to see Fred. I give him a quick hug as we all sit down for dinner, Fred answering all of Finn's wild questions as I listen to Ginger tell me its paghetti not spaghetti. We all finish and I clean the dishes while Fred reads them a story. He walks out and sighs laughing. "Ginger just had a long ass argument about how an elephant not a giraffe was in  Africa. She does not realize that she can't read." He tells me and I laugh. "She refuses to admit it. Yesterday she tried reading to Finn. Pride and Prejudice was a ballsy move." I explain and he laughs. "My girl would do that." He says. "Want to watch a movie?" He asks and I sigh. "Fred you need to head home soon." I tell him and he nods sighing. "I know... But can't two friends watch the thrilling and sexy adventure of- Aurora?" He says picking up a random tape.

I laugh and take the tape shaking my head. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea Fred." I tell him, poking his nose. "Then let's make it the correct idea." He boldly puts. I chuckle taking the blankets from the couch. "What do you mean Fred?" I ask and he moves to hold my arms lightly. "I want to be yours. And- And I want you to be mine." He states and I look at him shocked. "Don't do this Fred." I whisper and his smile falters for a second. "Do what?" He asks softly.

"Don't do this." I say circling my arms between us. "Fred I love you but based off of three years ago, you don't love me. And I finally found my peace with that. But please. Please do not say you love me when I know you don't. I love that you are such an amazing father that you would throw yourself into an unhappy relationship just for them. But I can't. I don't want fake. I want your real love. And I won't allow myself to accept the man I love to say he loves me when he doesn't." I rant and he pulls me closer. "That's not why I'm saying that. Please." He whispers the last part, placing his forehead against mine. "Fred. I'm not going to be a burden again. That's why I couldn't tell you about those two amazing kids in there. I'm not using them as a way to have you again." I say and he looks at me with hurt eyes. "At least allow me a movie. Just a movie. I don't care if you say I don't love you when I do. But I just want to hold you again." He whispers and I sigh. "A movie."

I sit down on the couch and he slides next to me. "I do love you, more than the world." He whispers and I feel my eyes sting from tears trying to leave. I hear Ginger cry and I get up instinctively. "She's been having bad dreams lately." I tell him wrapping my jacket around myself. "Sit down. I got her." He tells me and I nod sighing.

I hear the baby monitor register him entering their room and I grab it to see what's going on.

"Daddy!" She sobs clutching to her fathers shirt. "Hey little one. What's wrong?" He asks calmly, wiping her face. "I had a bad dream. I got up and Finn was gone and mummy and you. Then there was a dragon and it chased me!" She sobs and he holds her close nodding. "Look baby. There's Finn. And mummy is right in the living room." He assures her. "But every time I wake up you aren't here anymore. You always leave. Why can't you stay? Mummy makes pancakes every Wednesday and she tells us they used to be your favorite. And- And why don't you stay?" She cries into his shirt, breaking his heart. "I'm so so sorry baby. I would stay. I would. But I can't right now. But I promise I will be one day." He tries. "Why don't you and mummy have rings?" She suddenly asks and he looks at her confused. "What do you mean baby?" He asks and she digs her face into his shirt more. "Sophie's mummy and daddy have rings. And they always hug. Why do you and  mummy not do that?" She asks and he smiles at her softly. "Because mummy and daddy are a little different than Sophie's." He tells her and she pouts. "Don't you love mummy?" She asks and he sighs. "I do baby. Very much. But some things are harder than others. But I promise. I will always be here for you. And I am so sorry for all that lost time but I promise, I will make it up to you." He whispers. They stay there quietly hugging until Ginger finally drops her head, quietly sleeping. He smiles laying her on the bed assigned to her and tucks her in softly. "God I love you. More than the world." He whispers, almost exactly how he said to Y/n moments before, with the same look in his eyes. Love.

I wipe my eyes hearing him walk out. His eyes are puffy but he shows no sign of sadness on his face. "Fred?" I whisper and he looks over smiling. "Yes?" He asks and I sigh. "Make me a promise." I tell him and he nods confused. "If I do this. You have to promise me. Do you actually love me or do you just love our children?" I ask and he laughs. "I love you all. Y/n you are the love of my life. Why are you asking this?" He asks and I finally kiss him. He perks up in surprise but he slowly melts into it. "God I love you so much." He whisper in between the kiss. Finally we break away chuckling as he smiles at me. "Want to watch our movie now? I was told there are some sexy adventures in Sleeping Beauty." I ask and he chuckles sitting down on the couch. "I also wanted to say, I might have promised a ring in the future." He suddenly says and I laugh holding up the baby monitor. "Shit I forgot we had that." He laughs and I kiss hiss jaw lightly. "Guess I caught you." I whisper and he laughs.

***

I wake up in my bed thinking last night was a far-fetched dream and smell smoke. "Fuck he is too much like his father." I whisper to myself. I run out and the twins are no where to be seen. I see Fred and he is throwing toast in the trash sadly. "Watcha doing?" I ask and he looks up sighing. "Trying to make breakfast..." He groans sitting down. I walk over and rubs his shoulders as he hums lightly. "Its Wednesday you blessing of a man." I whisper and he chuckles nodding. He turns, puckering his lips and I kiss him quickly. "Get the two arsonists awake please." I say as I grab a pan. He groans moving closer to me. "Why ruin the fun so early?" He asks, his hands sliding around my waist. He kisses my neck as I lean my head away slightly. "Mmm... As much as I would love to, the muffling spell is going to drop at any given moment and Finn is a light sleeper. The boy will tell Ginger we didn't wake them up and they will plot." I explain and he laughs at the thought.

"DADDY!" I hear Ginger yell and Finn runs out to find me. "DADDY'S HERE!" He tells me and I gasp. "He is?! Does that mean we should make french toast?!" I ask and Finn tugs my pyjama bottoms. "NOOO WE NEED TO MAKE PANCAKES!!!!" He whines and I laugh nodding. "FINN! CMONNNN" Ginger yells as she pulls Fred behind her. "COMING! WE'RE WATCHING TV WITH DADDY!" He tells me and I smile. "Go on then!" I tell him.

I finish making pancakes and we all eat together. Fred gets up and Ginger grabs him. "What baby?" He asks and she shoves her face into his leg. "You're leaving aren't you?" Finn asks and he smiles at Ginger, picking her up. "Just to the bathroom. Me and mummy thought you two would like a daddy day. I'm staying here for the whole day." He says winking at me. They all cheer and he moves over to kiss the top of my head and walking to the bathroom. "Mummy..." Ginger whispers. "Yes?" I ask in the same hushed tone. "Daddy kissed you." She tells me and I nod. "Yes he did." I whisper and she giggles happily.

***

I wake up to feel Fred moving around. "What are you doing?" I ask sleepily and he kisses my head. "Finn peed his bed, I got it though." He whispers and lays down next to me. "Does he need a bath?" I ask and he laughs. "Covered." He tells me and I smile nuzzling into his arm. "My hero." I mumble and he chuckles. I start to feel woozy and I rush out of bed. "Darling?" He yells behind me. I throw up into the toilet as I feel my body shake. He rushes in and grabs my hair into a ponytail. "Darling! Oh my god this is why you don't let me make meals." He tells me and I laugh weakly.

"I feel like now is a brilliant time to tell you. I might be pregnant." I tell him smiling. "Surprise..." I whisper doing weak jazz hands.