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muggycuphead · 2 years

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weird flex but ok i guess

bro, just look @ this bish, like-

m y g o d t h I s i s o l d a s f u c k

…Well, “old” according to internet speed, it’s only been months…a lot of months, but still, they were just months

Yes this the thing I mentioned back in June

Bruh, come to think how much time I went to spend on this hoe, it gets to the point of being just down right sad considering I won’t take this anywhere further than just “plot-wise” sketchdumps and other silly little things around it

And yeah, I’ll admit, I’m sort of frustrated about it, but I’ve given up at fighting with myself over that dead horse for any longer

For what’s remaining relating to this, I’ll just stick with the other stuff that’s yet to be posted (and drawn), since I do still have things to say and show about this concept, and I don’t lose much by just having it up so people could check it out

Though, and I want this to be clear, the writing down here was mostly made during my ‘freshmen’ months in the FNF fandom –hence why I wrote BF’s dialogue like that; I stuck with it since I though that gave the character some identity, but now I can see how silly it sounds-,plus, the sketchdumps I made beyond no. X (using roman numbers for a silly FNF concept? Classy Phids, very classy), most of them corresponding to this year, actually follow a ‘different’ plotline, basically a ‘broken’ version of the original story that’s happening inside a ‘fading’ universe with the ‘core wound’ relying in the hood; long story short, a ‘fake’ reality whose last resort to stop it’s constant destruction is counting on the protagonist –which is, obviously, BoyFriend…well, not actually the canon fellow, but an ‘alternative’ iteration of him that has gathered self-consciousness over the massive destruction happening back at home (it’s basically him and not actually him at the same time; the confusion is a part of both your experience and mine as well as I make this, don’t worry)

Long story short, this version of the concept is basically ‘obsolete’ (I hate that word but it’s the closest way to imply what I’m trying to say here) and most of the things shown here may or may not stick to its rewritten version, just so you know

Might not be the coolest thing, but eh, it’s worth the shot posting about it

Original post title: Haha lookie I made a stupid silly AU fanconcept for Friday Night Funkin’ because FUCK YEAH (Date of writing: Around May-June 2021)

War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

I have my reasons, just…

You guys know me, every time I throw myself into a fandom to be an active fan, most chances are that I can’t help but make something out of it, either be a concept or a whole story on so (nowonderwhyImadeVBandJSABBRwhenIgottoknowaboutthegame-newreleaseinfpascasetho-andallthatjazz)

And funny thing, this was like a mix of my 2018 SFPA and 2020 JSAB enterings, but multiplied by 5 and with the extra nostalgia I got after my research about NG during Remember November back in 2020

Aight, Imma shut up now, and show this off already, let’s a-go

Ahem-

So, I’ll be short for this one

The context I went for this one is pretty simple; before moving to the ‘Big City’ (aka the place GirlFriend lives at, as well as most other characters on the NG and other indies spectrum bc why not), BoyFriend used to live in a really yucky hood with his family, which population, aside from humans, had also zombies, ghosts, ghouls and other supernatural creatures that I’d consider to be the ‘opposite’ of demons and whatnot.

Thing is, in this actual ‘storyline’, BF got the memo that some lousy stuff’s going on over there at his homie hood due to a “mysterious” electricity outage (a blackout), but despite the rough memories of this place, he isn’t resentful about it, and gladly accepts going there to help…and also brings GF with him because #relationshipgoalsamirite

Also, not-so-important fun fact, he and GF have remained together for quite some time already (like 8yrs? 7? Idk but you get my point) despite their relationship being challenged every so and then (that would refer to most mods, as well as some common relationship discordances…depending on which is your definition of ‘common’ here-)

And yesh there is art surrounding this idea as, if not then why would I be posting this anyway lmaooo-

Though, I won’t be posting all of those in here, maybe the ones I already have (both scan and digi ver. if the image limit doesn’t strike me in the face first-) but since I’m just re-entering the NG field as well as learning about its origins yadda-yadda, I want to go slowly but surely on this one so I don’t mess everything up for my sake

And yea some parts might seem a little ‘on a rush’, but I just wanna get this idea out quick cuz I’ll be real, I have little to not much reasons to go anywhere else with this tbh

Here we go I guess:

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [I]

EDIT 25/10/2023: Updated the traditional drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.-Bike Ridin’ Afternoon

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

**Little lengthy though, you can skip if you want**

Camera briefly shows a far view of the sunset before going low as it shows BF and GF on the distant road, with BF riding his bike while GF grips close to him from behind, her arms surrounding his torso, and her chin resting on his left shoulder

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

There we are; me and my rowdy darling, rolling down the road, with the fresh breeze and the charming sky accompanying us as we go on his motorbike

It might not be the fanciest, but it sure is the fastest…just like his voice when we go funk every Friday night at the club~

We’ve been together for so long, more than a couple of years I would say, and yet, we made it to keep our love beating as loud as the boombox I usually take as my first class seat before the show begins

Screen slightly fades to black

Small ‘memory fragments’ show in the screen one by one (these representing different events, most outstanding ones specifically –yesimtalkingaboutmodsnowshush-)

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

We’ve seen a lot, we’ve heard a lot, and we’ve learnt a lot, especially him…in more than one sense

Memory fragments fade away

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

And no matter what had gotten in between us during those years, he always stood up for me when it was needed, as I did the same when he couldn’t

Small three-in-one transition: GF’s and BF’s silhouettes resembling a hostile scene [*], then a ‘neutral’ one [*] and finally a reconciliation one [*]

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

Even when we had to confront our differences [*], he was understanding enough to give each other some time apart [*] before fixing things up in the end [*]…and it’s funny considering his side work back in town is at a repair shop

Small three-in-one transition fades away

Screen goes back to normal

Camera shows GF and BF front view, as GF softly cuddles BF with a lovesome expression, as he calmly smiles back to her (as referenced in the sketch)

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

…That’s why I love him so much

BF returns his attention to the road, as GF opens her eyes, doing the same.

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

Unlike most guys I’ve met, he’s really passionate on what he does, and doesn’t give up easily on his accomplishments, yet he doesn’t need much to be happy, and has enough self-respect to know when it’s right to step back

Camera goes back to profile, distant view of GF and BF on the road

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

However, he’s on the first mindset right now. And not for our sake only, but for his ‘other family’s’ as well.

BF accelerates his bike as GF holds tighter, and they quickly speed forwards

A dark, blurry shape blocks the view briefly, and the sunset scenario is now replaced by a slight-visually rough neighbourhood environment, as BF and GF are a little closer to the camera’s view

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

Since the day we met as kids, and when we reunited as teenagers, I could tell he had a much tougher life than mine.

He and his family had their struggles back here when he was little; so that he had to learn how to work at a very young age along with his siblings to help themselves and their parents to survive.

Lucky them their parents weren’t too pushy about it

And although he didn’t always bring the topic that often, he didn’t hesitate to share those stories with me anytime he felt like he needed to.

But no matter how rude was life, he didn’t let himself down by it, and even got to make some good memories and fellow friends before moving out, some of which he still stays on-touch with.

I’d like to know them in person some day; from what he told me, they seem to be real nice

…Though he suggested me to hold the horses for a while, since things had been a little…off lately around the hood, more than usual he’d say

And mostly seen in the ‘special’ type of population it also has aside from humans…

Zombies! Yikes!

From what we know, something happened here around the hood that has had them out of control, and people are barely doing anything about it, reason why my dear BF decided to come see what’s going on and if he can do anything to help his ‘homies’ out

And even if the idea of actually living around zombies is quite a spook for me, I decided to come with him anyways. And besides, if he could live around them with no trouble, maybe they aren’t as bad as I might think…hopefully

We even had to switch our clothes to a more ‘chill-coloured’ ones in order to avoid more chaos, since these creatures lose their head towards ‘bright’ or ‘fire-resembling’ colors when they’re not ‘on their five senses’…if they even have any, but that’s just me

GF derails her eyes towards the environment, with a slightly disgusted look on her face.

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

Still, even if this place doesn’t seem as dirty as I imagined it to be, it still stinks…literally saying.

GF returns her view to the front, with her slightly disgusted expression remaining on her face

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

How come hasn’t he wrinkled his nose towards the smell yet?

GF changes her expression to a neutral one

GirlFriend (Narrator by though)

…Oh, of course I forgot. His sense is already used to it, heh…

That explained quite a lot of things when he told me, including not so pretty ones as well, but that’s besides the point, hehe

BF and GF go further foward on the bike, as the screen slightly fades to black (camera goes off)

[Later on…]

(Camera goes back on) BF and GF arrive to BF’s old house –the garage to be specific- as he stops and turns off the motorbike, parking it there, while GF slowly detaches from his torso

BoyFriend

Bep, beep bee bap!

(*Well, here we are!)

BF lets go of the handle and gets off the bike, as GF changes her sitting position (closed legs) and looks around the garage

Close up to GF

GirlFriend

Wow. To be your former home, this place doesn’t seem to have aged that bad; even the garage’s still looking neat.

GF suddenly derails her eyes to BF, whose hand is lend towards her

GirlFriend

Huh?

BF winks her in a ‘fancy’ way

BoyFriend

B’Bap~

(*M’lady~)

GirlFriend

Chuckles. (Oh, you! ~)

GF grabs BF’s hand

GirlFriend

My, how gentle~

GF gets off the bike as well with BF’s help (sorta)

GirlFriend

Good thing you got someone to help bring some of our things here, you really have some lovely friends on your side.

BF walks away from GF towards the garage’s entrance, as he closes the door manually.

BoyFriend

Bee, bap baboop skidoo bep boo bop, bebop

(*Heh, that’s what good trust gets you to, I guess)

BF walks back to GF, hands on his pockets.

BoyFriend

Boo bep bap boo bop bebop, bee bap bobep.

(*But like I told you before, this will be a temporal stay)

Bap beep bop beep skidee bep, beep boo bap boop, bee boop

(*As things get fixed around here, we’ll go back to town, my promise)

GirlFriend

Yeah, I know

BoyFriend

Neutral expression …

GirlFriend

Low faced. …You only said it because you could tell, right?

BoyFriend

Low faced as well. Beep...

(*Yeah…)

GirlFriend

Oh, I…

BoyFriend

Redoes his smile. Boo boop, bap beep

(*Don’t worry, I understand)

Boop bep boo beep skoop, beep bap bep

(*Not everyone’s used to this place’s vibes, and that’s okay)

GirlFriend

Smiles back. I’ll still try giving it a chance, just for you

BoyFriend

Softly blushes. Bee, boop bap boo…

(*Awe, you don’t have to…)

BF goes back to his normal expression.

BoyFriend

Beebap, bep boo bep boop

(*Anyway, we should get going to the living room

Bee bap babop boo beep, bop beep bee beep skidoo bop

(*We have a lot of unpacking to do, so it’s best if we start as soon as possible)

GirlFriend

Alright, sure

Both BF and GF walk towards the garage door –which is off-camera- as the sound of it creaking open and close is heard.

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

**Note: I’d put a little rap battle sequence here as a reminiscence of og FNF’s ‘Tutorial’ where BF tests out a motorized electricity generator’s power with an old boombox he and his family had back then because why not?**

Screen fades to black (camera goes off) x2

[At nightfall…]

(Camera goes back on) We back with BF and GF, who’re just chilling on the living room’s couch, while GF’s head rests on BF’s chest, and his hand holds her shoulder softly.

BoyFriend

Bap, bee beep babeep…beep skidoo beep bop…

(*Man, the memories that this brings back…I’m feeling nostalgic…)

GirlFriend

I got that feeling too. I even remember that one time you ‘took a blow’ for me on your job…

BoyFriend

…Boop bee beep bap ‘bop’ babep boo ‘skadoo’…bep bee bap boo beep

(*…Though the only thing that ‘blow’ harmed was my own ‘fashion’…and my back too a little)

GirlFriend

Giggles. Oh my goodness

BoyFriend

Bop bee bap

(*But it was worth it just to keep your beauty immaculate, hehe)

GirlFriend

Smiles. Hmhmph…

A sudden noise is heard from the kitchen

GirlFriend

Oh, dinner’s ready. Must go turn off the fire.

GF separates from BF, stands up from the couch and walks off the living room, towards the kitchen (off-camera), as he stands up as well an follows her.

Final screen black fade on this (camera goes off definitely here)

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Ah yes, my OTP

You can tell by the dialogue development I’m really tru 2 it (though I’m holding myself from melting out into it too much bc I don’t want to get too weird with my ‘romantic’ speech style so yea-)

And yup, BF in this timeline/universe owns a bike

I wanted to make the reason why a surprised at first, but I ended up spoiling it on my little script there (not like I’m mad about it tho olololol-)

Though the slightly faded ‘K’ for Keith on the handle’s front in the trad ver was before I knew BoyFriend’s canon first real name was…well, BoyFriend; but don’t worry there’s a remade version of it in a later sketchdump

And as you may guess, they’re not wearing their usual clothes there –or at least not their original designs so ye-

Pardon if my baboopish’s not that great (nor that short, ugh-), it’s still a little hard for silly me to talk in beatbox language (?)

Ergo, you have permission to make fun of it, won’t mind-

2.-Monday Morning Restin’ (…maybe)

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

Scenario: BF’s parents’ old bedroom, on which’s bed the funky couple is sleeping

A little shine of sunlight sneaks through the window, brightening up BF and GF –yet not enough to wake them up, and GF’s phone alarm starts ringing.

GF wakes up slightly, as she turns around to tap her phone’s screen and turn the ring off.

GirlFriend

Rubbing her eyes off. Hmph, what a night…

GF shakes BF softly

GirlFriend

BF darling, wake up~

BF reacts passively, but doesn’t wake up

GF insists with her shaking

GirlFriend

C’mon, open your eyes~

BF remains asleep

GF crosses her arms

GirlFriend

Soft smirk…Guess I’ll have to be more direct with my memo.

GF gets close and grabs BF by the cheek, as she softly but firmly kisses him on the other one, to which he reacts more actively, waking up quickly.

BoyFriend

Yawns. Hmm…

GirlFriend

Finally, you’re awake; and best be now, ‘cuz you wouldn’t have liked what I’d go for my fourth attempt…

BoyFriend

(*Still more effective than my alarm clock, that’s for sure)

(*Morning babe, how did you sleep?)

GirlFriend

Morning dear; it was decent, I’d say. What about you?

BoyFriend

(*Great, mostly because I was dreaming with you…and about you~)

GirlFriend

Oh, stop it you~

BoyFriend

Visible slight discomfort.

(*…the bed’s couch kinda needs some checking, though)

GirlFriend

Agreed.

BoyFriend

(*Anyway, we should get ready to go now; gotta start off the week on the right foot, if you get what I’m sayin’)

GirlFriend

Smiles. Yeah, I do.

I’ll quickly go wash myself, might not take long

Crosses arms …And no peeks allowed this time. Got it?

BoyFriend

(*Your word is my command, ma’am)

GirlFriend

Boops BF’s nose. Good.

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

[Later on…]

(Camera goes back on) BF and GF are riding on the bike once again, this time with helmets on (better later safe than later sorry, amirite) and GF is now holding BF by his shoulders.

GirlFriend

Are you sure this is the right way to the place that ‘homie’ of yours was talking about?

BoyFriend

(*As sure as of the fact my hair’s not dyed)

Whispers.

(…but if things get too crazy, below this jackie I have some little ‘fire power’ I sneaked out from my dad’s shelf)

GirlFriend

Savage.

BoyFriend

(*On other news thought, I’m glad the workplace you chose has solar panels installed; that’s one worry less for me)

GirlFriend

Oh, I’ll be fine; it’s not the first time I’m using my ‘pretty personality’ to cash in

BoyFriend

(*Will still keep an eye if any simps dare to try hit on you)

GirlFriend

Ew, don’t make me think about that…

BoyFriend

(*I mean the human ones; the undead don’t crave for the living)

(*…but who knows? I’ll watch over them too, just in case…)

GirlFriend

Ironic. That means you’ll also have to watch yourself as well, right?

BoyFriend

(*Huh…?)

GirlFriend

Smirk. You know, according to Tankman’s words back then…

BoyFriend

(*Wha… No, that’s… I mean, yeah but…)

(*Hey!)

GirlFriend

Giggles. You look so cute when you blush~

BF sighs it off and regains his composure.

His expression, somehow, changes to a more serious one (GF doesn’t notice)

BoyFriend (internally talking to self)

(*…I’m also glad that place is run by freaky-steins only)

BF retrieves his previous expression and accelerates forward.

Quick transition to a different scenario (camera goes off and on)

BF stops his bike but keeps it on, as he takes his helmet off and puts his cap on (he had it attached to his belt below his upper clothes)

BoyFriend

(*Well, guess I’m good to go now)

GirlFriend

Disconfort smile. I still feel a little bad about leaving you with no bike.

BoyFriend

(*Ah, it’s fine; I know my way back home on foot)

(*Now go, you have a business to take care of…literally)

GF nods and kisses BF on the cheek, as he gets off the bike and lets her get to the handle.

BF walks away a little and turns around, as GF gets the bike going again and drives her way out of there.

Few seconds of staring later, BF turns around and walks into the alleyway, with a serious look on his face.

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

**Note: In this case, the ‘job interview’ is also interpretated as a rap battle, this time being GF who has to sing along. Which job she’s applying for? You figure it out (?)**

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Me waking up be like

And if someone asks -‘YO why does BF have bruises on his body??’

Well, at first I thought them to be like a metaphor for the missed arrows during rap battles, but now I think it’s a little dumb (justalittle), so let’s say he just had throwing quite a few gangsta moves with some douches who dared to mess with his girl…and well, here we are

Also, the job interview bit wasn’t originally there, I just brought it up while writing the little script; ik, I’m weird

And before you say it- YEES I NOW KNOW GF’S CANONICALLY TALLER THAN BF

I just mistook it out of slight ignorance by the time I drew this, forgive past me for it plz ty

3.-Waiting for babe to come home

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

//HOL’ UP//

In this case, this can relate to two events of the same type, but with different context outcome

(I) First Noon Wait’s always the scariest one

**Note: Just so it doesn’t feel bland, during BF’s intervention there could be another rap battle aside from GF’s , but idk**

Scenario: GF just chilling in the living room, though a slight sight of discomfort can be seen on her face

GirlFriend

Worried. Where is he? Where IS he…?

He said he would be here soon; but it’s been an hour since I got here before him

I hope he didn’t get baited by that friend of his…even the kindest can have their asshole side too…

Frowns. …Ugh, should I call him? Send him a text? Go look for him…?

The noise of the front door closing is heard

GF shakes out of surprise

GirlFriend

Oh my lord.

GF gets up from the couch and rushes to go check what’s up

Turns out it’s BF that’s finally back home, as he saves his key back onto his pocket after closing the door.

GF goes to him and hugs him.

GirlFriend

Overjoyed(?). Finally! You’re here!

BoyFriend

Surprised.

(*O-oh! I-I’m happy to see you as well, darling, hehe)

GirlFriend

Frowns with a soft worrisome look. What took you so long? You got me worried sick…

BoyFriend

Embarrassed.

(*Ah, sorry about that; seems that walking back home from the repair shop took longer than what I expected…)

GirlFriend

Sighs out of relief. Well, at least you’re still here, safe and sound.

Crosses arms. And how did things end up at that alley you went to? Was it worth the effort?

…and the spent gasoline?

BoyFriend

(*Fortunately it was, I got some indications on where I can go ask for deeper information)

(*…though funny enough, I’ll have to get it by doing what I do best, during Friday even)

GirlFriend

Let me guess, rapping?

BoyFriend

Nods.

GirlFriend

Smiles. …how am I not surprised?

BoyFriend

(*Heh, but anyways, I must get my chords warmed up before showing off)

GirlFriend

You can do that later, how about we share a little drink?

BoyFriend

(*Sure, why not?)

GF takes BF with her to another room (off-camera)

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

(II) Something’s not quite right tonight… (sketch referenced)

**Note: During the time this happens, there’s also some rapping going on. Thing is, BF’s not really having it at best…and GF’s intuition can tell**

First ‘pause bit’: GF waiting outside, back on the wall, crossed arms with a nervous look on her face.

GirlFriend

Don’t fret GF, he’ll come back…

He can handle it…he has gone through worse, so this isn’t anything new for him

Yet, I can’t help but feel like something bad is about to happen…

**Back to track: LOL no shit, woman… BF’s still keeping up though**

Second pause bit: GF checks her phone, looking at the hour, and after sending a few messages that were left unread, she decides to finally quit the waiting.

GirlFriend

Enough with this; it’s already past midnight.

GF taps something on her phone and gets on the bike, with helmet on, as she puts the phone in a little holder the bike has for it.

Haha bike goes vroom vroom

GirlFriend

Never thought I’d have to use this tracking app again, but I’m left with no other choices.

GF gets the bike going, out to find where BF’s at.

**Back to track: BF’s still kicking, but it’s getting little hard to keep up**

Last pause bit: GF arrives to where her ‘GPS’ presumes BF’s phone signal is located in (wow), as she parks and takes her helmet off.

GirlFriend

(Another dark alley…they really do own up to the ‘gangsta’ impression, do they…)

GF keeps the keys and takes her phone with her as well (you guess where she put them idc), but leaves the helmet on the bike and enters the alley.

**Back to track: BF’s cornered, oh no (kILMEE-)**

A final pattern of arrows is sent towards BF, though his lungs are just about to wear out

But before the arrows get to him, GF quickly enters in, mic sneaked out of BF’s hand, and finishes off the patterns, ‘missing’ the last one unconsciously (diag!right)

Still though, she manages to corner the enemy back (keep in mind she basically still has her HP bar at 50% so yeah-)

GF turns to BF, who’s crouched, passively catching his breath, and lowers to his height to look at him

GirlFriend

My goodness, are you okay?

BoyFriend

(*Yeah, I’m fine…)

(Thanks for the backup there, by the way)

“???”

(#Hmm… that brimstone essence… so dense…)

(#… No wonder why this kid’s such a lame-o now! A demon hoe has broken into the hood, yo!)

After throwing a shocked-angry expression towards that comment, BF grows in rage and steps forward, while GF stares with her eyes wide open.

BoyFriend

(*HEY! Say that again and I’ll beat the undead heck out of you, dude!)

BF tries to get near the zombie dude, but GF reacts quick and grabs him by his arms, held close and tight.

GirlFriend (in the moment)

No BF, don’t do it! It’s not worth it!

“???”

(#Yo, like if ya actually had da balls to defend that horny slut!)

BoyFriend

(*At least I still have these pumpin’ unlike yours, you rot bitch!)

Provoked by BF’s words, zombie dude grows furious and ready to strike back

“???”

(#Now you askin’ for it, kid!)

GirlFriend

Gasp. No!

Zombie dude goes for a hold onto BF, but GF takes BF by his left hand –he drops the mic in the moment, making it ‘screech’ loudly on the place- and rushes away with him.

GirlFriend (while running)

Too wild! Gotta leave!

[T.B.C.]

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Can we not talk about my clothing choices for GF and how rushed they look now thank you-

She thick tho

And yeah, that…I really got a little too carried away with the second night dialogue there oof-

4.-Injured

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

(Retaking on where things were left on before)

GirlFriend (while running)

Too wild! Gotta leave!

BF and GF rush to the exit, but as they’re about to reach it, the zombie dude –who’s quite far away from the (he no very fast)- grabs his ‘snake’ by its head with one hand.

“???”

(#Hell no, you ain’t leaving just yet!)

Zombie dude throws the creature in a upper-curved line.

The ‘snake’s’ iris flickers in a frightening way as it catches up to the couple, BF being its main target specifically, and reveals a animalistic mouth with teeth and stuff.

…and when getting close enough, the ‘snake’ bites him in the forearm, making a loud crunch while doing so, and ‘spitting’ out little few blood drops out of the injury.

As a response to the pain, BF lets out a loud ‘beep’ (ergo, a scream) and lets go off GF’s hand, who’s looking the whole thing in shock, while turning around to see the creature attached to his limb

BoyFriend (quick talk)

Groans in distress.

(*Urk, why you little-)

BF points his index and middle fingers up, and sinks them in the ‘snake’s’ iris, forcing it to let go

BoyFriend (in the moment)

(*Fuck off!)

BF grabs the ‘snake’ by its tail, swings it two times and throws it back to its owner.

BF clutches his wounded arms not too close throwing a distress sigh

GirlFriend

BF, your-!

One of the zombies tries to catch BF, but he dodges the move.

BF grabs GF’s hand and keeps running

BoyFriend (on the rush)

Slightly off.

(*No time! Let’s go)

Quick transition to the alley’s outside (camera goes off and on)

As he rushes out of the alley with GF, BF catches an undead trying to take his bike.

BoyFriend (on the rush)

(*Oh no, you ain’t getting it!)

**Quick-time event** BF puts his hand inside his jacket, pulls out his dad’s gun and shoots the zombie on the back, getting them off of it

BF and GF get on the bike as he turns it on, GF putting her helmet on, BF not caring that much about doing so, and quickly drives away from that place.

Two other bad boys go follow ‘em in their own motorcycles.

[T.B.C.]

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Big oof there, mate

…No seriously, that hurts

And here is where things will start getting a little…chaotic, to not say more (and I wouldn’t say I’m glad about it but let’s keep going I guess)

And YES I’m aware the arm he got bitten in the script isn’t the same as it’s shown in the drawing, it was a ‘retroactive’ change the further I went with this, sorry for the confusion; you’ll see how it is in the newer trad/digit sketchdumps

5.-Healing room

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

(Mostly retaking on where things were left on before; same context, different time and place –flash forward)

BF and GF are still riding on the streets.

GF turns back.

GirlFriend

Seems like we lost them…

BF takes a look to the bike’s ‘retro viewer’ (no idea how to say ‘retrovisor’ in English, oops) (ikit’smissinginthedesignbutletsjustimagineitstherefornowokty-)

BF sighs in relief and looks back to the front, as he lowers the speed.

BoyFriend

(*Thank Fulp…)

Suddenly, BF passes out in a flashing moment, derailing the bike a little, but regains consciousness quick enough to regain control onto the handle.

GirlFriend

Shocked. Ah!

BoyFriend

Nervous. …!!

BF stops the bike and holds his injured arm close

GF notices and holds BF’s shoulders

GirlFriend

Oh my lord-

Containing the nerves. We need to take you to a hospital, quick

BoyFriend

(*But do you…?)

GirlFriend

I know one nearby here, let me drive you there

Quick transition (camera goes off and on)

BF and GF have switched places, with GF being the one driving and BF holding to her with his left arm, as his right one –whose ‘patched’ in order to stop the bleeding with a fabric sheet GF had with her for some reason- is placed on her thigh (shedontminddw)

BF lowers his head as a sign of it aching, and GF notices, quickly turning back to him

BF lifts it back up

BoyFriend

(*Just a side effect of the wound, don’t worry)

GirlFriend (on though)

Doubtful. I feel it’s more than just that…

GF turns back to the road

GirlFriend

We’re already here anyway.

GF lowers speed and parks the bike in the spot near the hospital

GirlFriend (on though)

‘:T’ face. Man, even the hospitals look quite ‘post-apocalyptic’ here

Both get off the bike and rush to the door (off-camera), arriving to the reception room

Screen fades to black (camera goes off); Character tiles can still be seen though

Old reception Nurse

Mostly indifferent. Hello, how can I-

Notices the couple, specifically BF, and shocks. Oh my lord!

GirlFriend

Concern. We need a doctor here, quick!

Old reception Nurse

Ah- sure! Go with Dr. Mendel! His room’s at the end of the hall, left side of the elevator

GirlFriend

Thank you

GF rushes away (can be told by the clacking of her steps alongside with BF’s)

Old reception Nurse

Talks to the mic. Dr. Mendel, a patient is coming your way.

He has an injury on his right forearm, a bite wound from what I could tell, and with quite an amount of lost blood.

Your attention is strictly required for him.

…

Amazed. My God…It’s been so long since the last time I saw little BF; he has grown so much…

Concerned. …Hope I do get to see him again.

GF and BF’s steps are heard again, then stop all of a sudden

(Camera goes back on) GF and BF stumbled upon Dr. Mendel.

Dr. Mendel

Hey there, was expecting you to come

To BF. Quick, you come in; we gotta fix that leak on your arm

BF is taken into the surgery room (?) by a nurse

GF wants to come in as well, but is quickly ‘pushed’ away from BF by Mendel.

Dr. Mendel

…Woah there miss; I know you’re worried for him, but you know how it is

GirlFriend

Oh, right

Dr. Mendel

Go wait outside, please

If anything happens, I’ll let you know first

GF nods and leaves

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

[Few hours later…]

(Camera goes back on) GF is waiting on the reception, listening to some music in her phone with a pair of earbuds she had with her way before, but despite that, her mind is still upset.

Nurse

(>Excuse me, Ms G)

As she notices the nurse next to her, GF quickly breaks out her ‘thoughstorm’, takes her earbuds off, and stands up, holding her phone and buds with both hands.

GirlFriend

Slightly anxious. How did things turn out? Is my dear BF okay?

Nurse

(>Yes, he made it through)

(>Thankfully, the wound on his arm wasn’t too deep and could be closed with few complications.

(>He’s also fortunate you brought him in time, he lost quite some blood, but we could return the enough amount to keep him mostly stable until his full recovery)

GirlFriend

Relieved. Ah, glad to hear it.

Nurse

Serious glance.

(>…However…)

GirlFriend

Huh?

Nurse

(>Something outstood on his condition’s first diagnosis)

(>Just to confirm our suspicions, do you know who or what bit him exactly?)

GirlFriend

Recalling. Oh, uh, it was this one…weird creature thing, like a human eye the size of a boa snake.

‘Yuck’ face. It even had a mouth with really ugly teeth and stuff, ew.

Nurse

(>…Oh, so turns out it was what we though after all)

GirlFriend

What’s with it…?

Nurse

(>Long story short, without proper medication, he could’ve gotten infected with a zombie viral parasite)

(>…Correction, the zombie viral parasite)

GirlFriend

Gasp. Oh my…

Nurse

(>Don’t worry though, we supplied him the vaccine against the bacteria it relies on to keep it down)

(>Still, he must follow a certain treatment to recover from it… or in the least ‘lucky’ of cases, have it under control)

GirlFriend

Oh, I see

…Can I see him now?

Nurse

(>Sure dear, come with me)

The nurse takes GF with her and onwards to where BF is kept on.

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

(Camera quickly goes back on) While BF is resting on a hospital bed, his forearm bandaged from elbow to almost wrist and his head uncovered, a familiar voice is heard nearby and also wakes him up.

GirlFriend

Holding BF’s cap. Hey there, babe…

BoyFriend

(*Hey there, GF darling)

GirlFriend

How you feeling?

BoyFriend

(*Kinda tired and a little dizzy, but way better than before, that’s for sure)

(*…Still, I don’t like being bare-haired, it’s too boresome for my fashion)

GirlFriend

Giggles. Neither do I

But here, let me fix it for you

GF puts BF’s cap back on his head and turns it backwards, just like before.

GirlFriend

There you go, looking fab again

BoyFriend

(*Heh, thanks)

(*…I guess we’ll be here for a while, huh?)

GirlFriend

Yeah, I think so

Dr. Mendel said you still need some time to rest before discharge.

And to also let the vaccine he gave you accustom in your body, this that

You know, medic stuff

BoyFriend

(*Hmph)

GirlFriend

Though, I have to thank you a little for –mostly- defending me there.

I can now see a little clearer the reason why you keep me away from most zombies around here, not really used to demon-related people, do they…

BoyFriend

Smiles.

(*Anything to protect you, GF)

GirlFriend

Frowns a little. …Yet still, I hope you’ve learnt you lesson about not engaging hard with people that don’t match your size.

Especially if they have ‘supernatural’ traits.

BoyFriend

Embarrased

(*…Ah, yeah, sorry about that…guess that’s what happens when you get too carried away by the heat of the moment, hehe…)

(*Will control my impulses better next time, I promise)

GF kisses BF on the cheek.

GirlFriend

You better do.

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

[T.B.C.]

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In the original idea, GF was the one to cure him…but then I remembered this isn’t your usual home-healed type of injury, so… no, scrap that

6.-Sn-eye-ke

Yeah that’s the thing that bit him…ew

I originally though it as a zombie head attached to some ‘organic’ strings, but the more I looked at it, I though ‘woah wait, this sort of seems more like an dissected eye, I’ll go with that instead’ and there you go

Still disgusting though, I would like that thing to stay 10 meters away from me tysm

7.-Still funkin’

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

**Events skipped**

-BF’s quick discharge and final check-up (protocol purposes)

-GF’s little peek for info

Scenario: At home, BF is quietly waiting in the living room, resting on the couch, as he stares every so and then to his phone, wondering things silently in visible concern

BoyFriend (on though)

Worried.

(*It’s already past her leaving hour, she should’ve arrived already, before me…)

Eyes close.

(*…No BF, stay put dude)

Smiles to self.

(*Your gal can handle herself alone, she’ll do fine)

(*We’ve been through worse before, this ain’t anything to get too ousted about)

Held head.

(*…Yet, I can’t stop thinking about last Friday…)

GF arrives, but does little noise so BF doesn’t notice.

But as she comes close to him in the living room in an attempt to ‘surprise greet’ him, BF quickly busts her and sits on, putting his phone away.

BoyFriend

(*Sweet Zone-tan, you’re back!)

GirlFriend

Oh, you don’t say

BoyFriend

(*What… What took you so long? You got me on pins and needles, woman…)

GirlFriend

Oh, I was having a little stroll around the hood, nothing special

BoyFriend

‘Ough’ face (aka missed arrow be like).

(*…You WHAT?)

GF sits alongside with BF

GirlFriend

Hey, don’t fret darling, I didn’t find –or cause any trouble in my way

…But rather, I met a nice freaky homie that swept me some useful info.

BoyFriend

(*Really? What did they tell you?)

GirlFriend

To put it short, he told me a little about this so-called ‘diagonal mechanic’ and how it could be used to fix this whole power outage issue.

BoyFriend

(*Diagonal mechanic…?)

Realizes.

(*Oh damn, of course! How could I forget about it?)

GirlFriend

What? You already knew about that?

BoyFriend

(*The ‘electricity originated from music’ sort of system, yeah)

(*But I didn’t know it would actually become a thing)

GF gives BF the little device she got from that freaky homie.

GirlFriend

Well, at least now’s the right time to put them to use.

But before that, I got you a little something~

GF takes something out of one of her shopping bags and shows it to BF.

It’s a leather jacket with a skull-like print on it

BF takes it with a look of interest

GirlFriend

I’d say it’s basically to compensate what those crazy goops did to your old hoodie, but deep inside, I did it out of bare kindness.

Besides, the person who sold it to me said its material is of very good quality, so y’know…

BoyFriend

(*Wow, this…)

(*You didn’t have to, GF)

(*You must have spent quite some cash here, and…)

GirlFriend

Oh, don’t get worked up on it, B babe

Even if it doesn’t seem so, that little jackie was pretty cheap

But enough chat, how about you try it on here? I wanna see

BoyFriend

(*Well, if you say so)

BF takes the jacket, unzips it and puts it on, zipping it back

BoyFriend

(*Huh, it’s even good to my size, really nice and comfy)

(Though, lemme just…)

BF takes the right sleeve and pulls it up to the elbow’s height.

BoyFriend

(*I like it better this way)

(*Thanks GF, this was real sweet of you)

GirlFriend

Oh, you’re welcome.

Now I think we should go see how that little bad boy works in your hands.

BoyFriend

(*Sure, I’ll get the boombox beating now)

Screen fades to black (camera goes off)

**Note: This is basically another tuto, but with GF guiding BF the same way as she was taught before by the freaky homie**

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Please someone tell me you got the Bijuu reference there-

And about the thing on his right hip, it’s supposed to be a gun (possibly the one I just wrote him to have) but ehh…I kinda changed my mind about it being there specifically

As for the little wristlet there, it’s a minor detail I put there just for fun (ifothersdidsowhycanti??)

8.-…well, sorta

[Cutscene-styled script for storytell sake –andbcwhynot-]

**Sidenote: this is basically a more-than-once event, but for now, I’ll portray here the case that comes most to thought right now

Scenario: BF and GF on the streets, after paying off a visit to that freaky homie for ‘grinding’ purposes

Little chit-chat walking going on, until…

BoyFriend

Head aching.

(*Ow…)

GirlFriend

Huh?

BoyFriend

(*W-wait, just…)

…

GirlFriend

…

BF’s head stops aching.

BoyFriend

Sighs

(*…There, it’s gone)

GirlFriend

You good?

BoyFriend

(*Yeah, let’s go)

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Oh no he’s having another headache, red flag bad-

Also-

‘Jeez Phids, is that another story following the ‘sicken protagonist’ trope? Can’t you be original for once-?’

Yes I know, but this one kind of has a twist in the end

9.-BF icon but the cap is different

Asset stuff, nothing out of common…yet

10.-‘I can handle it’ (BF’s vague sense of smell)

Ye, like mentioned before, he’s used to putrid smells

No surprise considering he was grown there for some time

…though I’d say it’s something he was born with so y’know

11.-BF’s logo but it’s more related to the hood

Yea I redid his jacket’s logo a little

Looks kinda cool though, don’tcha think?

12.-New arrow keys mechanics…?

…oops

I wanted to keep in secret what they are exactly by the moment, but I accidentally dropped them here soooo…guess not

Though, these you see there now are old designs, but I redid them in a later sketchdump I have so y’know

Their functions are pretty easy to explain…though I doubt they could be actually implemented AND TESTED in-game

Still, here’s what you need to know about them:

Diagonal arrows

Also called power arrows and/or energy tiles, these are a type of keys that ‘outstand’(?) not only because of their general effect (energy generation/transformation/distribution/yougetthepoint) but also because they request for some modifications in the mic they’ll be sung on

Keyboard command to activate one diagonal arrow temporally: Mayus/Ctrl + the corresponding arrow key

Keyboard command to activate/deactivate the diagonal mechanic permanently: Ctrl + Mayus + Enter

Auto arrows

Also called bonerows and/or actions tiles, these are automatic-pressed arrows, basically function the same way as the hellclown/heavenclown ones in the FNFxMdAcc Tricky mod, but they actually have a purpose here, as they allow the boss and/or the player themself –such as BF, GF or Pico even (yesibroughthimheretoo,heseemscoolandafriendofminesafansoiwannajoinherpartyalittlewowowow)- to perform an action in response to what the enemy might attempt to damage their HP range.

Their color palette is the same as the main arrows’, which can make it a little harder to distinguish. However, they don’t have diagonal versions (…or not yet, but who knows)

Inverted controls

Also known as zombie controls and/or undead controls, these are controls used specifically by zombie/undead type bosses. They are composed by

-Rotten arrows. They’re organ-resembling arrows. Color palette is similar, but more opaque than the og one.

-Raw insertion. They’re inside-resembling(?) insertions. They’re slightly low sided and softly tremble when an arrow enters their inlay.

In order to get through them, you have to sing the opposite arrow pattern they might throw you back (in case it happens cuz y’know-)

#friday night funkin'#fnf #alternative timeline #alt universe #au #at #bfsh #hashtag #phiddie you fucking dumbass #lol #fnfau #noooo

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yundix · 3 years

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Hiii<3 First, I wanna say that I REALLY LOVE your writing omg😭😭😭💘💘💘 and also, Can I request Yuzuha with a Sukeban (You know? Like, fem delinquents) s/o pretty please?🥺 (Sorry for my weird english😭)

Troublemaker

Yuzuha x Fem!Delinquent Reader

Contains: Fluff, fluff, more fluff, my love for Yuzuha shining through this post

Notes:First off, sorry for taking so long to post something! Inspiration comes and goes so fast for me, and when it goes it's really hard for me to write. But, when I got this request my heart went "LETS GO HOE" and here we are!

Anyways, thank you for requesting this! And I'm so happy you like my writing 🥺 I've been so iffy of my works. And your english is fine! Don't worry at all love, enjoy!

(Ngl I forgot if she was in a gang herself but-)

We all know that Yuzuha knows a lot about delinquents, considering she has two brothers who are both delinquents themselves

So usually she wasn't surprised or scared seeing them around

But one day she saw you, sitting on a park bench in some uniform, face beaten and blood running down your face

Upon closer expection, she saw the logo of a gang on your top, and it made her eyes widen just a bit

She's never seen a female delinquent before, so you were a sight to see

Noticing her form, you tilted your head and smiled at her, even though you felt terrible

"Am I that good looking?"

She learned that you were a somewhat well known delinquent from your gang and some members from anothet gang attacked you

IMMEDIATELY friends. I don't make the rules ♡

And your relationship grew from there

You guys clicked instantly, although Yuzuha was hesitant at first because at the time she was still enduring her eldests brothers abuse

Once you found out about that though, you were so insistant on getting your gang to beat the shit outta him, but she declined many times

You? Protective gf but not gf mode ON

You'd fight anyone to protect her, over the months you knew her, you found yourself becoming happier with the thought of seeing and being around her

Eventually, after the whole Christmas fiasco and you dotting over her and her brother, you eventually came to terms that you liked Yuzuha

Nah cause Hakkai saw it from miles away 💀 and when he told Mitsuya about it he laughed

They bet on who'd confess first

You were the one who ended up confessing, and it was on accident

Knocking on the familiar door of Yuzuhas and Hakkais home, you leaned against the wall and groaned. Your head was spinning, you barely remembered your way here.

The door opened, revealing none other than Yuzuha herself. She took one look at your battered state before ushering you inside, her light scolding falling on deaf ears.

As she pulled you along to her room, you simply stared at the back of her head with a smile. 'Pretty hair...'

You were sat down on her bed, and she quickly grabbed her first aid kit and went to work.

"Honestly, you scare me half to death with the amount of times you've showed up here looking like hell." Yuzuha huffed while dabbing rubbing alcohol onto your cheek.

You only hummed, closing your eyes with a grin.

"I'm just glad you're okay." You mumbled, temporarily shocking the other girl. She shook her head, thinking it was just the adrenaline and going back to patching you up.

"Those fuckers deserved it anyways...talk shit, get hit. They shouldn't of had your name in their mouths." Yuzuha slowed her movements, eyes meeting your lidded ones. You fought someone over her?

Giggling like a school girl, you leaned into her hand and sighed. At this point Yuzuhas face was burning red, your actions throwing her off.

Eventually you were all patched up, now borrowing a pair of Yuzuhas clothes. You wandered off into the kitchen where said girl stood, a cup of water in her hand. She held it out to you and you gladly accepted it, gulping it down and setting it aside.

Staring at Yuzuhas form, you noticed her avoiding your eyes.

Pushing off the counter, you stalked over to her form and hugged her, leaning your head against her shoulder. This wasn't new for either of you, with you being the more affectionate one. But it always made the girl blush.

"Thanks for always taking care of me Zuha. I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes with y'know, the fights and all. I'll treat you to something tomorrow, whatever you want." You couldn't see her face but Yuzuha felt like she was gonna burst.

On cloud nine? Yes, but also ready to have a heart attack.

Yuzuha chuckled, "is that a date?" She asked as a joke to ease her embarrassment.

You stepped back to face her, feeling your own cheeks warm up.

"Well I am madly in love with you so, if you want it to be."

Please that was so bad

Anyways, after y'all get together, your relationship is still pretty much the same but you're a lot more affectionate

Yuzuha goes mother mode whenever you get injured

You bring her along to your gang meetings occasionally, and everyone respects her (and if they didn't you'd stomp their face in)

She sees you fighting and 😳 miss take a picture it'll last longer

You offered her to join you and your gang but she declined, which you understood

Anyone messes with her? We all know Yuzuha can handle herself but you'll already be 2 steps ahead of her ready to handle it

LATE 👏 NIGHT 👏 DATES

Since school and the gang usually takes up a big portion of your time, you usually aren't available much during the day

When you are though, you're obviously by her side

But when you don't have any time until the later hours of the night, you end up running to some 24 hour convenient store and grabbing all y'alls favorite snacks before heading to her and Hakkais place

Your dates usually consist of either self care nights and pampering, or watching movies under a blanket fort and cuddling with all the snacks you brought

Your hands are calloused from all the fighting you've done, but Yuzuha loves playing with them while laying with you, or just doing it absentmindedly

It gives you butterflies don't ask

Teasing her all the time

It's basically ritual for you to do

So worth it when you see her flustered face and reactions

Everyone in your gang knows y'all are a thing and they think y'all are adorable

Hakkai approves 👍

If something happens to you during your fights and you end up hospitalized, she's by your side the entire time there

She's worried sick and once you're getting better she's relieved but scolds you for being so reckless

Bans you from any gang fights until you're 100% better

Still a win for you since you get to relax with her

Y'all are so in love with each other

BEST RELATIONSHIP

You wish that was you huh? So do I 😭

MAN I'd give up everything to be with her

Also sorry if this went off the rails of what it was originally supposed to be but I couldn't stop myself </3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #yuzuhashiba #yuzuha x reader #tokyo revengers yuzuha #yuzuha

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hello! So I was new at your blog and I feel like ive discovered the 9th cloud of heaven 🤯 so I don't know if youre in the mood but i loved your technoblade child reader fics and i really wanted to ask if you could write a overprotective!tecnho x f!child reader? i feel like it sucks so im not pushing you to do it-

I probably took it a different way than what you were thinking but I hope you still enjoy!

Utmost Care

Pairing: Technoblade X F! Reader

Warnings: Overprotective nature, Light Angst, Mentions of Swords, Mentions of Scars

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Techno didn’t hold a lot of things with value but when he finally did, they were protected with the utmost care. That goes the same for living beings. His daughter certainly was one of those beings.

All of (Y/N)’s life, Techno always kept his eye on her or made someone he trusted with his life was watching her, meaning only he or Phil watched her. If Phil couldn’t watch her at the time, Techno then took her with him, keeping her close the entire time. And, if (Y/N) could tell the truth, as she got older, it was tiring.

She was thirteen years old but she wasn’t allowed to go off on her own. She either had to go with Techno and Phil, the only time she could be alone was in her own room. It was extremely tiring when she couldn’t learn new things that could be considered dangerous. Techno wouldn’t teach her to fight or brew or enchant because he said she’d never need it.

She just wanted to do something without the need for approval. She just wanted to be her own person and live her life as she wanted.

So…that’s how she started sneaking out hours at a time. She was only allowed her own peace and quiet in her room? Alright, she used that to her advantage and locked her door when she knew Techno was busy either tending to things and wouldn’t check on her for hours. When she left, she went to the one place she knew mischief was encouraged.

“Uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) grinned as she walked in the door.

“Here comes trouble!” Tommy grinned.

Tommy indeed encouraged the things Techno considered bad. He helped teach the girl how to fight, taught her to brew, showed her a few things with enchanting, and most certainly let her go off on her own around L’Manberg or the SMP, though he did warn her to be more careful in the SMP lands.

(Y/N) felt free and felt like her own person finally without a weight of watchful eye on her.

It was one of those days once more. Tommy was teaching (Y/N) the ways of the sword.

“Come on, stop trying to hit me and hit me!” Tommy grinned cheekily, then yelping as (Y/N) swung as hard as she could with a smirk.

It was just another day for the pair, they just didn’t know it wasn’t another day for Techno. (Y/N) always left when Techno was on his own because he did get distracted when Phil was around or Phil tended to help him. So, if Phil was around, going out was a no-go. Phil usually showed up in the early mornings so she could tell if she could sneak out pretty early in the day.

But, today, Phil had been held up in L’Manberg and came late.

“Hey mate!” Phil called as he walked over to Techno’s.

“Phil, you’re pretty late,” Techno said.

“Yeah, had to help with some things in L’Manberg first.” Phil shrugged. “Farming all by yourself today?”

“(Y/N) said she wanted to read and she might come out later,” Techno told him as they went into the house, Techno resting his hoe by the door. “(Y/N)! The old man’s here.”

“Fuck off mate.” Phil laughed.

Techno smirked as he cleaned off his hands but frowned when he heard no movement in the rooms above.

“(Y/N)!” Techno called once more.

“She might be sleeping in, let her be.” Phil waved it off. “She’s alright.”

But the voices whispered worry, only fueling Techno’s.

“She doesn’t usually sleep in. I’m going to check on her.” Techno said before going up the ladder.

He went to (Y/N)’s room knocking, but there was once more silence. He didn’t like that.

“(Y/N).” He said trying the door handle, but found it locked. “What the-Hey. What’s with the locked door?”

“Techno?” Phil called up concerned by the conversation he was hearing.

She wasn’t saying anything though and the voices whispered panic and Techno reacted. He took a step back before kicking in the door. Phil jumped before quickly coming up the ladder as Techno went into the room.

“Techno!” Phil shouted as he followed after.

Techno’s breath came quicker out of his nose as Phil came in.

“(Y/N)’s not here. Someone took her.” Techno moved past Phil.

Phil looked at his son leaving the room before looking at the teenager’s room. The only mess was the door but (Y/N) indeed wasn’t here and his wings puffed before he rapidly following after Techno.

“You know, the last thing I thought Techno would do was not teach you how to use a sword,” Tommy said as he leaned back on the bench overlooking the river below his base.

(Y/N) sat next to him, both of their training swords laying down close by.

“I always ask him to teach me but he just tells me I don’t need to learn how to fight. I’ll be fine.” She huffed. “What am I going to do if a mob manages to get in? Can you imagine if a creeper managed to come into our house? It could just blow me and the house up because I couldn’t do anything, I might as well just stand still.”

“Ah, he’s always had a stick up his ass.” Tommy waved his hand. “And an ego. He probably thinks he can keep everything from hurting you.”

“But that’s the point uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “If he taught me, it’s almost a guarantee I won’t get hurt. I could protect myself and go out and meet people. Do whatever I want.”

“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Tommy assured her.

“Alright!”

Both of them jumped as they looked around wildly, Tommy giving a scream, hearing the voice of said man. Then, a moment later, they realized it was their walkies and shared a look.

“Whoever has my kid can bring her back now and have a painless death.”

“Uh oh.” They both muttered.

(Y/N) scrambled to get her things as Tommy stood up in a panic.

“Bye!” (Y/N) shouted before sprinting towards home.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this? Oh no dad, I just decided to wander in the forest with no warm clothes?

“It’s going to be a shitty day.” She muttered as she slipped into the portal and sprinted down the pathway towards the home portal.

Deciding it was better before her father started searching homes, she took out her walkie.

“Dad!” She spoke. “What’s the problem?”

Techno froze in his path, looking at Phil before taking off his walkie. “(Y/N), where are you right now?”

“I just…went for a little walk. My legs were starting to cramp up.” She lied, wincing slightly.

“Your door was locked (Y/N). What happened?”

“I don’t know the door handle must have broke.” She tried as she felt relief seeing the home portal.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Techno asked in frustration.

None of this was adding up. What the hell was going on?

“Nothing dad, everything is—” She stepped out of the portal and froze when she was met with two netherite decorated family members. “Fine…”

Phil’s eyes were wide as Techno stood there quiet for a moment.

…

“YOU WENT IN THE NETHER!?” Techno shouted throwing up his arms.

“Dad, look I can explain—” She tried.

“No! I-What were you thinking?!”

“I—”

Techno looked her over. “Is that a sword?! What—You don’t fight! What the hell were you doing?!”

“Look—”

“Mate—” Phil tried to even cut in.

“No! We’re going home.”

Techno went to grab her arm but she moved back.

“LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!” (Y/N) shouted as she shook.

Techno stood in shock as Phil took a step back, this was between father and daughter.

“I-I-Yes! I snuck out! And yes! I have a sword! But its-I just wanted to live for once! You don’t let me go out on my own! You don’t let me train or learn anything you do! I stay at home! And read and learn about farming and crafting basic ass shit! And that’s it! If I’m lucky I get to go out to the village with you keeping a close ass eye on me! And I’m tired of it!”

Techno was quiet as (Y/N) took deep breaths before he came towards her.

“You know that to keep you safe.”

“Oh, shove it, dad! What’s the point of being safe when I don’t know anything! I felt like I was going crazy and I-I can’t do that anymore daddy. I can’t.”

(Y/N) had tears in her eyes. She hated it; she was so tired of it. She was so tired.

Techno was stood in shock hesitating before coming over and hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered to her. “I…I didn’t know it was hurting so much…”

It was a bit awkward of a hug with his armor on but (Y/N) hugged him back regardless.

Techno had wanted to just keep her safe. He had so many enemies and seen so many things in his life…He just didn’t want his little girl to see all the same things he had and he didn’t want her to carry the same scars. But all the while, it seemed he was hurting her in a different way.

“I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out, ok?”

“Please.” She nodded.

He’ll figure it out, he’ll still make sure she was safe, but he’d figure it out for his little girl to be happy…

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Being Married To Henry’s Characters Would Include...

Requested by @cuisinequeen: Hi, I love your work. I was just wondering if you could do a headcanon for being married to Clark Kent/Geralt/Sherlock Holmes/Napoleon Solo

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader, Geralt of Rivia x Reader, Sherlock Holmes x Reader, Napoleon Solo x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some references, trashy writing lol

Note: This doesn’t include all of his characters, so my apologies if I misled you with the title. Not all that confident in the HCs so sorry about that too

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @darling-i-read-it, @fandom-puff, @thewarriorprincessxo, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @maan24, @beckster07890, @missihart23

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

Clark Kent

You know he’s superman, therefore, you gotta expect the unexpected

Kiss: Level 100

helping him keep his identity secret isn’t always easy-

you wanna kiss him even when he’s superman but fuck you need him to remain undetected

but you manage

Little hc of the first few months after getting married:

Clark comes home late after a fight you see on tv

you turned it off before anything else happened, too worried already

he’s beat up

your eyes are red and puffy with tear stained cheeks as you stand and cross your arms.

you bet your ass there were cuddles that night.

Later into the marriage, he still scares you like that, but you’ve grown somewhat used to it and wipe the tears away

He’s protective of you too though

Aight sorry, but the gif is making me addicted to Henry kisses so Imma say it again,

best fucking make out sessions ever

yes, I’m gonna say that for all four.

fuck it, Clark!Kisses HCs

they’re soft half the time, needy the other half

if he comes home from superman duties or you have a run-in with a villain, so on so on, his kisses are rougher, needier, more possessive

bitch, he just needs you to know he’s still alive 🥺😢

Henry in glasses really do be hittin tho.

Stealing his glasses

Calling him a nerd because of the glasses

Probably making it a small joke about superman

Especially with oblivious friends

“I think superman’s a nerd.” “why??” “I just do.”

Having to stifle your laughs every time someone gushes about superman in front of him

Clark has to hold you back so you don’t unleash your wrath of fucking doom upon some oblivious woman who wrote about superman in a news article

She wrote things that would make you jealous, like talking about how she’s curious to his personal life *wink wink* and stuff- you don’t just have a raging fury because someone writes about him

Superman this hoe

You’ve made jokes about how he has to take his ring off when he’s superman, but he’s got a feeling that you’re actually not kidding at all

Exercising with Clark

Cursing him out in breathy pants for being more athletic and cheating with his “alien powers”

he just laughs at you

Ah, the difficulty have having a husband with two identities

When you rant about your husband, it’s so hard not to fuck up and say something about being married to Superman

Forgetting that you’re one of the few who knows his identity

Basking in pride because you’re one of the few who knows his identity

One time, Clark forgot to take his ring off and the person he rescued had known him personally.

He asks where he got the ring-

“What ring?”

“The one on your finger. The wedding ring.”

It felt like his stomach dropped...if that makes sense-

Clark ended up making some random story about finding it on the same plane the guy he rescued was on and that he put it on so he wouldn’t lose it.

The guy still thought he was pretty sus, “why was it on your wedding ring finger then?” but let him off after some time

The guy gave it back to Clark in person, but you had no idea what happened,

so when he gave him the ring, you were watching with the most confused look Clark had ever seen

thankfully, he played it off well and informed you later

He forgot to take off his wedding ring? You “secretly” fist bumped the air- ...he totally saw you though

Geralt Of Rivia

I don’t think Geralt really expected to get married

Jaskier didn’t either-

He’s the only one who stands when the priest asks if anyone doesn’t accept... only to ask how the fuck Geralt got lucky enough to get you

Everyone laughed but Geralt, he just grunted and looked away with a lil’ bit o pink tinting his cheeks

You demand he lets you go on adventures with him

You also wash him after adventures

wink wonk ;)))

Geralt is a stubborn thing

You’re a stubborn thing

Y’all love each other

When I say that Geralt is a confusing husband-

I mean that he confuses the fuck out of you

“don’t do that”

“okay”

few minutes later

“I thought you were doing that-”

“You told me not too...?”

“I don’t recall. Do whatever.”

Minutes later.

“What the fuck!?! Don’t do that!”

He’s hard to read and it bugs you

However, it makes a good game out of it

If he ever introduces you as anything but his spouse, you hold a bitter glare while internally plotting

Before you marry, Jaskier hits on you without realizing that Geralt is interested in you

He gulps nervously as soon as it hits him

You might just use that mistake as a way to get back at Geralt for not saying you’re his spouse

Jaskier pleads you not to

like for real

He’s in tears

CuDdLeS!

Congrats, you have a stubborn manbaby for the rest of however long y’all shall live

Kithes

Geralt is a little distant when it comes to admitting his feelings for you at first

When you’re dating, you’re all over each other

Marriage is that but amplified lmao

Braiding his hair

Teasing him not the wink wonk and getting away with it because you’re his spouse

If Jaskier said anything remotely close to the shit you’ve said, Geralt would probably choke him out

But then resuscitate him cause they’re bros

Seeing the softer side of Geralt

Sure, sex, but getting to know each others bodies? Yes.

Soft!Sleepy!Geralt

His deep n husky morning voice telling you to “get your ass back in bed”

Having the excuse of “because I’m his spouse” anytime you do stuff people are too afraid to do

Jealous bb 1 and jealous bb 2 aka Geralt and Y/n

I think Geralt’s the kind of guy to just pick you up, ignore your flailing limbs, and move you out of the way

He takes shit from no one...well, from you SOMETIMES

Gives in to your requests with a sigh and roll of his eyes most of the time

He was protective of you at first

now he’s PrOtEcTiVe so uh

Basically, number one husband, number two bodyguard

you put yourself first for the bodyguard part, but Geralt doesn’t know that

Sherlock Holmes

He asks your family for their blessing, then asks you-

I can imagine Mycroft just ranting away and Sherlock drops to his knee

“What are you doing?”

He ignores his brother and proposes to you

Mycroft is confused and upset because he wanted to rant about meaningless things and Sherlock decided to change the topic

rude

Being married means constant visits from Enola

Probably being the “second parents” to Enola

Gossip with Enola and Eudoria about Sherlock and him as a kiddo

Kicking Sherlock out of the house for sleepovers with his sister

bet

Helping Sherlock with cases

Dealing with Sherlock telling you it isn’t safe

still being upset when he’s right you know it

Finding Enola and Eudoria with him

Snapping at Mycroft for how he treats the girl and everyone else

Threatening Mycroft by just being a badass bitch and telling him to fuck off every now and then

Long story short, you make Enola laugh and Mycroft scoff as he walks away

He’s a stubborn bean, which now that I think about it- aren’t all Henry’s characters?

While he doesn’t say it much, he loves you

You get paranoid with this character too, as he does work that can be very dangerous as well

When he returns, he doesn’t say much aside from that he’s there now and that he loves you

cuddles with him whispering softly,

“I’m here now.” “I’m safe.” “I’m okay.” “I love you.”

Kisses in public either be quick pecks or minute long for goodbyes, but greetings-

especially after being apart for a while?

HC TIME

He comes home on the train and you’re at the station with his siblings

As soon as he spots you, he sets his stuff down because you’re already running at him

You jump into his arms and kiss him hard, not caring in the slightest about the other people at the station

It makes you smile every time he introduces you as his spouse

You’ve heard it so many times yet it still makes your heart flutter every single time

Napoleon Solo

The amount of times you’ve just dropped everything and walked away because he was being ‘too serious”-

You say something, he takes it seriously, you groan and stomp away

But then you know you can do the same back to him

Napoleon is an all around awesome husband but he’s not going to just pretend to agree with stuff

Will correct you no matter how embarrassed you get

Makes up with kisses or stuff idk

Let me be honest, I don’t know much about writing for Napoleon but he is an icon...sometimes

He’s protective

by that I mean he’s stubborn but really it’s his way of keeping you safe

Would probably lock you in your room even though you’re a, a grown ass adult, and b, his spouse for fuck’s sake?!??!

Doesn’t tell you when something’s bothering him unless he feels the need to

“I’m not a fucking mind-reader, Solo!”

“Neither am I but I still manage-”

He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just- emotions and him aren’t the best of friends

Emotions aren’t exactly friends with most of his characters

He’d much rather just speak with actions than admit anything

Sometimes you worry that he’s just fucking with you

When he proposed, it scared the shit out of you ‘cause you thought it was a joke

Never admits to anything willingly...?

Yeah sorry...Idk, that’s all I got :\

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wandsandwheezes · 3 years

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NASCAR III | G.W

WARNINGS // 6.9k // SMUT 18+, George x Reader // Fred x unnamed OC, Angry Fred, Racer!George, light angst, fighting, rough sex, soft sex, breeding kink af, mentions of alcohol, cars, sex, possession, praise kink, a (tiny) amount of degradation, oral, unprotected sex, one ass slap.

A/N // the series that nobody expected to become a series has now officially done just that. @darthwheezely and I do be hoes for these racer boys xoxo 🏎🦋 ILYSM PHIA MWAH <333

“Fred, have you seen my jumper?”

“Yeah, it’s on the bed, baby” he called. Fred was not often a meticulous man, but (as Lee said) ‘if the fit called for a bit of work, it was always worth it.’

And to Fred, going to a press conference with his exceptionally hot fiancé warranted at least basic perfection, right?

Fred made a low whistle as she came out of the bathroom, a towel around her. “Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.” She came to stand in front of him, pressing one, two, three kisses to his mouth, the flavour of fresh toothpaste still on her mouth. He hummed in contentment and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Love, it’ll be fine, this will be my tenth, glorious win-“

“-and you almost got in a crash last time because you were being a tosser, remember?”

“Mmmm, that’s in the details,” he said softly. He searched her eyes and sighed, pulling her flush into his body.

“I promise I’ll be okay this time, you know I’m a great driver and that this isn’t anything different...I still intend on marrying you in one piece, you know.” She chuckled at that and he tilted her chin up, pressing a kiss to her forehead and murmuring:

“I love you, you know that?”

“And I love you, Freddie...even though you are a tosser.”

He slung her over his shoulder, rolling his eyes dramatically, and threw her on the bed, her giggling at the action.

“There’s my saucy little minx, now how about a pre-press test drive, yeah?...”

—

“I can’t just not go, babe.” George sighed, pushing the hair from his face, a sudden clammy feeling of his clothes against his skin indicating just how nervous he was for the up and coming press conference.

“You’re running a fever, George, I’ll call Lee and tell him that you need the rest and that–” You rambled, pressing the cool back of your hand against his forehead, then neck and chest, feeling that thin veil of sweat forming against his hot skin.

“Don’t.” He mumbled all too abruptly, cutting your flow of words short. Furrowing your brows, you looked down at him before shaking your head. He recognised the tone at which he had spat his word, immediately pulling your hand into his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry I snapped, I know you’re only looking out for me.”

“It’s okay, Georgie, I still think you should stay here with me.” You sighed, climbing over his legs to be sat in his lap as you breathed out softly, watching as his eyes softened only for his eyebrow to raise, a smirk soon finding his lips while his hands rested on your waist.

“Any old excuse to keep me at the hotel then, eh?” George licked his lips, pulling you closer into his chest as he eyed your expression, the giggle that fell from his lips like pure music to his ears.

“I just want you better for the race, idiot.” You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, his lips finding your cheeks to pepper kisses there with a smug grin on his face.

“I think I could win this one you know, regardless of me being sick or not, I have a good feeling about it.” He hummed, forehead pressed against yours lovingly.

“What makes you say that?” You prodded, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head.

“I have one thing nobody else has; you.” He praised, only for you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath as his hands ran up your back. “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you too, George, more than you’ll ever know.”

—

The conference room was packed - that’s an understatement, really. Every journalist alive came to talk to the new dominators of modern NASCAR racing, George and Fred Weasley. Although, as George spitefully knew:

He was somewhere because of Fred. Again.

That familiar feeling of resentment threatened to bubble in the younger twin’s throat, and he immediately began to push it down. The fights, the mutual disgust and disdain - that was done now. Ten wins for Fred should mean legitimately less than nothing but excitement for his older brother.

So why was that feeling still there?

“Hello, everyone, I’m sorry I’m late!” Fred entered from the back of the stage, nothing but glimmer (and gloat) in the elder twin’s face. Good mood Fred could always either be an impending disaster, or one of the best things the world has ever seen.

Of course he’s late, he’s always late, George thought, before guilt immediately settled in.

Fred took a bottle of water, winking playfully at the young lady who got him one, before settling in his seat next to George.

“Right then, questions?” Fred boomed, that familiar sunshine of a smile very evident on his face. The man behind them, George’s manager was directing questions, and George swallowed at what questions would appear.

“This is for Fred, do you predict another victory in this race?” The journalist asked.

Fred leaned a bit forward in his seat and dipped his mouth into the microphone:

“Does the pope wear a big hat, love?”

George however sniggered to himself at the question, holding back a laugh at Fred’s answer. Of course he would answer in the cockiest way known to man, only lighting a fire under the younger twin’s arse to kick into gear and take the baby driver down a few pegs.

“Something funny, Georgie?” Fred turned his head slightly to the side, the smile still there, but dark eyes venturing into icier territory.

“Nothing, Brother, just think you should remember there is always tough competition, no matter how cocksure you are.” George murmured loud enough into the microphone for his words to reverberate around the room, some reporters eyeing each other before vigorously taking notes.

Fred had been taking a sip of his water and nearly choked, eliciting a “sorry everyone!” into the microphone. He gave George a brief side eye, but no - he wasn’t going to let him ruin his moment again. They’ve moved past this, George can have his own fun, why couldn’t he be a little confident for a change?

“Hi, this question is for George,” Fred only heard that much before a brief but very definite prickle of resentment tingled at his skin. He started to feel a bit warm but was determined to brush it off, turning towards George a bit.

“You’ve had a fantastic season these past couple years, and although you’ve lost the past ten races, you still stick to the top five - will we get our own Crimson Wonder back, or is that Fred’s title now?”

George held back on his instinct to bite at his brother’s ego, instead taking a sip of water to collect his thoughts before speaking, his mind trailing back to the words he had said this morning; ‘I have a good feeling about this one’.

“Fred and I both train hard, as does every other racer out on that track,” George swallowed thickly before continuing his sentence, “But I think my own winning streak is far from over, who knows, as you say, you may get your Crimson Wonder back yet.”

Fred attempted to register and probably stop the inherently blank expression on his face, but honestly? It was too much. Yes, George was great, and yes, he was proud of him but.

Why was there a deeply unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach? Twintuition as they called it was something not out of the ordinary at all - but why was it that somewhere in the back of his mind he just felt this...this negative foresight.

There was one thing Fred didn’t like more than avocados (Fred hated avocados) and that was losing.

“My baby brother, so inspirational isn’t he? Gets it from my mum, absolutely.” Fred curled his lips into his mouth, gnawing on his bottom lip, in complete understanding of what he just said. The reporters didn’t have to know that any time he brought up their age or said my mum instead of our mum, it kind of lit a match in George.

In short, Fred knew exactly what he was doing. And George didn’t really like that, but he wasn’t about to stoop to Fred’s level and ruin his public imagery, not with his wife-to-be and his sister-in-law-to-be watching and murmuring to each other with pained faces: they knew the tension was there too, of course they had.

“I think we should leave the rest of the heat for rubber burning on the track.” The moderator cut in, taking final questions from the press aimed at the others on the panel, letting the twins simmer in their own jealousy toward one another as the conference came to a close.

The boys’ demeanours had completely shifted, George staying behind to take pictures and leave autographs for fans, smile on his face and a sense of pride in his chest, while Fred had made a swift exit in just the way he arrived, looking absolutely miserable.

—

“Georgie,” Fred called out from the locker rooms, “just what the fuck was that?” His bare chest red while he angrily scrambled to get his uniform on.

“Please,” George scoffed, zipping his uniform up calmly, before pushing his bag into his locker with ease, “I could ask you the same question.”

“I was actually trying to give the press what they wanted, a good show, you, on the other hand, just wanted to be a proper arsehole in front of everyone.” He slammed his locker door shut, his knuckles on his hand against it surely white now from childish rage.

George closed his locker with force, not so much anger, running a hand through his hair before picking up his helmet, his tongue truly in his cheek, the angel on his shoulder begging him to stay quiet while the devil paralleled telling him that it was about time he spoke his feelings. “I’m the arsehole? Check your own actions first, mate.”

He breathed but he wasn’t done, the words flowing like vomit as he finally let go all of the bottled aggression, “You don’t know the first thing about being a racer, how fucking tiring it is and you use it against me like its something I’m not good at and I’m fucking tired of it.”

George went to continue, but the guilt of spitting every thought in his brain suddenly overcame him, instead he clutched at his helmet a little tighter, taking a deep breath before muttering as he walked away, “Good luck out there, you’ll need it.”

Fred stood there watching him walk away, something a bit more unfair that self-loathing and resentment lingering in his chest. It was dizzying, it was a feeling he altogether hated and actively tried to pretend he didn’t have.

Fred Weasley, in short, was guilty.

—

The Arizona sun was beating down on the track, everyone watching on with baited breath as each car lined up on the Phoenix Raceway, engines revving in anticipation of the start of the race. Fred was clutching at his steering wheel tightly, blinkered only on one thing; winning this one. George however, knew the racers he was up against; some of the best in the NASCAR cup and even some that had been driving as long as he had been alive, was lucky to find himself there, taking a deep breath. George wasn’t a religious man but in that moment he was praying to whatever god to grant him some good luck.

The green flag waved, signalling the start of the race, each car zooming by as the engines roared. The race was a tough one and everyone watching on knew that. The first ten or so laps went just as smoothly as planned, a backhaul crash in the 18th lap just missing the twins, but nevertheless cutting the number of racers pretty much immediately in half.

George grew more confident as he crept up the rankings, sitting comfortably in about 6th place for a grand majority of the race, while Fred trailed much behind him in about 8th place. The tension of the conference had truly stumped the older twin, pushing him to want to be up in the top dogs, but to no avail, every attempt was blocked for him.

The final three laps, George was in fourth and Fred was nowhere to be seen, well sat in his 11th place, seething at his inevitable loss. The younger twin was content with his placing, watching the third place drop down to 5th pushing him into the top 3. George swore he felt every single beat of his heart as he zoomed past the lap line. Two to go. Third place was enough for George, especially in a race like this. He zoomed past the lap line again. White Flag. Last chance.

In a flash, a car from behind George pushed forward, striking the first place car, sending three cars spiralling off the track leaving behind only dust sparks and fire in their tacks. It didn’t click for George that he had passed the finish line in 1st place until it blared through his headset.

“I fucking did what?” He shouted as he continued speeding around the track, the confirmation of his win ringing through his ears as he let out a loud but satisfied yell, the stress of weeks of losses finally leaving him in an exhale, welcoming the new feeling of pride.

Fred in the heat of the crash had fallen to 12th place, pushing him to be the last of all the cars on the track past the finish line - a loss he was not ready to accept no matter how much pride beamed from him hearing the news that the winner had been his own twin brother.

—

“George, how does it feel to have a trophy back?”

“Honestly, it feels so surreal - I’m so grateful for my team, crew, and absolutely amazing fiancée, Y/N - I love you so much, baby,” he shouted over the noise, cameras completely swamping the victory stage and hallway down to the bar. He had everything he could’ve wanted, you, a real win again, happy sponsors - but there was one thing missing.

Fred. Where was Fred? Did it really matter? He knew he hadn’t placed very far, but surely he wouldn’t be that angry would he? But then - no. No, George won, he deserved to win again after Fred had been hogging all the sunny days and he was still supportive. So where was his twin now? Even after everything.

He stopped you on his arm and said: “actually, there is one more person I really do have to thank.” He faced directly towards the camera, you utterly confused.

“Thank you, Freddie, for being the best supportive big brother a guy could ask for. You’ve always been a winner to me.” And with a shaky swallow, knowing he wasn’t here, knowing he probably could give a shit whether George thanked him or not, he went off with you on his arm to have a drink.

God knows he needed it.

—

The older twin sat in the lockers, his elbows resting on his knees, his bare arms and chest tensing periodically with pure and spiteful rage. What the absolute fuck had he done differently? He had been on his highest alert, his most pristine focus, what went wrong?

He didn’t crash, he didn’t bitch and moan to his pit crew, he didn’t fly off the handle - yet - so why did he get the curt, “I’m sorry, son, we all lose sometimes,” from Vinnie, his new manager like it was just normal.

Fred Weasley didn’t lose. Especially not after a ten time winning streak, no, he refused.

So there he sat, knowing his fiancé was probably making excuse after excuse as to why her husband had fled the cameras and the questions, why he wasn’t congratulating his brother on his fantastic win - but he didn’t have the energy to feel guilt. All he felt was loathing. He barely didn’t register the soft clicking of his soon to be wife’s heels clacking against the tile floor.

“Fred Weasley, what the fuck are you doing naked in the locker room, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said with great exasperation. She looked stunning, in that pretty little two piece skirt and black crop number, not at all like a woman frantically in search of her formula 1 MIA husband.

“You look great, sweetheart,” he mumbled, barely looking up at her before getting up and turning to his locker, getting out his change of clothes. She watched his back ripple with tension and at the sight alone felt her thighs break for a second.

“So were you planning on telling me where you were or just sulking in here?”

“I was taking a shower, actually...I don’t get why you’re so pissed at me.” He snapped, not even bothering to turn around.

“I’m ‘pissed’ at you because your brother loves you and you’re in here acting like a five year old who got his teddy taken away from him.” She retorted. Fred turned around then, slamming the locker door shut for the second time that day, the sound echoing in the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” He seemed to punctuate every word in the sentence, but his voice very quiet - too quiet.

“You’re - just get your clothes on and knock it off, Weasley,” she scoffed, trying to walk off the very minor but very palpable fear she felt, and the evident arousal pooling in her thighs. Fred, unfortunately, knew this, and in Fred fashion, was feeling quite a good many ways about this.

“Get your ass back here, right now, sweetheart,” he snapped, his volume gaining to a low roar. When she kept on walking to the door, his long legs loped to a brisk walk in front of the doorway, right in front of her. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath for a second until she exhaled, and his thumb came up to grace her bottom lip.

“Open,” he said quietly, and then she did listen, her lips opening up to his thumb immediately. He always did this mannerism, when he said open he’d open his mouth too, almost showing her how she needed to be before usually saying “theeere, it is” but right now, he was silent, his mouth pressed in a thin line.

But then she bit. And hard. Pushing him off her and making him gasp, her heels clicked down the tile as fast as she could walk. But Fred wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. In an instant he threw his elongated and toned arm out to grab her waist, pulling her back into the wall, caging her in his hold.

“You’re being an absolute twat, you know that?” She spat. He delicately slapped the side of her face and squeezed her cheeks to form an o.

“And you’re being a prissy little bitch, but I’m still here, aren’t I?” He said harshly, scanning her eyes before yanking her in for a kiss. She immediately released a desperate moan into his mouth and he slid his hand through her hair and all the knots and tangles possible to reach the back of her head. His other hand slid down up her skirt to grope her thigh, hoisting her legs around his waist.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad, I swear,” she breathed out, before his lips messily met hers. He always kissed with his jaw, she noticed that, when he’d hit his strong jaw out to move with her and nuzzle her face and then she always moaned like she was doing now.

In an instant he was carrying her back towards the shower, the shuffle of so many movements causing the towel around his waist to fall off.

“You ready to take a winner, baby?”

—

After a couple of drinks it was safe to say that you and George had gotten a little closer than you usually would have sober. He wasn’t even tipsy, feeling no more than the pride of his win but even with that he wasn’t going to ignore the fact that his girl was practically purring for him while clinging to his arm. You were so desperate to pull him in for a kiss, hell you probably would have let him have you in the hall out of pure lust for your husband-to-be.

It had been so long since you’d seen him smile the way he was now, pride radiating off his skin alongside the heat of his lingering fever, making you remember that not only had he won the hardest race he’d ever driven, but he’d done so while sick. A smirk spread over your lips as you went to push up on your toes, lips pecking a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“What’s that for, angel?” He smiled down at you, his lips now ducking down to press a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Just a taste of how I’m gonna congratulate my winner later.” You mumbled playfully as his arm snuck around your waist to pull you in tighter, leaning to whisper in your ear as his lips grazed over your earlobe.

“Guess I should think about getting you to bed then, yeah? That what you want bub?” He pulled away from your ear with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

You nodded bashfully, letting him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the rosy hue on his cheeks apparent just from being close to you, in this moment. George didn’t care about the press or his manager or really even the win anymore, not when he had you right in front of him, begging him short of being on your knees.

He made an excuse, whatever it had to be to get you alone, to get away from the champagne, cameras and chatting. His jacket was draped over your shoulders as you found your way out of the celebration lounge, giggling like teenagers as you walked hand in hand to his car, the echoes of laughter humming around the underground car park before he had you trapped between his body and the passenger side door.

“I can’t wait to get you back to our room.” He mumbled, lips just hovering inches away from yours. His hand slipped just under the hem of your top, his hot touch sending sparks flying through you.

“The things I want you to do to me, Weasley.” You breathed out, hand reaching behind his head to pull his lips down to yours, letting him leave no gaps between you, him and his car.

“Oh yeah?,” he murmured breathlessly, nose knocking against yours, “Like what, princess? Don’t be shy, we have a whole journey for you to run that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You’ll ruin me one day if you keep talking like that, George.”

“I think I’ll ruin you tonight instead, love.”

—

“Freddie, please-“

“No, I’m not stopping until you cum on me, princess, I deserve that much,” he snarled, his cock rippling through her over and over. He had intended on fucking all his anger out on her ever since he pushed her into the shower, everything only mouths and melded hands.

“Feels - feels so good, Freddie” she whined, her legs barely able to sustain being wrapped around him. His hips whipcracked into her at an entirely new angle, prompting her to mewl and claw at his back like a cat.

“Oh my poor baby, can she not take my cock? Would another racer do a better job at - “ he pushed deeper into that new spot, her mewls and whines turning to wanton cries. “ - stretching you out instead of me?”

“No one can do this, Fred, I promise, love,” she murmured, her eyes rolling vacantly to the back of her head. He sensed her climax was arriving soon, she was like butter under his hot embrace.

“Look at me,” he growled, squeezing her face and tilting it upwards. “I want to see my prize when she makes a mess everywhere, you hear me, princess?” Her widened eyes bore into his deep chocolate ones and when she finished, she truly could not look at anything else except him, it was always him and only him that made her feel like this.

“Thaaaat’s it, baby, look at you, being such a dirty little girl for me. You like making messes for me, princess?” He cooed, his soft and caring tone a total opposite to the way he pulled out and slammed back in, making her scream and be flush against him.

“M-mhm,” she murmured, Fred shaking his head as he chuckled, carrying her dripping out of the shower, still inside her. “Do you want me to take you off?” He whispered, the anger still in his throat, but...she would always be more important. Making her feel safe was always important, even in the worst of his rage. Fortunately, she nodded at him and kissed his jaw, a soothing gesture that always meant she loved him, everything was okay, he didn’t hurt her. He smoothed the top of her wet hair down and gave the top of her head a kiss, his ring finger stroking against the centre of her spine.

But then, a certain thought excited him blackly.

“Baby…who put that ring on you?” He asked pensively. No, he didn’t win that idiotic fucking race, and no, he didn’t beat his brother in this race but - he still won her. He suddenly felt his dick twitch deep inside her and he groaned, clenching his jaw at the sudden awareness of her engagement ring digging into his shoulder. He fully stopped looking at the ground and the towel on the locker hanger, reaching for it and dropping it flat on the ground.

“F-Freddie?” She asked weakly.

“Mhm?”

“What - what are you doing?” She released a high pitch whine at the feeling of Fred twitching again, and at that he flipped her over on the towel, backside up, his cunt and his ass being fully presented to him like that. And then he moaned, his eyes shutting after and his jaw rolling when he saw her buck her ass up to try and meet him wherever he was behind her.

“God, you are just a good for nothing little Formula 1 whore aren’t you?” He breathed out, his hands sliding to cup her ass and squeezing, relishing in the scarlet rash of skin that came and went with a blink of an eye.

“You’d like to think so,” she quietly quipped, his hands suddenly freezing on her ass.

“Oh...is that so? Well, then…” and at that he slowly began to squeeze again until she was squirming, then bringing his hand down to the centre of her ass, a loud smack echoing in the room. She cried into the towel and bucked her ass towards him once again.

“Yes, yes, I’m a Formula 1 whore,” she wept, Fred chuckling and positioning his cock at her entrance, just barely letting his tip brush her cunt.

“What if I just stayed here, hmm? Didn’t even let you have my cock, just gave you a taste of what it would be like to get fucked by me and go use another checkered flag slut instead, that sound good, baby?” He said crisply, trying not to let the tortured feeling of his cock get to him.

“Fred, I-“ and with a final growl, Fred pushed himself to the brim inside her once more. She cried out his name into the towel, his free hand not bracing himself from behind pushing her head into the towel. He was devouring every noise that came from her mouth, mostly strained cries and pants that registered with every crack of his hips inside her. He felt her near her release again, his as well, his hips losing tempo.

“Gonna marry you and stuff you with aaaall my babies, isn’t that right princess? Gonna make my trophy wife swell up, you won’t be able to even fathom seeing that pretty pussy of yours in the morning” He panted, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing in her - in his - cunt.

“Please, wanna be so full, of your...of your babies, Fred,” she whimpered, his name falling from her lips like alphabet soup as she, with a final rock of her ass against him, came undone around him. He gripped her hips and with a sharp “I love you, fuck” followed her in the same way, his hips rolling ever so gently back into her to soothe their highs.

After a moment he pulled out of her, dismantling the baby hairs sticking to her forehead out the way, pressing kiss after kiss there.

“Weasley, you got any car plush toys on you by chance?” She quipped, prompting a grin from Fred and a chaste kiss to her lips and nose.

“No, but the Babies R Us near home might…”

—

The second you were parked up, George had his hand snaked around the back of your neck pulling you in to peck your lips over and over, warm and comforting giggles slipping from your lips between every kiss. The trip up to your room took twice the time it would usually take, stopping frequently to evade the hotel staff, as well as missing your floor entirely in the elevator; too distracted by the taste of his lips and the way his hands gripped desperately at your hips.

Once well inside your hotel room, you found yourself underneath him, hair sprawled out beneath you as he marvelled at your beauty. A toothy grin spread across his lips before his head ducked down to press a kiss just below your ear, sucking a deep purple mark against your warm skin as a giggle erupted through his throat, the vibrations causing you to do the same, hands pressed against his shoulders to push him away.

“Good lord, woman, I love you.” He breathed out, his lips moving to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed out a moan as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, bunching the fabric up as he pushed it up your torso and over your bra, exposing the plain but gorgeous lace.

His lips soon pressed against your exposed skin, sucking mark after mark down the valley of your breasts, humming in satisfaction at the way you writhed beneath him as your hands wove through his soft, ginger locks, tousling them perfectly as you giggled together.

“You may have won today, Georgie, but I’m winning now.” You whined, keeping him pulled close to you as his free hand snuck just underneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against your sensitive clit as he swallowed each and every moan, taking pleasure in slipping the flimsy lace to the side to sink his fingers into you quickly and with no mercy, letting you chant his name as you begged for more.

It didn’t take much for him to oblige, hardly pulling away from you to slip his cock free, teasing your entrance for a moment before he was pushing slowly into you, letting you get used to the feeling of the first few inches, only for him to pull back out, chuckling darkly at the way you writhed against the sheets. “Baby please, don’t tease me like that.”

He pouted mockingly, dipping his head down to press a slow and intimate kiss to your lips, nose nudging against yours before he mumbled into the kiss, letting you lean into it. “As you wish, princess.”

Almost all at once, you felt him move your hips to the right position, continuing to tease you as he sank slowly into you, not daring to pull away again as he eyed the way your face contorted with pleasure, your hands slipping under the thin t-shirt, he wore, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room, your nails dragging down the freshly exposed skin, pulling a groan from him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, bub, gonna make you scream and give you a baby.” He groaned, hands pressing your head down to the mattress as he cradled it, hot breath fanning over your face as his slow thrusts pulled moan after moan from you.

His strong arm hooked underneath you, pulling you up and into his chest, as his hips continued in pushing in and out of you at the most antagonising pace. He smirked at the way your head immediately fell to rest on his shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut from the new angle.

“Bet you’re loving this aren’t you? Not so bold anymore, angel.” His gravelly voice rumbled through your ear, hand gripping that little bit tighter as he felt your small shallow breaths growing deeper at the intensely slow lovemaking you were far from expecting tonight.

“I’m still bold.” You whispered, nudging forward to pull his earlobe between your teeth before peppering sloppy, wet kisses along his neck.

“Funny one, love.” He smirked, beginning to pick the pace up a notch, enough to bring the hanging release down on you, pushing you to be clenching around him as you begged for it. “I knew you’d like that.”

He had a way of completely dumbfounding you, making you lost for words, finding yourself against the sheets fully again, this time he had hooked your legs over his shoulders only to lean down and press his lips to yours, all the time his skilled fingers toyed with your clit.

You felt as if every sense had been awoken, stimulated by his very touch like a fire had been lit around you, pulling you into the embrace of the flames as you found yourself screaming his name, the inevitable high falling over you.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” He breathed heavily, his lips pressing to your forehead as he continued to ride out your high, his own release painting your walls as he fucked it into you, pulling true on his promise of filling you up.

You felt so full, his love washing through you from head to toe as he lazily kissed you, slipping your legs off his shoulders to pull you back into his arms, keeping himself bottomed out inside of you.

“I’m dead serious about giving you a baby, princess.” He chuckled, hand trailing up and down your back as he traced languid shapes into your soft skin.

“Good, I’m dead serious about having your baby.”

—

Fred knocked on the door, his foot tapping on the carpet outside George’s hotel room. He was always a fidgety man, but today would be all too different for the eldest Weasley twin.

He knocked once more, altogether considering just going home and leaving a lengthy but probably nonsense voicemail, if not entirely fueled by alcohol then by sheer force of nature that was his fiancé alone.

He had decided on giving up, his legs stretching as he turned around. But then the door opened, the equally messy haired ginger behind it looking so much calmer and more serene than Fred ever could.

“Heya, Georgie,” Fred breathed out. George would never have said it out loud, but Fred looked like absolute death. He could tell his older brother had gotten little to no sleep, his eyes sunken in. He knew Fred was hurting, and George never was one to rub it in. If anything, George would always be the one who understood him the most, they rarely ever had to apologize to each other for things like this, their souls simply understanding when pain was evident.

“Morning, Freddie…” George spoke warmly, crossing his arms over his chest for a moment, smiling lazily at his twin as he pondered his next move. “D’you wanna come in?”

“Yeah...yeah, that’d be nice,” he swallowed, smiling softly at his slightly younger (but in many ways, much older) twin.

George stepped aside, letting his brother in as he shut the door behind him. He rubbed his hands together, a smile that rounded his cheeks on his face as he sensed the awkwardness in the room. This wasn’t like them at all. “Everyone missed you yesterday, Fred, parties aren’t the same without you.”

“As in, no one drank all the rum and Coke at the party without me is what I’m hearing?” He cracked a small smile, attempting to avoid as much eye contact with Georgie that wasn’t necessary.

“George, I’m so sorry.” He said softly, his jaw stilling.

“You don’t have to apologise, Fred.”

“No, but I do. I...I know how special being behind the wheel is to you, and you’re right. I don’t know what it means to win, at least not like you, and...George, you’re my best friend, stupid.” He aggressively wiped under his eyes. “I want to be happy for you and lately I haven’t even been thankful for you and that isn’t fair, mate, I...I love you. So much.”

“I feel like I was losing you there, Freddie, I’ve hardly seen you, we don’t talk unless it’s a press conference and just… Fuck I hate this, I miss being able to call you and talk about all the dumb things we can do together.” George sighed, looking up to the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

Fred’s, however, were already hitting the ground. “I hate it too, Georgie...I hate it so much. It’s fun, being a racer like you - with you - but I just...I want to fix your tires again, man” he tearfully chuckled, watching George do the same. “I want to say stupid shit like ‘baby brother, your blinker fluid is out’ over the headset and listen to you cuss me out, and I want to be able to know I’m still on your team at the end of the day.” He curled his lip inward. “That’s all I’ve wanted. Is to be on your team.”

“You have no idea what it’s like to win without you, when you’re out there making sure that everything is okay I just know my big brother is there looking out for me and I miss it, I miss telling everyone that it was you who made it possible, Freddie, you’re my star man.” George smiled, scratching his arm nervously, wanting nothing more than for things to be like old times.

Fred let out a breathy laugh, his eyes still brimming with fresh tears. “I’m the last one to thank, you big wanker, I don’t drive the damn thing constantly, that’s all you and your foolishness.” He swallowed. “I just...if you’ll have me back, I already talked to the Wood Brothers and everything but um...there’s a deal where I would be able to also drive once a month or so, and be your Pit Crew Pit Bull the other races. If that was okay with you - I want to be there with you again.” His knee bounced in the silence, his guilt and fear bouldering in his throat.

“I’d want nothing more than to have you back, I think it’ll be good for you to still stay driving, you have to get that adrenaline fill somewhere… I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you, proud of what you’ve achieved.” George smiled, the toothy grin brightening up the room as the awkwardness seemed to fade. “Even though you do become a cocky bastard sometimes.”

Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes. “One does not become a cocky bastard, Georgie-kins, one is a cocky bastard...also, I have to be,” he said getting up and moving to where George was sitting. “if I’m going up against my snot-nosed little brother who’s getting married and is going to expect me to babysit for a thousand hateful children,” he waggled his eyebrows and threw a pillow at him. “But thank you...I mean that. You know you’re easily the best on that track every time. Every time. I’m...I'm proud to be your twin, Georgie.”

“I don’t know how I survived without your brilliant humour gracing us all, Freddie, I truly missed the inspiring wit,” George chuckled, gently nudging his twin with his fist, “After all, you’re not too bad of a brother to have, not everyone can be me but you’re as close as anyone’s gonna get.” He smirked, eyebrow raised as he looked over to his twin.

“I truly am so distraught I did not destroy you in the womb when I had the shot, but here’s to the wish anyway,” full on slamming George in the face with the pillow and howling at the action. “Top that, bitch,” he barked.

“It’s on now.” George laughed, throwing the pillow back at his brother, sending an eruption of laughter echoing around the hotel room, the two boys flinging cushions around like there was no tomorrow.

But the laughter didn’t end, only continuing as loud roars and giggles as time passed. You found yourself swinging your legs out of bed, trudging towards the source of the noise, only to find feathers everywhere and the twins laughing together in a childlike manner. “Could the two of you be any more loud?”

“Sorry, baby… didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Yeah, sorry, Y/N.” Fred chimed in.

“You’re damn lucky it isn’t early, Weasley.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you shuffled off towards the warm embrace of the morning shower, thankful to see the twins as they should be, happy and together once again.

A/N // so phia and i have pretty much decided that we’re gonna keep this going so... part IV coming sooooon ;))))

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romiantic · 3 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ࿐ྂ

彡 ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝’ ❜

彡 𝗳𝘁. benimaru, shinra, arthur, and vulcan

彡 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

彡 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: slight language

彡 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: am i listening to megan while writing this? yes, yes I am.

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐍

⤷ Beni kind of got the concept but at the same time you had to explain what in the world you’re talking about

⤷ Y’all know that confused yet angry look he got? Yeah that was basically him

⤷ To be honest, he really did not care cause he trust you enough that you know you wouldn’t all the way out and you know where home is

⤷ But at the same time, he would kind of question Konro about it and have to be reassured that you wouldn’t do anything stupid or anything to hurt your boyfriend Beni

⤷ He would occasionally fly out to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid

⤷ Last thing he wants is the village of Akasu to spread your business or say “you’re being/acting like a hoe”

⤷ On top of that, Hinata and Hikage would be singing savage 24/7 because of you blasting it around on missions

⤷ Can you blame them though? It’s Megan we’re talking about

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐄

⤷ This boy was honestly excited to after hearing about it and wanted to participate as well

⤷ It honestly sounded so fun to him till you explained that it was a hot “girl” summer but then again he can participate as well since boys can be “hot boys”

⤷ But he can’t blame you for the shit that’ll happen though

⤷ Honestly, I highly doubt he’ll ever stop talking about it after the summer is over

⤷ Shinra would be 100% behind it and supporting it matter of fact

⤷ Hyping you up and recording whenever you’re at a party, doing “hood rat shit”, or just basically being yourself

⤷ Literally his phone and stories are nothing but you shaking your ass or acting out to some city girls

⤷ If he’s not there to hype you up, he usually ask you or the girls to send him pics and videos

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐋𝐄

⤷ Oh boy, this boy right here

⤷ When he first heard of hot girl summer, he honestly thought that meant only the women get to go on missions and the boys finally get a break from fighting either the Evangelist or infernals

⤷ He even gave you his sword to protect yourself with and you were utterly confused

⤷ When you finished explaining, all he let out was “eh?”

⤷ Then after explaining in “Arthur” terms, he finally grasped the concept

⤷ He liked the idea but he constantly asked questions to this “hot girl summer”

⤷ At this point, just give the boy some megan to listen to so he can understand

⤷ Though he doesn’t mind it but he would sometimes ask what’ll you be doing during “hot girl summer”

⤷ He just needs to make sure that you’re having fun and not riding around with the Evangelist

⤷ This boy even have all of your post notifications turned on to keep up with everything you’re doing

⤷ I guess you could say he got kind of clingy during that summer

·˚ ༘ੈ✩‧₊˚ ╰┈➤ 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇

⤷ Just like Shinra, he was all for it and wanna participate in it as well

⤷ But then thought about it and realized he would rather give you some space and work on his new inventions

⤷ Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind spending time with you but if it’s called a “hot girl summer” then he should might as well leave it to the girls to have fun

⤷ More than likely, the captain had already planned a “hot boy summer” for the boys

⤷ Though he listens to “Fever” while inventing to help alleviate it

⤷ Everytime he watches your story, he honestly LOVES watching you have fun and just be yourself

⤷ He wouldn’t wanna hold you back on you missing out on all the fun you’re having

⤷ Besides, he trust that you wouldn’t do anything stupid

彡 I’ve had this idea in my head literally ever since I brought up hot girl summer when mfs was getting married left and right

彡 mmcht, couldn’t be me tho *insert megan pic*

彡 call me corny but I gave this fire force cause helloooo fire is hot isn’t it?

彡 okay I’m leaving now 💔💔

彡 plus I literally have NOTHING for fire force so yeah

彡 also sorry I don’t have much for vulcan 😭

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝟔:𝟔 💗

#x black reader #fire force x black!reader #fire force x black reader #fire force headcanons #benimaru x black!reader #shinra x black!reader #arthur x black!reader #vulcan x black!reader #benimaru shinmon x black reader #shinra kusakabe x black reader #arthur boyle x black reader #vulcan joseph x black reader #benimaru headcanons #shinra headcannons #arthur boyle headcannons #vulcan joseph headcannons

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cornacopicimagines · 4 years

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after hours│t.h

pairing: professor!tom holland x reader

words: 6.9k (hehe nice)

warnings: swearing, PURE FILTH, sir kink, rough sex, masturbation (male & female), exhibition kink if you squint, spanking & sort of public sex.

summary: It's wrong, y/n tells herself. She can't help it though. She can't help fantasising about him. At the other end of the class, Tom tells himself to stop staring at her. It's creepy, he thinks. Neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over.

a/n: I’m back bitches! I'm still a fucking sinner and this is such a cliche, I'm so so sorry

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y/n sat at the desk. Her eyes never left Mr. Holland. Her attention never left the way the veins in his arms bulged when he picked up the massive textbook, never left his perfectly gelled hair and how it sat atop his head like it was crafted to from the day he was born. Perhaps I should start typing the notes that were on the board, she scowled to herself.

She feels dirty, almost ashamed of her crush on him. She hates herself for falling into a stupid cliché that had been so easy to avoid all these tireless years. y/n doesn't know why she has gone back to a love-sick teenage girl fantasising about a boy who she'll never even get to touch. A boy that so out of her league, he wouldn't even had the faintest idea that she exists. That doesn't stop them though. y/n still finger fucks herself to an orgasm that no boy has been able to give her in her 24 years of life, all the while wishing it was his cock instead of her fingers. If Mr. Holland knew what she did to herself under the influence of him and his stupidly handsome face, he would be disgusted. This she knows for a fact.

This isn't what she thought she would be doing, in all honesty. She is a semester away from graduating and she never wanted to be stuck in a perpetual state of wanting someone so unattainable it's not uneasy, it's borderline unethical. She truly believed she would have ancient married professor that sound like their legs deep in their coffin. Instead she got a literal Greek God as her Psych professor.

She knows that she's not the only one of course. y/n has met 10 other girls in her class that probably write god awful poetry about Mr. Holland's liquid bronze eyes. She can't blame them, if she could write shitty poetry about him, she 100% would. y/n not angry either, she knows out of the 120 students (110 of whom are girls), are probably all in the same predicament. She sometimes gets dirty looks from them when Mr. Holland address her by her first name.

Perhaps that's something she should consider; he calls her y/n not Miss y/l/n or just simply Miss. It's different, it's endearing and when he has a raspy voice, it's so fucking hot.

"y/n," a voice called out, she shook herself out of her haze, "are you still with us?" Mr. Holland was no standing over her. His cologne surrounding her, intoxicating her. y/n gulped softly before turning her eyes to his.

"Yes, sorry sir," y/n replied quickly, trying her hardest not to stumble over her own words or even let the blush run to her cheeks.

Mr. Holland smiled warmly, "that's good, I need at least one of you listening," the class erupting in laughter, "I would prefer it to be one of the brightest." That though got them quiet. y/n sunk into her chair in embarrassment. The blush she had been fighting rose to the surface, making her even more adamant not to look up at him but alas she couldn't.

In that small fleeting moment, she caught something in his eyes. She couldn't define exactly what it was. Whatever it truly was, y/n knew teachers should not be looking at their students in such a way. It made her even more lightheaded with admiration.

The lesson continued on as normal for another hour. Mr. Holland described the outline for the next assignment, it seemed short and sweet. Write a 2-thousand-word essay on the effects of unintentional recreational drugs during early childhood. y/n had to laugh at the way Mr. Holland phrased it. It was as if he had never touch pot in his entire life, to be fair, y/n wouldn't be too surprised if he didn't. Most of the girls in his class groaned at the mere mention of actual work and not an hour and a half session of pure toe-curling orgasm material. Now that she thinks about it, that would be a wonderful way to spend her Wednesday mornings and Thursday afternoons.

Of course, y/n was in another word during the last minutes of the lesson. Unable to focus on anything other than the hint of a tattoo peeking through the underlining of his shirt. She was working so hard to distinguish what it was that she had completely missed the end of the lesson and the dozens of people walking out.

"y/n, what exactly are you doing?" Mr. Holland's voice asked above her. y/n almost jumped in her seat, but she stayed completely still. "This is the second time today, should I be worried?"

This though made her jump out of her seat. "No of course not sir!" She defended as she rushed to place her things away. "I was just off in wonderland today."

"Are you sure there is nothing distracting you?" He asked.

Yes.

"No," she replied hurriedly.

"You know you can tell me if something is," he reassured her.

Yes, of course. Let me just tell you about how you are distracting me by always wearing the hottest casual suits every lesson and giving me the wonderful fantasy of tearing it off you.

"I know that, it's just been my busy schedule," y/n lied through her teeth. She's a broke college student with hardly any friends or real other assignments. "I am just working really hard, you know?"

Yeah, working really hard to imagine you pounding me into next week!

With that last thought, y/n knew she needed to leave before she exploded with embarrassment and arousal right there in front of him.

"I just wanted to let you know that you are totally allowed to change the topic of the assignment if you feel like there is something that strikes a chord with you," Mr. Holland smiled brightly.

Fuck! Did he have to look so gorgeous even when he's trying to be dorky and supportive.

Mr. Holland noticed the shocked look upon y/n's face and immediately retracted his statement, "I promise I won't fail you, if that's what your thinking." He explained. "I really enjoy your work, you're a gifted woman with a real talent and I don't want to see it go to waste with my shitty assignment."

y/n turned her attitude around. He was stumbling over his words. It was kind of cute and endearing, like everything he does. She smiled warmly at his compliment.

"Sir," she spoke softly. It came out a lot mouseyer and somehow sexual than she would have liked but she refused to back out of her statement. "I can't wait."

She didn't say another word but simply slung her back over her shoulder and made her way out of the class. Tom followed her figure in complete and utter shock. He praised whatever god watched over him for the small mercy that was having y/n's back turned to him to witness his immediate blush cover his entire freckled face.

Tom never let his eyes leave her. He just watched her waltz right out of his classroom, he bit his lip at the sight of her perfectly cupped ass in her jeans. Through-out the entire lesson, all he could think about is how her tits would bounce as his dick thrusted up into her little cunt. Just the thought made his cock spring to life.

He stared up at the clock. He had to be in another lecture in 10 minutes, he had to teach another round of student without her pretty face in it in 10 bloody minutes. Sadly, it wasn't enough time to imagine cumming over her said face. He fidgeted until his painful erection was safely hidden.

God, you are such a fucking creep, Holland. He thought to himself.

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y/n really didn't want to be doing this.

She really didn't want to have to walk to the library in a mini skirt she had when she went through her cringy hoe phase and a low-cut tank top she only really wore to bed at 8 at night. Luckily before she left, her roommate gave her a full can of pepper spray and a pocketknife. A handle tool for when you looked like a prostitute.

She had no choice. It was laundry night and she had to get her assignment out of the way, or she would never finish it in time. She wanted to kick herself for letting laundry night fall on the only night the library stayed open until midnight. It was a perk for sure but not when you had nothing to wear but pink neon rags.

y/n pushed open the library door and relieved herself of the anxiety of being abducted by the greeting of Harry. He looked familiar but she couldn't pinpoint where she had seen his face before.

"What cha doing here?" he shouted. Quite contradictory for a librarian. y/n grinned when she saw his dorky face at the counter. That is until he caught wind of her outfit, or lack thereof. "Got a late shift at the strip-club after this?" Her face fell.

"I hate you," she played along, her arms slumping on the cold desk. y/n looked around the library. It was basically empty, with the exception of the middle-aged teacher grading a stack full of papers. Poor bastard, y/n thought. "Got one for me?"

"You're going to get me fired if I do this again," Harry huffed, he banged his head against the keyboard in frustration.

"This is the last time," y/n explained, "I pinkie promise." She lifted her hand over the counter and waved her pinkie finger in Harry's face. He stared up her than move his eyeline to her finger now just touching the tip of his nose. He groaned loudly as he took her finger in his.

"There is a ton of empty booths, choose one and don't make a sound," Harry told her angrily, y/n simply clapped her hands in celebration and skipped off. She chooses the booth in range of Harry, in hopes that maybe he will distracted her and she won't have to do her work because she's too busy goofing off.

y/n dropped her stuff in a huff. Her back slumped into the curve of the chair and the desk covered her body happily. She placed her earphones in and played her favourite study music. She was in absolute heaven.

The assignment was kicking her ass, but she was determined to do it. Mr. Holland seemed genuinely excited for what she would write about if she did decide to change the topic. Now though she's regretting not letting Mr. Holland's hopes down.

She could find hardly anything online and even if she did it was by some random SJW on Tumblr. That's what lead her here tonight. In hopes that maybe some privileged white asshole with a degree would have some sources sighted to help her. Unfortunately, she was having trouble with that too.

It was now 11:30pm. She had been at this god forsaken table for two and a half hours now in an endless pursuit of bullshit. y/n had half a mind to give up and just suck his dick for the grade like other girls would in this situation. y/n had to remind herself though, she is a gifted woman with a real talent that should not be wasted on something shitty to please the masses. Did she just quote Mr. Holland?

She caught eyes with Harry in her block, who had two pencils stuck up his nose in an attempt to cheer her up. It did for the most part. y/n wanted to play along but it had seemed someone else had walked through the door at that very moment and Harry threw the pencils out. Harry's face lit up with red upon the arrival of this mystery person. y/n was interested in who this mystery person was. That is until she saw his face.

Mr. Holland walked up to the library desk in a fit of laughter. His hands smacking the counter and his face contorted in a wide smile. y/n instantly ducked under the table. She could faintly hear their conversation. It just sounded like muffled words until her name popped up.

Jesus Christ. Not now. Not tonight. Why of all night to run into his must it have to be tonight. Maybe I should make a run for it now, bust out of the wind-

"I know you're under there y/n," Mr. Holland's voice sung above her. It was too late now. Any escape plan that her mind frantically tried to rationalise was long gone by this point. Slowly, y/n retreated from her hiding spot to face him. He had his normal outfit of a tight t-shirt paired with a decorative tie and slightly lose pants. This time though he had a long burgundy coat draped over his shoulders. He looked like a painting. y/n smiled sheepishly.

"Hi," she said simply. Regaining her seat from before and fully appearing in front of him. "I had no idea you would be here this late," she tried with conversation.

"Harry's my brother, I have to drive him home before leaving myself and he just wanted to work the late shift tonight," Tom laughed to himself and he turned around and waved at Harry. His brother waved back guiltily. "You know, I could say this same to you," he smirked at her.

"I am working on your assignment, sir," y/n responded quietly. Tom's eyes lit up at that and he rushed to snatch the papers off her desk and into his hands. Much to the disapproval of y/n.

"Oh good, you've decided to change it," Tom sounded almost relieved as if he trusted her judgement more than his own. Worse of it all, he decided to sit down next to her. Even taking off his coat, making his biceps bulge through his shirt. His eyes flicked through what she currently has. His eyebrows raised in shock, "I have to say, I was not expected you to decide to do something about the female orgasm and its effect on the psyche," his voice was an octave deeper than usual. y/n could feel her arousal building.

y/n couldn't decide if he was just being friendly or if he was trying to send a deeper message. Either way, she decided to take action. "Well, with the number of women being unsatisfied I thought it was an appropriate topic," she snatched the papers out of his hands, "but you wouldn't know anything about women being unsatisfied would you sir?"

Tom sat there in astonishment. His cock stiffened against the restraints of his jeans, he has only been in her vicinity for 5 minutes and already she has him hard as a rock. It was times like these that he wished he could just leave all his determination to fuck her over this very desk at the door. Regrettably, he couldn't.

"Well, that just ruins the surprise," y/n sighed delicately. Her fingers flicking through the pages of her useless book. "Either way, the resources are complete shit," this time her sadness was real, and Tom snapped out of his lust-ridden haze.

"Did you really expect a man to know mostly everything of something that is so cardinally female?" Tom smirked as he closed the book on her and pointed to the photo of a wrinkled old man. He was the author of a stupid book and to be fair, he looked like he would write this type of book as well.

"Damn, I knew I was doing something wrong," y/n hissed. She had been spending her entire night trying to piece together information from a man who can only give her half the story.

"The book on the top shelf is one on the chemical effects of orgasming in females by a female," Tom leaned in and whispered in her ear. His hot breath wafted of her skin; it was enough to send goose bumps over her entire body. y/n turned her head to face him, their lips inches away from each other. If they didn't have Harry watching them like a hawk, they probably would be out of breath from lip-locking. Instead, y/n nodded and got up out of her seat, making sure to give him a stunning view of her tits through her tank top. He wanted to audibly gasp but kept in inside. It didn't help with his situation downstairs any more than the last few minutes have.

Slowly, she walked over to the bookcase. Her eyes scanning the endless rows and she made sure Tom had enough time to enjoy the deep red thong underneath her skirt. Finally, her fingers coiled around the book and brought it down to her. Tom couldn't believe his own eyes. He was so under her spell. The way her top hugged her curved and let his eyes completely drink in her breasts. How her skirt was pulled up to her waist, allowing the flushed skin of her ass to be visible to him. He wonders how a woman like her even exists and yet she takes a seat next to him, absolutely unaware of his throbbing manhood. Begging to be touched by her, to be taken by her, by anything to do with her.

"Thank you, sir," she almost purrs to him, Tom's struggling to keep it together. He afraid the next thing to slip out of her flawless mouth, he'll cum straight into his pants when he would rather cum into her.

"Anytime," he responds just a dark before getting up. Hiding his clearly hard cock behind his briefcase. "I'll see you in class?" He already knows the answer, but he just wants the last bit of assurance from her.

"Of course," she smiled warmly. With that Tom basically books it, he's frantically making sure he's well-hidden as he quickly bends over the counter.

"I'll come back to pick you up in 30, I forgot some paper work back in my office," it's so fast, Harry almost doesn't have time to translate it before Tom's out the door and rushing down the hall.

At one point, he basically running to get to his office. Feet tapping against the concrete as he continues to see nothing but flashing images of y/n. It blurs his vision and he's so desperate. He considers using a spare supply closet but know he will only get complete privacy in his own office.

He finally gets there, after what seems like an eternity of running. He checks the hallways before entering. He drops all of his things at the foot of the door. He even has the decency to hang his coat upon the rack. Tom slowly walks over to his chair. It's a rough leather material and usually he would refuse to do what he's about to do in here, it will be stained with the memory but at this point. He got no fucks left to give.

He crashes down. His back hitting the material he hates so much. He doesn't think he's got time, but he still does it slowly. His belt drops next to his and he undoes the zip slowly and the cold air hits his dick. He hisses at the feeling but proceeds anyways. Tom pulls the rest of his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicks them across the room. His hand takes his dick, slowly rubbing the head. Imaging y/n's fingers dancing over it, spreading the precum over. He uses his palm to envision her own stroking up and down in an even motion. He can't help but moan. He can't help but softly call out her name.

He so entranced that he doesn't recognize the following light footsteps approaching. He's so into her non-existent touch that he doesn't hear the door peacefully squeak open. He's so in love with the feeling he doesn't feel y/n walk around the room to get on her knees in front of him.

She's in glory of his movements. Watching him stroke his much bigger cock than her masturbation version has her in a hurry to get her own panties off her body and across the floor. She's sure she's dripping onto the wood below but she does have single care in the world. Tom has his head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand starts to speed up, that's when y/n decides to go for the kill. She licks a long strip up his shaft. Her hands stabilizing him by placing them atop his bare thighs.

Tom almost jumps out of his chair. He had no idea she caught him in the middle of something so vile and wrong. Better yet, she had caught him with the tip of his dick around her perfectly glossed lips. He doesn't get to say another word before y/n's hands begin massaging the bottom of his manhood. It's slow to begin with, it's almost if she's easing him into it. Her cheeks hollow out to allow his length into her warm mouth. It's incredible. Tom can't help but buck his hips up into her throat causing her to gag slightly. It's a sound he wants more of.

His hands ball her hair into his fist. With the faster her movements become, the harder he fucks into her mouth. They sync up almost instantly. One of y/n's hands leave his cock to fuck herself. Tom's mesmerised by the way her fingers act as a replacement for his dick. He's certain he's not going to last much longer.

"I should be d-doing that," he whispers through grunts. y/n lifts her head to smile at him, still letting her free hand jerk and pull bringing him closer the edge.

"I know," she responds, just as quiet. Her mouth reconnects but Tom quickly snaps his hips up into her. Her muffled moaning vibrated against his cock as he fucks her mouth. It's the hottest thing he's ever done. He tugs and pulls at her hair, y/n's edging him on. She's exquisite, it's like she's mastered this and has allowed him to chance to feel how fucking beautiful her little mouth can be.

Like it's effortless, he comes. Without any warning, he is shooting hot stream of cum into her mouth, filling it up. Tom swears he's seeing stars but can't bring him to call out her name but instead bites down on his hand so hard he's afraid he's drawn blood.

y/n releases him from her mouth and is from an actual porn Tom spent his teenage years watching, his cum leaks from her lips and falls down on the curves of her tits. It's a sight he was to remember forever. He wants to grab his phone and click so he will get to look at her covered in his cum for the rest of his life but alas, he's still regaining his bearings.

"Tastes better than I would have expected," y/n giggles as she brings the liquid back up to her lips and swallows. There is no way this woman gets better; he thinks to himself.

"Sweetheart-," he begins but she beats him to it, her gets back on her feet and plants a sweet kiss upon his lips. He can taste himself on her lips, it's addictive.

"I wanted this," it's almost as if she read his mind. He doesn't respond but he simply looks at her, his hand coming up to twirl a strand of hair that has fallen in front of her face.

y/n pulls away from him, walking over the pile of discarded clothes and bend to pick up her soaked underwear. She gives Tom a look, he's so close he can smell her juices from his seat. Her pussy look like a paradise waiting to be exploded by him, but he keeps his hands to himself. y/n paced herself over to the coat hanger, her folded panties in hand. She places them in the left pocket with a devilish smile upon her face. Tom had now place their rest of his clothes back on and had joined her.

"I'll get them back next lesson," y/n grins. Tom nods quickly, their feet fumbling under her back hits his office door. She's trapped in between him, he smells of pure sex but she's committed to her idea. He bends down to capture her lips in his with a forceful kiss. It's hungry and needy. She wants it so badly to give but she pulls away. "My roommate is waiting for me outside."

"We'll finish this," Tom whispers as he opens the door for her. It sends shivers down y/n's spine. It's not a promise, it's an order.

She grabs the rest of her things and heads off. Almost in a sick turn of events, Tom watches her bare ass strut away from him. Just like the last lesson, except this time all he can do is imagine him face fucking her. It's a beautiful sight.

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The three days leading up to class where probably the slowest 72 hours both of them had ever experienced. A constant detail of pleasure from the night before. So when the fated day arrived, both parties didn't know what to do. Tom debated just staying home, though he couldn't deny he so desperately want just another taste. He thought, if he didn't show up, all his guilty conscience of a student giving him the best head he's ever had in his life would simply disappear and he would go back to being a normal teacher. y/n, too, thought of skipping this class for a completely different reason. Perhaps she had got a surge of confidence after hearing her professor call out her name while he touched himself or it could just be the pure scandalous nature of it all. Either way, she wanted to stay cooped up with a blanket while she watched him unravelled. No matter the psyche from the both of them, they went.

y/n stood outside the classroom for a good 20 minutes, unsure of what she should do. Should she go in now and fuck him in the small window or wait and play with his emotions? She hadn't realised how fast the time had went until she saw other student's start entering. It was now or never and unfortunately it was going to be now.

The room was smaller than y/n remember when she stepped in. It seemed more wide the last time she came in here. Of course, the last time she came in her, she hadn't sucked Mr. Holland's cock.

Her eyes landed on him in a matter of seconds. His back was turned to her as he wrote on the massive blackboard in front of him. y/n could see his muscles flex as he tried to reach for the duster above the board. She bit her lip as she thought of her nails digging into his back as he fucked her. It was a fantasy she had to push to the side.

Tom could practically smell her once she walked in. It was her normal perfume that had been intensified 10 fold. He refuses to turn around, afraid that if he did all his good heart nature would go out the window. Tom could hear the faint clinking of the heels of her shoes walk up the stairs. He so desperately wanted them to come right back down.

"Okay, as you know, you're assignment is due in 2 weeks and this is going to be the only time I will answer your questions," Tom's voice boomed. He hadn't got a lot of sleep since that night and he didn't particularly want to do this but he considered himself a kind professor, so he had too.

He turned around and saw the entire class' hands go straight up in the air. Including y/n, though hers was a little lower. Her eyebrow raised and a small smirk painted on her lips. There was no way in hell he was answer whatever question came out of those pretty lips. She looked even more exquisite than when he last saw her. A tight t-shit that had a stained 50's logo on it and a pair of tight black jeans, he knew as soon as he spoke to her, he would loose all control on himself.

So he never did, constantly dodging her. Answering every single question, even if half of them were if he was married or worse if he was free Friday night. He will admit, seeing y/n get frustrated every time he passed her to talk to another young female student made him just that tad bit excited.

It was an hour and a half of pure tension. Sure, no one else in the class could feel it but they 100% could. She never felt more out of control and for some reason, she despised it. He kept ignoring her, kept refusing her, kept defying her. It was infuriating, that she wanted to take fate by the hair.

She waited, until every single soul had walked out of the door. She waited until the last gaggle of girls had finished their blabbering to Tom before she starting to strut down the stairs. Tom refused to meet her eyes even when he knew that's all she did. Glare at him as she stomped past him desk to the classroom door. He heard it lock.

"I wanted to ask you a question," she almost spat, "sir."

Tom straightened himself before swivelled around to meet her. She was so livid with him but he knew deep down that all she wanted from him was to have the white chalk from the board rubbed up her back from him pinning her down.

"Fire away," he responded exactly the same. She stared at him for a moment before strolling towards him. She made sure to swing her hips every other time. She noticed his eyes on her, finally she was getting somewhere.

y/n pressed her chest upon his heaving one. Her face lifting to meet his. They stayed like that for a good minute, just pondering. They listened to each other's heats thumping against their rib cages. They both desperately needed this.

Never taking her eyes off him, y/n snaked her hand around the side of pocket of her coat, smiling once she found what she left. Her soaked red thong, it was a sight for sore eyes.

"I wanted to ask if I was every going to get payback?" she giggled softly. Tom knew she was playing a game but he had no idea which one it was.

"I don't think I understand," he stammered, she strutted away from him until she met the edge of his stainless desk. Her fingers gliding over the wood ever so slightly. She turned her head to look at him. She had a rawness in her eyes; lustful, a sinner's stare. It would be a look Tom was never forget for the rest of his life.

y/n suddenly jumped on the desk. Her ass moving the papers to the side as she slowly started to unbutton her tight jeans. "I think you do," it was almost a hiss but he only heard the desperation in her voice. "I want you to make me feel all the things you did that night."

Tom almost fainted just with that until she dropped her jeans the floor. She had come to class without any underwear on and her wetness was dripping onto the desk. Tom was sure was in heaven but he didn't want to believe it.

He got on his knees. His hands palming at her soft thighs. Tom didn't need another incentive, he didn't need another spur-on. Tom licked a single strip up her folds, y/n bit a moan back. It was like tasting ambrosia or doing cocaine for the first time. He needed more, so he went back in again, this time it was rougher. His fingers gripping at her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth as he devoured as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. Her hands tangle themselves in his floppy curls, she tugs harshly on his scalp as he adds a finger into her warm entrance.

Tom's never felt like this before but he doesn't care. He's sure people can hear her soft but frantic moaning from outside, but he doesn't care. He'll never look at his desk the same way but like everything else, he doesn't fucking care. Tom curls his fingers in the perfect spot inside of her.

"Just like that," y/n calls out, her hair now sprawled out on the desk. "I'm going to cum sir."

Tom feels her walls contract around his fingers as he pulsing faster, her back arches and she trying so hard to force her cries back into her throat. It's a sight he wants to from above, it's a feeling he wants to feel inside of her. So, at the last minute, he retracts everything. His tongue leaves her throbbing clit and his finger, which are glistening with her slick, slid out of her.

y/n can't hold back to whine that leaves her left from the loss of his god-like tongue and fingers. "What the fuck Tom?!" she's angry with him, she wants to tell him off but before she can do it. One of his hands captures her wrist and slams them against the desk below her, pinning her to it. She whimpers at the sting of pain.

He's right above her but she can't see a single thing below her. "Look at me," he tells her sternly, she does what's she is told instantly. "You can't talk to me like that sweetness," y/n knows there is a venom behind his words even if she speaks in a melody. "I'm not your fucking boyfriend, you don't call me that."

Without any warning at all, he pounds right up into her. y/n almost spasms out of Tom's grip from the wave of pleasure. Tom doesn't move at all, he stays nuzzled inside her. It's agonising, almost painful for y/n. Having his perfect cock not jamming into her tight cunt. It's torture.

"You understand that?" he peppers kissed against the nape of her neck, she's about to cry out, she'll do anything. She nods her head frantically, hoping it's enough. It isn't. He keeps his hips locked tightly against hers. "Words, sweetness."

"Yes," she responds. She can feel him frown against her skin. He pulls right out of her and rams right back in, causing y/n to scream out in pleasure. "Y-yes sir," she corrects herself and with that, Tom starts a pace. It's slow and tantalising, he watches amazed at how her pretty folds swallow him up with every thrust. It's magnificent.

He wants to savour this moment forever. He wants to fuck her brains out for every waking moment of his existence.

"Sir, go harder," she moans below him. Her wrists bruised from his gripped, but the pain just only contributes in her overwhelming amount of pleasure. His thick cock is so much better than her fingers, no matter how many she adds.

Tom obliges and starts to really pound into her cunt. It's raw and ruthless, he's calling out her name now. "Fuck sweetness, you so bloody tight," he purrs, y/n can't respond through her chant of curses. "You're little cunt was made for me, it was made for me to stretch it out."

The dirty talk elevates her, y/n's not sure how much longer she'll last. His filling ever last inch of her. She can feel her tits bounce every time their skin collides. Her wrists are finally let free as he begins to clutch at her naked hips. It's an experience she's never felt. The sound of skin slapping and their combined gasping and cursing are the only thing she can perceive to hear. If there was a knock at the door, y/n knows she would have no idea about it.

Perhaps, it's the pure excitement and morality of this whole situation that makes them both feel like they're on cloud nine. Her arms snake around his waist, her hands move with every rough thrust into her. She's gripping onto his back through the material of his tight shirt. Her nails clasping on the contracting muscles. She would have left his back red and sore if he didn't have the damned t-shirt on to protect him.

"Fuck," she curses as he started to hit an area inside of her, she never knew existed. "Just like that sir, I am going to cum," she moans, her forehead against his. They lock eyes again, this time though there is no linger feeling of want or romance. It's just sex. Dirty, hot, intense fucking.

She's the first to come undone. The fire now transformed into a raging wildfire spreading across her entire abdomen. y/n throws her head back in ecstasy, her whole vision goes black and she has to bit down against her hand to stop and inevitable pornographic scream to jump out of her mouth. Her other hand clutches his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Tom follows shortly after, his thrusts become sloppy and erratic but never easing up. His cock twitches inside of her before he shots the hot white liquid all inside of her cunt. He pressed his lips against her as his attempt to stop his moan as well but he continues to call out her angelic name against her lips. Once, Tom pulls out of her, he watches in awe. The mixture leaks out of her hole and then pools on his desk. He's so in love with this woman it hurts.

"I have never cum that hard in my entire fucking life," she giggles, pulling her top down her flushed tits. As he too, starts to redress himself, he simply stares at her. Watches her retrieve her jeans from the floor and slip them up her bare ass. He spots her shove her panties back into his back pocket, not before she scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" he asked gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nuzzles her face in the crook of her.

"I'm giving you a reason to come make me dinner and then fuck me again," she explains, "I put my address in there, so hopefully you can't get lost."

"You sure about this," Tom asked hesitantly, y/n now swivelled around to face him. Her warm palm caressed his face.

"I wouldn't have just done that if I wasn't," she places a soft, tender kiss to his cheek. "Make it a Thursday though, my roommate will be out on those nights," she told him as he grabbed the last of her things and unlocked the door. Tom grins warmly as she makes herself presentable for the last time. "I would clean that up if I were you," y/n laughed, pointing at the obvious mess all over his desk before quickly exiting.

As she wobbled back to her dorm, she wondered what article of clothing she should leave out on their next escapade.

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a/n: this is gonna flop, i just fuckin know it 🥴 anways i hope you enjoyed my fic that has ended my hiatus. see you (hopefully) soon 🥺

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ADDICT Animation Thoughts.

HEY, WANNA LEARN DRUGS?

This is me not having doing one of these review sort of things in a while. I’m kinda swallowed in the love for the newest animation for Hazbin Hotel, so I’mma do a review on it.

Yeah, I’m talking about the whole music video for the song “ADDICT”. Yes, it’s a song I freaking LOVE and will probably sing it to the ceilings for the rest of the week.

I actually had no clue there was an animation being produced for this song. I thought it was a good fan song and it was just gonna be left like that, but no, the person, and team, decided to make a video for it.

Okay, first off, can I just gush over how much I freaking love this thumbnail?? It’s done by Arielle Somerville, and even though this doesn’t have Cherri included, who takes up the second verse and I’ll talk about that in the minute, she definitely gets the message across that this video, and song, is mostly about Angel himself. I especially love the reflection on the pole, showing Valentino, who showed his face in the comic that’s supposed to be a prequel to the actual pilot. I also love the expression on Angel’s face. To me, it spells utter hatred for Valentino, and why shouldn’t he?

I’m sure most people who like Hazbin Hotel have seen this vid, so I don’t think I need to put a spoiler warning. Instead of explaining what happens in the video, I will break down the actual song and what comes to mind when I hear the lyrics and see the imagery.

Til death do us part, but we're already past that phase. This is a brand new start, and I think I deserve some praise

I will forever love this shot.

for the way that I am. Despite having overdosed, and ending up comatose.

I don't give a damn, I've let my emotions go- Fuck being a sober hoe.

The first verse is fairly clear about what happened to him before and after he died. Angel states with the whole “Till death, do us part” that now that he’s in Hell, he’s starting anew. He then further states that he should “deserve some praise” for the way he is despite the fact he “overdosed” and “ending up comatose”. While it IS confirmed that Angel died via PCP overdose, PCP can cause anything from organ shutdown (lungs and kidneys specifically) to seizures and coma. It’s not exactly clear what specifically killed him, but if I had to guess: organ shutdown. Specifically respiratory arrest since the oxygen is crucial for sustaining the brain.

He then, like typical Angel Dust, sings about not giving a damn, which makes sense since cause, y’know, it’s Angel. He claims to have let his emotions go and “fuck being a sober hoe.” PCP is.. odd when it comes to the psychological effects of it. PCP can block NMDA receptors, which are responsible for pain sensations, memory function, learning, and yes, even emotions. However, it can also cause anything from euphoria and calmness to anxiety and violence depending on how much is taken and who is using it. I’m not an expert, so I don’t know what’s specifically causing such contradicting results. (If someone does know PCP back to front, I’m giving you the shot to put your two cents in.)

This is the mantra, this is my life you're playing with now til the end of the night. Surrounded by fire, the passion ignites, a hit of that heaven and hell, a helluva high!

We then hit the bridge. Angel walks towards the moth in the thumbnail named “Valentino”, and yes, I got plenty to say about him later, and tells him he’s playing with Angel’s life “til the end of the night.” I don’t exactly know what he means by this since Valentino is Angel’s boss and we all know it’s not some one-time thing. He then sings about being “surrounded by fire” as “the passion ignites” and “a hit of that heaven and hell.” Heaven and Hell, huh? I believe he, himself, knows of its effects. (I’m not calling him stupid/oblivious, but sometimes the effects of these sort of drugs tend to be underestimated when it comes to what they can actually do.)

I'm addicted to the madness. This hotel is my Atlantis. We're forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin. Let me leave my soul to burn and I'll be breathing it in. I'm addicted to the feeling. Getting higher than the ceiling. And we're never gonna want this fucking feeling to end. Just concede and give in to your inner demons again.

Angel, along with Cherri, sings about how he’s “addicted to the madness.” I mean, he did have a casual conversation while happily killing Sir Pentious’s minions. He then makes a reference to the lost city of Atlantis, a city that was said to be inhabited by people who were half-man/half-god and created a utopian civilization.. basically the hotel is an “oasis” of sorts to flee from his current situation. Of course, being in a place called Hell, he states how there will always be a reason to sin and that he’ll leave his soul to burn and breathe it in. I mean, it’s Hell, you can’t fault him for thinking that, and, if you know a thing or two about Hell, once you’re there, have fun getting out, so you might as well leave your soul to burn and breathe it in. Of course, Hell is a lot uglier than this, but we’re talking fictional characters here, so there’s gonna be some rule bending.

He then repeats the first line of the chorus, but it’s slightly altered. He’s “addicted to the feeling” and “getting higher than the ceiling”, which is probably referring to the drugs again cause, well, you know. Of course, like how drug abusers become drug abusers, he doesn’t want this “feeling to end”, so he takes more angel dust to keep this feeling going. He then says to “concede and give in to your inner demons again.” Concede means to “admit after resisting or denying”, so Angel, at some point, was resisting, or denying, the situation he was in, but after either fighting it/denying it for so long, before or after death, he accepted that he’s fucked up and gave in to his inner demons.

I also love this shot.

After a few seconds of awesome music, Cherri gets her time to shine.

Yeah you fell in love, but you fell deeper in this pit. While death rains from above, so count your blessings cause this is it.

You're not letting it go, so what if I misbehave? It's what everybody craves.

You already know, so come if you're feeling brave, and fancy yourself a mate.

Cherri seems to have suffered an abusive relationship before as she seems to use past tense for whoever she’s referring to. "Yeah, you fell in love, but you fell deeper in this pit.” Whatever it was, it’s not something that can be made up for. She then says “While death rains from above, so count your blessings cause this is it.” I don’t exactly know what she means by this. Technically, they’re both dead and in Hell, so I don’t think whoever this man is has had his soul destroyed.. mainly because of what she says later. However, as death does what death does best, she’s telling him to count his blessings as this is it. I don’t know what she means as we don’t actually know that much about Cherri to begin with, so it’s more of a hit or miss kind of game in this playing field. She doesn’t seem to have any grudges against him, or at least doesn’t act like she does. I know somewhere down the line that our “protagonists” will have to face their problems, but I’m not sure what Cherri has in store for a man she seemingly got over.

However, it may be over for her, but she states that it isn’t for him by telling him that he’s “not letting it go.” She continues by asking “so what if I misbehave?” and then following that up with “It’s what everybody craves.” She makes it seem like he couldn’t handle her overly energetic attitude. It may also suggest that Cherri, along with her use of bombs and how much she seems to love blowing up shit, may be emotionally unstable. While yes, she may be kind and friendly to Angel, but he’s just a friend, I don’t think he’s anything more.

It doesn’t stop there though, whatever it is, she tells him he already knows, so come if he’s feeling brave and fancy himself a mate. Mate is often referring to a lover, but could also mean friend or someone for a one-night stand. Again, since we don’t know much about her, these lines could mean anything.

You want it? I got it! See what you like? We could have it all by the end of the night! Your money and power.. my sinful delight! A hit of that heaven and hell, a helluva high!

The bridge doesn’t do much in terms of explaining what’s happened to Cherri. While yes, it’s definitely explaining something, we don’t know what that something is. We can only guess at the moment.

Cherri tells whoever this man is that if he wants it, she’s got it. She then teases him with “See what you like? We could have it all by the end of the night!” The whole “end of the night” has now been said on both sides. It could mean about the similar situations between them. Heck, it might be why they’re friends to begin with. Nothing brings people together more than having similar experiences.

Then, and I don’t know if this is me, Cherri’s voice seems to tone down slightly when saying, “Your money and power” before kicking it back up with her smiling and saying, “my sinful delight!” The animation may support this as everything tones down, except the music, as if she’s reminiscing. She then follows it up with the line that leads into the chorus. As far as I know, she isn’t taking drugs, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be addicted to certain habits. *cough, cough* Blowing shit up. *cough, cough*

We then hit the chorus again. The chorus before introduced Cherri into the video, but now it’s being sung by both on the same stage and in the same building: the same one Cherri decides to blow up as they both sing about their respective situations. There isn’t much to this other than the fact that it feels more of a wrap up on explaining their current states.

Of course, those who have listened to the VIP version knows there was an extra verse sung by Angel, which was included at the end of the video.

I'm addicted to the sorrow when the buzz ends by tomorrow. There's another rush of poison flowing into my veins, giving me a dose of pleasure that resides by the pain.

I'm addicted, I'm dependent. Looking awesome, feeling helpless. And I know I'm raising Cain by every highway in hell. Maybe things won't be so terrible inside this hotel.

I.. don’t know where to begin with this. I had to go back several times because there’s just so much detail in every scene. Everything from seeing Travis getting kicked in the face to the cigarette that Angel threw in the ash tray looking like a heart.

I think I’ll start with what I think might be going on.

Angel, more than likely, is still in an abusive relationship with Valentino, who I will ramble about in a few. I’ve seen a few who’ve said that he isn’t, but I don’t think he managed to break it just like that. He is the one who told the audience to give in to their inner demons after all.

As far as Cherri goes? She’s become an addict to her own habit of blowing stuff up for fun. While yes, she’s seen blowing stuff up that is about/for Valentino, with a habit that’s become an addiction, I don’t think it’s gonna be very specific.

Of course, I could be very wrong about Cherri. She is seen blowing up a sign that literally says “ADDICT.”

So maybe she has broken an addiction of hers and is stronger than I give her credit for. Maybe that’s also why she’s coming to the hotel, cause she also said the hotel is her Atlantis, so it’s probably a hint that she’s gonna be added later.

Speaking of Cherri...

I love her solely for this.

While they aren’t exactly ideal people, they are, almost, ideal friends. Whenever one struggles, the other comes to help. Angel helped Cherri fight off Pentious while Cherri is here comforting Angel as he goes through his abusive relationship with Valentino. (She also helps with, again, blowing up anything that belongs/is for Valentino. Ridding imagery of an abuser will bring some ease to the victim’s life.) I say “almost” as they don’t go about it in the tamest of ways.. though I understand why people would come to defend what Cherri did. If nothing stops them from fighting and taking land, then nothing would stop Cherri blowing up a billboard or two, especially if it’s Valentino.

I think it’s time I’ve rambled about Valentino and the relationship he and Angel have, SO HUGE WARNING, this is gonna mention sexual assault/rape.

Valentino... I know I’m right when I say that just about everyone in the Hazbin Hotel fandom absolutely hates this fucker.

I can’t tell you how many people have made jokes about it already. Who wouldn’t hate him? I can tell you right here, right now, that moths, because he’s a moth, are my favorite insects. They’re fluffy, amazing to look at, and can make for some nice character designs. However, I have not once found myself being fond of Valentino. He has a great design, but that’s about it. He may not be real, but I’d strangle him too for not respecting Angel’s boundaries.

who

the fuck

aRE YOU

TO DO THIS??

My god, it doesn’t even stop here. This was pretty tame. I have a feeling not many know what was actually shown in the mirror when Angel was in his room.

Yeah, I don’t need to tell ya. I mean, I hope that’s not what’s happening, but Valentino IS one of many of the overlords of Hell, so who knows how twisted he is. It looks like he’s just holding him in place and just glaring at him through the mirror as he probably monologues about some bull about Angel being his and whatnot, but this is Hell and tame can just go out the window.. that and Valentino is literally fucking drooling.

As a final note, I’m pretty hyped for whatever Vivzie and her crew have in store for this series. I’ve seen the pilot, I’ve read the comic, and now I’ve seen the music video, all have been great.

I can’t really guess on where Vivzie’s gonna go with this whole story. I’ve always learned that Hell is an inescapable place, so I’d expect that Hazbin Hotel will be about Charlie hoping to rehabilitate people to go to Heaven only to find out that there’s no way out. Maybe it’ll be about how Hell doesn’t have to be some horrible place for nothing but pain, but a place to finally try and fix your problems so they don’t control you in the afterlife.

However, Hell has one issue: the overpopulation and extermination. It’s why Charlie opened up the hotel to begin with, so maybe the plot is far more clear cut. It is a fictional world. Technically the Hell most people think of is nothing really like this. It’s just an eternal fire pit where you’ll suffer physical pain over and over. However, Vivzie’s take on it is far more abstract. It seems Hell is where you’re put into situations you wouldn’t want to be in. Angel seems to want love and have fun, but is instead stuck with someone abusive and what he finds fun has been turned into work, both of which he hates.

In the end, I’m really loving Hazbin Hotel’s story as a whole. I love the fact Angel got some more depth to him. I’m looking forward to what’s in store for Cherri and the others.

P.S.: You wanna know the irony to this? I love moths, but most spiders I hate. However, I’m here hating Valentino, a moth, while having a fondness for Angel, a spider.

I’ve never had something like this happen to me before and it’s one of many reason why I love Hazbin Hotel.

#Frenchie Rambles #Hazbin Hotel #Angel Dust #Cherri Bomb #Valentino #Frenchie Screenies

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