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azzydoesstuff · 8 months

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

man 41-experimentation has the worst abandoned facilities. where is all the scrap guh??

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the fuck are you calling an abandoned facility?? experimentation is my fucking home you prick. you scrappers call these facilities abandoned but they're not. you're just wandering into our homes and stealing our things. leave it to the scrapper to regurgitate insectophobic slop. blocked

#like i swear to god. these fucking scrappers are so stupid. i hope they all die #insect pride

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i swear to god y'all, ain't NOTHINg moving on my watch

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heyyyy 😏

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😬

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bro why do the fucking dogs keep messing with my gang?? they almost killed jerry a couple hours ago

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how about you be fucking quiet you fucking pickle thieves

#seriously who steals pickles lmao #fuck baboon hawks

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T HEY TOOK M Y PIcKLES!!!!1!!

#naw i'm uptading th ose mf dangjer level to 75% agfter tha t shit

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

first time visiting 7-dine! wonder what i'm gonna find lol

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hey i live there! lol

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man what the hell

#cw coilphobia #fucking scrappers #hope i coil this bitch lmao

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What do you do after eating a really tasty planet? You give the restaraunt five golden stars.

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BEAST LET ME OUT ALREADY I NEED TO GET OUT I CAN'T BE DIGESTED YOU FUCKING BEAST CEASE THIS MOCKERY OF OUR GOLDEN PLANET RELEASE ME SPIT OUT THE RINDS LET ME LEAVE

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Haha, good one Jeb! You should really change your url!

#you fucking idiot don't say shit like that #he's gonna fucking escape at some point if you keep doing this and then you'll really be fucked you fucking moron #goodjokesbyjeb

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who up eatin' their legs

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what

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us thumpers get called halves because when we're born we have to eat the bottom half of our bodies to get out of our eggs. this is why we have no legs and have to use our arms to walk around. hope this helps ❤️

#cw thumperphobic slur #cw half #don't be ignorant like this and do your research #also don't call us halves please #thumpers #thumperposting #thumper gang

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man why don't this fucking door open. oh it's my fucking crew behind it fucking great. fucking assholes won't stop saying i smell

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hey i think we haven't met before

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🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

RICH NOOOOOOOOOOO

#bro stank like shit but i didn't want him to go like this #not like this! not like thiiiiiiis!

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you guys, i just found the coolest fucking metal sheet. you have no idea

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BRO GET OUT OF THE DOORWAY STUPID FUCKING BOX

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listen to my tune

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hey guys it's my first week working for the company! i think i'm gonna make quota this time

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no you're not

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no i'm not

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hey guys i'm resigning from the company rn. im gonna make some changes accordingly on my blog now. can someone tell @lootyloot-nestynest i'm sorry and ask them to unblock me. i'm a changed man now, i'm not a scrapper anymore

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guys idk something seems off about this guy. he was spewing coilphobic shit a couple days ago

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guess who's been busy, coily? 😏😏😏

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no fucking way

#the madman did it #bro got fucking masked lmao

#is this anything #shitpost #shitposting #lethal company #lethal company shitpost #lethalposting #companyposting #tumblr dashboard simulator #lethalblr #companyblr

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hii!! i'd like to request a steve harrington x fem!reader fic pls <33 reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺 lots of angst please and some steve grovelling teehee <33

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A/N: okay yes 😏 i screwed this up the littlest bit, but i hope it still tickles ur fancy. also i’ve seen this done for king!steve and i wanted to write it for s4 steven

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have big feelings for Steve, he’s just not sure he feels the same way. 3.6k words.

Warnings: angst, but it resolves into fluff, unrequited love trope, lots of feelings, friends to lovers?, CURSING!, italics, established friendship, feat. Keith 😑

"You think it would be gross if we kissed?"

Steve thinks you might actually sound hurt, but he also thinks the face he's making is hilarious beyond belief: kind of contorted and screwed inward, nose scrunched and trying really hard to batten down a grin. You glare at him from the passenger's seat, arms crossed tight over your green Family Video vest.

You think he's wonderful despite his naiveté. If only he knew how handsome you thought he was, all caramel locks and big brown eyes and the kind of smile that reaches his eyes before he's even thought of it. No wonder he has an ego up to the moon. No wonder he still manages to weasel his way into the creases and crevices of any living creature's heart. Even yours. Hell, especially yours.

"Yeah, duh!"—and he's so sure of it, you could cry—"You're like the little sister I never had!"

You chuckle but you look like you're about to hurl yourself out of the car or get yourself arrested for manslaughter. Thank God he's only a block away from your house, or he'd never see the light of day again. Does he really think of you like that? The soft laughter peters out into a grating silence that burns right down your throat and feels like hard metal settling in your lungs.

He doesn't dare glance over at you. He only bites down hard around nothing and grimaces, eyes set hard on the lines dashing beneath the grill of his car. Jesus Christ, he does not think of you like that. And he begs whatever stupid pride is keeping him steady in this nonexistent pissing contest to leave it be, but its jaw is set in the tender meat of the game.

"Don't have to be so jovial about it," you grumble.

"What?"

"Mine's on the left," you grumble, nodding out the window. Oh, he's definitely in trouble. You only ignore him like this when he's done something boyish to a fault.

"I know. I drive you home every—hey!"

"Bye," you coo, booking it up the steps to your door, refusing to turn over your shoulder for fear that you'll burst into tears upon seeing him smile or frown or crack the slightest look of confusion.

He watches you slam the door and rolls the passenger window up with a frustrated sigh. Where the Hell did that come from and why. All while you're sitting against the foot of your bed, chattering into the phone at Robin, still wearing your uniform and tugging at strands of your hair as expletives weave themselves between every three words.

"Oh my Fucking God, I'm so fucking embarrassed right now, Robs—Does he—? Does he think I'm some sort of fuckin' baby? I just don't—"

"He's just being Steve, okay? He probably didn't mean it—"

"The way he looked at me, Robin, I felt like a fucking imbecile. Of all the dickheads in the world I could fall for, my heart chose Harrington? Maybe I'm the idiot." You sigh and kick your feet out, the frustration winding up new nerves and letting them go like tight springs to fling out over your body.

She sighs and it rattles through the grainy speaker. "You're not an idiot; he has his moments. Don't beat yourself up, you know how he gets. He's probably not thinking straight, just... tell him? The worst he can say is—"

"That I'm like a sister to him? Oh, how delightful. That's even worse than just flat out admitting I'm unattractive."

"You're not unattractive, don't do that."

"I am to him," you groan.

"Hey," she hums after a beat of crackling silence. You close your eyes and grip the sickly yellow receiver a little tighter.

"I really like him."

"I know."

"And it sucks."

"I know." The other end rustles and you let out a curt sigh just as you move to stand. "I love you, and I'm here for you. Especially when dumb boys make you feel like shit. You'll always be the most amazing and most beautiful girl in my life, don't forget that."

"Thank you. I'll see you, Robs."

"Take it easy."

—

Steve wakes up to an ache in his neck and a soreness in his knuckles. You didn't call him last night. And he's assuming you didn't call him before school this morning because his alarm clock flashes eleven, first period starts at eight-thirty, and the tone his ancient landline emits is shrill enough to deafen a man. Let alone wake him up in a cold sweat. He concocts a sick feeling in his stomach of burnt orange shame and maroon guilt because he has to wait until closing shift tonight to explain himself to you.

But by then, he's feeling spiteful. You weren't home when he went to pick you up and he waited ten minutes and knocked on the door in bulk. Until someone who was not you answered and told him that you'd gotten a ride with some jerk from the Hawkins High football team. That's not how it was originally said, but that's how he heard it. So you're avoiding him? It makes him spit up a little in his mouth, and he's going about twenty over the speed limit the entire way to make it on time.

By the time he can fling open the glass door and hear the sound of the tiny bell, he spots you in the back corner with a stack of tapes under your arm. Listening to music. To drown him out. And it makes him frown. Six hours. That's how long he'd have to endure this, then he could go home and not call you and not be able to sleep.

The casette in your Walkman can only run for so long, right? But he watches you rewind it after an hour and a half and slumps against the front desk when you grab a new stack of tapes from behind him. He simmers down after the first half of the shift, and of course, the fact that you won't talk to him rubs him the wrong way, but what's even worse is that now you're bumming rides off of losers on the worst football team in all of Indiana.

He gets worked up thinking about that guy's motivation and how many times he probably tried to make a pass at you. Steve would never do that to you. Even if he wanted to, he's a gentleman at heart. He could beat that jerk to a pulp just imagining him giving you the look. God forbid that sucker puts his hands on you. Steve would get charged with battery before ever letting that happen.

It's not like he can say anything to you about it either. He's pissed, and he knows himself. He'd get all angry and confrontational, and you deserve better than that. It's his fault you got there first, and it's his fault you got to stocking, and it's his fault you're tuning him out. But he didn't think what he said last night would be worth all that trouble.

"If you keep up the optic blast, I'm gonna buy you a ruby-quartz visored monocle." And that droning voice could only belong to one overbearing manager.

"What do you need, Keith?" Steve grumbles, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches you looking to the front of the store to watch the encounter with a smirk.

"Duty calls, Harrington. Corporate sent us more shelf space. Need someone to unload it into the office," Keith murmurs, shooting a glance your way, "And, uh... it's kind of unwieldy, so get the kid to help you out."

It makes Steve's eye twitch because you're not some kid. And if you heard Keith refer to you as such, you'd unleash a fleet of curses on him. Only Steve is allowed to call you that. Because it's funny, duh. You're a year younger than him, obviously he's going to use that to his comedic advantage. Oh.

He lets out a sigh—"alright"—and leaves Keith to man the front while he skirts to the back of the store and leads you by the hand through the office.

"'The Hell, Harrington?" you hiss, but you keep your fingers locked between Steve's, abandoning the rest of the tapes on Keith's desk and jogging to catch up with his stride. As forward and demanding as his grip may be, you have to admit, the warmth of his palm is comforting and it makes your heart race because you've never held hands with Steve before. And in any other circumstance, you might've been able to enjoy it a little more.

"Keith told me to tell you that you have to help me bring a shelf in from the truck."

"Oh, I have to?" you bark, now pulling your hand away and putting your headphones around your neck once you exit through the back door with him. "And you didn't think to give me a warning before yanking on my arm?"

"Yes, you have to, and maybe if you weren't listening to that shit so loud, you would've been in the loop." It comes out far more harsh than he intended, and that was exactly what he was afraid of happening in a confrontation with you. His brow softens, and the tension in his upper back and jaw dissipates into his own self-pity party. "And I didn't yank on your arm. Or at least I didn't mean to, so I'm sorry for that much."

Steve hops up into the truck and offers you a hand you don't take as much as you both wish you would have. Because he looks like a kicked puppy, and you have to stop yourself from cheering yourself on. Maybe this will be your first literal step towards getting over him. Once and for all.

After about fifteen minutes of heaving and ho-ing, the two of you manage to haul the shelf into the office as per Keith's request. He was right: it was unwieldy. The awkward grip spots caused a lot of overlap, and you both flinched away from the physical contact in a matter of milliseconds. But Steve couldn't deny he felt bad, and you couldn't deny that you definitely still had feelings for him.

You grab your previously abandoned stack of tapes to scurry out of the office, but Steve stops you by the elbow. And you glare back at him.

"Sorry. The... yanking, I know"—he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down—"Look, I'm not entirely sure what happened last night in the car, but it clearly made you uncomfortable, and I'd like to apologize."

He can see the neurons firing when he looks you in the eye, but he can also see that his apology wasn't effective in the slightest. Because you're still anger-ridden and fuming at him. You put your headphones on and go back to restocking shelves.

He checks the digital clock above the door. Two hours till eleven. Great.

And they creep by like refrigerated molasses. Second by second. Every time he glances at the clock, only a minute has passed. Eventually, though, he starts cleaning up for closing: vacuuming, cleaning the windows, fixing the display. And he finds himself getting a little more efficient at checking tapes back in and rewinding them only so you'll cruise by the front—scowling at him, but nonetheless at him—to grab a new stack and shelf it.

Five minutes to closing and a sleek, blue sedan pulls into the parking lot, and you practically beam at it, grinning and skipping to the front. You grab your bag from under the counter next to Steve's hip and shove your Walkman into it.

"You know, my car works perfectly fine," he grumbles, "don't have to replace me with some football jerk." He knows that struck a nerve because your smile immediately flickers away into a squint.

"That football jerk is bilingual, a painter, and lets me listen to the music I like in his car."

"But that's not the rules," he whines, desperately defending himself against some sports guy who's probably taking advantage of you.

"Well, I like him and he's nice to me." You sling your bag over your shoulder triumphantly, marching towards the door.

Steve is aghast at the implication. He thought you liked listening to the radio. Plus he took Spanish and art for the required two years, it's not that great of an achievement.

Still, he sputters out, "Yeah, well—"

You wave over your shoulder. "Later, Steve."

Since when did he become such a loser.

He watches jerk-face open the car door for you then glance over to wave at him with a perfect smile and perfect hair and perfect manners. What an asshole. Steve does not wave back.

—

"That's the kinda guy she likes?" he fusses into the phone, palming his face while Robin chuckles on the other line. This whole time he thought for sure you liked the self-assured, cocky, college-age boy type. And now you're dating a high schooler. Come on, jerk-face is not even that good looking.

"First of all, they're not dating. Second of all, don't lie to make yourself feel better; even I can admit he's basically a Greek god," Robin says, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Third... why do you care? You’re acting like it’s your job to protect her, but it’s not. She’s an adult now, you know, she can take her of herself.”

He lets out a puff of air through his nose, blinking hard and leaning into the pale yellow receiver. Then mumbling: "She told you."

And she replies, cheerily: "Yup."

"Well—! I just... don't want to see her get hurt. I know that type of guy. I used to be that type of guy. He's bad news, I can tell."

"Right,” Robin scoffs, “It's definitely not because you love her.”

"I don't love her. She's just a baby, and we don't even like the same things. It would never work out between us, there's no connection." They both know it’s a lame excuse, but it’s worked up until this moment. It’s worked since the day you met. You’re too young, the end. Sure, you can be cute sometimes, but you’re also a pain in the ass and you two could never get along long enough to stitch together a real relationship.

But Robin sees through all of that shit. And she’s over it.

“Okay, maybe, but she listens when you talk about cars, and you buy the albums she likes even when she only mentions them once. Plus, you both love Dustin like he's an extra limb”—she’s right, you love that kid to death and Lord knows Steve looks after him like a son—“I think as much as you wretch and complain over her being too young and the connection not 'being there', it seems like you try an awful lot to get her to like you."

He immediately rejects the idea with a scoff.

"Of course I’d want a cool person to like me, old fuckin’ habits die hard. But that's all. She's cool and has a good sense of style and tells the best jokes and makes me feel smart and listens to me, and right now I'm feeling pretty crazy because maybe I do love her and I blew it because... because? Because I don’t know why—but she's probably sitting in some jerk's car listening to her favorite songs and watching him paint the sunset while speaking Spanish or whatever."

Robin closes her eyes, and Steve’s annoyed by the fact that he can hear her smirking. "Jesus Christ, I need to start charging you idiots for my time"—and she sighs—"Just... tell her all that cheese. And maybe throw in an apology or two. I don't know, do what you usually do when you pick up girls.”

He’s frustrated. And annoyed. But he throws a thanks at her anyway and stomps down the stairs and to his beamer. It’s not until he’s shrouded in the piercing light of the convenience store that he realizes three things: he’s still in his work uniform, it’s midnight, and he’s pretty sure he does love you. He grabs a bouquet, not even realizing it’s a bouquet of amaryllis and baby’s breath—he’d prefer roses, but ‘tis not the season, as the cashier told him.

Minutes later, he’s muttering under his breath like he’s mad, waiting for someone to answer your door. And thank God you do.

“Steve—?”

“Oh, shit, did I—were you—?”

“Oh, no, I was just…”—thinking about him—“nothin’. What’re you doing here?”

He pushes a furious hand through his hair, then tucks a chunk behind his ear, worrying at his bottom lip. More nervous than he’s been in his whole life. Then he flashes those soft brown eyes at you, and you’re toast. You step onto your doormat and shut the door behind you because he starts into his sentence like a blazing fire:

"I feel so stupid, and I’m sorry for saying you're like a little sister to me; I don’t believe that, and it couldn’t be further from the truth. You're not like a sister to me, you're like the only thing that matters and I feel like I wanna learn another language for you and take a cooking class for you and listen to your music with you. I just, I mean I’m trying to say you make me want to be a better person, and I feel like I’m already a better person whenever I’m around you. I... what I’m saying—and I promise I’m getting to it—is that I’m sorry for being so stupid and not seeing it before, but I think you're beautiful and I'd be honored if you'd forgive me and maybe consider letting me take you out sometime. Like on a date."

He’s breathing heavily, looking and feeling manic, and your eyes are wide as you slowly process his confession. It goes down like sweet wine, floral down your throat and settling in your tummy like candy. But still: what the fuck? Is he insane? Are you insane?

His hair is flopped to one side, and his work vest is snug around his shoulders. You step forward slowly, and the creases in his forehead seem to go smooth. And you point to the bouquet.

“For me?”

Steve glances down. "Oh, yeah, got em for you. Sorry they're not roses, it's not—"

"I love them, thank you."

He nods. And you smile. And despite how beautiful the soft pink and white flowers are, you’re not particularly focused on their safety when you hook your arms beneath his and rope him into a hug. It’s clearly just what he needed when he goes pliant and heavy against your chest, smiling into your neck as his hands wrap over your shoulders.

"I think we might both be stupid,” you whisper.

He chuckles. "Yup. Just a couple of stupids. Geez, what kinda pair are we?" You both pull away. Only to look at each other squarely. To see a smile creep and creep across the other’s face. And he cocks a brow and says, "By the way, worst twenty-four hours of my life—"

And that’s saying something after the last three years.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Steve, I was just so—"

"I know."

"So confused and disappointed, it was—"

"Torture, yeah, don't even think about doing that ever again,” he teases, pinching your side and scrunching his nose when you pinch him back.

"Yeah. Well, never tell me I’m like a little sister to you ever again.”

Gross.

"I don't plan on it"

With the slow bat of your lashes, and the tender curve of your lips, he can’t not think about kissing you. Not in this light. Not under the meddling moon, and not holding your waist like cupping pools of honey.

Then you look away. For all the shit you talk, he manages to make you far more shy than he ever anticipates. And it gives him butterflies to see you duck away.

"You know, I think you're pretty beautiful yourself, Harrington.”

Oh, he’s blushing now. The blood gushes hot to his face, he could sweat buckets right here and now. You can probably hear his heartbeat. Jesus Christ, what’ve you done to him? You can tell he’s nervous when he chuckles softly. "Does this mean I can start giving you rides again?"

You pretend to weigh your options. As if there would ever be a better alternative. "Only if you let me play my music sometimes.”

"Absolutely. I never liked the radio much anyway."

You let go of him only to cradle your bouquet in both hands, admiring the petals while Steve puts his hands back in his pockets.

"Then I'll see you later," he says. Grinning ear to ear, mind you.

"Yeah,” you coo, “I’ll see you."

With one hand on his shoulder, you plant a kiss on his willing cheek and let him go. But before he can make it to his car you holler, “Wait!” and he jogs back over to you.

"Did I forget somethin’?"

“Yeah,” you poke, "you forgot about our date."

He tilts his head a little, brows furrowed. "Our... our date? What do you mean our… Ohhhh”—he nods in understanding, suddenly hit with a wave of excitement and embarrassment—"Does tomorrow work? We could grab lunch or dinner or something and maybe stop by the arcade or—oh, the fair's in town, that could be kinda fun, unless you don't want to, I mean—"

"Steve?" you hum.

“Mhm?”

"I'd love to."

And suddenly his ego is miles through the roof; he's nodding and grinning and it’s like he can’t wait to wake up tomorrow just to see you again.

"Me too. Okay. Yeah! I'll see you then."

"Bye, Stevie.” You give him a small wave, and the shroud of plastic around the bouquet crinkles like the corners of his eyes at the idea of tomorrow.

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#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #unrequited crush #stranger things #x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #fluff #steve harrington #st4 #stranger things 4 #x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #angst #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers

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strawberries-and-summer-days · 4 months

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WE'RE... WHAT?? ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

| au masterlist ☽

summary:

warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: part two of the series is out! im procrastinating the shit out of all my other requests so im not ignoring any of you btw!! lets all collectively ignore the fact that gracie like a post that has a lyric from her song (also damn im really just smashing out these fics)

"y/n has officially flitted off to boston!" clarisse announces suddenly from chris's lap.

"huh?" grover's head snaps up. "what do you mean?"

"y/n l/n, she's come to boston for her concerts," clarisse says showing her phone screen.

"you have got to be shitting me," chris says. "this is going to end terribly. seriously? here? boston? percy's gonna shit himself."

"oh really why would you think that?" clarisse drawls. "it's not like they don't like each other, they're like besties!"

"and y'know to make things worse y/n's setlist has been posted for months so we legit could've avoided her," chris sighs.

"yeah well, next time you see percy and he comes home grumbling about a business meeting in boston you deal with it then," grover argues.

"okay all of you shut it, percy's coming inside with luke so shhh," clarisse snaps.

"shh about what?" luke asks settling down on the couch next to grover.

"you'll never believe who's in boston!" grover sing songs. it doesn't take luke very long to work out who and his eyes widen in realisation

"no."

"yes."

"well shit."

"yep."

"we're in for a show."

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percyjackson hello boston! one non-reschedulable meeting later and here we are...

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underovergrover i expect full compensation for making those pizzas WHICH YOU TOOK CREDIT FOR

percyjackson YOU DID NOT! I MADE HALF OF THOSE - MINE WERE BETTER

clarisse.la.rue no they weren't

percyjackson 🖕🏼

user1 ugh im in love

user2 omggg he's in boston!! so is y/n l/n!! are they following each other around?

user3 PLS I WOULD DIE MAKE THIS A THING

user4 i wonder if he's going to a concert here?? 😏

user5 does anyone else find it weird how his entire friend group follows him around?? no just me? they're just a huge freak show

user6 booooo we dont like haters here

user7 y/n l/n and percy neeeeed to happen rnnnn

user8 YES YES YES

lukecastellan im so ready to be done with this shit and go home

theannabethchase aww is someone feeling homesick?

lukecastellan yes obviously

user8 i. love. him.

☾. ⋅

"see i told you this would happen!" grover screeches, running away from percy who is threatening to castrate him if he doesn't get his phone back.

"i don't care! just give me the damn thing back!"

percy had groaned for two straight minutes when he found out that y/n was in boston this weekend - he had also face planted onto the couch and used some extremely obscene words.

"if it helps at least you'll be leaving on sunday," chris had offered in the midst of his crisis. it didn't help.

so now when grover trips over a fallen pillow - which may or may not be from percy's tantrum but we don't talk about that - and percy wrenches the phone from him a loud - and might grover add overtly girly - scream.

"WHAT THE FUCK? NO! NO NO NO NO!"

his screen is on the article grover had opened with really poorly photoshopped images of percy and y/n walking together. every gossip site/blog has swarmed the photos and circulated them sending the internet into a spiral.

"im fucking done with this grover," percy groans flopping onto the couch. "its a good thing we're leaving tomorrow - we'll be back in new york thats a huge ass city i wont see y/n there again and i can just go into hibernation, let all the rumours die down and be done with this whole shit show."

if only right....

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yn.official

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yn.official feel like maybe i might go to boston! you were the best audience and im honoured to have performed for you these past two nights! heading home now to rest and recharge for the final shows in new york

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lia.mandel yayy you're finally coming home i missed you 🥺

yn.official bitch please its been like a week

lia.mandel and every second of it has been torture

user1 MOTHERRRR

user2 i think i nearly fainted when she came up on stage i was so happy i coulda died right then-

user3 the lyric makes me so happyyy

user4 ikrr y/n is like the queen of lyrics and the way she sneakily adds them into her posts 🤭

user5 WERE YOU WITH PERCY JACKSON THIS WEEKEND?? 🤨 I NEED TO KNOW

user6 y/n and percy are my dream celebrity ship

user7 they'd be the biggest power couple in history

user8 can you hard launch with percy plss?? i dont care if its fake i just need content to feed my delusions!

☾. ⋅

lia's soft snores fill the plane aggravating the hell out of you. usually you'd find the way she curled up in a ball underneath a blanket and snored quietly to be adorable. but since you're tired, just finished performing a concert and there's a problem with the jet, its grating on your nerves.

you had also been scrolling on twitter, instagram and pinterest, curled up underneath a matching blanket urging something to catch your attention while whatever work was being done on the plane happened.

unfortunately for you the thing that did catch your attention was the dozens of very clearly photoshopped pictures of you and percy walking together on a quiet street in boston.

no way in hell thats real. for one; ew and two; percy was only here for the weekend you were here for the week and you would've had no time to go out in between concerts.

eventually you doze off not realising you're in the air until you're ears pop waking you up to lia grinning mischievously.

"what asshole?"

"you're adorable when you wake up, you know that right?"

"yes i know."

"seriously the cutest human on the planet."

"what do you want lia?"

"a gossip podcast has picked up the subject of you and percy jackson. and the host is saying shit about you."

your eyes widen for a moment. "oh my god what? wow its almost as if i don't care!" ypu give lia a blank look. "this happens every three months lia, i do something and people either love it or hate it. thats the way it goes."

"yeah but this is PERCY JACKSON Y/N! he's gorgeousness personified."

"ugh can i go back to sleep? you can fangirl to me tomorrow when im in bed and pretending to listen."

"im offended." she leans over to place a kiss on your head. "but sleep tight babes, we land in like forty minutes."

shutting your eyes again you drift back to sleep.

only when you wake up do you realise you dreamed of percy...

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NON-MAGIC AU JAMES POTTER AND A FEM!READER WHO IS NERVOUS ABOUT THE GYM

Ask: hi hon! i saw your request were open and i was wondering if you could write about james with a reader who has a hard time with going to the gym and he's super patient with her and kinda helps her develop a healthy relationship with the gym? i totally understand if you don’t want to!! have a wonderful day hon and stay safe and hydrated 💐

~ this was such an adorable idea that i wanted to write something even if only in headcanon form! i hope you don't mind, lovie! thank you sm for requesting 🫶 ~

• James is so very strong! He's an athletic, muscular guy. ARMS FOR DAYS! He doesn't have any problems going to the gym. On the contrary, he loves the gym. It's his happy place and he's also made loads of friends there!

• (he makes friends wherever he goes.)

• It isn't until you're maybe 3-4 months into dating that James brings up the dreaded question; "You wanna to go to the gym with me?"

• The first three times he asks, your excuses work on him. "I'm not feeling super well!" - "I have plans with some friends, I'm sorry!" and even, "I'm on my period!" your understanding boyfriend doesn't bat an eye!

• However, James quickly picks up on some very obvious signs that the gym makes you uncomfortable because you'll avoid the topic entirely and become all shifty.

• Naturally, this prompts your mature (usually 😙) boyfriend to plop you down on his bed and have a conversation. When you open up about your insecurities, James listens patiently.

• "Love, why didn't you tell me you were feeling nervous and unsure? I'd never look down on you because you don't feel comfortable with something as trivial as the gym," James says and leans in to kiss your nose, his hand rubbing soothing circles over your thigh.

• "Really?" you ask, your tone small and he nods.

• "Really," he assures you.

• A few weeks later James had forgotten his water bottle at home, so being the good girlfriend you are, you bring it to him. When you see the gym James uses and realize it's very calm and everyone seems friendly, you gather the courage to ask James if you can accompany him next time.

• He's overjoyed! "Of course we can go, darling, I'll be with you the entire time! Okay?"

• When you go, you're still nervous and James can tell. He can always tell. He holds your hand, tightens your ponytail/pushes hair behind your ear (depending on hair length), and then kisses you.

• "I'm right here with you, darling. I'll show you how all the machine's work and be with you the entire time, okay? You don't need to be shy or nervous around me, I promise!" his words are calming and you feel better.

• You go try the machines that interest you and James helps you understand them by showing you. He's sooo patient with you, watching you with kind eyes as you try them out.

• "Don't forget to drink, lovely," he says, handing you your water bottle.

• If you run into any of his gym friends, you realize he's been gushing on and on about you. His friends all LOVE you instantly. Now you have even more people to help/watch over you which makes you feel safe!

• When you finish up, you're shy. "James?"

• "Yes, baby?" he says, walking back to the car with your gym bag (which he'd carefully prepared for you) and his slung over his arm. He wanted you to have your own so you could feel independent. He's considerate like that 😏

• "I might wanna go again. Make this a weekly thing? Once a week I could come with you?"

• James takes your hand and stop you from walking. He kisses both of your hands and looks into your hands. "I'd love to make this a weekly thing. Well take it slow, no need to rush, and soon I promise you'll feel better about the gym. I'm so proud of you!"

• HE ENDLESSLY PRAISES YOU AND REMINDS YOU HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU AND HOW WELL YOU DID!

• James just loves sharing the things he loves with the people he loves, so your newfound interest in the gym makes him so happy!

• It doesn't take long for you to also like the gym, especially because James is there.

• He's not always hovering over you once you're used to the machines and the atmosphere. But he's always close! All you need is to look around and you see him somewhere!

• He also packs an extra shirt in his gym bag for you in case you become insecure (he doesn't tell you because he doesn't want to promote the feeling, just ease it if it happens 😊)

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captainreecejames · 6 months

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Still Me Here - LN 4 smau

author's note : This has been sitting in the drafts for a while (lol) but I'm really happy with this one so I hope you all enjoy it!

summary : the world reacts to a hit album by yn ln, and also theorizes that it's about a certain mclaren driver

pairing : lando norris x EX!fem!reader

faceclaim : maisie peters

June 2023

liked by lilymhe and charlottesiine others

ynusername the good witch is finally out!! I put so much love and pain into this album that I now can share with you. I hope that if you relate to this then you'll find some peace as well because we all deserve that. let me know what your favorites are and what to put on the set list 😉💙

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ynforever AHHH OH MY GODDD FINALLY

ynwitches I've been waiting for this one turn it up

faneditsyn pleaseeeeee history of man has to be on the tour ↳ ynusername oh that one's definitely gonna be on the list ↳ Faneditsyn she responded 😳

lilymhe so far run is my favorite ↳ alexalbon what's that supposed to me ↳ lilymhe sleep with one eye open tonight ↳ ynusername stoopppp 💙💙

landonowins not lily commenting 🫣 ↳ yntruthers now we know who got who in the break up 😭

thegoodwitchyn another no skip album I fear

ynhearts hearing the screaming of her name at the end of the good witch, literal chills

landoyn4ever ynlando stans are gonna be in the trenchs again (it's me)

ynwitches I also don't move on (in my loafers (with a smoothie))

October 2023

liked by ynpartysongs and francescacgomes others

ynusername SURPRISE! The good witch (deluxe) is out now. I had more to give from the moment she dropped in June and I'm happy to share those songs with you now!

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ynforever babe wake up new yn songs just dropped!!

ynwithasmoothie now why'd you drop this after our show ↳ ynusername I promise I'll come back with these!

ynfans3 brb gonna go scream holy revival

ynfans4 lando can't catch a break damn! (do it again)

oliviarodrigo girl you're making me cry over here ↳ ynusername shut up you make me cry too 😭😭

charlottesiine not the guy on a horse ↳ ynusername 🫣🫣😏 ↳ ynfans3 ex's teaming up I see, lando and Charles are going through it

March 2024

liked by ynpartysongs logansargent and others

ynusername MELBOURNE you were amazing. this was an amazing show and I'm so happy that you got to be here. to share this album and these songs with everyone has been a dream come true and it's extra special because so many close friends came out.

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francisca.cgomes girl!!!! It was so wonderful!! ❤️ ↳ ynusername BABE THANK YOU

ynausyfans you have to come back soon!

pierregasly thank you for inviting us! ↳ charles_leclerc we had a lot of fun! ↳ ynusername couldn't forget about my favorite Frenchies (and monagasque)

lilymhe ahhhhhg!!! Hearing you sing history of man live is just life changing ↳ ynusername stoopppp you're so sweet 🫶🏼 ↳ alexalbon thank you for the cake too!

ynhistoryofwitches her bringing out half the grid to sing happy birthday to Alex is just so 🤧🤧 ↳ ynusername had to show love to my good friends

georgerussell63 an amazing show! Love you YN! ↳ carmenmmundt gonna drive him crazy with how much I stream the good witch again ↳ ynusername 🫶🏼🫶🏼 babe I love you

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️ beautiful show YN

oscarpiastri 🧡🧡😏 ↳ landoyn4ever what do you mean?? What do you meannnn???? ↳ ln4eva WAS LANDO THERE ↳ landitonorris OSCAR TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

l4nquadrants DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT LANDO LIKED. IT WENT AWAY BUT I SWEAR I SAW HIS USERNAME ↳ yncomingofage time to go to sleep grandma you're making up stories ↳ alltoomuchlando no I saw it too

maxfewtrell an amazing concert yn! ↳ ynwithasmoothie WHY ARE ALL OF HIS FRIENDS HERE??

#lando norris smau #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x fem!reader #mclaren formula 1 #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #danielle writes

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fandomscompilation · 5 months

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Bonding time with new wife

alexalbon replied to your story

I didn't agree to this!

Jealous much? 😏

lilymhe replied to your story

Put your best dress on, we're going clubbing!

My legs are still killing me, woman..

That's the effect I have 😉

When Y/N agreed to hit the clubs with Lily she didn't picture the whole group to be there. Alex was the one to drive them there and when she got in the car she was met with an excited Lily, and quiet flirty Lando. They met before at the concert where George and Carmen were too. They all met up at the club and slowly Y/N let the music calm her nerves. She was a free woman and this was her comfort place.

They all quickly accepted her in their group like she belonged there, like they knew her for years. And suddenly she wondered why it never happened before. Why her ex never made any attempts at introducing her to this amazing people.

"Y/N! Come dance with us!" Carmen grabbed her hand pulling the girl behind herself and Lily. The boys stayed back looking over their drinks, while the girls had fun on the dancefloor.

"Girl, there's so many people looking at you." Lily giggled into her ear. They glanced around and Y/N could see few of her band's fans around the dancefloor. She smiled lightly trying to look welcoming enough to approach. She loved talking to their fans.

Her eyes scan the club again and her smile fades slowly. There, at the bar she can see him. His eyes on her already, the drink in his hand forgotten. She can see his body slowly turning her way and in a moment of panic she excuses herself to the bathroom.

She pushed through the crowd blindly. Hoping to loose him in the sea of body's and escape where he can't reach her. She was having fun, she was feeling good and here he was, ruining it again.

Some girls leave the bathroom when she comes in panting lightly. Y/N leans her body over the sink trying to calm her breath. Someone comes out the stall and stands next to her. She doesn't look up until the perfume hit her. Her body tenses and when she snaps her gaze to the girl beside, it's her.

"Hi." The girl smiles unsure of the situation. Of course she knows who Y/N is. And Y/N knows who's standing beside her. It seems she ran away from one nightmare to step right into hell.

"Fuck off." She grumbles but before she can escape again the girl speaks up again.

"What is wrong with you?" She shouts making Y/N turn around with a glare.

"How dare you?! You're asking me what's wrong with me, when you're the one that fucked up my relationship?!" She explodes with the anger and hatred she feels toward the girl that crushed her dreams.

"You weren't together!" The response makes Y/N stumble back in disbelief. They weren't? That's what she thought? Is that what he said?

"Wow.. I hope he breaks your heart the same way he did mine. Maybe then you'll learn how much of a jerk he truly is." Y/N shakes her head walking out. She bumps into him just outside the bathroom and she can tell the angry spark that light up his eyes. But before he can utter a word she's in the crowd, back to her friends, back to drinks and music.

She forgets herself in the beat. Her body flows with the music and soon she's laughing with the group. She dances with the girls and then she's paired with Lando while the pairs dance together. And she's feeling good. She's feeling hot with the way his eyes burn her skin, but this time she enjoys the warmth.

#fanfiction #writing #fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 driver x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader

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eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r · 6 months

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WELL I WAS PLANNING ON PLAYING CELESTE THIS EVENING BUT INSTEAD I WILL NOW DEVOTE IT ENTIRELY TO INDULGING MY HYPERFIXATION

IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR A PORKY POST

Are Ness and Porky Friends...?

Let's talk about that 😏

First things first, I think this single moment from the beginning of the game is by FAR the most important thing to consider when thinking about how Ness and Porky's relationship is presented to us

Right at the start, when you make your way up to the meteorite, you will encounter the cops and their blockade This also serves as our first introduction to our wonderful neighbor, Porky Minch, who is currently making a nuisance of himself trying to get up to the meteorite, much to the cops' chagrin

One of the cops asks if we could help deal with Porky, and asks this vital question:

What's Ness's answer? Yes!

...or no.

I cannot understate how obsessed with this I am. Ness can't say whether or not Porky is really his friend. This is something he's unable to answer on his own. I really think this is a fantastic way to introduce Porky to the player. If he is Ness's friend... it doesn't seem like he's a very good one.

Now shortly after this, Porky begs for Ness's help in finding Picky. We get a pretty good look at Porky's character here. He's obnoxious, rude, doesn't take responsibility for his actions, and above all is pretty meek and cowardly. Now, I think some people go a little far in interpreting him as "bad" here. Porky's undeniably a jerk even now, but he's still just a kid, and a pretty pathetic one at that. If you look on the Earthbound wiki, you'll see that his age is listed as 14. As far as I'm aware, this only has one source, being Saori Kumi's Earthbound novelization. If you know even the slightest thing about this book, you will understand how ludicrous it is to use this as a source. Porky's age is never specified ingame, but I think his overall presentation implies that he should be the same age as Ness. It's fairly well-known that Ness's age is given as 13 in the American guide, but 12 in Japanese. 12 is also the age given in, again, Saori Kumi's novelization, unfortunately I don't know if this is stated elsewhere. It can also be noted that Shigesato Itoi has actually said he never thought of a specific age for Ness, just that he had his daughter in mind who at this time was in grade 4 or 5. So this gives us a range that could be as old as 13 or as young as 9. Personally, I skew toward 11-12 for how I envision the characters. In any case, Porky's clearly very young, so you really have to keep that in mind when considering... kinda everything about him, actually. But in this instance, it really contextualizes the stuff he says. For example, if you say no to him when he asks for your help, he threatens to "say something that'll cut you like a knife." I think it's silly to take this seriously (i've even heard someone describe it as Porky blackmailing Ness). He's clearly just gonna call Ness some mean name or something. ...Except he doesn't. Say no to him again, and he'll immediately deflate.

Porky is in no way a bully. He's annoying, but he's pretty lousy at being intimidating. Instead, his favorite way of getting what he wants is to appeal to others' sympathy. He's relying on Ness to help him by virtue of being "his bestest friend." Or think of his actions in battle: smiling insincerely, apologizing profusely, pretending to cry. He plays up being a sweet innocent kid whenever he's in trouble.

So, I think the picture we've painted is of a kid who's sort of a jerk, and tricks others to get what he wants. It becomes pretty clear why Ness isn't sure if he can really call Porky his friend.

...But what about Porky's side? Is he really only pretending to like Ness for his own gain, or are his own feelings much more complicated?

First off, just some minor things. While Porky leaves a pretty bad, if not altogether inaccurate first impression, there's a few things in his dialogue that speak to him thinking of Ness as more than just 'that loser who thinks we're friends.'

He promises that he'll tell Ness all about the meteorite in the morning. Probably this'd be in his typically boastful Porky-fashion, but even so, this shows that he wants to share things with Ness.

It's easy to miss because most people playing Earthbound have played A Video Game's before, and also tend not to ignore directions the game is clearly telegraphing, but Porky will actually give you advice if you're not properly prepared.

If you don't grab the Cracked Bat:

You're not taking anything on our big adventure? Why don't you look around for your Cracked bat or something?

Taking the bat but not equipping it:

Sorry about giving you this game-type advice, but you should equip your weapon! Do you know what "equip" means?

Yes:

Okay, that's good. Be sure to pay attention to details like that.

No:

It means "use" or "wear." You must equip items in order to use or wear them. "Equip" is used a lot in games like this, but you already knew that...

Finally, not answering your dad:

The phone is ringing! Answer it! At my house, my dad gets bent if I don't get the phone... within the first three rings!

These aren't anything groundbreaking, but they do show how Porky acts with Ness in casual contexts, plus how the game presents Porky surprisingly neutrally in the beginning, rather than just immediately telegraphing him as the villain. Also, nobody's seen these so hey, some obscure trivia for you.

Finally, Porky's reaction to hearing the prophecy is pretty telling of the kind of character Porky is pre-Giygas. He just talks about how much trouble Ness is in now, how he hopes he doesn't have to come, and how freaked out he is. I think this sums him up pretty well. He's the meek comic-relief friend character. Sniff from Moomin, for example. Or go watch Monster House, because Chowder is literally exactly Porky.

But none of that is super juicy. Let's dive into something juicy. This little bit murdered my brother when we got to it in our playthrough.

A quick detour to Magicant...

Ness... I envy you. You have all the luck. I have no luck. Ness... well, okay... Let's be friends forever, alright?

still hurts

Yeah so first off, I think this totally clears up Ness's feelings towards Porky. He can't say if they're really friends... But he WANTS them to be.

This is Ness's vision of Porky, the Porky he used to know before Giygas corrupted him, and the one he wishes was still around.

But even if this is just a manifestation of Ness's consciousness, I think it also gives us a look into Porky's inner self. This is what Ness sees in Porky, the confession that Porky is too insecure to say out loud. He hides it behind all his boasting and rudeness, but he really, really wants to keep his friendship with Ness.

Well.

If only.

Let's get to MOTHER 3.

This game gives us SO much more of Porky's character, and it's all sooooo deep. I cannot understate how much I hate seeing Porky reduced to 'that Eric Cartman kid who is an absolutely irredeemable suchnsuch.' King P is the culmination of a lot of aspects of Porky's character arc (you think this post is long, it's only the first of many more...), but one of the most prominent aspects is his unbelievably, painful, PATHETIC loneliness. This kid... man... is so desperate for a friend after he left the only person who ever wanted to connect with him that he literally brainwashes a whole city's worth of people into loving him.

And of course that's not enough, because all he wants is his next-door neighbor, his good buddy, his bestest friend Ness.

In closing, are Ness and Porky friends? It's complicated. Both clearly, desperately want to be. They have a history, they know each other intimately, by Itoi's own words they literally grew up playing together. But, for a number of reasons (that I've thought all too much about...), Porky just can't help but make it difficult. I'd sum it up by listening to the song that plays during Earthbound's cast credits. In the end, there are good friends, and...

#earthbound #mother 3 #mother series #porky minch #pokey minch #ness earthbound #emilyramblings #and holy fudge do i ramble #i just cannot shut up when it comes to porky minch #and there's so much i still need to talk about...

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Sorry this took so long...

It Feels So Right (how can it be wrong?): Part 3

A/N: Again, I apologize that this took a million years. I didn't intend for this to end up with 4 parts, but here we are. So this is not the last part, but I think y'all will enjoy this one. 😏

Need to catch up? Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ absolutely minors DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex (69, m & f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~2.5k

Elvis and Austin look at each other and bust out laughing. When they stop, Austin sighs and Elvis clicks his tongue. Elvis speaks first.

"Man, she's somethin' else."

"You got that right."

"I guess we better figure it out."

"I guess so..."

******

The arrangement that they come up with is every other weekend and weeknights by your request. You laugh a little at first at the "custody" arrangement they've developed, but to your surprise, it seems to work out pretty well. Shockingly, you don't find yourself missing one or the other. You also don't find yourself preferring one or the other and that worries you. How long can this continue? And what if you want to choose Elvis?

Austin picks up on your concern and tries to address it one night after a movie.

"Baby, you seem conflicted?"

"No, I'm fine." You lie, snuggling into his shoulder as you walk back to his place.

"You're wondering what happens if you decide you want Elvis."

"How did you-"

"I've been thinking about it a lot."

"And?"

"And I don't know. It's not like you could be with him permanently. Not in my body."

"Yeah..." You look down at your feet. You really don't have a choice. It's Austin. Elvis can't possibly be a real option.

"Hey." Austin turns and tips your chin up to him. "Let's just go to Graceland this weekend. We'll figure it out later."

You nod and continue to make your way back to his place. This weekend, the production company is flying both of you to Memphis. They want to do a photoshoot of Austin at Graceland and he made sure you have a ticket. You're excited, but nervous. The longer this goes on, you wish you could see and feel Elvis on his own without Austin, but you also know this probably isn't possible.

Elvis has been trying really hard not to watch your dates with Austin. He wants to give you space, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't worry about the two of you falling in love and leaving him alone again. He knows he's at a significant disadvantage, being dead, but some part of him still holds onto some kind of vague hope that you'll pick him, even though he has no idea how that would work.

When you land in Memphis, he watches from afar as Austin takes your hand in his and leads you to the car. Maybe he should just let you two be together.

******

You stand in front of Graceland in awe. It's even more beautiful than you imagined. Austin sees Elvis on the porch and nods to him gently.

"Are you ready for your tour?" Austin turns to the people who are ready to lead him through the house.

"Actually I'd like to go in alone."

"Alone?"

"Well, me and her. But I want to try to connect with Elvis's spirit. Can I?" They look between each other trying to decide if that would be okay.

"Don't go upstairs."

"I would never." The powers that be nod to him, agreeing that he can go inside with you alone. He's been nothing but respectful of Elvis's legacy. There's no reason not to trust him in the house. They open the front door and Elvis slips inside as the two of you walk into the foyer. As the door closes behind you, you look around the house. When you get to the dining room, you gasp and put your hand on your heart.

You can see him.

"Elvis?!" He looks at you and then at Austin, who puts his hand on the small of your back.

"Can you see him?"

"Yes! I can!" Elvis looks between you excitedly.

"You can see me?"

"And hear you! Why do you look like it's 1970?" Elvis walks over to you and looks down into your eyes.

"Why not? I can pick how I look. I picked this. You want me to change? I can."

"No! This is perfect." He reaches out like he's going to touch your face and then stops. You close your eyes, begging God to be able to feel his touch. He lifts his hand again and gently lays his palm on your cheek. You gasp.

"I can feel you! How-?"

"I don't know and I don't care." He leans in and presses his lips to yours. He might as well be alive with how real he feels to you right now.

Austin looks up at the ceiling as Elvis kisses you sweetly at first and then with more passion. For the first time, he knows what it must feel like for Elvis to watch you be with him. It's not good, that's for sure.

Elvis wraps his arms around you and pulls your body in close to his. The kiss deepens, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You feel his growing erection as he rolls his hips and presses it against you.

"You... do you think we could...?"

"I don't see why not. You can see me and hear me and feel me... would make sense that you would be able to feel... all of me..." His eyes sparkle with excitement and a kind of hunger. The thought of making love to you in his own body is intoxicating.

Austin clears his throat to remind you of his presence. You both turn to look at him surprised he's still there.

"I can't leave without her, so I guess I'll just..." He looks around awkwardly like he's trying to find a place to go so he can leave the two of you alone. Elvis turns back to you, but speaks to Austin.

"We'll go downstairs. You stay here." Austin nods and swallows the lump in his throat as Elvis takes your hand and guides you down the mirror staircase. You both step over the ropes into the tv room and settle on the blue couch facing each other. He reaches out and runs his fingertips down your cheek gently.

"Doll, this is... I can feel the warmth of your skin. I don't know how this is possible, but I really don't care."

"Me neither... I just-" He cuts you off by kissing you again passionately. His kisses a trail down your cheek to your neck and you moan softly. He whispers against your skin.

"I don't know how long you'll be able to see me. I don't want to waste it."

"Me neither..." You crawl onto his lap, straddling him and his hands go to your hips. He rolls them forward against himself where he's fully hard now. When he looks down, he can see your panties as they peek out from under the skirt that you've pushed up to sit on him. He groans and moves his thumb to your center, feeling how wet you are.

"Doll, you sure you wanna try this?"

"Absolutely."

"Just, my body is different than Austin's."

"I know. That's why I want to do this. I want to feel you. Not him. At least once before-" You stop yourself before the lump in your throat turns to full-on tears. He puts his big, warm hand on the side of your face and you lean into his touch.

"Baby, let's not think about the future. Let's just focus on what we have right now. It's just you and me." You nod and he pulls you into another kiss. His lips are so soft and his tongue is so skilled. You can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have his mouth in other places. He kisses you with every ounce of passion in his body, so desperately glad to be able to do it. You back off of him and stand up, pulling your shirt over your head. He watches in awe as you strip off the rest of your clothes, adjusting his pants.

"You should just take them off." You whisper seductively.

"Oh, doll, I don't know..." He suddenly gets very self-conscious thinking about how he looks naked compared to Austin. You pull on his hands until he's standing in front of you. He's dying to reach out and touch every inch of you, but for some reason he doesn't feel like he can. You put one hand on the side of his face and the other on his belt.

"Elvis. I want to see you. You. I want to feel you. Please." He nods slowly and lets you undo his belt. Then, you unbutton his black and white flowered shirt, letting it fall to the floor. You press your lips to his chest, leaving soft kisses on his skin. Your hands go to the zipper on his pants and he puts one hand on yours.

"Doll. I look... different..." You smile and look up at him.

"Elvis, I know you're uncut. It doesn't bother me. In fact, I've been with both and I prefer it this way." He raises his eyebrows quickly.

"You h-have? You do?" You nod. It's not a lie. Your ex from college was uncut and you genuinely enjoyed it. He's so shocked by what you're saying that he forgets to be jealous about the fact that he's not the first man you've ever been with. Besides, he knows you've been with Austin anyway. He moves his hand from yours and lets you unzip his pants and push them down his legs. His cock bounces free as he kicks off his shoes and the rest of his pants. Now, he's as naked as you are and you stand facing each other but not quite touching.

You run your fingertips down the trail of hair that leads from his chest down to his dick and then take him in your hand. He whimpers with the sensation of your touch. You move your hand gently back and forth and he bites his bottom lip.

"Doll, I haven't been touched like this in... so long..."

"Does it feel better in your own body?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes it does." You go to get on your knees in front of him and he stops you. "No, honey, come here."

He lays down on the couch and then tries to guide your hips to his face, but you turn yourself.

"Doll, what're you..." You put a knee on either side of his face and then lean forward and pull his cock into your mouth. "Fuck. Okay."

He wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy to his lips, burying his tongue in your slit. You moan on his dick and he grunts into you. He drags his tongue to your clit and licks over and across it fervently. You slam your hand on the couch and push him as deep in your throat as he'll go. His hips buck up into your mouth and he thrusts into you as he moves his mouth on you. You'd scream in pleasure, but your lips are stuffed full of his cock and all you can do is whimper. He reaches one hand down to grab your breast, gently squeezing and running his thumb over your nipple. You hold his dick with one hand and drag your tongue in a circle on the tip and taste the salty precum that's leaking from him.

"Honey, I wanna make you cum, but I can't focus with what you're doin'. Stop for a bit."

"But daddy, I-"

"No buts, baby. But keep callin' me daddy." You smile and pull off of him, laying your head on his thigh. He goes back to licking your pussy like his life depends on it and your orgasm starts to build in your hips.

"Fuck, daddy, it's so good." You feel him smile against you as he sucks on your clit. He pushes his tongue into your slit again, sliding it in and out for a while as you get so close to cumming that it almost hurts. Then, he moves back to your clit and lets his tongue flick it softly as you whimper and start to shake.

"You wanna cum in daddy's mouth, baby?"

"Fuck, yes I do... oh God..." He dives in fully and moves his tongue against you quickly and deeply. Your orgasm slams into you from every direction, running like lightning in your veins and knocking out the hearing in your left ear. He continues to lap at you as you climax, feeling your clit soften on his tongue as he licks it. "Yes, Elvis!"

Hearing his name on your lips like this makes his cock bounce. As much as he likes to eat you, he's dying to feel you wrapped around him. Seemingly reading his mind, you sit up on his chest catching your breath for a bit before you slide even further down his body and sink onto his cock. He groans as he fills you up and you move on him, pushing him deeper and deeper. He uses both hands to massage your ass as you bounce on him. Then, he surprises even himself and spanks you swiftly and sharply. You yelp and he immediately pulls both hands back.

"I'm sorry!" You stand up off of him and he sighs. Then you turn around, straddle him again, and sit on his dick, letting it slide up inside you again. You grab his face between your thumb and forefinger and make sure he's looking at you.

"Don't you dare apologize. Did you like it, daddy?"

"Yes."

"So did I." You lean forward and kiss him hard. He grabs your hips and starts to thrust into you from underneath. You moan softly as he pounds you, his rhythm becoming more erratic.

"Honey, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good. Cum for baby, daddy." He groans again with how dirty you sound. You've never been like this with Austin's body. Something about him turns you on more than you thought possible. Maybe it's just that you've dreamed about this for so long, so many nights spent with a vibrator or your own fingers against your clit as you whisper his name into the night like a prayer. Whatever it is, he's not complaining. He slams into you more and more powerfully until he just can't stand it anymore.

"Baby, I've gotta cum... oh God, fuck!" He shudders and crashes into you one last time as you feel him throb inside you, shooting you full of his release. Something happens when he cums, but he can't quite put his finger on what it is. Still, he feels different in some way, more alive, more real. His heart beats stronger and his breath comes quicker. You hold him inside you until his body relaxes, leaning forward to press sweet kisses to his chest and neck.

When you sit up, he holds the side of your face in his hand and looks up into your eyes.

"I want you to pick me."

"Elvis... I don't know how-"

"I love you." Your mouth pops open and you're not sure what to say. Well, you know exactly what to say, but it doesn't seem like there's any point to it. Surely, when you leave here, you won't be able to see him anymore and then what? You can't pick him. You know it and he knows it. Still, you hear yourself whisper to him.

"I love you too."

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Until the end...

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering could you write when Suguru and Gojo get baby fever. This is patch hearts Suguru and Gojo by the way. It starts when y/n coworker asked her if she could look his baby for while he gone. Let say a family emergency came up or something and his wife is busy too. While y/n agree to take care of the baby. Both Suguru & Gojo can’t help to fantasies about having their own little one in the house. So the baby go back home and both Gojo & Suguru start asking y/n if she wants one and that when sexy smut time happens😉😏

Baby Fever

Paring: Gojo & Geto x reader

words: 1,4

warnings: smut

summary: You're babysitting a friend's baby, and they can't stop thinking about what you'd look like with their little copies. So they decide to make these babies.

"(y/n), Why a baby?" Satoru asked you, watching you enter the house with a small pink baby carrier with a small sleeping baby inside.

"Huh? Oh, she is my friend's daughter. Neither he nor his wife could stay home with her so they asked me if I could take her for a few hours before they got back." You said as you set the carrier on the floor to rest.

"They will play and you will take care of their child? It's not fair and you know it." Suguru added, standing next to his best friend with his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's not like that!" You said hastily. "Their parents had an accident and were hospitalized. No one knows if they'll be okay."

"Accident? Did they fall off the curb? Come on, we had other plans..." Gojo moaned.

"While they were walking along the sidewalk, a car drove into a group of people, including them." you said seriously.

"It changes things. But that doesn't mean we didn't have other plans."

"Satoru, I'm sorry. It's only a few hours, I promise. Try to think about the positives."

"About the positives?" Geto muttered with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. You can learn how to handle a baby."

"I don't know what you're getting at, honey, but if you want us to learn, it's better on our own children. Although, if you want us to do something wrong, go ahead. We can do it." The dark haired man walked away, returning to his work he was doing.

"Satoru?" You turned to the man standing in front of you. "Are you going to say the same? That you will learn from your children?"

"Noo... I won't say the same. All I can say is that we must first have our children to learn. So if you want to open a baby factory, go to the bedroom. You'll get a place of honor." He gave you a cocky smirk.

Ignoring his advances, you followed the little baby to the living room, where you let the baby sleep.

Once you made sure everything was okay, you went to the bathroom to wash away the rest of your work fatigue.

In front of the child who was on the couch, Gojo was crouching, watching the soft features of the baby's face.

"What are you doing?" Geto asked, entering the living room, and set his mug down on the windowsill as he was about to go out onto the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

"Don't you think a baby with white hair and eyes like mine would look cool?" he asked, watching the baby move slightly.. "Even if it's not my child, it's a good example to imagine what our own would look like."

"I don't believe my ears. This Satoru is thinking about what his child would look like." he laughed, tapping his pack of cigarettes against the windowsill before he pulled one out and held it in his mouth. "I don't think I can smoke around a baby. And you shouldn't look at her with those eyes."

"You smoke quite a bit for you. You shouldn't smoke anyway. It stinks... And besides, what do you have against my eyes?"

"Like how sometimes they look like they're glowing, and you're always looking at (y/n) pleadingly and innocently for her to succumb to something. Small children have quite large eyes, so I don't want to feel watched every time the child is awake."

"I'll ask again, what do you have against my eyes?"

"Nothing. I just don't think I need another you." He said and walked out, opening the balcony door ajar.

"I know you love my eyes!" shouted the white-haired man with a cocky smile.

"Not at all!"

"Yeah, sure! This is love for me!"

Geto came inside for a moment with an angry face.

"I'm only here with you because we're with (y/n)." he growled and walked away.

"Yeah... But I know you still love me, best friend~!" He stuck his tongue out as he continued to joke.

You heard their "fight" and silently laughed.

And as you dressed in your home and comfortable clothes, you left for the living room, knowing that it was probably time to feed your friend's baby.

As soon as you got there, you heard your boys arguing about whose kid was better to talk.

If you had to say, you can't choose. All children would be so very cute with them. A baby looking like them would be so cute.

You took the baby as soon as she opened her eyes and you sat on the couch with her in your arms, handing her a bottle of warm milk.

They disappeared into the kitchen, pretending to prepare something to eat.

In fact, they were both bustling around there, watching you gently feed the baby. They imagined you breastfeeding their babies. Two tiny copies of them that suck the sweet juice out of you as their food.

A bit unfair that your tits will belong to two babies and not them, but they would be able to give it to them for a while.

Because seeing you round with their children would be so wonderful.

You would be so well suited to be the mother of their children.

You are so caring and loving to them, so you would be the same to their children.

Two hours later, where the infant was sleeping, her father came to fetch her. And thanking you, he left.

As you closed the door, two men immediately appeared behind you, with strange smiles.

"(y/n)-chan~, would you like to have a baby at home~?" Suguru asked with a slight smile.

"Mochi~ want one or two~?" Satoru gave you a wide, toothy smile.

"It would be nice to have one. But I'm not sure I'd be good enough as a mother." You said with a small smile.

Their hands appeared on your body.

"Don't worry. You'd be a great mother~." Geto said in your ear, making you tremble as Satoru's hands began to undress you.

You were lying on the bed holding the sheets tightly under you. Your body was in the mating press position. With Suguru's cock digging deep into your pussy, and Satoru's cock fucking your mouth.

Saliva ran down your chin.

Your legs were bent which would have been painful if you hadn't gotten used to being laid that way with these two.

Well, they were serious when they said you would carry their babies. Even the name of this position talks about making babies.

You were surprised that Suguru go first. With Satoru being so jealous sometimes you can't win.

But you knew there was a hidden agenda behind it.

"Aaah... Don't you think it's time to have an even playing field in getting her pregnant?" Satoru asked, sweat trickling down his neck as he moved his hips shallowly, pushing his length into your cheeks.

"You think she's stretched enough already?"

"You were supposed to take care of that. You're the one who has a slightly thicker dick. But that also means your dick is a bit shorter than mine." He chuckled, pulling the tip out of your mouth.

"Are you starting to compare our dicks again? What matters is that it's beyond the endurance of the body (y/n)." He smiled as he looked at your red face covered in saliva and small tears.

"Okay. Pick her up."

Suguru's hands lifted your body, and he pulled his cock out of you.

He sat you down at Satoru's length and placed you on his chest as the white haired man made you relax.

He started inserting the tip into you while massaging your clit.

They both felt they were about to come because of the pressure they felt inside you.

"Suguru, fucking hurry up..." Gojo growled through clenched teeth before throwing his head back, stopping himself from cumming.

Along with your orgasm by touching your clitoris, Geto pushed all the way in with a new wave of your wetness, and they started painting your insides white.

Stirring their sperm in your womb. In such a way that they both had 100% certainty that one of them would definitely be the father of your child.

How they wish it was possible for both of them to be fathers of your children at the same time.

As they pulled out of you, Satoru quickly grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest, and held it like that before Suguru pulled a metal plug out of the cupboard and slowly pushed it into your filled pussy.

"I believe you'll be able to fall asleep with it in you, baby. Because it's to make sure nothing comes out of you, and you'll be lovely round with our kids."

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itsjustaninchident · 1 year

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You Are in Love

Lando Norris x Interior Designer!Reader

socmed au

summary: seems like mclaren's driver is not available in the market anymore but the real question is, to whom?

warning/s: none

author's note: This is a part 2 for this. Didn't expect that much love from the first part😭 I am overwhelmed and thankful for y'all. Also please request more socmed au ideas :)) <333

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F1wagsupdates there has been numerous rumors circulating that a certain driver from the orange team is dating someone. To further confirm a friend of the driver accidentally posted a photo of what seem like a romantic weekend getaway for the lovebirds. How true is it this time?

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user1 I'VE BEEN TELLING Y'ALL THIS

user2 THIS IS DEFINITELY LANDO

user3 why can't you guys leave them alone. I'm sure they would've posted it on their socials if they wanted you all up in their business 🙄

user4 @/user5 pay up! im so right!

user5 NOT UNTIL HE HIMSELF OUTS HIS RELATIONSHIP

user6 I wonder who the girl is ?

user7 probably another model or influencer

user8 ABOUT TIME

user9 I'VE PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THIS

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yourusername romantic weekend getaway they say🫢

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yourbestfriend digging your own grave, i see

yourusername totally not😆

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yourusername I LOVE YOU

lilymhe tell L I'll literally steal you from him!

yourusername no need for that love im all yours!

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yourusername she still prefers me over you 😛

user1 ARIANA (lando) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

user2 what are the other drivers and lily doing here? 👀

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landonorris romantic getaway with my love😉

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user1 oh OH he's brave now!

yourusername romantic indeed 😂

landonorris are u in any type of way feeling romantic?

user2 NOT THEM HAVING AN INSIDE JOKE BEC OF THE POST

user3 THEY'RE SO CUTE WITH THEIR LITTLE INSIDE JOKE😭

user4 god ive seen what you've done to others

user5 idk if i still have any "me n who" i got in me

user6 they're so cute :'))

user7 i think i have an addition to my favorite wags

user8 SHE'S SO GORGEOUS LEAVE HIM QUEEN AND BE WITH ME INSTEAD

user9 although it's out now i hope people will still respect their privacy especially yn's !

lilymhe can't wait to meet you again!

landonorris stop trying to steal my girlfriend!

lilymhe never!

user10 NOT THEM FIGHTING OVER YN😭

maxfewtrell finally!

carlossainz55 tell yn we'll play golf together

landonorris you'll just replace me like that?

carlossainz55 can't help it if she's better than you

landonorris this is hurting me too much

danielricciardo hope to see u both again soon!

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user10 yn being loved by everyone 🥺

user11 the fact that they seem to love yn more than lando now is so funny to me😭

landonorris no one can ever love yn more than me though 😏

user12 HELP HE'S DOWN BAD

user13 IM SO JEALOUS RN😭

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moonrisecoeur · 10 months

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IM BACK CUZ IM MENTALLY UNWELL OK. and yes you’re the best sub Leon writer 😏🥱 and yes I liked it, SITTING ON HIS FACE? 😍🥱

I’m so sorry for blasting ur req box but YOURE AN ACTUALLY GOOD SUB LEON WRITER SO can you blame me? concept: idk why but re4 Leon is so free use coded and so imagine he is on a mission with a new assigned partner but she’s an asshole to him (“fuck off man, I can do it myself, “I don’t need your help”, “you’re too nice and gonna be taken advantage of 😐”, etc. You get the gist) and his goofy ass just tryna be nice and helpful, cuz this is leon we are talking about. But the fun part ⁉️ they have cameras installed in the hideout they are saying at for security purposes. But ofc, Leon always tries to check on reader to make sure she’s ok - even if she’s an asshole to him. AND YK WHAT READER DOES 😭 she’s way too horny and just goes at it, girl got a masturbation problem on god. Every night. One night - wrong time and place - Leon opens his laptop to see the cameras making sure she’s ok AND HELP HE SEES HER … yk. And he feels guilty like he shouldn’t watch but he does anyways. And this goes on for weeks. Until one night he’s sick and tired of her always being so mean and he accidentally lets it slip that he’s been watching her LOL AND SHES LIKE UHM BOY WHAT 🙄⁉️ and he tries to play it off like “I didnt mean to” but like, my brother in Christ… you’ve been watching every night for weeks 🤨 wdym you didn’t mean to? ANYWAYS LONG STORY SHORT SHE PUNISHES HIM AND HEAVYYYY ON THE FREE USE THING. Love you bae 😘

i made a couple minor changes just for convenience :) fem reader she/her pronouns!

also i didn’t write the smex scene IM SORRY but i have been working on this all day and i need to get to other asks but i promise i’ll write some more free use in the future because it’s so smexy

"look, i know you don't like me-"

"oh? really? tell me what you think you know, kennedy," you scowl at him, and though it spooks him just a little, he tries to seem unphased.

he frowns, not hurt by your words but definitely concerned that you'll make a bad partner, "you don't need to be this hostile. we're allies. we're supposed to have each other's backs."

"right..." your voice echos, and leon knows that if it came down to it, you wouldn't protect him, wouldn't save him, would barely help him. he's practically on his own for this mission, just has an extra body with him to shoot at the bad guys.

it hurts, to some degree, because even without knowing you well, and even with you being cold and rude to him, he knows he'd come to your rescue in a heartbeat. something about him feels fond of you, even though in your entire time knowing leon kennedy, you haven't said one nice thing to him.

he thinks that maybe he likes that you've never been nice to him. he doesn't really know what to do with that thought.

leon is proved wrong.

despite the harshness of your words, you come to his rescue, fighting off the villager who almost decapitated him with an axe like both of your lives depend on it (because they do).

he watches you fight nervously, but when you come out on top, aside from the gash wound you take to the hip, he feels his heart skip a beat.

"this is what happens when you hurt my partner," you groan, holding your side, trying to speak through the pain even though leon can see the blood seeping between your fingers.

you whisper something in your victim's ear, something leon can't quite make out, before you kill him. leon wonders what it was briefly. he decides it doesn’t matter.

you both breathe a sigh of relief, but it's short lived as you collapse to the ground. you saved him. you got hurt saving him.

"here, let me help you," he mutters, coming over to you, not even stopping to ask if you want his help because he knows you'll say no, "stop fighting me. you're hurt and i need to patch you up."

the pain is agonizing, but even through gritted teeth and tense breaths, you push through it. he has to commend you a little bit, you're tougher than you look.

but when you try to push his hand away, claiming "i'm fine, kennedy," he sees the struggle in your face, hears the hurt in your voice. his heart seems to stop. he's worried, "i can do it myself, you don't have to- fuck, dude, i don't need your help-."

"-just relax, okay? i got you..”

you don't have the strength to push him away, but you know you shouldn't anyway, so you just slouch back against the wall and try to breathe, "fine, just fuckin... hurry up."

"i'm just trying to take care of you. we're partners, right? i gotta look out for you," he smiles, trying to lighten the mood even slightly. he wishes that this would be the time the barriers come down, that those skyscraper walls that prevented him from coming any closer to you emotionally could come crashing down, if only for a moment.

"you don't have to do anything. you're choosing to put yourself in danger to help me," you groan as you lean back, looking up at the ceiling, "suprised that no one's tried to take advantage of your willingness to help before."

"someone did," he mutters annoyedly, focusing more on the wound then it being your wound, on your body. his eyebrows, almost naturally furrowed from years of stress, somehow make his face even more sad to gaze upon. it's not that he's unattractive, far from it, but he's... worn. tired. a piece of your heart, no matter how far you keep away from him, aches in sympathy.

leon carries you back to the safe room, a hideout you both are using to rest and recover in while you plot your next move. he lays his jacket on the ground to at least give you something comfortable to lie on. you don't look comfortable, but he can't do anything else to help you.

he looks through his things, trying to concoct something that will at least make you feel a little bit better. he finds a first aid spray, and his heart jumps out of his chest in excitement. he uses it to take care of your wound, and waits for you to wake up from your unconscious state.

he decides to go back out, hoping to maybe find some other things to help you both on your mission. he knows you'll berate him for leaving on his own, risking his own life needlessly. but god if he didn't imagine what it would be like if he found something you could really use, and watch your eyes light up. even if you didn't like him, you'd be happy. he wants to see you smile, to praise him for a job well done.

he cringes at how pathetic it sounds, but he sets off either way, leaving you wrapped in his jacket with a note from him saying what he's doing.

he doesn't do it intentionally. at least... not the first time. genuinely, he just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were alive and breathing and safe. and you definitely were.

he doesn't know why its so hypnotizing, why he can't put his goddamn phone away with the stupid security app on it. of course it's you, though. you're hypnotizing.

he watches every pixel, every distorted view of you touching yourself in the safe room, obviously unaware that he could... see this. he's glad there's no audio, or else he'd be unable to control himself, even in an abandoned building surrounded by zombies. maybe its the years that haven hardened him, burned the fear out of his soul and numbed him to the presence of those things, but he doesn't feel anything but uncontrollable desire right now.

have you been doing it the whole time? you both had spilt off from each other multiple times, and he would almost be upset at the idea that every time he was fighting for his life and barely, barely winning that fight each time, you were getting off a couple hundred feet from him in another room... if it wasn't so fucking hot to watch you masturbate.

he keeps watching until he notices that you're having an orgasm, body twitching and your chest heaving up and down as you take deep breathes. it's so fucking sexy, leon probably could have cum on the spot if he watched anymore.

you keep doing it. he keeps watching it. over the course of the mission (of course he had to be stuck on a long, secluded recon mission with you of all people) he's watched you too many times. he doesn't think he has enough fingers to count how many times, which either means he's been on this mission longer than he thought or you have a fucking addiction. he's almost kind of impressed at how efficient you are. takes you 10 minutes tops, and then you just get back up and keep on trucking? his sentimental, post-nut ass could never.

and, though you recovered from your wound, you haven't displayed any sense of gratitude for leon taking care of you when you passed out after getting hurt. not that he expects it, truthfully. you saved his life, he saved yours. you were even.

he just doesn't feel like he's broken any new ground. he feels like, if anything, you feel even further away, emotionally. he's about had it.

"hey, we need to talk," he says, ominously; he doesn't intend it to be so, "i understand you don't like me. it's fine. i don't even care anymore. but i am tired of you talking to me like i'm a pushover."

you look over at him, reloading your gun with a displeased look on your face. leon hates the inner urge he has to cave and apologize to you, as if his body would rather give up any sense of dignity he still has in favor of being slightly more tolerable to you.

"well? are you going to say something?"

you scoff, looking away, "didn't know you were so fucking sensitive, kennedy," and you turn around, ready to walk out, before he snaps, "this isn't a pleasure trip. sorry you're not having a good time."

"clearly you're having a good time with all the pleasure you're giving yourself while i'm trying not to die."

he stops. panicking. trying to think of how to spin the words he just said and make it not sound like he knew every tell you had when you were about to cum or exactly how you touch yourself in order to get yourself off quickly.

you stop as well. and you look back at him with this expression on your face that is completely unreadable.

maybe it wasn't the best move to reveal the only card he had left to play if it mean he would get this reaction out of you considering that, again, you so clearly do not like him.

... right?

"what... did you say, kennedy?" you ask, pure venom in your voice. it's not a question, you so clearly heard him correctly.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that-"

"have you been watching me?" you take a step closer, eyes boring into his soul so intensely he can't make eye contact. he has no way out of this situation. he feels out of breath, nervous, god why are you getting so close to him? "answer me, leon," not kennedy, leon, "have you been watching me masturbate?"

he looks up, trying to keep himself from making eye contact. he knows the second he looks into your eyes, he will be putty in your hands, free for you to mold into whatever you'd like. he knows you're not looking at him with distain like usual, it's something else.

something hungry.

"yeah," he breathes, barely getting the world out at all. you take a deep breath, as if you're debating what you're going to do.

"what you did was wrong, you see that, right?"

"yes, i know, but-"

you scoff, annoyed. god why in this moment, just inches away from you, you notice the moles on his neck, the angle of his jaw, the entrancing aura of his eyes. it's so damn distracting, and you have to pull yourself together, "but nothing. you watched me without my consent, you got off on it, didn't you?"

"god, you're making it sound so bad, i... i'm sorry, okay? how can i make it up to you?" he asks, trying so damn hard as always to please.

this is where you come to realize that maybe you didn't hate leon kennedy all this time. maybe you found yourself too comfortable, too at ease in his presence. maybe he was safe and sweet and gentle and it didn't sit right because nothing in a world with zombies and bioweapons and cults and parasites was gentle. but leon is.

you look down, considering your options, "i have an idea. you're free to refuse and we go back to before, and you get nothing from me. do you want to hear it?"

"sure?"

you take a breath, going for it, "i’ll be… blunt. if you couldn’t tell, i’m a bit.. insatiable. i need something to get myself off now that i’m getting bored of my own hands out here. you help me, and i’ll forgive you for watching me.”

his thoughts stop. he genuinely can’t put together a coherent thought, what did you mean? "are you.. are you fucking serious? you barely speak to me, every time you do speak to me you act like i'm the scum of the earth, you act like i'm not here when i saved your ass and carried you and patched you up, i-”

you cut him off with a kiss. it’s not gentle, it’s rough and messy and your fingers dig into the skin of his cheeks, leaving him red and breathless. he finally gets it. you don’t want him to help you, you want to use him.

he lets you push him down, pin his body to the wall as you kiss him breathless. he lets you dig your nails into his neck even if it hurts. he lets you touch and kiss him as rough or as gentle as you like. and you don’t like being gentle, clearly.

“use me,” he whispers between kisses, and when you pull away, eyeing him intently, as if urging him to explain himself, he does, “do whatever you want. just keep going until you’re satisfied. don’t… don’t hold back. whatever pleases you… i want that. i want to please you.”

“awh, you just want me to be happy with you, don’t you?” you coo at him, endeared by his selflessness. truly a good man in a bad world, “that’s all you’ve ever wanted, hm? for me to like you?”

his resolve cracks just a little bit more, “uhm, yeah…” he his voice is shaky, unsteady, and he just needs to give in.

“then you’re going to let me do this every single time in horny and need something to get myself off. i’m going to do whatever i want to you, and i’m not going to ask. you’re just going to let me. if you don’t, then we go right back to being enemies, and you really don’t want that, right?”

he stutters aimlessly, his knees going weak. he’d truly be done for if you weren’t hold him up with a strength he did not know you had.

and you just keep going, “i’m not going to ask or care if it’s a bad time. i want it to be inconvenient, uncomfortable, ill-timed. i want it to be permanently in your head that i can have you whenever i want you. that i can do whatever i want to you.”

“only i get to have you, got it?”

“g-got it,” he mutters weakly, feeling your hands on him, touching him in places he hasn’t been touched in a while. he didn’t realize how desperate he was.

“only i get to touch you, only i… get to fuck you.”

he nods helplessly.

“it’s too bad i didn’t bring a dildo in my bag when we set off for this mission, because i would so fuck you with it until you’re seeing stars and apologizing for going behind my back… but i suppose i’ll just have to satisfy myself with your cock…”

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hey, can I request kylian's dating a supermodel and she's modeling for savage x fenty so when her pics and videos of the show get posted online, his teammates jokingly mess with him to try to make him jealous but instead kylian just gets all smug bragging about his gf 😏 he's still lowkey jealous tho but only hakimi or ney notice bc of how well they know him 😂

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 | 𝐀 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: YAAAY FINALLY MBAPPE RECOGNITION !!!! Mbappe and NeymarJr deserves more requests !! My babygorls <3 Sorry if this is a bit short, as I wrote this specifically in response to your request rather than constructing a "story-like scenario" because I wasn't sure how to build up to this point. c:

I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥

Kylian Mbappe is a young and talented French soccer player who has been making waves in the world of sports for many years now. Recently, he has been in the headlines not just for his skills on the field, but also for his relationship with supermodel, Y/N. When his girlfriend's pictures and videos from the shoot were posted online, his teammates couldn't resist teasing him to try and make him jealous.

The team is currently unwinding and rehydrating in their locker room after practice, waiting for the team manager to arrive and speak with them as he promised to do later. Sergio Ramos stumbles onto a Savage x Fenty advertisement while relaxing and scrolling through Instagram. He smirks as he realizes that you, Mbappe's girlfriend, are the lady in the picture. Other than Hakimi, you haven't met the team yet because your modeling schedule prevents you from attending his games. Yet, he always shares pictures of the two of you online, so it's clear that he knows you exist. "Watch this," he murmurs, nudging Kimpembe. “Damn Kylian, is this what you'll be seeing when you come home?,” Ramos says while glancing at his phone. Kylian raises his eyebrow in confusion. Ramo flips the phone around so that the other teammates can view in addition to Mbappe. It's a picture of you on a bed wearing red lingerie for the brand. Kimpembe, who was aware of his plan, joined in by saying, "Y/N is fine as ever, why don't you let us meet her?" Verratti throws his arm around Mbappe and pokes his cheek while saying, "It's because he knows I can take her away,"

Mbappe felt a burning anger rise inside him as he listened to his friends hitting on his girl. He could feel their eyes lingering on her body, their words dripping with thinly veiled flirtation. It was enough to make him want to lash out, to tell them to back off and leave her alone. But he knew he couldn't do that. He couldn't let his possessiveness show, not in front of his friends. He had to keep up appearances, had to act like it didn't bother him, even though it did.

As he releases Verratti's arms, Kylian makes a phony laugh, saying, "She has a height restriction, you have to be 5 '10." Verratti, who is barely 5 feet 5 inches tall, playfully pouts and walks away. The boys laugh as Kimpembe says, "6' 0 is better thought," and daps up Ramos as they are the same height. They were all taken aback by Kylian's response, though. Instead of being unhappy, he grinned from ear to ear and began boasting about how gorgeous and wonderful his girlfriend was. Kylian shakes his head and says, "She's so beautiful right? I can't take my eyes off of her that's why she hasn't come around during the games ," maintaining his phony smile. He tried to focus on other things, to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling that was building inside him. He laughed at their jokes, made small talk, and tried to act as though everything was normal. But it wasn't. He felt like his friends were trying to stake a claim on something that was his, and that made him feel vulnerable. It was one thing to be jealous of a stranger, but when it was someone he knew, someone he trusted, it cut deep.

Once more, Sergio torments him, "You need to bring her next game so she can meet me. I'll show her what a real man is like."

“Trust me. You can't handle her like I can," he remarks, hinting at something sexual. Despite his smugness, Kylian was still secretly jealous of all the attention his girlfriend was receiving. He didn't like the fact that his teammates were constantly talking about her, but he didn't want to let them know that it bothered him. Only his best friend Hakimi noticed that Kylian was feeling a little lowkey jealous. Hakimi knew Kylian so well that he could see the subtle changes in his friend's behavior.

Hakimi tries to divert the conversation by saying, "You are so focused on Y/N like you did not get nut-megged and scored on by Neymar during practice." He did so successfully as everyone started to laugh and point at Ramos, some of the players even walked up to him and slapped his head. Mbappe was aware of Hakimi's actions and mentally praised him. Mbappe didn't want to seem possessive or insecure. He wanted to be the confident, easy-going guy that everyone knows him to be. So he kept his feelings to himself and tried to be the bigger person. He knew that his friends didn't mean any harm, that they were just being friendly and playful. But he couldn't help feeling like they were crossing a line.

You have always loved Mbappe's extreme possessiveness toward you. If you had been in the locker room, you would have been impressed by his ability to control his emotions.

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Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

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LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 (You're here), PART 12

Somewhere in the woods. Merlin in his bird form lands in a tree branch where an older female merlin is.

Elder female: Oh, darling! 😊 Haven't seen you in a while. Do you have a nest already?

Merlin: For the 10th time, I'm NOT a female. (sighs in bird) But I do have a nest now.

Elder female: Oh, that's wonderful! 🥰 I'm so happy for you, dear! When did you mate? 👀 Who is this male of yours? 😏

Merlin: I don't have a mate.😒

Elder female: Oh, my feathers! Did he... did he die? 🥺😭

Merlin: No! I never had... (sighs in bird again) The father of the chicks died, yes.

Elder female: In your very first nest! It must have been so hard for you.🤧

Merlin: It was... That's why I need advice. I don't know a thing about breeding. I incubated them, but now that the chicks are getting out of their shell I don't know with what frequency I need to feed them or if I should give them meat right away. I asked around and all females said you're the best in that area.

Elder female: Well, of course. I had 8 nests with 8 different males. But I'm surpised you need any help at all. A female usually knows what to do by instinct.

Merlin: I'm not-I'm pretty new to this, please tell me what to do. (points his claw that has a bird he recently hunted) I'll pay you for the troubles.

Elder female: Keep that for your chicks, dear. You shouldn't have left your chicks alone in the first place! They still need incubation and protection!

Merlin: Oh, a friend of mine is helping me with that. Don't worry.

Elder female: (very surprised) Really? What unusual... Well, this is all you need to know.

...

Another day, Merlin visits Elder female again.

Elder female: Darling! How are your chicks?

Merlin: All five are healthy. One has the tendency to try to jump constantly out of the nest though and the youngest seems scared all the time and doesn't fight for food like his siblings, is that normal?

Elder female: Of course! Not all the chicks are fit to survive.

Merlin: ... What? 😧

Elder female: The reckless ones and the weakest ones usually die before they learn how to fly, that's how nature is.

Merlin: No! They won't die! 😡 I WON'T ALLOW IT!

Elder female: Oh, the denial of a female in her first nest. I forgot how it felt.

Merlin: I'm not-That's not why I came here really.

Elder female: Why did you come then, dear?

Merlin: I... I'm interest in someone. (blushes in bird) A male. And I think he likes me too. I... I want to be with him.

Elder female: (gets sad) Oh, dear...

Merlin: What?

Elder female: You have no choice then, you must get rid of your chicks.

Merlin: WHAT?! 😨

Elder female: Don't worry, you'll have more chicks with your new mate.

Merlin: (horrified) I won't do that! That's horrible!

Elder female: Do you want to be with this male?

Merlin: Yes, but I don't have to kill my chicks to do that!

Elder female: A male will never mate with you if you have chicks that are not his own.

Merlin: Then I'll wait til they learn how to fly!

Elder female: By then he'll lose any interest in you and he'll hate you for choosing your chicks over him. I know it's difficult, dear, but it must be done.

Merlin: He is not like that!

Elder female: Really? Has he asked you to mate with him yet?

Merlin: ...

Elder female: Just think about it, dear.

...

At night in Arthur's chambers. Arthur is sleeping on his bed and the chicks are sleeping snuggling close together in the nest on the window. Merlin in his bird form looks at the 4 day old chicks while they sleep.

Merlin: (heart broken, thinking) I was so naive... For a moment I thought we all could... But that's not possible, is it? Arthur will never love you. Why would he love the chicks of the male he killed? He's helping me just out of guilt and obligation. You're just birds to him... And I have to choose. (looks at Wary) You are the weakest one, you're going to die anyway, that's what she said. (About to grab him with his claw) I... I can do it... I-

Wary: (opens his eyes, sleepy, and chirps quietly) Mama? 🥺

Merlin: (tears roll down his eyes) No... No! That can't be your first word! I'm not your mama! I'm not even a female!

Wary: Mama! 😄

Merlin: (screams in bird)

Arthur: (wakes up at the sudden noisy) Aaah! What is happening? (gets of his bed quickly) Merlin? Merlin! (turns to the window)

Merlin: (on the floor in his human form hugging the nest, crying his eyes out) I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I don't want you to die! I don't want any of you to die!

Arthur: (thinking Merlin had a nightmare, goes to him quickly) Merlin, Merlin, it's alright. (sits beside him and hugs him) It was a nightmare. The chicks are save.

Wary: (not recognising Merlin in his human form, thinking he disappeared) Mama? 🥺 Mama! 😭

Arthur: (comforts and holds Wary carefully) Shh, it's alright. Don't wake your siblings. (to Merlin) I'll make 5 sleep in my pillow, that usually calms him.

Merlin: You know you don't have to do this, right?

Arthur: (confused) Do what?

Merlin: (thinking) You don't have to pretend you like them for my sake. (says) I can manage on my own now. You don't have to care for them too.

Arthur: (snorts) As if! You can barely take care of yourself. (kisses Merlin's head) Get some sleep now. (stands up and walks back to his bed with Wary in his hand)

Merlin: I'm serious.

Arthur: Me too. Don't wake the other chicks. (puts Wary lovinly in his pillow) There you go, little one. (yawns)

Merlin: He'll poop your pillow again.

Arthur: I'll have the servants clean it and I'll tell them it was you.

Merlin: (sighs) Why do you do this? I don't understand.

Arthur: (turns serious) Because I care. Is that so hard to believe? (taps Wary's head fondly and smiles) Is impossible not to get fond of these little snowballs. (yawns again and lies down on the bed next to Wary) Good night (falls sleep)

Merlin: (puts the nest back on the window, thinking) You are my chicks, we are a family now. I won't let anything happen to you. And if Arthur doesn't accept you, he can go to hell.

...

After Arthur did the flying dance to Merlin and they got together. Merlin visits Elder female again.

Merlin: (more than happy, celebrating) I'm mated! 😄

Elder female: Oh, I'm so happy for you, dear!🥰 I'm sorry you had to get rid of your chicks though.

Merlin: I didn't.

Elder female: ... what?

Merlin: My mate acepted me with my chicks! 😊 We're breeding them together now... though we were already doing that way before we mated.

Elder female: Oh, I see. He must be one of those males.

Merlin: (confused) What males?

Elder female: The ones who don't have seed.

Merlin: ...

Elder female: You must be careful with those, dear. They can be quite agressive and possesive since they can't satisfy you completely or give you his own eggs-

Merlin: Goodbye, elder female. I don't think I'm going to need your advice anymore (thinking) Or ever in fact. (leaves)

...

Arthur: (in bed with the chicks on his lap, reading them a book) So the brave knight unsheathed his sword and pointed it to the dragon!

Chicks: (gasp in bird) 😲😲😲😲😲

Merlin: (sitting beside them, rolls his eyes, but then smiles fondly) You know they can't understand most of what you're saying, right? They just like the sound of your voice.

Arthur: Don't cut my inspiration, Merlin!

Guardian: (Points the picture of the knight in the book) Papa?

Merlin: Yes, that knight looks a lot like your papa.

Arthur: (confused) What are you talking about?

Merlin: Oh... uhm... the chicks call you papa sometimes. 😅

Arthur: WHAT?! 😧 Why didn't you tell me?! 😡

Merlin: It's pretty recent and we weren't mated yet, I didn't know if it would make you uncom-Are you crying? 😧

Arthur: (definitely crying) I'm not! 🥺 I just got something in my eyes 😭🤧

Merlin: (touched) Awww, Arthur.

Chicks: Papa! Papa no cry! 🥺😭🥺😭🥺

Merlin: Now they think their papa is sad.

Arthur: (comforts them) Papa is not sad. Papa is just very happy.

Merlin: Arthur, I think Wary pooped on the sheet.

Arthur: (ignores him, holding his chicks close, still too happy to care) Who is your papa? I'm your papa! 🤗

Merlin: Aaaand I lost him.

...

When Arthur said Merlin needed more human friends he was serious 🤦‍♀️. Oh, Merlin... Good you came to your senses.

To sheer you up a bit, here a video of Arthur holding his newborn chicks for the first time:

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