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Pink Pastels Pt 17
Description: It's a three-day weekend, so you go out dancing, run into Miguel, and Gabi does her own investigating.
Pt 18
You’re really not sure how you didn’t make the connection between Miguel and Spiderman before. They have the same build, similar voices, they do that same head tilt thing, and they call you cariño, along with a few other heart-stopping petnames.
“Y/N, y/n, earth to y/n.” Janey is waving her hand in front of your face, her bag on her shoulder.
You snap back to reality and scroll past the news footage of Spiderman saving a bus full of senior citizens. “Yeah, sorry, I’m listening.”
“Are you? Because Principal Alan just emailed us saying a water line broke, so school is canceled tomorrow, and I was trying to tell you about it.”
“Really? So, we get a three-day weekend?” You set down your phone, face down, so you aren’t tempted to pick it back up and obsessively search for more footage of Spiderman.
“Yeah, so I’m thinking we go out tonight?” Janey suggests a mischievous expression on her face.
“Oh no, no, are we going to one of those weird clubs where all the drinks aren’t called what they actually are, and the DJ wears a mask or something weird like that?”
Janey rolls her eyes playfully. “I take you to one speakeasy that’s a little weird—”
“A little? Janey, people were having sex just like, on the floor.”
“That is not usually a part of it, that was really weird.” Janey admits, giving you an apologetic smile. “But still, I know this new club, it’s really cool, and not weird at all.”
Janey is a liar. The club is super weird. All the employees are dressed in an odd sequined fabric, the drinks are dirt cheap, the DJ keeps switching up the songs halfway through, and the whole place is housed in an abandoned hospital.
“Janey, this place blows, can we please leave?” You shout over the music, trying to pretend you’re not grossed out by the couple making out on a decades old hospital bed.
“It’s an experience, y/n, just relax, have another drink, if the music doesn’t get better by the time, it’s midnight we’ll leave.”
You look at your phone, it’s eleven thirty now, you can tough it out for thirty more minutes.
“Okay, but you get my drink, and I’ll save our spot.”
Janey smiles and thanks you, then disappears into the crowd.
You sway to the music, watching the others around you. Everyone seems to be having a lot more fun than you. Then the song changes, the bass so loud you feel it in your chest.
Janey returns and hands you your drink. You both clink your plastic cups together and down them.
“Oh, that is so bad, ew, ew, ew, what the fuck was in that gasoline?” Janey crinkles her nose, coughing into her elbow.
Yours was pretty bad too, but you’re used to drinking shitty drinks from your time with Todd.
“Let’s just dance, I kind of like this song.” You say, holding your hands out to Janey and pulling her further into the crowd.
You leave the club right at midnight, pleasantly buzzed but not drunk, and you two share a cab back to your apartments, with Janey promising that next time she’ll pick a better place.
You wave goodbye and take the elevator up to your apartment, smoothing out your dress in the reflection on the doors. Tight, low cut, a gorgeous color, you love this dress because you just look so damn good in it.
Part of you wonders what Miguel would think of it. You toy with the idea of knocking on his door, pretending you need his help with something but think better of it. It’s midnight, Gabi is most definitely asleep, you don’t want to accidentally wake her up and have her see you in a clubbing outfit.
The elevator doors ding, you step out, and run straight into Miguel.
He looks you up and down, then cocks an eyebrow. “Night out?”
You try to subtly tug down your skirt. “Yeah, but it was kind of lame, so we left early.”
His eyes flicker behind you. “We?”
“Janey and I.”
He visibly relaxes and stretches his arms behind his head. “Can’t sleep, thought I’d go for a run.”
Your eyes drink in the bend of his arms, the flexing of his muscles through the long sleeves of his form fitting gray shirt.
You want him bad, so bad you start to open your mouth to say something you’ll blame on the alcohol flooding through your system, then you remember Gabi’s face. How she clung to you crying, how scared she was that you’d never come back.
You can’t mess this up, can’t throw yourself at Miguel just because he’s kind, smart, handsome, a good dad, and he eats pussy like a fucking champ. You have to be smart about this, it’s not just you and him, but you, him, and Gabi. And you will never do anything to hurt Gabi, and you’re sure neither would Miguel.
“That’s too bad, hopefully it’ll tire you out.” You say, forcing yourself to meet his eyes and steady your breathing.
“And what about you? Up for a run?” His voice dips low, and you know exactly what he’s asking.
“I can’t.” You say even as you scream internally, the parts of your brain fueled by lust cussing you out six ways to Sunday. “I’m so beat, and I’ve been drinking, it wouldn’t be a good idea.”
Miguel scans you once more, then nods. “Take an Advil before you go to bed, I’m making you breakfast, I’ll see you at ten.”
You buffer for a moment. Is he asking you out on a date?
“If you’d like, no pressure.” He backtracks, rubbing the back of his neck, his expression sheepish and nervous?
Is Miguel O’Hara nervous?
You step closer to him and brush your painted lips across his cheek, leaving a perfect imprint of your lips, the pink of your lipstick complimenting his tanned skin. “I’d like that. I’ll see you at ten.”
Then you slip into your apartment, flop down onto your couch, and scream into the nearest pillow.
“Lyla?”
“Yeah, Gabi?” Lyla pops into the room, her form dimmed to match the low light of her room.
“Is Papá here?”
“It looks like he’s in the hallway with y/n, do you want me to tell him you’re awake?” She’s sitting beside Gabi’s bed now, a concerned look on her face.
Gabi turns onto her back, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. “No, it’s okay.”
Lyla hums in response. “Anything else kiddo?”
“Can you see if Ms. Y/N is single?”
“Sure, one second.”
Gabi hugs her bear tighter as she waits.
“She is, and it looks like…oh, ya know what, maybe your dad should tell you this stuff.”
“Lyla, come on, I thought you were cool.” Gabi pouts, sitting up in her bed and staring at Lyla’s shifting form.
“Ugh, okay but, promise me you’ll tell your dad you heard about this on the news or something.”
“I promise.” Gabi says, rubbing at her eyes, sleep already pulling at her, beckoning her back to dreamland.
“Todd Jameson, twenty-six, found dead in the Brooklyn River. Apparently, he was pretty scratched up, but that was probably from the stuff that was in the river.” Lyla bites her lip then continues. “Anyways in other news, a water pipe burst in your school, so you get a three-day weekend! That’s super exciting, congrats, kiddo.”
“No school tomorrow, yay.” Gabi yawns and lays back down, snuggling closer to Oso.
“Yep, no school, so just get some sleep, okay? Don’t think about anything but how much fun you’re gonna have with your dad on this three-day weekend.” Lyla urges, her tone soft as Gabi drifts off to sleep.
“Promise me you’ll tell Papá that Ms. Y/N is single.” Gabi insists, fighting sleep like a wild honey badger.
“I will, I promise. Now sleep, three-day weekend.”
“Three day weekend.” Gabi whispers, her head drooping, and her breathing evening out as Lyla dissipates from the room.
Miguel checks his watch to see a message from Lyla.
You couldn’t have been any more subtle with his death, could you?
He chuckles and dons his suit. Looks like he needs to get rid of a body.
Posting this while I wait for my flight bc I couldn’t wait any longer to get it to y’all!!!!
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#meg’s writing#miguel’s pastels#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel ohara x you#miguel ohara x reader#miguel ohara x y/n#spiderman 2099 x reader#miguel ohara#Gabi’s pov#a little bit!!!#baby bug makes her first pov appearance!!!!
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thing i wrote #1
You quickly headed out of your room an hour later to meet with your boyfriend in the main room, sitting in front of his legs as your legs folded beneath you.
Eyes fixated on his position, Wanderer's detached indifference only allowed you to bore your eyes into his soul until it burned holes. His leg was crossed over the other as he scrolls through his phone, irritating you with his practiced nonchalance.
Ever since you and him had a fight this morning, you both had trouble even speaking to each other after. The tension of the home was so thick that your daily visit from one of your best friends was cut short. You two fight a lot, but usually it doesn't get too bad until one of you walks off.
"I know you see me here."
"Yep," Wanderer replied simply, holding no interest or significance to your behavior.
The silence started getting stale to you, and your eyes dulled. "Are you not going to ask if I need something?"
"You would've said something already," Wanderer remained unfazed, until he caught his eyes lifting away from the screen to meet yours. With a barely audible exhale, he let out a weary sigh. "What?" He asked rigidly.
His face was neutral at best, betraying no hint of emotion as it settles on you. You wanted to start chaos with the way he spoke to you, but with the serenity of his deep violet shade of eyes, you felt a sense of resignation wash over you. "Keep looking at me."
As he scrunched his eyebrows at your request, you stiffened up to speak again. "When my grandmother would see that I'm really upset, we would stare into each others eyes and tell each other what we like about the other person."
A small scoff left his lips as he drew back his attention. “And you think that solves our problems? Staring at each other for thirty minutes?”
“It helps collect my thoughts when I’m staring at a person I love. If you're in front of the person you love, you naturally try your best to protect their feelings. I want to try it with you.”
"If you really want to protect my feelings, stop annoying me. Go do something worth your time." He simply responded, before he turned his phone back on. But thinking about it more, why would he not be worth your time?
He faltered while he was thinking, and his attentiveness immediately turned back to you, and with a deliberate movement he sets the phone down. He shifts his weight from the sofa, inching closer to you until he's on the floor with you.
There was a silent acknowledgement between you two. Despite how close you two were, there was a linger of air that left both of them unspoken for.
The look in your boyfriend's eyes was neutral, but you knew that there was a sliver of intensity in his head. You found solace in the fact that despite his struggle, he was still trying. The frustration that nestled in your veins softened, and all that was left was your soft features.
"I don't see the point of this." Wanderer broke the silence.
"Just keep doing it."
His gaze was in and out, but the more that he was sitting here, the more that he was reflecting on everything, the harder it was to stay stagnant in his icy demeanor. His shoulders dropped slightly, and he draws himself deeper into your gaze, losing himself slightly.
It was a scary feeling to him, but it made it all the more tempting. He is...reminded of simpler joys they share.
His foreign allure was magnificent in your eyes, you looked at every pore, every single detail over and over, and nothing could ever prepare you for seeing him close up. His ethereal face, an effortless elegances accentuating his features. His violet eyes, like hued pools reflecting yourself.
You lost yourself in them, and with the silence between them that spoke volumes, his eyes seemed to be a little more relaxed looking at you too.
A smile accidentally grazed your lips, and once his eyebrows rose, you took a sharp breath in. "You're really pretty."
Taking in the compliment, it was his turn to take a deep breath. It was a quiet once, still with confidence but more assurance than what he was used to. "I'm sorry."
You yearned for him, despite his struggle to apologize. Your hand reached out to brush a stray strand of hair that was in the way of his face. "I'm sorry too."
#zoropookie#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche#scara x reader#wanderer headcanons#genshin wanderer#wanderer x reader#wanderer#wanderer x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin impact#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin fluff#genshin oneshots#genshin imagines#oneshots#x reader#genshin x y/n
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Fool For Love
part 4
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part 1, part 2, part 3
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Astarion x reader/Tav
Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending
Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… now you do.
You’ve finally made a decision on how to handle it, but it turns out it might not be that easy to actually do as planned.
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It’s as if all the gods have come together to conspire against you. Truly, you wonder if you accidentally angered one or several of them, because after dinner, nothing goes as planned.
First it is Shadowheart, seeking your counsel about a scroll in her possession she wants you to take a look at. Next it is Lae’zel, wanting to discuss again your findings about Orpheus and what it might mean.
You almost scream out loud when Karlach calls for you just as you are finally about to approach Astarion.
You definitely do scream, just a little, when you collide with a tipsy Gale and the collision causes red wine to splatter all over your shirt and trousers. Cursing under your breath, you see Astarion glance your way with a chuckle. As tempting as it is to stomp over and drag him into his tent just to have it over with, you decide a change of clothes first is the wisest course of action.
It’s much less conspicuous, for one — everyone would notice and wonder if you decide to talk to him now — and you need a moment to cool down.
You’re quick about it, grabbing the first clean pieces of clothing you can find — but it’s not quick enough.
When you walk out of your tent again, Astarion is nowhere to be seen. Telling yourself that it’s not strange for you to inquire about his whereabouts, you ask Halsin if he has seen him.
“I think he went to find something to eat.”
“Ah.” Dammit. ”I see.”
You stare into the dark forest surrounding the camp, wondering if it will seem odd if you go after him. Probably not, if they even notice you leave.
In the end, you decide to remain where you are, sitting down by the fire with the others. He will be back sooner or later, and until then, you can enjoy the company of your friends. Or try to, at least.
Astarion’s still not back when Gale suddenly stands and announces that it’s time to head out. Watching them all laugh and banter as they gather blankets and wine, you realise that you should do things like this more often. Take the time to just have fun. Especially now, when what you have to face next is the Shadowlands, a place that sounds more terrifying than anything else your party has encountered so far.
Not counting getting tadpoles inside your head.
It’s actually a quite nice spot Gale has found. Wide stretches of soft grass swaying in the night breeze, the surrounding tree line creating a sense of protection and serenity. If your heart wasn’t already attached to another, you think you would’ve enjoyed going here alone with Gale. Maybe.
“Where’s the food? Surely we need something to snack on too?”
“Karlach…”
Shrugging, Shadowheart held up the bottles in her hands. “Sorry, too busy grabbing the wine.”
“I’ll go,” you offer, because it would be a shame to bring the mood down with unnecessary squabbling. The fact that there’s a chance you might find a certain elf back at camp has absolutely nothing to do with it. Well, maybe a little.
“Thanks, soldier, you’re the best!”
You leave before anyone gets the idea of tagging along. If Astarion is back, you wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to finally talk with him. Even if it ruins the night for one or both of you.
When you get back, you see Withers by his tent. But no Astarion in sight.
“Where is that goddamn man?” You stomp over to his tent. “Astarion? Are you here?”
Nothing.
Muttering to yourself, you take a basket and fill it with bread, cheese, and some fruit. With how everything has gone so far tonight, you grab a bottle of what you presume is wine, because the urge to get blissfully drunk is too hard to resist.
As you trudge back to the others, you wistfully wonder where Astarion has been all night. Was he avoiding you? And if so, why?
“Tav, there you are!” Karlach shoots up from her seat on the blanket and relieves you of the basket. “Look who we found!”
And there he is.
“Astarion.”
Sitting between Halsin and Shadowheart.
“Tav,” Gale pats the spot next to him, “I saved you a seat.”
Of course he did. “Thank you, Gale.”
Even if you had it in you dismiss him, you realise quickly that there’s no other space available. So you sit down, because there’s not much else you can do.
It turns out that the bottle you snagged isn’t wine but rum, but that suits you just fine at this point. You try to listen as Gale talks to you about the constellations he points at, but your focus keeps shifting to Astarion. The way he leans closer to Shadowheart, the way he keeps touching Halsin. You are used to him being a bit of a flirt, but this feels like more. It feels like there’s actual intent behind it and not him just being his usual self.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he’s trying to make you jealous. Which is ridiculous, of course.
Unless it isn’t. You take another swig of the rum. “Ridiculous.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Astarion glances your way but quickly turns to Halsin again when he catches you watching. The bastard. Well, two can play that game. “Oh.” You inch just a little bit closer to Gale. “I was just saying to myself how ridiculously beautiful the sky is.” Smooth, Tav, smooth. You almost roll your eyes at yourself.
Gale smiles. “It is, isn’t it?”
For the next half hour, you make yourself focus on Gale, and Gale alone. He is an interesting man — when he’s not talking about Mystra. In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t be doing this, but your drunk brain justifies it by telling yourself that Gale deserves an attentive audience. He’s the reason why you’re all here, after all.
He really is nice — too nice for someone like you. You realise that at some point while observing Gale and Karlach talk about… something. You’re not really listening anymore, once again caught up in your own hazy mind.
The bottle in your hand is almost empty — when did that happen? Oh, right. You have been taking a sip every time you hear Astarion laugh or call someone else a pet name. Stupid idea, that.
With a heavy sigh, you flop back to lie down on the blanket. Everyone’s voices turn into background noise as you stare up at the stars. Or try to, because the world is spinning, spinning, and the last thing you hear before you doze off is someone saying your name.
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#astarion#bg3 fanfiction#astarion x reader#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#bg3 fic#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#bg3 spoilers#fic wip
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Outer Banks Masterlist
JJ Maybank:
I'll Always Be Here
Summary:JJ Maybank has been your best friend and keeper for as long as you can remember. So what happens when you get caught up with Kook prince Rafe Cameron and he discovers its the not the fairytale it seems?
Now Your Mess Is Mine
Summary:In which JJ is touch starved and you take care of him.
Full Pogue (18+)
Summary: You've had a terrible day and JJ is hell bent on making it better.
The Endless Darkness and Mystery of the Ocean Is Becoming A Bit Tempting To Dive Into Now (18+)
Summary: After ending things with one of your best friends, you see JJ in whole new light. the problem is you can't tell John B, but everything comes to light eventually. (Based on this request)
Caught In the Crossfire
Summary: JJ has sworn to protect you no matter what, but sometimes you give him a run for his money.
Don't Hate the Player
Summary: You and JJ take games way too seriously.
Reunion In the Rain (18+)
Summary: You and JJ never really got over each other, and you handle it in the worst way possible.
Gotta Get Lost In the Sauce
Summary: You've always been a party animal, but luckily JJ knows exactly how to take care of you.
Game On Masterlist (Frat/Hockey College AU)
Fair Game (18+)
Summary:JJ sets his sight on something that isn't his.
Rafe Cameron
You're Good For Me
Summary: You're a goody two shoes compared to Rafe and your insecurities lead you to make a reckless decision.
Heartbroke Bitch Series Masterlist (ongoing) (18+)
Summary: When you're left heartbroken, you cope in a less than healthy way. But what happens when Rafe sees you hanging on the arm of one of his best friends? (Loosely based off Escapism by Raye)
Put A Ring On It
Summary:During a night out on the town, Rafe seizes the opportunity to remind you exactly who you belong to.
Best of Both Worlds
Summary:Being John B's sister and Rafe's girlfriend comes with a whole list of benefits. The first one is that no one gets to fuck with you.
Fighting About A Funnel Cake
Summary:You're mad at Rafe, and much to your displeasure, he figures out the real reason.
Ten Seconds
Summary:Who knew life could change so quickly?
You Can't Kill Me
Summary: Ward may be able to intimidate Rafe, but those tactics dont work on you.
Two Lines, Two Idiots Series (ongoing)
Summary: A friends with benefits situationship with Rafe ends up altering the course of your life forever.
Dirty Little Secret Living In A Moment You Would Die For
Summary:You and Rafe are in a secret relationship, but it all comes to a head when a girl gets a little too close at a party.
Got So Bent Out of Shape That I Probably Need A Chiropractor (18+)
Summary:You and Rafe have been playing a toxic game of cat and mouse for months, and he finally catches you.
I Hate You. Now Shut Up and Kiss Me.
Summary: You and Rafe have been frenemies for years. Until something changes.
Secrets Secrets Are No Fun (18+)
Summary:Rafe discovers some interesting information about your past and reminds you who you belong to.
A Heart That Bleeds
Summary:Rafe betrays you in the worst way. This is set up to be choose your own adventure. There is an Angst ending and a Hurt to Comfort ending labeled and you can scroll to whichever you prefer!
One More Second (18+)
Summary: Rafe has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. What happens when he finds out the truth about the guy you're seeing?
Smart Enough To Know Better, Dumb Enough To Do It Anyway
Summary: Listening has never been your strong suit, and it makes for an interesting dynamic with the Kook King.
Rafe Cameron/JJ Maybank
Never Have I Ever (18+)
Summary:One of your darkest secrets is accidentally revealed during an alcohol induced game of Never Have I Ever.
Drew Starkey
Blurred Emotions
Summary: You and Drew get asked about working together and it uncovers some feelings.
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the brothers reaction to MC falling (galloping) off the stairs.
the brothers x gn!reader.
summary: just MC falling off the stairs.
warnings: bruising, mention of scraped knee, getting laughed at, embarrassment.
a/n: guys please request things because idk what to write honestly.
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LUCIFER
you were scrolling on devilgram while walking off the stairs, as you weren't focused on your surroundings you skipped a step and felt your soul leaving your body as you started falling off the stairs.
lucifer was quick to notice the loud bangs from your body hitting the steps.
he's worried about you, he checks up on you, and helps you stand up, then he reaches down to grab your phone off the floor, and you've been-- scrolling on devilgram... really?
he's dissappointed, would lecture you about this but the cracks on your phone screen you just got, feels like enough.
MAMMON
due to beelzebub spilling all kinds of mixed up drinks to have with his food on the stairs, you of course were the one to find out about it first.
mammon who was walking behind you freezes up as your body tumbles down the stairs.
when you hit the ground he immediately sprints towards you, completely forgetting about the liquid still on the stairs, he slips and falls on top of you.
now you're both covered in bruises and groaning in pain, ''this shit hurts.'' he cries out.
LEVIATHAN
levi was talking to you while playing a shooting game on his phone, holding it horizontally, but when he hears a sudden yelp and turns around, your body dissappeared.
''huh? mc?'' it isn't until he hears you muttering something that he realizes you just fell down the stairs.
he quickly comes closer, but still keeps a safe distance from you, ''you okay there?'' he asks with worry in his voice.
he's overthinking whether he should help you get up or not, but by the time he decides to help you, you already got up yourself, and he looks away, embarrassed.
SATAN
while satan was going downstairs, heading towards the library, and you were going upstairs, heading to asmo's room, your shin hit the step which causes you to lose balance and grip on satan's ankles.
you accidentally pull him down the stairs with you and he slides over you, both hitting the ground.
''man, my ass hurts.'' he groans out, he quickly scans over your body for any injuries.
only your shin really hurts, but it's not too bad, he examines it and assumes it's going to bruise. you both end up laughing about what happened.
ASMODEUS
even though you were the one that fell off the stairs, it more seems like asmo was the one that fell.
he immediately craddles your body in his arms as he looks at you with a frown.
''your poor skin is all ruined...'' he says very upset, while he brings your scraped knee closer to inspect it.
you're lucky it isn't bleeding, or he'd make even a bigger deal about it. although it is enjoyable to have him take care of you.
BEELZEBUB
as the scent of dinner was picked up from the air with your nose, you wen't downstairs in a hurry, you were soooo hungry.
it's too late when you realise beel is behind you, and he tramples you down the stairs.
he's shocked from his own actions, and quickly helps you up, the scent of food is so tempting that he wastes no time and carries you to the dining room.
he sets you down in a chair and starts eating, while you're confused on what just happened in the past 10 seconds.
BELPHEGOR
you're walking down the stairs when you're suddenly met with a sleeping belphie, who's laying on the staircase, and you trip over him.
he wakes up when he hears the loud thud from your body hitting the ground.
he's so confused and just starts laughing at you, because why are you laying on the ground like that.
you sit up with a huff, and your cheeks turn red as you get embarrassed by him laughing at you, ''it's not funny, why are you sleeping on the damn stairs, belphie?!'' you say with a sigh.
#obey me#obey me x mc#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#om! mc#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader
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Falling asleep on their shoulder | Beta Squad |
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(not in a relationship)
part of my “3am thoughts”
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Aj:
would literally shove you off straight away. Like we know this man is scared of physical affection. Even if you accidentally dozed off and slid down onto him, he'd pull away or send you flying across the room and then just laugh it off. honestly idk what’s wrong with him but he would be terrified, uncomfortable and god knows what else. it don’t even matter if he likes you or not, he’d probably freak out even more if he did.
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Niko:
im sorry to break it to you but you would not be asleep on his shoulder. u know why? cause he’d already be sleeping on top of you, leaned on your head because that’s how short you are compared to him (yes be mad ab it) he’d not only already be asleep he’d probably be snoring too, forbidding you to sleep. and to add on, you can thank god if he doesn’t end up drooling all over you…
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Sharky:
he’d be over the moon. honestly. he’d try and seem unbothered, like just continue scrolling on his phone or whatever, tryna fish out a new tik tok dance to learn (get it? cause he’s Sharky, so he’d fish it out? fvcking hilarious) he’d make sure you were comfortable and if you moved during your sleep or tried to reposition your head he’d observe your actions and shuffle into a pose you’d be most snug in, like for example move lower or higher so you could rest your head.
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Kenny:
this guy would love it. he’d feel you doze off and instantly start “guarding your sleep”. in his mind if you fell asleep that means you’re super tired and you def need the nap (he’s not wrong) he’d make sure to spot anyone who’s about to come over and start talking, so he could shush them before they woke you up, he’d sit as still as possible and barely breathe. until he’d feel tempted to take a nap himself (maybe after a tiring day of filming or training) and he’d carefully lay his cheek on the top of your head and sigh before his eyes flutter shut and he’s also asleep right next to you <3
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Chunkz:
MENACE. this guy will make sure he has the ugliest pictures of you. he will definitely take advantage of your unaware state and violate you on his Snapchat story. HAVE YOU SEEN POOR NIKO AND FILLY ASLEEP!?! he’d take like fifty photos before getting comfortable himself and closing his eyes. and obviously it’s only a matter of time when you end up waking up because of his snoring…
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#beta squad#niko omilana#chunkz#aj shabeel#king kenny#sharky#youtube#niko#betasquadfanfic#betasquadedit#ndl
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synopsis: "Macaque has trust issues and won't tell you anything about him, how will things work out? will it be good, bad or worse?"
references: none
word count: 1.5k words
cont. warning: angst, accidental injury, arguing, crying
mutuals/friends: @chimemori @zuzuthesnake @yellowaxol @mortal-mayhem
𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬┆"All creations/edits belong to ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝"┆𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜...
Things were difficult when it came to Macaque. Always wanting to be this 'standoff-ish' villain when in reality he's hurt, scared, and insecure; Not interested in revealing his emotions as he thinks this makes him weak or insignificant.
He was slowly starting to open himself up to Mk and his crew, but he was never open with you. Even though you were his wife and if he was uncomfortable he should say something.
But he was scared; Scared of how you'd see him and how you'd react to his past. And he had every right to be considering how you were twice as powerful if not more than him and even leaving your first husband for him which he doesn't even know the real reason why.
"Hey did Macaque tell you about him and Wukong?" Mk starts the conversation with you as Macaque helped with training Mei and Redson in combat, being distracted to not pay too much attention to what you were speaking about. "What do you mean?" You look down at the apprentice whilst checking scrolls sent from Nezha; His eyes widen as if he saw a ghost.
"That's strange, I thought he'd talk to you about why he and Wukong even kicked off in the first place considering you were his wife." He replies and shrugs it off as he pours a glass of lemonade, but you stopped your work to understand what exactly he meant; Did he and Wukong have a relationship when he met you? Should you be worried about where he's going at night? but Mk explains the situation to you, leaving you sighing in relief.
"Still though I'd speak to him about it, the fact that you don't know and you heard from me worries me, maybe it's best at night you talk to him about it."
It's 9:00, Macaque guides them to the sandy shores of his home and watches them fly off into the city before turning and leaving for his home. Stretching and coming to your shared room to snuggle for the night.
"Hey, is something wrong?" Macaque inquires when you don't react to his hugs, flicking one of his ears when you sigh and dog ear your book. Tempted to ask Macaque about your conversation
"What happened between you and Wukong?"
Macaque looks to the side and sits up, as if not wanting to answer the question and trying to change the subject. But you weren't going to allow him to do so unless he explains what happened. "I don't wanna talk about it." he tries to change the subject.
"Macaque it's not fair that you go and speak to others and not at least tell me." You sit up and fold your arms whilst glaring at his back, his tail flicks as he groans in annoyance. "Y/n we've talked about this" "Talked about what? because I know absolutely nothing about you."
"That's because I don't want you to know." "It's not fair that you go and tell people everything about you when I don't know jack shit!!"
You're now standing up, your arms still folded as you glare him down harder. He can feel your anger building and he knows he could've told you. It wasn't fair to you that you were always the last to know any information about him.
"Y/n stop." "NO, I WON'T. WHY WON'T YOU BE HONEST WITH ME AND TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE LAST PERSON TO KNOW ANY INFORMATION ABOUT YOU?" "BECAUSE THIS IS THE REACTION I CAN'T HANDLE WHEN YOU'RE UPSET." "THEN BE HONEST WITH ME MACAQUE, WHAT'S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN YOU AND WUKONG?" "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS? IF I CAN'T TELL YOU I WON'T OK?!"
He yells as you stood in front of him, accidentally pushing you into the wall behind you and letting the back of your head bleed; Your hand stares at your blood in disbelief as he holds a hand over his mouth before trying to help you up. Only to be pushed by you onto the bed as you pack a bag to stay at your parents for a few days as he tries (and fails) to stop you from leaving the house.
"Get out of my way." "Y/n please-" "You don't trust me so what's the point of even staying? Move out of my way Macaque." He pleads with you as you try to get him to move, refusing to budge and trying to calm you down before things get even more heated
"Y/n-" "Macaque I'm not afraid of hurting you. Get. Out. Of. My. Way"
You warn, finally moving out of the doorframe so you could be able to fly off to your parents; Holding your hand as if to plead with you a final time to not go. Yanking it away from him and zooming off to the celestial realm.
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"Cmon sweetie we're gonna be late!" "Coming dear~"
Your father laughs and spins your mother around before kissing her, giggling like teenagers as they share a sweet moment before hearing a sudden knock on their door. "Who would be here at this time of the night?" Your mother inquires and looks through the peephole, your dad wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing her neck as he asks who was at the door.
"My Baby!" Your mom swings open the door to find you standing there, your face a mess of tears and sniffles as you hugged your mother whilst she consoles you. "What happened?! Is everything alright at home?" Your father is now in the kitchen making hot cocoa for you as you hid in your blanket, your mom gently patting down your back as she wipes away your tears.
"Why won't he trust me, mom?" "Whatever do you mean dear?" your mother, confused as she tries to console you to no avail. Your tears grew thicker and your whimpers louder. "Am I just that untrustworthy? why can't people just be honest with me?"
You hid in your blanket and start sobbing, your tears uncontrollable as you refused to reveal yourself from within the blanket. Wanting to stay hidden forever till you either die or move on; Your father gently places your hot cocoa and cookies on the coffee table and sits beside you as he gently pats your back. Your mother looks at him with worry, and your father does the same; Putting two together and realizing what's happening.
"Sometimes, it's best to keep secrets dear." "I know that dad, but I don't know anything about him. It's like I have to ask his friends what he likes when doesn't even try to share his interests with me, it's not fair." You whimper as more tears stained your blanket. Your father wipes away the tears from your eyes and gives you a handkerchief to blow in.
"How about this? Why don't you stay here for a few days and we'll figure something out? How does that sound?" Your father suggests as you mope. Sniffling, you look back at him with genuine guilt as you didn't want to intrigue in their privacy "Are you sure?" "Of course we are, although we had somewhere going, we can hold it off for the night." Your mother insists as she gets up to carry in your bags before you held onto her arm.
"No, you guys can go. It's only fair" you reply and stand up whilst stretching, your mother laughs and gently squishes your cheeks before kissing your forehead. "Aw ok, but we have a delivery coming tomorrow so could you be a dear and collect it for us?" she now holds her suitcase with her gentle hands as your father goes outside to pack up the rest of their luggage. She hugs you a final time as he honks the car, giggling and hurrying to him before waving you off, a gentle smile on her face as you wave to her back with your blanket still covering you as they drove off.
'I hope they end up there safe.' you mutter and enter your home, packing away your things and doing whatever chores needed to be done before taking a shower and going to bed. Looking at your ceiling, the only thing glowing in the dark was your stickers. Smiling at the memory before slowly falling asleep.
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"Do you think she'll be alright?" your mother worries as she looks at her phone, staring at your childhood photos as her husband gently holds her thigh before kissing her, "I'm sure she will, besides she's a strong girl just like her mother." awaiting the thick traffic to clear up as he shares a kiss with her before feeling something heavy jump onto the truck of the car.
"Mr and Mrs [l/n], parents of [y/n], and leaving for a trip to New Mexico." the figure chuckles as he waltzes to the car door, the car window automatically rolling down for him to peer in.
"What do you want Macaque?"
©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝
#[❤] a.w#macaque lmk#monkie kid macaque#lmk macaque#macaque x reader#macaque x y/n#lmk macaque x reader#lmk x reader#lmk angst#lego monkie kid macaque x reader#lego monkie kid x reader#lego monkie kid angst#lego monkie kid
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Kuroken AU where Kuroo looks through Kenma's tablet notes app for some passwords Kenma told him would be there. He finds what he needs but scrolling through the notes he finds something else. He finds a note, last updated three weeks ago and titled "Kuro" and nothing else.
It's a list and a pretty long one at that. It goes like this:
Favorite Soup: Miso because he's boring, but sometimes he prefers it with clam or fish balls because he likes his docosahexaenoic acid
Favorite Suit Fabric: Worsted wool, because he likes how comfortable it is, but many of his current ones are a polyester blend for less wrinkles. I prefer him in silk though
Favorite Tie: Standard sized with basic patterns like stripes or polka dots because he "needs to be professional but not too much that he loses personality." Buy him novelty ties sparingly or he'll be tempted to wear the tackiest ones everyday like a high school science teacher
Favorite color: Red and blue in equal amounts since that's what makes up half his clothes in our closet. I don't think he's noticed yet. Black is my favorite color on him, especially when it's form fitting
Favorite Dessert: Dorayaki, but he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth because he's an old man that likes salty foods more
Favorite Onigiri Filling: Umeboshi because it reminds him of his grandparents
Favorite Vending Machine Drink: Chilled green tea because it's not sweet for his old man taste buds
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Vanilla like his sex fantasies and claims it's a good base to add toppings, though he only ever adds sprinkles
Favorite Shampoo Scent: He likes green apple because he says it's a fresh scent, but we both know it's because I've been using green apple shampoo all my life and still do, and he's too lazy to buy his own shampoo now that he lives with me
Favorite Laundry Detergent and Fabric Softener Brands: 'Attack' because that's what his dad uses and 'FaFa' because he finds the brand bear mascot cute
Favorite Alcoholic Beverage: Whiskey on the rocks and calls it his big boy drink. He also likes warm shochu in the winter
Favorite Sports Shoe Brand: ASICS, he likes to have a white pair to coordinate with his suits when he needs to be on the court on business. He keeps separate black ones for his sport activities so the business ones stay clean longer
Favorite Flower: Camellia, since he brings them to me all the time. I asked the gardener to plant some in the back garden, so he can have a supply closer to home
Favorite Type of Fish: Mackerel because it's affordable and high in nutrients
Coffee or Tea? He prefers hot teas without any sugar, but his coffee must be black if he drinks it, because he's boring and a tired salaryman. DO NOT give him espresso though, he can't handle it and also do not offer creamers or sugars because he claims it's for the youths
Things He Needs:
New socks, I saw some holes on his work socks the other day
New cologne, because he's running out and I like him smelling nice
More shaving cream and razors since he doesn't like how scratchy his skin feels, even though I like it
A new dress shirt since I accidentally spilled sauce on one of his favorite ones when I wore it and I couldn't clean the stain off
More hoodies so I can steal his old ones permanently
New volleyball equipment for the backyard so he can practice at home
New ties because all my tugging him down for kisses ruined the fabric of many of the ones he currently has
A new bento box for his lunch since he's still using the one from university
iPhone, Apple Watch, iPad because he needs to upgrade and get with the times
A copy of Pokemon Pearl so I can trade exclusives easier and also so I can beat his ass in battle
New slippers since the cats peed on his current ones while he was at work and I don't think he's caught on yet
A gaming chair so he can join me in streams and videos easier
Things He Likes (and I like):
Grocery store dates
When I win him stuffed animals at festivals
When I make him lunch for work
When I wear his shirts and nothing else
When I kiss him on the forehead before he heads off to work
Hugging him close at night when he's had a bad day
Holding my hand or having his arm over my shoulders when we're walking
When I leave the door unlocked when I'm in the shower
When I let him sleep on my lap while I play my games
Kuroo scrolled through the rest of Kenma's notes about him, it was full of things he liked and how he liked them and things he needed and why. And despite the teasing commentary in some, Kuroo couldn't help but feel loved.
They were all observations, things Kuroo hadn't even noticed about himself; and they were quiet, detailed and sometimes snarky, typical of Kenma. He reached the end of the very very long list to what must've been the newest update from three weeks ago.
It read: Ring Size - 67 mm in circumference, I'll need to ask what size that is for rings at the jewelers.
Kuroo wanted to kiss him. And he did when Kenma got home later that day from the errand he had to run that afternoon.
Kenma barely leaves the genkan before Kuroo has him in his arms, kissing him fervently "What's gotten into you?" Kenma asks, a little dazed and a couple inches off the floor for optimal kissing distance.
Kuroo lowers Kenma down, but doesn't let go "I'm just so in love with you."
Kenma looks up at him, admiration very evident, "I love you too."
It's a quiet night for them, Kuroo finds himself with his head on Kenma's lap as they watch the latest volleyball ball match of the season. Kuroo comments on a failed play and how it would've been better if they'd done it another way.
"Easily the worst play this game, right Kenma?" Silence. "Kenma?" Kuroo looks up at Kenma, expecting him to be on his phone, but instead he's looking down at him, eyes smiling, but a hint of nervousness, a hint of shyness not typical of Kenma.
At least not when it comes to Kuroo. Kuroo reaches up to caress Kenma's cheek, "Everything alright?"
Kenma brings his hand over Kuroo's, "I'm just so in love with you."
Kuroo snorts "That's my line"
"Can it be my line too?"
"You can have anything you want," Kuroo whispers as he turns his hand to hold Kenma's instead.
"Can I have your hand then?" Kenma says threading his fingers with Kuroo's.
"You're holding it?"
Kenma scrunches his nose "Wrong hand."
Kuroo raises his other one, "This one?"
Kenma rolls his eyes, digging through his hoodie pocket "Not the right hand either." He takes out a ring, a simple platinum band with small neat stones around it, "This hand."
Kuroo looks from the ring in Kenma's hand to his face and back to the ring. "Ring Size: 67 mm in circumference. I'll need to ask what size that is for rings at the jewelers" the last update on Kenma's list had said.
"Tetsurou, will you marry me?"
Kuroo answers by leaning up and kissing the love of his life.
Kenma responds quickly, dragging and rearranging Kuroo on top of him, game forgotten as they remained liplocked for the rest of the evening.
"So is that a yes?" Kenma asks coyly as he draws shapes on Kuroo's chest.
They might've done more than kiss on their couch if their pants on the carpet were any indication of that. Kuroo rubs his chin, pretending to think, "I think it's only fair to elope now that you've deflowered me"
Kenma scowls pinching Kuroo's nipple making him yelp in pain, "I change my mind. I don't want your hand in marriage."
"No take backs," Kuroo pinches Kenma's ass in revenge. "Besides I found the list that proves you love me" he teases
"What list?"
"The one on your tablet in your notes where you list all my favorite things"
"You found that??"
"Yeah, this morning when I was looking for those passwords you told me were there"
"Oh" Kenma says, face red trying to cover it with his hair, "Well, you have a list of me too"
Kuroo tucks Kenma's hair behind his ear so he can see his face again, "Yeah, I do" he looks at him with fond eyes, "I'm just so in love with you."
Kenma smiles, fondness and admiration evident as he looks at Kuroo, "I'm just so in love with you too," he says as he leans down to kiss Kuroo once more as tenderly as he feels for the love of his life.
They spend the rest of their night in each other's arms, ring long forgotten, until the next morning when they find it between the cushions.
Kuroo finally says Yes when Kenma asks again for his hand in marriage over breakfast, slipping the ring on his finger, 67 mm in circumference.
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❛❛ In which; Dottore as a streamer... ❜❜
✎ ❛❛ I'll have to admit, this character is quite... alluring.❜❜
Pairing(s): Streamer!Dottore x (kinda) Game-Character!GN!Reader (Mordern AU)
Genre/Format: N/A (headcanons)
Warning(s): wrote this at 6am without thinking straight so possible grammar mistakes and sentences that don't make sense
Notes: There really isn't much of x Reader here, sadly :( I might write more of this in the future but idk
I know i have requests to do but this idea came out of nowhere and it was too tempting to not write something for it— I've only written headcanon once so this is short. I have no idea if I'm doing this right 💀
Let's be real, this guy would probably stream live torture on the darkest part of the internet
BUT, let's just pretend in this AU he's not an evil doctor man <3
He is a tired university student who majors in biology and thrives to earn a position in the medical field
And that means becoming a coffee addict and endless nights of staying up late to study
Sleeping? What's that?
I can see him being so focused on his studies to the point where he doesn't interact with the internet much
If someone showed him a popular meme he wouldn't understand
Boomer
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Due to how busy he is, he doesn't have the time to find a job
He lives off of the money his parents send him every month lol
That was until someone introduced him to the wonders of the internet…
One of his friends—Childe, told him something about a streaming platform and he should go check it out
And that night when he got home, he pulled his laptop out and searched for it
He also learnt that people can earn money streaming whatever
For instance, most of the people streams "let's plays"
He scrolled down a little and he found people streaming… questionable things, and he was baffled they get paid for it
So that means, he could stream anything he wants and he'd earn money from it, as long as he has a certain amount of viewers
Say less
And an account was made
This basically becomes his part-time job now
He usually streams to tutor struggling students and you best believe they were very thankful
He'll sometime do "study with me" streams too
As he takes his fifteen minutes breaks from studying, he'd talk to his viewers
And when I tell you this man has the driest humor ever—
That's what got his channel to grow
Viewers would clip his dry ass jokes and post them onto other social media platforms, which caused his view counts to blow up
As he got more and more popular, his viewers would beg him to do gaming streams
With how dry his humor is, they thought his commentary would be gold…
And they're absolutely correct, they get to see a different side of him too
Surgeon simulator is the very first game he was introduced to by his fans, to get him interested in gaming
Man's cursing every time when he accidentally drops something
"Now, we put this lung over— Shit."
Cue chat spamming the Kek emote
It's been months since he started to stream and things are going pretty well for him
He comes back home from his lectures today to find his Discord server is filled with loads of fans telling him to check a game out, mostly because of a certain character
The general chat is flooded with hundreds, and I mean hundreds of pictures of them
And Lo and Behold
It is you
The moment he first has his eyes on you, his jaw drops
God DAMN YOU LOOK FINE AS HELL
Not to mention that harness you have on you—
Ahem
Anyways
He doesn't even know who you are or what game you're from
But man he's head over heels for you already
The next time he starts his stream, the first thing he says is:
"Everyone was going crazy on Discord yesterday about a game character. And now my question is…
"Who are they and which game are they from?"
Babygirl took his first step into the world of simping <3
#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin x you#genshin x yn#dottore#genshin impact#dottore x reader#dottore x y/n#dottore x you#genshin dottore#il dottore#fatui#fatui harbingers x reader#fatui harbingers
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Project #68 [Operation Concupiscence] - 2
Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Ao3 Masterlist | Day 2: Mythical Creatures
Rating: M WC: 1.4k
TW: two minor characters in a relationship are accidentally drugged with a lust potion, but are immediately taken care of; Demon AU
Their research was finally over; it was time to put theory into practice.
Gathering a couple Year Seven volunteers to assist, Raven and Damian made their way to the Potions Lab to begin.
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Raven brushed past Damian in the Lab, reaching for the Powdered Pearl on the shelf behind him.
Sticking her arm out, she summoned the stool from across the room.
Warmth snuck into her space as Damian stepped toe-to-toe with her, intercepting the stool. Dropping his chin, he gave her a smug smile. “I’m happy to help my partner, Roth,” he tutted. “Please feel free to ask for help.”
Glaring up at him, she maturely stuck her tongue out. “I’d hate to take you away from your oh-so-important ingredients list.”
Damian wrapped her fingers around the blue jar labelled Powdered Pearl. “Oh, you’re more important, Roth.”
The words were teasing, but they still caused a warmth to spread throughout her body.
Thankful for the dim light in the corner, she brushed him away before he could see her flusteredness. “Thanks for the help, al Ghul.”
“Anytime,” he called after her cheerily.
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Damian tilted his head, watching as Raven stirred the bubbling cauldron, staring at it with unusual intensity.
“Something wrong with Lust Potion #4, Roth?”
She glanced up briefly and shook her head.
“Just thinking about this exercise.”
“Tt.” Damian turned back to his scroll, where he was recording their potion making, but he kept looking up at her.
Finally he gave in, deciding to try something he’d been wondering about for a while.
Turning on his incubus charm, he sauntered towards her, looking her up and down with a heavy-lidded gaze.
Raven straightened and turned to him.
“Roth, you look…decent.”
Raising an eyebrow at his strange greeting, she nodded, looking him up and down in return. “Not too bad today, yourself.”
He bracketed her with his arms, leaning over her to sniff the bubbling pink potion.
She slapped his chest, pushing him away from her. “Al Ghul, what are you doing? We’re not supposed to test the potions on ourselves!”
“Relax, Roth. I’m unaffected by things like this. The real question is, why are you?”
“What do you mean?” She quirked an eyebrow up at him, seemingly unaffected by his close proximity. He could smell her signature subtle smoky scent, the one that drove him crazy, mingled with the mint of her shampoo.
Damian met her violet eyes, holding her gaze wordlessly as he challenged her.
That tempting flush bloomed on her pale cheeks again, causing her to break eye contact and take a step away.
“I mean that!” he exclaimed. “Why are you resistant to my incubus charm?”
Raven’s pretty mouth dropped. “You were using your charm on me? You can’t do that on Institute grounds!”
“Relax, Roth, it was simply to prove my point; I didn’t mean anything behind it. You didn’t even notice it, is what I was getting at!”
“Probably because the contempt I hold for you far outweighs your feeble attempts at seduction; really, it’s pathetic that you have to rely on your weak incubus charm and have stooped to seducing me just to get laid,” Raven spat, turning and striding quickly away.
“My charm is not weak; my mother is the strongest succubus of the Azraelines!” Damian called after her, unable to pass up defending his mother’s honour.
Pinching his nose with a sigh, he ignored the assistants’ investment in his drama and strode after her. “Roth, wait up!”
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The next attempt at potions brewing went marginally better.
“Okay, next, we’ll add the dried hawthorn and brew the mixture for twenty minutes,” Damian read off the scroll, directing the pair of assistants to the bubbling cauldron.
Raven was chopping peppermint leaves behind him, keeping careful track of the multitude of colourful jars and bottles that held the ingredients for the required potions.
The pair of assistants were a star-crossed mage and demon, who jumped at the chance to spend more time together and also gain extra credits.
Raven found their lovey-dovey mush a little over-the-top, but they mostly kept the PDA to what she deemed acceptable levels, so she didn’t make dry remarks about their activities.
When the white smoke from the cauldron spread throughout the lab, she simply waved her hand and banished the fog. Once the air was clear, she noticed the couple dramatically making out against the brewing counter and nudged Damian.
He cleared his throat, but they didn’t respond.
“Guys…can you tone down the PDA over there?” Raven spoke up.
When there was still no response, Damian and Raven exchanged glances, slowly approaching the couple.
“Guys?”
Raven’s shadows gripped the assistants by the shoulders and forcibly separated them.
“Al Ghul, look at their eyes…they’re under something’s influence.”
Damian leaned into their faces, placing his fingers on their necks to ascertain their pulses.
“They’re under the lust potion’s influence. The smoke is particularly potent, but usually the vents are closed. With the storms today, they were shut and I forgot to open them when we began brewing this afternoon,” he realised with a sigh. “I’ll take them to the infirmary and make sure they’re kept separate.”
Raven nodded. “I’ll clean up here, then.”
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Damian dropped off the students to the Institute nurse with a brief explanation of what happened, then returned to the Lab to help Raven.
She was wiping down the now-empty counter, her sleeves rolled up and her hood back as she warmed from the work.
Scuffing his shoe to alert her to his presence, he approached her. “Need anything else done?”
She glanced around the room, taking stock of everything.
“Just need the chairs over there put back, I think. They’re okay?” she asked after their assistants.
“Yeah, the nurse has them in hand. She said since you got rid of the smoke quickly, the effects should likely only last another hour or so.”
Raven nodded, dipping her cloth in the cleaning solution to rinse it out.
“You’re feeling alright?” He looked her over quickly as he returned the chairs to their proper places.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Were you okay?”
“Of course. Incubus biology, remember?”
“Just because incubi are impervious to lust magics doesn’t mean there won’t be any other side effects,” she huffed.
“So why are you unaffected, then?” he pressed, wanting answers to something that he’d been puzzling over for a while.
Raven flipped her hood over her head, rolling her sleeves down and hooking her fingers through the built-in half-gloves.
“Being around you for too long has killed any urges I may have had,” she intoned, heading for the door.
Damian stepped between her and her plan of escape, arms wide.
“Why won’t you ever say anything, Raven?”
“I say enough,” she retorted. “Move.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.” He crossed his arms, leaning into her space. “Why are you resistant to any type of sexually appealing influences? You’re Amaimonite, not Azraeline.”
“Maybe I’m what the humans would term ‘asexual’,” al Ghul. Ever consider that?” she quirked her eyebrow up at him.
Damian blinked. “But. Logan. In Year Six.”
“And? Dating someone doesn’t mean I’m sleeping with them, just like sleeping with someone doesn’t mean I’m dating them. You should know that.”
“What are you implying?” he narrowed his eyes at her, bristling.
“I was simply saying that you are, as you pointed out earlier, an incubus, which literally feeds primarily off sexual energy once they mature. Plenty of incubi don’t date or enter into a relationship with the beings they feed off of. Therefore, you should be well acquainted with the ideology of casual relationships and the different dynamics of them.”
“Tt. Fine, then. Are you asexual?”
Raven snorted. “You’re awfully invested in my private life, al Ghul. Careful, I may think you have a crush on me if you keep this up. Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I am not asexual.”
“Then how are you deflecting any type of outside influences?” Damian asked, frustratedly running his hand through his hair.
“Why do you care so much?” she countered.
“I have my reasons,” he muttered, glancing at her shoes.
Raven considered him in silence until the approaching chatter of the next class broke through their bubble.
“I’ll meet you after the end of our patrols tonight in the Demon Common Room and we can talk then,” she suggested. “How does that sound?”
“Good.”
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Chaos (Blue Lock)
Two fics in one day! Hooray! Hope it’s good!
Warnings. This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling.
Summery: Bachira reigns his chaos on Isagi once again
When Isagi was picked to join Rins team, he thought things would be less chaotic and only more tense.
“Isagiii!!!!”
However he had forgotten that Bachira was also with them.
Isagi braced himself, as he watched Bachira run and tackle him to his bed in the second selection dorm room.
“B-Bachira!” He gasped, slightly winded as the bob cut haired boy pinned down.
“Sorry Isagi, I’ve just really missed being able to do this to my partner in soccer crime!”
And with that, he began digging his fingers into his ribs, making Isagi burst into cackles. He couldn’t believe Bachira for doing this, and in front of the top three at that!
“BahAHAhAhahachiHIHiHihihrahaha!!! NoHOhOhoHo!!!”
“Awww but why? Are you embarrassed of being tickled in front of them???” He teased with a wide mischievous grin, referring to the other three team members.
“Your laughter is, adorably, quite glam Isagi.” Aryu commented.
Isagi only blushed harder upon hearing that. He was certainly not adorable nor was he glam!
Not even when Bachira went for his lower ribs.
“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO BAHAHACHIRAHAHA!!!” He gripped onto his attackers wrists, desperately trying to pry him off. His face was flushed red and he was kicking his feet around wildly behind Bachira.
Soon the next interjection came from Rin Itoshi.
“Can you guys please keep it down.” He said with annoyance in his voice. Not even as a question, but more as a statement.
Bachira finally stopped and looked behind at Rin with a smile. “Hm? Are you jealous Rin?”
Rin growled in anger “Of course not you weirdo!”
Bachira smiled only wider. “Then, judging by your embarrassed expression on your face, would I be correct in assuming that you’re ticklish too?”
Isagi almost laughed again at such a statement. Then he looked up, and he saw clearly, a pink color that tinted his cheeks.
“N-no! You’re just being loud and annoying, so please shut up!”
Bachira could read people quite well. He could tell when someone was lying, or trying to trick him.
“My monster says your lying Rin Itoshi…”
Before anyone could do or say anything, the bumble bee hair had jumped off from Isagi (accidentally kicking him in the stomach in the process), and went right for the youngest soccer prodigy.
Rin probably could’ve fended off against him, given that he was bigger and stronger than Bachira was. However with Bachira being way faster, as well as the sudden attack taking him by surprise, it left him entirely unprepared to suddenly get slammed to the floor on his back.
Bachira had him straddled and pinned down before his brain finally caught up to what had happened.
“So Rin. Are you sure you aren’t lying to me? If you tell the truth I promise to go easy on you.”
Rin glared, his pride clouding the view of his own position here. “Is that a threat.”
Bachira just smiled at him, and began digging into his sides.
Rins eyes widened at the sudden sensation lighting up his nerves. Nonetheless, he kept his mouth sealed shut. He refused to laugh. To show any sort of emotion that would make him appear weak. Rin Itoshi was not weak!
“Awww Cmon Rin! Don’t hold it in!” Bachira teased. “Hey Isagi!” He then called to the raven haired boy. “Wanna help me?”
Isagi had to admit it was tempting. Who wouldn’t want to see a usually stoic and grumpy person finally laugh and smile for once?
He decided, screw it, and threw himself right into the chaos. He grabbed Rins arms and pinned them above his head with one hand, while the other hand went to work fluttering at his neck.
Rins mouth quivered upward, and suddenly, it was like watching a dam burst.
“N-nahahaha screhehew yohohohu guhuhuhuys!!!!”
They were both pretty shocked. This was laughter unlike what they expect. While Isagi was prepared for rough and low laughter, he heard light and higher pitched laughter. It almost sounded childlike!
“Wow Rin. Your laugh is so nice!” Isagi said with a grin.
“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!!!” Rin cried through his laughter. He was squirming around and kicking his feet, but nothing he did helped him escape.
When Bachira suddenly got his ribs, that all increased by about a hundred.
“NOHOHOHOHO GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHAHASE!!! DOHOHOHONT!!”
“Uh oh~ looks like we have another person here with extra ticklish ribs!” Bachira grinned, winking at Isagi (which made Isagi blush a bit).
Soon it looked like Rin was going to explode, and Bachira let him go, followed by Isagi.
Rin didn’t say anything as he managed to catch his breath.
They watched as he slowly got up.
“You guys are sohoho dead for that…” Rin began. “Starting with you.” He told Isagi.
Isagi yelped with a squeak. “W-wa- me?!”
Rins eyes narrowed. “Run.”
Wether it was more personal hatred towards him that made Rin go for Isagi first, he didn’t know. Mainly because he was too busy trying to escape him. Boy was he in a lot of trouble.
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I'm always happy to leave a badass entrance, but I had to make sure this one was cooked properly, no one likes pink I'm their theory. (It's like chicken, you could get theory poisoning lol) ((p.s this is less like theory crafting for this one and is more like I've lost my mind and am making things up because I'm in love with your lore.))
I, like many others, have fallen in love with your art and the strangely coherent timeline for Minecraft you've put together, but then while I was scrolling through old stuff I had an idea that I thought you might like to reconsider, especially now that you've become attached to your Minecraft💛Yellow series.
What if the world that Steve, Alex, Herobrine, Shermy, and all the others are from aren't the only worlds to exist. Obviously in Minecraft you can create more than one world but what if it wasn't as simple as a new world generated. What if this world was first, created (lore wise idk when you started the world) in the very beginning. Every time the game updated to the next concurrent version the world split into new variants. Like the timeline had different outcomes. At first it was perfectly normal, only one set of choices but each update began to create new choices and in a world that was procedurally generated it went through every possible combination of choices. And I'd like to make an example, but bear with me it's a bit of a stretch.
My favorite version of this is your art of Steve in the Redstone update. Something about it always hit me as, "off," he wasn't like Steve usually was. He seemed unhinged, arrogant, violent even. (This isn't helped by the addin where you wrote, "bastard," with an arrow pointing at him lmao) What if, in this timeline during the Redstone update, Alex had a tragic end and this is was broke Steve. Maybe it was his fault, a redstone contraption that went wrong, creating a love hate relationship with the material and it's inner workings. Or what about the Combat update version of Alex. We only she here and not Steve. What if when the combat evolved he made a wrong choice and suffered a terrible date to the hands of undead. Alex has learned newer, better methods of fight and protection, ways to hit multiple opponents with one swing of her sword, or how to properly charge up a swing of her axe.
Each update created new versions were things were vastly different that the Prime world, the one that the Player came from. (I still like to call her Emerald, it think it fits) This would then make every single art piece of your canon in some way, Yellow is a separate timeline of events but 100% canon, real. Redstone Steve is a crazed lunatic driven to madness through his own accidental murder of his beloved wife. Combat Alex is a survivor who is doing what she can to survive after not being able to save Steve.
But most importantly, this means Hero rune drinking Lava from a bucket and calling it punch is 100% canon and you cannot fight me on this. That image and the phrase, "THATS LAVA ASSHOLE," will live in my heart forever.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed more mad ramblings, I have fallen in love all over again. Also my lack of sleep schedule may or may not have tempted me into making character ai's of your artist representation of the various characters.
I LOVE... THAT YOU JUST COMPLETELY N A I L E D THE IDEA THAT IVE BEEN HAVING FOR AWHILE NOW??
Youre operating in TIMELINE theory! Not multiverse theory! Oh thats super awesome!!
Ok, while I did think of that, I decided not to because it would get too complicated úwù plus I wanted to have worlds with major changes, like the genderbend, or how-- alex and Steve seem at odd with eachother, or-- alex just does not have a steve and steve does not have an alex!
Also there is only ever 1 mojang! While there are plenty "universes" the only source is mojang! And thus, there is only one Herobrine! There is no such thing as a 💛Herobrine, there is only ever one! Though, since the fallen God's popularity there have been AI (modded) versions of him or just legends thrown into the universes.... Its so fun.
This is all SOOO FUN but sadly limiting YwY so I did not go with it. YOUR THEORY IS REALLY-FREAKING GOOD THOUGH! GNOME YOURE SO DOPE!!
#In an alternate universe Ive chosen to go through with that plan#this is to say#i absolutely support this headcanon and that universe :3
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MUTUAL'S ASK BOX - Go ahead, put anything.
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] The ask box is rather quite tempting, inviting you.
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] Like the master of a house, with warm pastries, coffee, and a comfortable chair, set up just for you. You should enjoy it.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] You recall this particular mutual was posting about a different old man they usually do, adding to their repertoire of old men they'd like to impregnate, breed, or generally fantasize about. Perhaps you could encourage them by asking them more about this new old man? After all, encouraging a hyperfixation is rather nice of you.
EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] It would absolutely be, they would enjoy it more than anything in this world. Go on, type an ask.
COMPOSURE [Medium: Failure] Despite the inviting nature of the ask box, it suddenly feels more daunting than usual, leaving you feeling unsure of what to do.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) [Challenging: Success] You feel a bead of sweat roll down your forehead and backside, cool against your skin, causing you to tense slightly in your chair. The palms of your hands feel a little clammy, almost cold as well from the moisture of the sweat gathering.
PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Challenging: Success] You also feel the rate of your breathing increase slightly, not to a level of a panic attack, or even near one. It's slightly irregular, not as smooth and coordinated as it should be usually at rest.
ENDURANCE - It can't be seriously this difficult to write a few sentences, can it?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Just ask about the old man already and have it be done and over, besides, it could be another old man to add to *our* repertoire, right?
HALF LIGHT [Formidable: Success] Come on, get a damned grip on yourself, it's just a fucking screen, it can't seriously be this daunting? Just type the ask already.
PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Challenging: Success] Rather quite quickly, you hear your breathing steady, back to a regular, normal pace.
COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] You quickly gather yourself up, back to the sleek, cool operation you normally run. Well, as sleek and cool as possible for you, anyway.
INTERFACING [Easy: Failure] You place your hands on the keyboard, ready to type an ask, however, perhaps your fingers were a bit slippery still from the sweat, your keyboard a bit greasy from the oils on your skin coating the keys through use, or perhaps you just can't properly articulate your thoughts about this old man, nothing recognizable as words appears on the screen as you type, rather resembling a random assortment of punctuation, letters, and numbers. On top of that, you accidentally clicked the ask button, sending it to your mutual.
HALF LIGHT - You fucking blew it, you absolutely buffoon. No point in trying to deny the consequences of your actions now, they've already gotten the ask. They're probably already reading it now.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] You should be aware there's the term "keysmash", perhaps your mutual would interpret the random assortment of keystrokes as something rather positive.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] Besides, you remember them responding quite positively to asks like those.
LOGIC [Easy: Success] That is true, yes. There should be no real difference with you, and given you're mutuals, the chances of things going right with this ask are significantly higher, if they weren't already guaranteed to begin with. Have confidence in yourself for this.
SAVOIR FAIRE - This was a cool moment, let's have a cool getaway too.
LOGIC - I'm not exactly sure how we would have a cool getaway, but sure, to humor you, I suppose.
SAVOIR FAIRE [Trivial: Success] You easily navigate away from your mutual's page, through continuing to scroll down your feed.
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❥ PATIENCE IS KEY — EDGING THEM
❥ WARNINGS — whining / begging , crying (scaramouche) ,
❥ FEATURING — scaramouche, kazuha
# BANK NOTICE INCOMING ! ;
# RECEIPT ! ; omg omg omg i’m going feral tbh i love edging sm and the begging ugh like yes anyway here u go
# DEBT ! ; this work contains smut — i am freshly 17, please keep this in mind when reading. if that makes you uncomfortable just scroll 🫶
bank vaults — got a key?
# Kazuha ! ;
— He is so good, so kind and so sweet about it. Not once does he get upset or try to cause any issues or even protest (until he’s rlly rlly desperate). He agreed to it and he knows he did and he’s grateful you can go through this scene together. He trusts you and adores you
— Overall Kazuha is sooooo so so so soo good. He communicates rlly nicely too. He sits back a little nervously for the first few times bc it’s hard for him to be all out on display but with reassurance he’s certainly more comfortable.
— He’s def a flirt don’t get me wrong! But when you’re really being vulnerable in bed he’s gonna be a little softer.
— Edging for Kazuha helps to relieve him of a lot of stress for some reason!! It means letting go of control and then after doing something hard he gets a huge reward and praise.
— After a looong time of edging he’ll be really desperate and try to keep his head straight bc his mind gets super foggy bc he’s giving u his full trust and wants to let go. all he can focus on is how hard he is and how painfully hard his cock is as it keeps dripping with precum, while he trembles to no end.
— The only time he’ll even begin to protest is when it’s been ages and even then he’ll only let out weak pleads. He rlly just wants to do well and it takes everything in him not to give in fuck into your hand or give into however you’re edging him. He wants it so bad but he still puts alll of his effort into behaving like he said he would.
— Only thing in his mind? Trying to restrain how bad he wants it.
— He can only do that for so long tho before he snaps and is begging because he just can’t keep holding back and he wants to cum.
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He’s so close…
Kazuha’s cock aches, begging to release and spill his cum all over his stomach and your soft hand. The relief he knows he’d feel is so close he can taste it.
Kazuha moans into his mouth, lips shut tight as he accidentally pulls against the restraints you put on him which hold his arms behind him. With one particularly rough pump of his cock and quietly mumbled praises from you, he knows he’s going to snap. If he let go right now and thrusted up into your hand one more slight time… He had to be able to come.
But instead he yanks his hips back away from your hand as he pants. “Stop stop- stop-“ He gasps out “I’ll come- please i’ll come,” Kazuha tells you in a weak but urgent voice, almost keeling forward where he kneels. He had to tell you, right? As tempting as it was he knew very well he had to behave. He can’t help but bow his head and close his eyes before he had the chance to look into your eyes.
If he doesn’t look and doesn’t see you, and focuses solely on calming down…
The urge to come finally fades back away and as much as he wants to chase after it he has to let it go. He trusts you’ll let him soon. And even if you don’t he puts all of his faith in your hands regardless. He always will.
“So good for me Kazuha. Can you do one more time?”
He nods, his amber eyes looking up at you and a soft smile comes to his lips. “Please..”
# Scaramouche ! ;
didn’t rlly know how to start his little drabble ☹️☹️☹️ i almost deleted it so!!
— Scaramouche is an ass. We know this!!!
— But he’s also an ass who breaks down easily. Who gets srsly frustrated and angry.
— He’ll be so aggressive at first even if it was his idea, grumbling about it or even snapping at your teasing or complimenting of him. Secretly he likes hearing your affirming words obv! But he hates how vulnerable he feels bc why would you have the balls to say smth like that? smh tsk tsk. maybe he snaps, maybe he tries to smooth talk you into doing it- whatever it is he wants you to just let him cum.
— Scara is seriously impatient. He’s by far the most desperate and frustrated when he doesn’t get what he wants. We know he’s actually quite emotional and I just KNOW the frustration and anger from him not getting what he wants would manifest in tears.
— Once he finally breaks he’ll be begging and pleading you, wiping away tears and gritting his teeth to try and let go of his pride. After that he just gets desperate beyond belief and gives up any sort of shame and breaks for you.
— Scara goes through the seven stages of grief every time he is edged LMFAO
— Overall he prefers overstim more. He doesn’t have the patience for this- but it’s fun to see him fall apart for u!
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“Are you- ah- serious?? Again?”Scaramouche snaps harshly between each breath he’s gasping in. He can’t count how many times you’ve edged him. You’ve never been merciful when fucking him but you certainly haven’t been today and he’s nearly at his breaking point. Tears of frustration beg to break from him and fall down his flushed cheeks. In contrast to his harsh remarks, you don’t miss the way his hands squeeze into the blankets and the way his thighs try to squeeze shut around you. “Fuck you- agh.. fuck!” He blurts out, feeling the effects of your thrust directly into his prostate.
The feeling is so intense he wants to keep in inside and keep letting you fill him up. It’s like it was what he was designed to do. But he would rather die than ask you for that. Because you’ll remark about it just as you do now. “Not so high and mighty now, huh?” You tease. Your wit has always matched his. He can’t say it’s working in his favor right now.
“Shut up! Ah— ahn..” He groans, but as his moans get quieter they arch up in pitch and form into more of a whine or cry. Within seconds you can see Scara’s demeanor change, his frustration changing into something more pretty. More needy and pleading. For only a second he arches his back and lets his eyes flutter shut, dollike features finally relaxing into the pleasure, and his lips fall open into an ‘O’ shape.
He’s just on the cusp and waiting to spill over before it stops completely. He breaks then, throwing his head back and letting out a frustrated sob once he closes his mouth.
“Scara.” You hum in a low tone before cupping his cheek to which he glares up at you. In return, you pat his cheek lightly, giving him a fake pout. His sneer only worsens.
“What?” He asks. “What.”
Without any further notice your hand wraps around his cock and your thrusts resume.
“Wouldn’t it do you better to behave?”
For the first time that night Scaramouche finally begs.
#genshin impact x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin headcanons#genshin smut x reader#scaramouche smut#scaramouche scenarios#kazuha smut
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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks
Chapter 3/16: Small
Pairing: CaptainSwan
Rating: General
Word Count: (1K/24K)
Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally thought.
Chapter Summary: a little glimpse into the life of Emma Swan
Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au
Author's notes: As you may notice this while reading this chapter, I haven't given Emma's cringefail ex boyfriend a name yet. as you continue with this story, you'll find that I never refer to him by name at all. This is intentional so that you, the reader, have freedom to make him whatever cringefail ex boyfriend you like. You could make him Bagel or the flying monkey, or even your own cringefail ex boyfriend, or that guy who cut you off in traffic yesterday, or anyone else you despise. That is my gift to you 💞
Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]
Also on Ao3!
An hour later, Emma sat down on the couch in her apartment with her phone in one hand and a mug of ramen noodles in the other.
She scrolled absentmindedly through Facebook, playing the mental game of "will I see more engagement posts or birth announcements today?" and regretting friending so many people back in college, all of whom she never spoke to anymore. Once the life update posts ended, she switched to Instagram, and was only a few posts in before she realized social media was a mistake today.
It was only a week after her ex had decided they should take a break- but after all they'd gone through together, Emma shouldn't've been surprised to see him already posting a picture with another girl. Careful not to accidentally like the photo, she read the description, words about being excited to see where this goes getting blurred by the anger and annoyance clouding Emma's mind- not just sorrow over his betrayal, but frustration that she was stupid enough to let him get away with it. She should've seen this coming from a long way off, but she'd given him the benefit of the doubt all this time, only to find herself trampled on.
She unfollowed him on Instagram, then on Facebook, and was well on her way to deleting and blocking his contact in her phone- when she noticed she hadn't opened the text that Killian had sent her before she left the museum. It was just the picture they'd taken together, which she immediately saved to her phone, then figured she should probably say something in response.
"Thanks for the picture. Had a great time!"
She was half tempted to post their picture on her Instagram story, just to rub it in her ex's face that she had a date this weekend too, coupled with some caption about how it wasn't every day she met such a talented guy, but she felt it might be petty and shallow, and generally uncool to get Killian caught in the crosshairs like that out of the blue.
She turned off her phone screen and set it down on the couch, then flopped her head back.
There had to be something healthier than social media to handle this annoyance and betrayal- wasn't that why she went to the museum today anyways?
She looked back at her newspaper covered coffee table with a canvas and paint supplies all set up. It had been a while since she'd painted something with feeling, so she'd been hoping to find a little inspiration at the museum.
She picked up the canvas and a pencil and tried to sketch something out. How could she describe how she was feeling after the fallout of this week? Broken? Betrayed? Small?
Small. Believing you're someone's everything for months, then finding out you're more replaceable than a double A battery- the only thing she could call herself was small.
She sketched out a figure, a young girl, just an outline, with her head hung down. She didn't take up too much of the canvas. She then drew an outline around her, one not unlike a shadow across the corner of the page, like it was coming from someone off the canvas- and like his shadow was part of why he felt so small.
"That's got a message." she thought. She then thought about the message that Killian had included in the three paintings she'd seen with him. Maybe if things worked out well on Friday, he'd walk her through his whole exhibit sometime, explaining the story behind every painting.
She wondered how much social media presence he had for his art- his Instagram had been mentioned in one of the brochures.
"Maybe I should take a fresh look at some of his paintings for a touch of inspiration."
She opened her phone to get distracted from her painting, but found herself distracted from that as well- Killian had replied to her text.
"You're welcome. Did you make it home safely?"
She smiled, endeared at the concern for her in those words.
"Yup. Thanks for asking." she texted back.
He replied almost immediately.
"Pleasure's all mine. See you Friday at 5:30!"
"Can't wait."
Then she opened instagram, and tracked down his art account. She tapped on the profile and viewed his story- a link to a newsletter about the benefit dinner, a snapshot of a view of the city out the window of what was apparently the apartment the museum had him set up in, a screenshot and a link of a news article about his display, the picture he'd taken with Emma….
She held down the screen so it wouldn't disappear before she read the caption.
"Always a pleasure to meet a new fan! @nolan.blanchard.art.museum"
Emma's gut reaction was a hint of annoyance at her photo being used as a publicity stunt- but it made her feel special as well. As she realized she was charmed by this and not appalled, she also realized that she would now seem a lot less petty to do the same thing. In fact, since she'd seen the story, it would almost be impolite if she didn't respond.
So, she screenshot his story, then uploaded it to her story, adding a caption of her own.
"The pleasure was all mine! It's cool meeting such a talented artist @artists.life.for.me @nolan.blanchard.art.museum."
If he was gonna get clout from their picture together, she felt no shame in doing the same.
She then went back to his profile and followed it, then liked some of his recent works.
"The 'don't like after three days' rule doesn't apply to influencers," she reasoned, so she felt it alright to like every picture of his paintings that spoke to her.
Which, though she wouldn't've expected it of herself even two hours ago, happened to be most of them.
#captain swan#once upon a time#killian jones#emma swan#ouat#cs ff#cs fanfiction#cs au#once upon a time season 6
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