#i hope her personality shines through as loudly as i want it to

[disillusioneddanny]

People Watching (Jason/Danny)

Jason leaned back in his seat at the bookshop, his eyes no longer on his book but the couple in front of him.  They were around college age, from what Jason could see. He had started watching them when blond girl started laughing at a joke until she started to cry. It hadn’t been an all that funny joke, either but it was cute the way she seemed to hang on the brunet man’s every single word. From what Jason got from their eavesdropping, they had been together for four years. Or well, forty nine months since they had decided to loudly count out the months. 

She had a ring on her finger but she still called him her boyfriend. And they had talked about meeting in some class, metaphysical philosophy, the guy had supplied. Jason’s heart felt light as he listened to them, he was happy for them, he was. 

It was why he was watching them, why he was listening to the guy, his name was Jeremy, apparently, as he teased Hannah, the blond, about how she acted around the holidays. His heart felt light and he felt a longing that he recognized so insanely intimately. It was the same ache that he got any time he spent time people watching. 

He wanted to feel all that love and emotion for himself one day. Dreamt of the day that he would be able to be attached to the person he was holding, not just having someone warm his bed for the night. He wanted to fall without caution, to be so utterly in love with someone that he laughed at their bad jokes.  

He didn’t know if that would ever actually happen for him, though. How could it when he had screwed up so many things in his life? He had died, come back, become a murderer, a crime lord and practically ruined any chance he had at a normal life. Jason had dreams once upon a time, hopes that he wanted to accomplish one day. He had wanted to go to college and fall in love like the couple in front of him had. That wasn’t in the cards, though, not for someone who was still considered legally dead. 

“They’re so cute it’s disgusting,” a voice said with a snort. Jason looked up from his book to find someone taking a seat beside him on the plush couch, a coffee mug wrapped in their hands. “But yet, I still always get wistful when I see couples like that,” they said softly. 

“Yeah, me too,” Jason said quietly, picking up his mug of tea. 

“I’m Danny,” the man said as Jason took a moment to look over his new people watching partner. He was just a little shorter than Jason, dark black hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Jason could just barely see a hint of a tattoo peeking out from the collar of Dnany’s shirt. But the thing that really got him, was the crystal blue eyes that seemed to shine in the low lights of the cheesy hipster coffee shop they were sitting in.

“Jason,” the vigilante said with a small smile. “So, I’m assuming you’re a people watcher too?”

Danny let out a hum. “I suppose, I mean, I’m only looking just to live through them vicariously. I’ve never really been in love, at least not seriously,” he said quietly, his eyes glued to the couple, a familiar longing in his eyes. 

Jason gave him a small, tentative smile. “No I get it,” he said with a soft laugh as he looked back at the couple, the man now holding the woman’s hand in his and staring at her like she was the only person in the world. “I have a problem with cutting people out if they get too close. I end up all alone each time, but for some reason I just keep hoping that I’ll find it one day.”

Danny nodded and took a sip of his coffee before he looked over at Jason and gave him a kind smile. “It’s scary,” he admitted quietly. “To let someone get so close, to let them love you, even the bad parts of you that you try to keep hidden away.”

“It is,” Jason admitted, carefully closing his book, taking note of the page he had left it on. “It’s funny, I read so many romance novels, I love romantic comedies but to actually allow myself to feel vulnerable like that in my day to day life? It’s fuckin’ terrifying.”

At that, his new friend let out a soft laugh and nodded his head. “It’s so scary to let someone know me. It’s just so much safer to just not allow people to get close and know all of my secrets. But at the same time,  it’s all just so monotone and lonely,” he said, his eyes still shining with an unspoken sadness. 

Jason knew what he was going to say next was going to sound cheesy as fuck. Knew that there was a chance that Danny was going to laugh in his face. But he had to try, had to just give himself a moment to shoot his shot and see if maybe it would work. How could it not? Even if Danny didn’t know Jason’s exact problems or hangups, he still understood where Jason was coming from. Knew just as well at how terrifying it was to let someone know him. 

“I know we just met, and I started this conversation in a really depressing way,” Danny started, turning to fully look at Jason. “But I actually came over here to get to know you. I saw you when I was ordering my coffee and I just, I wanted to get to know you,” he said before his face turned a bright red as he looked down at his coffee and blushed. “I’m sorry, I’m being weird.”

“No,” Jason said with a small smile. “You’re not, not at all. I’d like to keep talking to you. You get it,” he said, feeling his own cheeks heat up slightly at the admission. 

“I get it,” Danny asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Jason just snorted and shook his head. “What are you reading?”

“Anna Karenina,” Jason admitted, showing the cover. “It’s considered one of the greatest pieces of literature ever written.”

Danny smiled, a beautiful thing showing off dimples in his cheeks. “Tell me about it? I’ve never read it.”

A wide grin spread on Jason’s face as he launched into an in depth summary about Anna Karenina and why it was one of his favorite novels of all time. 

Somehow a coffee meet cute turned into a coffee date, and then a coffee date turned into a dinner date. The dinner date led to Danny inviting Jason over for dinner and a movie. And that led to book dates and movie dates, it turned into spending more days at Danny’s house than he did at his safe houses. It led to nights in bed, the lights out and the blankets over their heads as they learned each others deepest secrets, whispering childhood stories and childhood traumas to one another in the safety of the dark. 

Jason found himself falling more and more as each day passed by. He found himself holding Danny in his arms as he dreamed about a house behind a picket fence, and started building a home for himself in Danny’s embrace. 

“I love you,” was whispered between the two of them late at night. Soon Jason found himself meeting Danny’s family, a sister and two best friends who were like siblings to him. And Danny found himself being dragged to the manor to meet the insane hoard of siblings and an emotionally repressed father. 

Secrets were passed between them, talks about their deaths, their lives as teen heroes, the desire to just have something normal. That led to the agreement of being one another’s something normal. 

It eventually led to Jason moving into Danny’s home, boxes carried between them and friends as they unpacked Jason’s things and melded their lives together. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Danny said with a laugh as he fell onto the couch beside Jason, throwing a blanket over their legs after. He smiled as he held out his hand to show off the silver band that Jason had just given him hours before. 

“I can’t believe you walked up to a random stranger to talk about people watching and it led to this,” Jason murmured, nipping at Danny’s earlobe. Danny snorted and turned his head to give the vigilante a soft kiss. 

“Worth it,” he murmured, cupping Jason’s face in his hands. “Completely and absolutely worth it.”

“I love you, Danny Todd,” Jason murmured, rubbing his nose against Danny’s.  

“I love you too, Jason Todd,” Danny whispered, his lips a hair’s breadth away from Jason’s. “Thanks for letting me in.”

Jason just smiled. “Thanks for not cutting me out,” he murmured before closing the distance between them and kissing his husband deeply.

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[azsazz]

Keep It Up

Kinktober Day 19: Nesta x Reader [Praise]

Summary: Nesta let's you know just how good you are for her.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, FF

Word Count: 2,328

Notes: Don't come for me it's my first time writing FF.

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“Would you look at that,” Nesta says, blue-gray eyes drinking you in as she rounds the bed. You crane your neck, following her movements, desperate to watch her reactions, to hear those words you want to hear fall from her lips. 

You’re naked, legs spread wide for her to see. Your body is flushed from head to toe, chest heaving a little as you come down from your first orgasm of the night. The one where Nesta had sat on the plush couch across the room and watched you, demanded it from you. You whimpered loudly, back arching off of the plush bed as you worked your fingers through your folds, circling your clit as you stared at her, eyes wide and nearly begging for her words.

She hadn’t given them to you. Not yet. You know how Nesta likes to play, you earn your praise like the good girl you are or you don’t get her hands, her mouth, her words. “Look at me,” and you did. “Another finger,” and you obeyed. “Cum for me.” Yes, yes, yes.

“Please, Ness.”

Your cunt glistens in the soft lighting dotted along shelves stuffed with books. There’s no warmth in the room, not a fire in the hearth, and your nipples hurt from the tightness, the cold licking over them. You ache to have her warm mouth on them, licking, sucking, biting. Gods, you need her.

Nesta prowls closer. She moves with such grace, it’s a surprise she hadn’t been fae her entire life. With a preternatural elegance, she slowly unhooks the straps of her dress from her shoulders, revealing pale, perfect skin that dips down to her glorious, full breasts. 

You hadn’t seen her in days, off on a mission in the Winter Court on Rhysand’s command. It hadn’t been anything terribly serious, emissary duties with an ally of Night shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but the stipulations had changed on Kallias’ part, and you’d been told to stay within the ice palace until you could convince them to agree to your High Lord’s terms.

And you’d done it, but not without missing your mate. The crystals hanging from the ceilings reminded you of her eyes, her sharp wit and less than warm personality. It’s what you love the most about her, though, because while she may be cold and unfeeling towards others, with you, she’s different.

You get the greatest gift of all, her warmth. There isn’t enough to share with the rest of the world, so it’s mostly kept within the confines of your bedroom. You don’t mind, though, because there are often times where you don’t leave the chambers for days. And those are your favorites. And exactly where you hope this night is leading to.

“All pink and pretty for me, aren’t you?” Nesta praises, coming to kneel between your legs. She drinks in the sight of your glistening cunt, shining just for her. Your fingers are still stuffed inside of yourself, moving at a slow pace as you try to work through the sensitivity from your orgasm. “How about a proper welcome home?”

“Yes,” you hiss, spreading your legs wider for her to see the entirety of your eager, dripping cunt.

Icy fingers trail the expanse of your warm legs, from calf to bent knee. Nesta’s gaze is pinned to your weeping cunt, begging for her to touch. The softness of her stroking fingers doesn’t surprise you, she looks more enamored with how ready you are for her than anything else.

“Did you miss me, mon amour?” she questions, right as she brushes her knuckles across your throbbing clit. Her gaze finally flickers to yours, catching how your lips part to suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, your breasts rising with the action.

“I missed you so much, Ness,” you add softly, taking a moment to meet her gaze full on, nothing but honesty in your eyes. Her gaze softens, and you send those yearning feelings down the bond, diminishing now that you’re back together with your mate. “It hurts to be away from you.”

She sighs softly, a shiver working up her spine. It’s a comfort, to know that you feel the same as she does, like she’s missing a limb when you’re not around. She tends to lock herself away from others while you’re out of town, more irritable when you’re not there to keep her calm. 

Nesta leans over you, pressing her lips against yours. It’s slow, soft, and sensual, everything you’ve been missing all in this kiss right here. Paired with a finger sheathing into your cunt, all the way to her knuckle, it’s everything.

“We’re together now, mon amour, let’s make the most of it.”

She knows exactly what she’s doing, too. How to work your clit in tight circles, the quickest way to get you to reach your orgasm. You whine. You don’t want this to be fast, you want all of her attention on you all night, and the morning, and the entirety of your time until you’re whisked away on another mission from Rhys.

“Ness,” you mewl, eyes wide and pleading.

Her chin is lifted, eyes looking down at you and she jerks her fingers faster, twisting them to brush across the bundle of nerves you’re crying out for her to touch. Her pose exudes dominance, even though there’s no one else she needs to be proving this to, with you pinned by the movements of her fingers, it’s pretty clear what role you’re playing in this sexual act.

“Don’t hold back,” your name is a demand on her lips, and the tightness coiling through your cunt tells her that you’re trying to keep yourself from cumming, all to keep her fingers inside of you a little longer. “Cum for me, and I’ll give you my face.”

Her words make you explode, fingers digging into her soft skin as you cling to her, trying to claw your way through the dark. Your mind is muddled and Nesta keeps up her quick actions, sliding her fingers in long strokes, working you through that incredible feeling coursing through her body until you’re limp in the bed, unable to open your eyes.

“That was…” you trail off because you can’t find the words. Incredible. Magnificent. Extraordinary.

“You’re doing so well for me, mon amour,” Nesta says, finally leaning down beside you. Your naked bodies press tightly together as you roll, facing her. Her eyes have gone a touch soft and she lifts the hand between your legs, hushing you softly when you whimper from the loss. You’re all wet and warm, but the ache for her never ends, not really. 

Nesta lifts her glistening fingers between the both of you, pressing them against your slightly parted lips. There’s a hunger in her eyes that has you clenching your thighs again, but she’s wedging her leg between yours, and you grind down on the muscle of her thigh. 

“Be a good girl and clean me up,” she says, and you don’t hesitate, sucking her fingers into your mouth. The taste of yourself floods your senses and the bond in your chest goes warm. It makes you preen, when she shows you her delight by shooting soft feelings down the tether of your souls. It’s almost as good as hearing those words coming from her lips. “That’s it, just like that.”

You moan, gyrating against her leg, soaking her skin. Your fingers find her body to hold her tightly as you do, stimulating yourself on newly formed muscles from Valkyrie training. One particular grind has you weak and desperately trying to work yourself faster.

Nesta watches you with bright eyes. When any semblance of your slick is gone from her fingers, coating your mouth, does she finally remove them, grabbing your hip and pulling you further into her body. She leans in, devouring your mouth, licking your taste as you brush your tongue against hers, giving it to her eagerly. 

In a bold—needy—move, you snake your hand between the two of you, sliding between her legs to touch her. She’s warm, wet between her legs and she gasps against your mouth when you slide your fingers between her folds, brushing right up against her swollen clit. In retaliation, she nips harshly at your lip before soothing it over with her tongue.

You can be daring when you want, when you need to feel her as much as she needs you, and Nesta loves it when you do. So, you make work of it, falling into the feeling of her mouth, her thigh between your legs and your fingers between hers, working each other up as you kiss, touch, and grind against the other, a pile of tangled limbs in the middle of your plush bed.

The heat in your gut is present again, a burning through your loins that has you panting against Nesta’s mouth. “I’m—mph—I’m going to cum.”

“Louder,” she moans into your mouth, accepting it. “Let me hear you.”

Except, that she’s pulling away. And it hits you like a wave against a rocky shore, that she isn’t asking to hear your cries of pleasure, but those begging ones that you sound so fucking pretty making. 

“Please, Ness, I need to—”

“Need what, mon amour? Need to cum? How? Want my mouth? My hands? My cunt?” Nesta teases, licking hot down the skin of your throat. You arch off of the bed, flattening your head to the pillow to give her more space to work. She climbs down your body, pressing her hips flush against yours as she works. You can hardly even think when she suctions a tight nipple into her mouth, laving over the nub with her tongue. She nips at them, sucks harshly, her free hand playing with the one she doesn’t have her mouth on. Your fingers bury in her long hair, caressing the nape of her neck as she works. 

The bucking of your hips for friction does nothing to distract her. That’s your Nesta, hard-willed and determined. Determined to leave her mark across your skin in any way possible, love bites sucked into skin, bruises shaping your hips, teeth marks gone red with nearly broken skin. If you could tattoo her on your skin you would. Maybe you should make a bargain with her so that fantasy can come true. You want your skin, your aura, to reflect how you feel for Nesta on the inside, the mating bond thrumming with love.

“I need to cum,” you pant, but that much is obvious. Nesta licks a long stripe from your navel to the base of your throat and blows air on it. The sensation turns you dizzy. “Want to cum on your cunt, Ness.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” she grins against your skin, pulling away to give you what you ache for. She slots herself against you and you groan from the sensation of her hot cunt pressing against your own. Unable to control yourself, you roll your hips, enjoying the sound of pleasure Nesta releases as you take charge. “C’mon, mon amour. Show me what those hips do.”

Fervor consumes you. You’ve orgasmed once on Nesta’s fingers and it hadn’t been enough. To edge you further, she’d nearly had you cumming against her thigh as you rutted into her like a teenager getting off for the first time. It should’ve been embarrassing, but with the way she was kissing you, you were anything but.

The remnants of your lost orgasm creep back slowly. Nesta’s noises help a lot, and the way she’s grinding just as desperately against you, throbbing clits pressed tightly together with each stroke of your hips, adds to the building in your stomach. 

You’re both so wet for each other, soaked cunts slick and noisy as you move. You bite at the skin on her pale throat as her head is thrown back and she cries out with a wail that makes your clit pulse, beating in reaction.

“Gods, Ness,” you sigh, “You’re fucking beautiful.”

She hums, pulling you closer, hands guiding your hips as you fuck against her. The position she puts you in stimulates you more, like a part of your subconscious had been holding back, wanting to fuck your mate for as long as possible. 

“Right there,” she croons, lashes fluttering over intense gray eyes. “Right there! Yes, yes, that’s my good girl—”

Those words always unlock something within you. You lose all control of your body but Nesta’s there to guide you through it, soft words pressed into your skin as she encourages you towards the orgasm clenching your cunt.

“Right there!”

“If you keep making those noises, mon amour, I’m going to cum.”

You keep it up, releasing yourself and falling fully into it. You moan louder, more languid, drawing it out until Nesta is jerking against you and cumming with a cry of her own. Her grip on your body is strong, as if locking the muscles on her convulsing body will stop you from grinding yourself against her. It doesn’t. You move faster, reveling in her soft moans she makes, the bite of her fingers against your forearms. You’re chasing your own orgasm like hell, and the pool of Nesta’s hot cum that slides across your cunt is what does it for you.

“Fu-uck, Ness!” You cum with a cry and now you’re both a mess of jerking limbs and clinging to each other like the searing heat coursing through your blood is trying to separate you. You bury the rest of your noises in her mouth, needing to feel her against your mouth as euphoria wracks your body.

“So good,” she sighs, when the both of you melt into each other, the bed. She brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it sweetly behind your ear and presses her lips to your cheek in a chaste kiss. “So good for me.”

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[leftperfectionmoon]

“getting to know sirius black and him having a crush on you”

[warning]: mention of substance (for humor)

[a/n]: i'm trying to find time and get back into posting so here's some headcanons! hope you enjoy <3

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Sirius is a morning person. Like a very, very early morning person. He and James wake up at five in the morning for their Quidditch practice, and everyone else has to suffer for their life choices.

Early morning Howlers in the girls' dormitories.

“RISE AND SHINE, (L/N)! NO REST FOR THE—” “PISS OFF, SIRIUS! “NO! YOU SAID YOU'D GO RUNNING WITH ME!” “Get rid of your boy-alarm, (Y/N). We can't put up with this every morning!”

He is high maintenance. Not because his family is rich but because he has very sensitive skin. You will catch him scratching his cheek, and in seconds a red spot will appear in that place.

The boy's a clean freak and James keeps a record of how many times he washes his hands in a day. His highest score so far is eleven. And then he starts emptying your moisturizers while complaining that his hands are starting to feel dry.

Prefers coffee to tea.

He's a great singer and as a kid he wanted to join a wizard band. He walks around the boys' dorms singing loudly and then gets various objects thrown at him. Most of those objects would come from Remus because his reading would get interrupted by the singing.

He's really, and I mean, a really dorky dancer. He'll put on 70s hits and force you to dance with him, but half the time you'll be making fun of his moves.

The boys love teasing him about you because they see right through his cool guy demeanor.

“You need to give her a little space if you want to convince her to go out with you, Pads.” “Wh-what?! Why? What are you talking about, Moony?” “Oi Black, if you're being subtle, try not following her around like a lovesick puppy.” “Shut it, Prongs! You don't get to talk about being lovesick!”

The boys try their best not to burst out laughing every time they have to watch Sirius talking to you.

“Have any of you seen—Sirius! There you are! I've been waiting for you in the library. C'mon, quick!” And Sirius will be leaping out of his seat with a grin.

Followed by Peter's comment: “Yeah, he doesn't need pot to look like that.” Cue all the marauders laughing and Sirius hurling a giant book at Peter.

HAS A SWEET TOOTH. You know when Remus loses his chocolates? Yeah, his first instinct is to chase Sirius.

Despite his cleanliness he's not very neat. His uniform for the next day would be all clean and pressed but if someone were to open his clothes drawer they'd have bundles of clothes tumbling down on them.

He's obsessed with braiding people's hair (mainly because he struggles braiding his own hair). It started when he and Lily were the only ones who didn't have class one day, and so Lily taught him how to braid.

One afternoon, toward the end of a long study session, you woke up from a nap to find tiny wildflowers braided in your hair. Your hair still looked messy, but it certainly made you smile fondly.

sirius black tags: @black-rose-29 @mystic-writings @j-cat @chcrryrots @teenwolfbitches28 @meimeihershey

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[trashywormeateroffics]

i hate men (natasha romanoff x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: so… being hopelessly in love with your best friend and getting super drunk is not the best combination? who would’ve thought? (a bit of angst but mostly fluff)

a/n: send me natasha requests if you want to!!!!!! you can send me normal requests, or you can also send me a taylor swift song and i’ll write a natasha fic with it!

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you hated stark parties. they were loud, messy, annoying and did you mention loud?

being an introvert was a difficult task at the avengers compound, where these sort of events were being held every two weeks.

sighing, you gulp down the last of your drink. today you chose a coke, since you didn’t want to get drunk and embarrass yourself like the others always did.

“having fun?”

“no!” you say over enthusiastically. natasha snorts and shakes her head at you from behind the bar. she looks stunning, wearing a tight black dress that hugs her body perfectly and her red hair loose and wild. she never goes heavy on the make up, you noticed. not that she needs it, she’s breathtakingly beautiful without it.

“you should at least dance to one song, maybe you’ll even enjoy it.” she says, pulling you out of your not so friendly thoughts of her.

“i refuse.”

“don’t act like a petulant child.”

“don’t act like my mother.” natasha smirks. god that smirk. “if you call yourself mommy, i’m leaving.” the redhead shrugs.

“you handed it to me on a silver platter.”

“whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“i’ll have a manhattan, please.” a man slides up next to you on a barstool. natasha nods and begins preparing his drink. you don’t fail to notice the man’s lascivious look as he stares at her. it makes your blood boil. you know she hates when men sexualize her. and, truth be told, you hate it too. maybe not always for the right reasons, but most of the time they are. natasha romanoff is the best person in the entire world. she is also your favorite person in the entire world. she’s super smart, she’s so funny you almost peed yourself an embarrassing amount of times in front of her, she’s brave, she’s so goddamn brave you sometimes wish she wasn’t so she wouldn’t put herself at risk. but that’s the thing about natasha, she does that because she cares. she cares so much about everyone, and contrary to what people would think, it’s not because she feels guilty for her past, but because she’s good. her heart is so good, so kind. and she’s strong, the strongest. you know what she went through and still, she remained good. that takes a hell of a lot strength. and yes, she’s hot. she’s so fucking hot sometimes you can’t believe she’s even real. but she’s so much more than that. she’s your best friend, and the woman that you-

“thanks, gorgeous.” the man’s voice brings you back to reality and you look at him, hoping you’re shooting lasers out of your eyes and burning him. natasha simply nods and looks at you from the corner of her eye. you know what that look means, you know what every look means. if he tries something, i’m gonna shoot him.

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing loudly, your anger long forgotten when she enters your line of sight.

the man clears his throat, trying to gain her attention.

“so, you from around here?”

“no.” she tells him. then, she gives him a fake smile. “if you don’t mind, i’m pretty busy.” he does not seem to take the hint, so you turn to him.

“she’s asking you to leave.”

“and who are you?”

“one of tony stark’s closest friends. you wouldn’t want to be black listed for his parties for eternity, would you?” the man widens his eyes a bit. “yeah, i thought so. now, leave.” you shoo him away with a gesture of your hand, almost dismissively and he, thank every god that exists, gets up and leaves.

“my knight in shining armor.” natasha tells you, smirking. “you saved me.” you wish she was right. you wish you had done it to save her instead of yourself. but, to be frank, you didn’t. of course you don’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but you know she can handle herself just fine. the one who couldn’t stand it was you. you are an idiot. an idiot who’s hopelessly in love with her best friend.

“sorry, i know you can defend yourself. i just-“

“you just what?” she raises an eyebrow. you know that expression. it means she’s challenging you to tell her.

“i just hate men.” for a second, she looks almost disappointed. but you probably imagined that.

“yeah.” she nods. “i’m gonna head to the ladies room.” and then she leaves.

you sigh and run your hands over your face. natasha romanoff is going to be the death of you. but oh, what a sweet death.

“when are you gonna tell her?” sam’s voice makes you lift your head up.

“tell who what?”

“tell natasha that you love her.”

“i’ve already told her that a million times.”

“no.” he shakes his head. “that you love her love her, that you wanna kiss her.” you scoff.

“never. oh and also, could you keep it quiet? what if she hears you?”

“then finally you will both admit that you’re in love with one another and stop giving each other longing glances across every single room you’re in.”

“i don’t give her longing glances.” you lie. of course you do.

“uh-huh.”

“whatever samantha. don’t care, didn’t ask. plus i don’t even know if she likes girls.”

“she likes you.”

“as a friend.”

“you are so goddamn stubborn…” he begins saying, but his voice fades into the background when you see her. your breathing stops. she’s dancing. she’s swaying her hips and smiling and she looks so fucking angelic you want to pinch yourself because, surely, this must be a dream. but then, your heart drops to your stomach. he’s touching her. he has his fucking hands on her hips as he dances behind her and she isn’t pushing him away. you feel sick to your stomach. “hey, you there?” sam waves his hand in front of you. “hey…?” he trails off. then he probably follows your line of sight because he ohs in understanding. he says your name and pity drips from it. “they’re just dancing.”

“yeah.” you say, choked up. you hate that seeing her with someone else makes your heart burn from the pain. but it does, and it hurts so much. it was the first time since you admitted to yourself that you were in love with her that you saw her with another person. a man. stupid men and their stupid hands. tears well up in your eyes, but you won’t cry. you refuse to cry. not for love. never.

“what are you doing?” sam asks you as you walk all the way around the bar and crouch under it. “don’t.” he tells you when he sees what’s in your hands. you look at him dead in the eye and gulp down the whiskey straight from the bottle.

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“woo! this is so fun!” you shout over the music. you’ve been dancing for almost an hour now and you were most definitely drunk. you don’t even notice sam and natasha calling your name.

“what are you doing? you hate drinking.” the redhead frowns.

“maybe it’s time for someone to go to bed.”

“yes, nat. go to bed.” you tell her.

“no, whiskey straight out of the bottle, i’m talking about you.” you laugh at sam’s long nickname but then you pout when you sway and almost fall to the floor. “you wanna take care of it?” he asks the spy and she nods.

“i’ll take her to bed.”

“and what will we do there?” you ask suggestively. natasha looks at you unimpressed.

“you, lay down. me, scold you.”

“are you gonna spank me?” you smirk. she swallows hard. uh oh, she’s mad. you raise your hands innocently in front of you and she rolls her eyes.

“let’s go.” you want to protest but you know better than that. begrudgingly you begin following her, but stop when the room starts to spin. natasha must notice it, because she turns around and puts her arm around your waist and your arm around her shoulders.

the walk to your room is silent, except for your giggles. you don’t really know what you’re giggling about, but she’s here so it makes sense to do so.

she helps you lay down on your bed and takes off your shoes. as she does so, you look at her. god, you love her so much. and god, you are doomed for life.

“you’re never gonna love me.” you blurt out. she looks at you and frowns.

“what?”

“you’re never gonna love me.” you tell her again, pouting. she waits until she’s tucked you in the bed to answer.

“of course i love you.”

“no.” you frown. “you don’t.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i’m so drunk.” you say out of the blue.

“come on, on your side.” you do as she says and position yourself on your side, so you don’t drown in your own vomit and die.

“you don’t want me to die.” you slur, almost asleep now.

“of course i don’t want you to die!” you open your eyes and look at her. she’s kneeling next to you on the bed and sorting out some pills for tomorrow morning. you’re most likely going to need them. she then puts them on your nightstand next to your water bottle.

“but you don’t love me.” you say again. she looks at you, frowning. you stare at her. her green eyes, so kind. her cheeks, you want to squeeze them between your fingers and call her cute. her eyebrows, so perfect. and her lips, god, her lips. they look so soft. you bet they’re warm to the touch. so kissable.

“you’re so beautiful, natty.”

she looks taken aback by that, but she quickly recovers and smiles softly.

“don’t try to sweet talk me into not being mad at you.”

“i’m not!” you protest. “you can be mad at me but you’re still the prettiest girl in the world.”

“you’re drunk.”

“and you’re beautiful.”

she says your name softly with a smile on her face.

“get some rest, detka.” her hand is softly combing through your hair.

“i love it when you call me detka. did i pronounce that right? probably not.” you mumble. she chuckles.

“you pronounced it right.”

“nat…” you say.

“what?”

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“no.” you pout. “don’t lie. it’s not nice.” she stops caressing your hair and frowns.

“what is it with you today? of course i love you.”

“no, nat. i love you love you.”

“i love you love you too.” she tells you.

“i love you like i wanna kiss you love you not you’re my best friend love you.” she blinks at you. for a bit she doesn’t say anything. then she briefly shakes her head and sighs.

“you’re drunk. you should get some rest.” your heart breaks. she doesn’t love you like that. you should’ve known. now you’ve ruined everything. tears begin welling up in your eyes and it isn’t long before you’re crying.

“hey, hey- don’t cry.” she tells you as she wipes your tears with her thumb.

“i told you you didn’t love me.” she says your name again and takes a deep breath.

“you’re not gonna remember this but- if you do, we’ll talk in the morning.”

and then she leaves. tonight you are crying yourself to sleep.

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you open your eyes and stretch your limbs. then, you sit up and immediately groan. the most violent headache is currently splitting your mind into two. what possessed you to drink so fucking much? oh, natasha romanoff and her stupid beautiful self. and seeing her with another man, that definitely didn’t help.

you tsk and roll your eyes.

what even happened last night after you got hammered? how did you even get up to your room? did sam bring you here? did nat? no, she was too busy with someone else.

a knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts and you tell the person to come in, and even though it comes out more as a mumble, they seem to understand, because the door opens. there, standing in all her glory, is natasha romanoff herself, accompanied by a small brown bag and a coffee, you notice after a bit.

“hey.” she greets you from the doorway.

“hi.”

“i brought you breakfast. figured you might wanna eat before taking an aspirin.”

“thank you.” you tell her and she nods awkwardly. then, she approaches you and sits down on the bed in front of you while your back is against the headboard. “did sam bring me here last night?”

“nope. i did.”

“oh… thanks natty.” she swallows and gives you a small smile that actually resembles more a wince than anything else. weird.

“so… did i do something embarrassing? please tell me i didn’t try to strip on top of a table or something.” she chuckles and shakes her head.

“you didn’t try to strip.”

“but did i do other embarrassing things?” she opens her mouth to speak but then, surprising you, she pauses and abruptly shakes her head. oh no. what did you do that is making her act so strange? you try to remember. you saw her dancing with that man and decided to get drunk. she says she was the one who brought you to your bedroom so something must’ve happened here. did you puke all over her or something? or even worse, did you admit your feelings? your eyes widen. oh no. oh no, oh no, oh no no no. that’s exactly what you did, you goddamn idiot! you remember now. you told her you loved her! you told her you wanted to kiss her! of course she’s being weird!

“nat-“

“you don’t have to say anything.” she cuts you off.

“i really wish that was the case cause i’m really fucking embarrassed but- i need to say something.”

“we all say dumb shit when we’re drunk.”

“i said the dumbest shit i could’ve ever said.” you deadpan. for a second you see a flash of hurt in her eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it appears. could it be that she- no, no, she didn’t feel that way about you.

“nat-“ she puts her hand up.

“don’t need to say anything, i’ll just forget it happened.”

“but nat-“ she says your name again, almost begging.

“please, just drop it. i get it, you didn’t mean what you said. it’s okay.” you open your mouth to say something but then you close it and frown. did she think you didn’t mean what you said? that’s why she wanted you to stop talking about it? because she wanted you to mean it?

“i-“ you look at her with wide eyes. this is it. you’re gonna tell her in the most beautiful, poetic way that you- “i hate men.” what? the redhead frowns. “i meant, i- ugh- i hate men but i especially hate them when they’re dancing with you.”

“what?” she asks now, seemingly confused.

“i saw you dancing with that guy last night. i got- ugh i’m so dumb- i got jealous. i got jealous cause i’m in love with you and… and i want to be the one who dances with you like that.” natasha does not say a word. you simply continue, because of course once you’ve started you can’t stop. “i’m so in love with you nat, i- you are literally my favorite person in the world. you are so smart and funny and kind and strong and- you can totally slap me and never talk to me again but if this is the last time we’re gonna speak i want you to know that- that i love you with my whole heart and i will always love you.” for the first time since you’ve met her, natasha romanoff is speechless. you don’t know if it’s because she’s desperately in love with you too or she’s simply thinking of different ways to kill you and get rid of your body. you really hope it’s the former. “um- could you- could you say something, please?” she blinks but still, nothing. god, you broke her. “nat- i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have-“ and she’s kissing you. natasha’s lips are on yours and you’re in heaven. or something above heaven because this is simply too perfect, too beautiful. she moves against you, softly, so softly, as if she’s afraid to hurt you. your arms are glued to your body and hers are too. almost as if you were scared to break the spell if you touched each other. the kiss is gentle, sweet, but it sends a shock through your body. you’ve never felt like that. kissing was simply not that interesting to you, but now you understand why people in romantic movies do it so often. natasha’s kiss is healing every broken bone inside your body, it’s like a cure, fixing, mending. but unfortunately, it ends all too soon. when she pulls away you let out a soft whine and she chuckles, almost making fun of you. you lay your forehead on hers and you both breathe in deeply. then, you open your eyes to find that she’s already looking at you.

“so, does this mean you love me too?”

“oh no, that was a platonic kiss.”

“natasha!” you whine and she shuts you up by placing another kiss on your lips.

“of course i love you detka. i’ve loved you for so long.”

“i wasn’t even sure if you liked girls.” you tell her as you lift your hand and caress her face.

“i wasn’t either but then…”

“then…” you raise your eyebrows.

“this beautiful girl showed up in my life and i couldn’t help but fall in love with her.” your heart takes a leap and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac.

“what an amazing girl.” you tell her.

“the best.”

“i love you.” you kiss her again. “i’m so happy i think i’m gonna vomit rainbows.” natasha lets out a laugh.

“don’t vomit on me or i’m kicking your ass.” you pout at her.

“you wouldn’t.” she looks at you, serious for a moment. then, she breaks into a smile.

“i wouldn’t.” you laugh breathily and purse your lips.

“i can’t believe i started this whole confession by saying i hate men.” the redhead laughs.

“i can’t believe you said that either.”

“hey!” her shoulders shake as she laughs. she looks so angelic when she’s happy. you sigh softly, dreamily. you might hate men, but you sure as hell don’t hate natasha romanoff.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst

[serenelia]

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ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ/ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Content includes: SFW, mentioned vampire Harbinger Childe, ball room dancing that's probably all over the place, the reader experiences stress (to say the least) and vomits.

Scroll away if you don't entertain any au's regarding vampires, witches, and hunters. Also this is quite long (yes again), almost two-thousand and five hundred words, grab a drink!

If you haven't read the first part: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ

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Before she could even begin to theorize who the person was, she’s promptly shut up once he ceases spinning her around and intertwines their hands. One of his hands takes hers from the same side and places it on his shoulder, resting his on her waist soon after. The gentleman looks.. soft; compared to his intimidating gaze and aura, his features are similar to those of a porcelain doll. A pretty one at that. If one were to differentiate between Childe and him, she could definitely say with confidence that the stranger is more pleasing to the eyes, one would be easy to be distracted by such a man.

The two stared at each other as they swayed gently from side to side, and [Name] felt her breath be taken away upon examining his face even further. Illuminated by the bright light of the chandelier above, his soft indigo-colored hair framing his soft cheeks, his pale skin, and sharp eyes perfectly compliment his very being; even [Name] could feel herself slowly starting to get insecure in his presence. And upon shifting her gaze to his lips, she could see the corner of his lips quirk up and the shine of a sharp and long fang.

[Name] gulps. “Is it too late to back out now?” the stranger muses, evidently entertained by her previous comment that was very obviously for the man she danced with before.

“..My apologies, dear sir; I had intended that for my previous dance partner, Childe, who.. had suddenly left.” She forces herself to look away, her gaze locking with the audience as she turns away, and sees Childe scurrying away in the crowd, not even bothering to look back at her.

Well, it's not like she wanted him to, but she was hoping he'd be attached somehow. Those make the killings easier.

The latter snorts, “Do you…” His laughter dies down as quickly as it came, and [Name] didn’t have enough time to react as he abruptly raised their intertwined hands and spun her around, eliciting a surprised gasp from the lady.

He slows her down after a few spins, intentionally making her land right on his chest. He places a careful hand on her back, pulling her closer, and he whispers, “When dancing with someone, it's rather rude to focus on other people, don't you think?”

“…” Her eyes widened, her mind turning to mush at their nonexistent distance, and her heart started beating loudly in her chest. Yet before she could even respond, he swiftly maneuvered her back to her previous place and started swaying them once again, wearing a small but polite smile.

“..My apologies; I was simply confused for a mere moment.” [Name] says through gritted teeth, mentally cursing at the rate of her heart at that one cheesy action. How many more times is he going to spin her around?!

“Forgiven,” he replies, a smirk growing on his lips. “I am Scaramouche, the 6th of the Eleven Harbingers. I must apologize for my fellow Harbinger’s actions. I’ll make sure to ask him to give you a proper apology later.”

[Name] smiles back politely and shakes her head. “Good evening, Sir Scaramouche, I am Lady [Name]. You ought not to, I’m sure the matter is something of outmost importance for him to handle.”

“Even if that is so, it’s still rather rude to leave your dance partner in the middle of it.”

“You need not to fret; I take no offense to it.”

Scaramouche squints his eyes. “Lying is not a very friendly mannerism to a stranger, is it?" he says, tilting his head to the side and peering down at her.

forcing a smile, [Name] made an effort to avoid glaring at him, “Quite so, though, may I ask why you took it upon yourself to replace my previous partner?” her charm was working marvelously on Childe, a little more would have him end up in her lab. Why did he have to intervene?

The Harbinger replies in a sly tone, “Upon realizing his gaze would inevitably stray away from you, I had to clean up after him to make sure he doesn’t do more harm than good.”

[Name] raises a brow, “Then one should not bother himself with a fleeting matter such as this, I assure you, there is no need to occupy your time with a dance.” She removes her hand from his shoulder and takes a step backward with her body following suit, accompanied by an outreached hand; the latter does the same and assists her once she spins herself and lands carefully near his chest. His hands outlining her waist, she wraps her arms around his neck and threw her head back as Scaramouche leans her downward.

She tries her utmost best to avoid ogling his face, “Why, there is no need to belittle this wonderful dance; I am finding it rather enjoyable, so consider my time well occupied.” Scaramouche praises, though [Name] could clearly see the empty words behind it.

He guides her back to her feet by the waist, “I am incredibly honored to hear such.” [Name] lies, moving her hands from his neck back to his shoulders as they started swaying side to side, frowning at his natural beauty and nonchalant behavior.

a flicker of doubt crosses his face, “..I find myself honored as well to be able to speak to you, Lady [Name].”

[Name] forces out a smile.

silence overruns the space between them, both plastering polite smiles on their faces, one more visible than the molecule of a smile the other has. After a few more seconds of their bodies swaying, they switched their perspective positions and once again intertwined their hands together. [Name] takes a step back before raising their hands to hang above her head to be able to place herself by his side, facing the opposite direction with their arms resting on top of each other.

To her surprise, it was he who broke the silence between them: “How does one find the event so far? I hope it suits to your adequate tastes.”

[Name] glances at him from behind. Is he one of the people who arranged the whole event? Or maybe well acquainted with the person who did?

Perhaps she should watch her mouth from now on.

“This event has been wonderful so far; I can tell a lot of effort has been put into it to make it satisfactory for both races,” she replies, which, in a way, is true.

Scaramouche suppresses what sounds like a scoff: “Yes, this whole event wishes to bring both the human race and the vampire race together.” The two break off the physical connection between their arms and held hands, with Scaramouche raising them as [Name] spins herself before doing the same for the latter. After he spins, they repeat their outstretched arms by their sides. “I must say, this whole idea is rather.. idealistic. Don’t you think so?” he continues, gaze glued to her figure during the whole step.

[Name] remains silent for a second longer. “Why does one think so?" she asks, her eyes finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. They each took a step to meet at the center and held hands, withdrawing for a mere moment before letting go of one pair as she started to slowly walk in a circle around him, with Scaramouche having to adjust his hand over his head once she made her way behind him.

“Anyone who had proper education would be able to process that.. ideas like that are just utterly impossible. It defies the natural law in the food chain, no? With who has the most favor in the eyes of the “gods,” it’s pretty obvious whose more deserving to rule.” Scaramouche states.

[Name] could almost trip at the absurdity of his belief. “…Is that so?”

He tilts his head once they come to face each other. “Do you not agree, Miss [Name]?”

“I.. don’t have a particular view on that subject,” [Name] mutters, lowering her head slightly to avoid his unwavering stare. Aside from the predicament she finds herself in, at least she can confirm that this gentleman is a vampire. A psychopathic human who would be willing to be a blood bag for vampires doesn’t seem to be a plausible explanation. It is also worth adding the glimpse of a fang she saw earlier, further supporting her theory. The only remaining challenge here is figuring out where he prefers his blood to come from.

They repeat their outstretched hands from their side, and [Name] could feel her anxiety (or could it be giddiness?) spike up once she felt his hands embrace the sides of her waist firmly after she spun herself to land with her back to his chest, “To be able to grasp the true reality of this hierarchy-focused world, one must adapt their beliefs and get rid of this foolish agenda,” he speaks up while lifting her carefully into the air, her feet kicking purely out of instinct at the loss of ground beneath her. [Name]’s heart rate only increases as he spins himself around, taking her along with it, her beautiful dress a dazzling display for the awed audience.

He swiftly gently places her back on the ground, their hands instinctively finding their way to each other, “Only in that way can you accomplish your desired goals,” Scaramouche adds, his eyes boring onto her whole being with silent but much perceived expectations. [Name] feels the overwhelming urge to run away to her bones; she feels naked around him. With the way he worded his sentences and the tone along with them, it was as if he knew everything about her already.

Cold sweat drips down her back.

What does he mean by that?

Does he mean something more?

Does he know I’m a witch hunter already?

Is he going to expose me?

Oblivious to her panic, Scaramouche continues dancing to the music, seemingly thinking she’s merely thinking about it in her head. He decides to take the lead. His hand always with hers as they became the sole partners left dancing under the light. Their movements were graceful and calculated, appearing to be peaceful for both parties, with the exception of [Name], whose expression slowly turned to one of morbid horror the longer they danced. Scaramouche, for some reason, doesn’t react whatsoever, only keeping a small smile on his face. Only giving rise to her unparalleled feeling of distraught.

The cheerful atmosphere inside the manor suddenly becomes claustrophobic, and the space around her seems to be choking all the air remaining inside her lungs. She needed to get out of there fast. She had underestimated the gravity of her whole situation; she had overestimated herself.

When will this dance end?

The music provided by the musicians was constantly fighting with the dominating ringing in her ears, the muffled voices of the audience increasing and decreasing in volume; it pierced her ears, yet it was almost as quiet as the soft whisper of the wind. Her feet stumbling even at the perfectly made marble floor, her heels screeching upon contact, they trip among themselves, every spin and turn made, but never did she make an attempt to run away. She can’t.

It’s all too much. She could feel the merciful brush of the wind upon her hair, the warm touch of the light above, the tight hug of the corset in her chest, yet the most primary of all, his penetrating gaze set on her, the strong scent of his cologne hazing her mind, his cold touch on her clothed skin, leaving a burning sensation behind. Every trail of his finger from her hand to her shoulder, down to her waist, creates a shockwave of shivers that resonates with her very core.

Please, please, have pity on me, gods!

Let this night end!

Suddenly, everything stops.

The crowd applauds as the music slows down, and they’re both standing in the middle of the circle, facing one another. [Name] had to take a moment to process it. She scans the room around her, and with her raggedy breathing, she can’t find it in herself to say anything, let alone breathe in his presence.

It’s… over?

Something heavy and tight presses itself against her neck, and she involuntarily flinches. Her hand immediately shoots up to her collar; it grasps on nothing. The imaginary force’s hold on her tightens as she locks gazes with Scaramouche. “I thank you again for having this dance with me, Miss [Name]. I hope the rest of the night treats you well.” He purrs and takes her hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss on the glove.

She clutches her free hand tightly, “..To you too… Sir.” [Name] manages to croak out, barely hearing him over the sound of her heart in her ears and the audience’s amazement.

And with that, he lets go of her hand and leaves his station, blending in with the crowd only a few seconds later, and [Name] is left on her spot, frozen. Looking in his direction with a chill up her spine, this mission was too precious to give up, but was it really worth it just for her experiment?

Her stomach twists and turns in her throat, and [Name] makes quick work with her feet in finding the restroom.

She hastily washes her mouth and hands after exiting the cubicle, banging her hands onto the sink counter repeatedly.

Curse him, curse him, curse him!

her voice strains itself in her throat, tempting her to let it out, but imagining the possibility a fellow guest walking in on her and having to explain brings a blush to her cheeks and a headache in her already dazed head. So she settles by whispering it loudly to herself instead, resulting to her coughing into the sink as flashbacks of the previous dance floods her mind. She takes a deep breath with her eyes closed, but it proved to be useless meditation for his smell clouded her sense of smell everywhere she turns. Oh, how she wishes she could wash it off her right this moment.

It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

the sensation of dread and excitement only continued to plague her mind. It never occurred to her—the real danger of being undercover and having a dance with your victim. It was as if the gods were punishing her and keeping her humble.

She scoffs and takes out a small container she kept hidden in her, opening it before applying the ingredients imbedded in it to her lips, wrists, and neck.

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..this was originally supposed to be like 5k words but I held back (my schedule partook in it too). Truly, I was supposed to make this plus two more scenes all in one post, but I was editing and decided to check the word count and... almost 2,500k words... And I know that'll be a mouthful 😪 and I thought that if I delay it further I was afraid ya'll would lose interest and would probably forget about it, haha.

Apart from my self-pity, I really enjoyed making this! Took me like 5 days for this and the rest of the outline.. It was still enjoyable nonetheless. So I hope it's a joyful read too!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!

#fanfic #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #ballroom dancing #ballroom #vampire au #witch hunter

[moonlightsolo]

Hi! Can you do a Eddie Munson x dustins sister reader? Established relationship please ^-^ and if its cool that the reader is female and has a grungy aesthetic? Either headcannons or normal :)

thank god for the hellfire club

wc: 1.3k

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

warnings: v suggestive, dustin being such a brother, eddie being the cutest bf ever, fluffy fluff & no spoilers :)

a/n: this is kinda short but sweet?? i loved writing this bc i got to play around w eddie's fun personality. i hope you like it!!

"dustin, you better hurry the hell up.” you mutter to yourself as you sit in your car outside of the high school. 

you’re currently waiting for your little brother to finish with his stupid after school club. ‘paranoid’ by black sabbath blaring through the speakers in your car.

you know the club is nothing productive, just a bunch of kids sitting around playing dungeons and dragons. yeah, you love the game, but you can’t understand how or why a school would agree to let a bunch of kids create a club dedicated to it. especially with a name like hellfire club.

this is the first time you've picked him up after school before, he's either rode home in your car with you or your mom picks him up. but today, she needs to run errands so the baton of responsibility was handed off to you.

finally after thirty minutes of waiting, the little dweebs start to filter out of the school with triumphant smiles on their faces. 

dustin noticed you and instantly jogs up to your car door instead of getting inside. you sigh loudly as you roll down the window and bring your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look up at him, “what do you want?” 

“mike needs a ride home.” 

“really? right now? i’m not a taxi.” you grumble as you look over at the wheeler boy waiting on the curb awkwardly. he lifts his hand to wave at you quickly. 

suddenly, someone emerges behind him and instantly catches your eye. he’s wearing a hellfire club ringer tee underneath a leather jacket and denim vest that's layered on top. his hair is what you continue staring at, and his face. oh… his face. he’s so handsome. 

“who… is that?” you point at the culprit who caught your attention. even acting like a fool jumping around and making weird noises with his friends, he's still so attractive.

“oh, that’s eddie. he’s like the club president.” dustin shrugs off your question, “so can mike get a ride home or not?” 

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” you brush him off. 

dustin pumps his fist in the air and runs over to mike, then eddie makes his way over to them. the rocker-esque man pats dustin and mikes back like a proud dad and starts a conversation. now, this is your time to shine. 

you get out of your car, leaving your music blaring and engine on. now ‘spin me round’ by dead or alive is playing through the speakers as you walk up to the lingering group. 

“hello, boys.” you hum, “it’s time to go.” you tap an invisible watch on your wrist.

eddie turns his head toward your voice, a cocky little smirk plastered on his face once he sees you. he's even more gorgeous up close- thank god for the hellfire club.

he looks down at you then back up as he blatantly checks you out, “and who’s this, boys?” he mocks you.

you’re thankful you decided to dress cute today; in baggy black shorts that are cinched at the waist with a belt, a graphic joy division band tee and an oversized flannel. dustin is silent for a moment before responding, “my… uh- sister…” your little brother worriedly glances between you and his club leader nervously.

“hm. you never told me you had an older sister, dustin... i’m eddie.” he sticks his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly accept with a smile, and that was just the beginning. 

eddie and you hit it off so well, and surprisingly quick. he makes you laugh, he smells good, he’s a great kisser, he dresses well, is amazing with your brother, and your mom loves him. (although you can't lie she was on the fence when she saw his tattoos, but his charm won her over)

he checks every box on your imaginary list. he passes with flying colors. dustin has his opinions about how it’s weird and awkward whenever he sees him outside of school.

eddie soon asks you to be his girlfriend after countless ‘study sessions’ at each other’s houses in the bedroom with the door closed. 

specifically today, ‘love bites’ by def leppard is playing in the background on your stereo in your room. eddie’s on top of you with your legs wrapped around his slender waist, his lips going to town against yours before making their way down your neck.

your hands are tangled in his unruly hair as obscene noises emit from the kisses he leaves against your skin, “i’m… so… obsessed… with… every… inch… of… you.” he says in between kisses against you. 

his words make you giggle, “that’s funny to you, huh?” eddie lifts his head up from his attack with a playful grin, “everything about you makes me go insane.” his voice is raspy as makes a gesture with his hand to swirl next to his head. 

“your smell, your movements, your body…” he mumbles against your lips as you snicker shyly from his compliments. he leans down to capture your lips with his again, “i want you to be mine.” he mumbles, “officially. no more stupid friends with benefits and secret glances at school. i want you. i need you.” he begs against your lips desperately. 

“oh, eddie. you’ve already been mine for so long already- but officially, we’re each others. for life.” you attack him with many kisses all over his pretty face.

a small cackle tumbles from his lips, as he falls to his side so you’re facing each other. his hand rests on your waist as the other holds his head up, “look at you. all mine- my girl. all we need is matching tattoos.” he wiggles his eyebrows. 

“in your dreams, munson. my mom would kill me, and so would my brother.” you laugh. 

“i can put it somewhere only i can see…” his voice purrs as his finger traces down your side, making goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“oh really? where’s that at?”

he leans forward to whisper obscenities in your ear, his deep voice sends lightning bolts through your nerve endings. your jaw drops as you gasp with exaggeration, “naughty, naughty…” you chuckle, pressing a kiss against his jawbone right near his ear. 

“naughty? oh, you haven’t seen naughty yet.” he pushes you onto your back, and pulls himself up onto his knees next to you.

eddie’s eyes are wide and crazy as he sticks his tongue out at you like a mad man. his hands lunge at your midsection, his fingers squeezing your skin through your top as he tickles you. 

“no!” you scream out and laugh, writhing under his attack. he knows you loathe being tickled, “stop! oh my god! it tickles!” you screech. 

someone at your door bangs their fist against the wooden surface, “hey! what’s going on?!” dustin yells through it and wiggles the doorknob, which makes eddie laugh evilly and throw his head back. 

“nothing that concerns you, henderson!” he cackles as he continues to tickle you through your protests.

“stop! stop! or i’m going to pee!” you yelp which makes his hands fly away from you. 

“gross.” he pretends to be disgusted, but he can’t fight the smile that won’t leave his face. you roll away from him and slide off of the bed to stand to your feet. 

panting, you unlock and open the door with a wide smile to see a very concerned dustin on the other side. “what the hell is going on?” he asks as he leans to the side to look at eddie sitting innocently on your bed. 

“nothing. we’re just messing around.” you laugh breathily and wince as the words fall from your mouth. dustin’s face falls with a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. ed just cackles behind you like a little boy, grabbing his belly as he laughs.

“not like that, dustin. i swear. he was just tickling me, i’m fine.” your hand reaches out to mess up his curly hair in attempt to break the tension. 

“ugh.” your little brother grumbles in disgust and walks back into his room but doesn’t shut the door behind him. 

you linger in your doorway for a moment for him to return, watching how he storms out of his room, keeping his back towards you.

“i’m going to hang out with mike!” he shouts as he speed walks towards the front door. his walkie talkie in hand and back pack slung over his shoulder. 

“oh hell yes!” eddie laughs happily, throwing himself onto your bed, and pumping his fists in the air like he just won the lottery. 

“be careful! don’t do anything stupid!” you yell at your little brother, “how about you don’t do anything that’s goddamn stupid!” he screams back before slamming the door behind him. 

hm, touché.

“alooooone time.” eddie says in a sing song voice, “get your ass back on this bed, henderson.” he slaps the comforter and bites his lip. you close your bedroom door, locking it behind you once again. 

“are you trying to seduce me, munson?” you hum as you slowly saunter over to him. 

“mmm, yeah.” he makes a facial expression like he wanted to say duh! “well, is it working?”

“i think it is.” your lips turn up into a smirk as you lean over him, one knee resting on the bed. your face hovers above him for a moment before connecting your lips once again. 

you could do this all day. 

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x oc #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x y/n

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Oh, I love spring.” Lance’s voice is soft, breathy, sighing. He veers off the path, heading towards one of the campus’ many gardens. “Everything’s just so hopeful, y’know? And the hills — they get coated in little springs of gold. It’s beautiful.”

“It snowed yesterday,” Keith deadpans, but joins Lance in looking at the blooming flowers anyway.

Lance rolls his dark eyes at him fondly. “For, like, twenty seconds!”

“Snow, Lance. In April. Disgusting.”

“Yeah, yeah, party pooper.” He leans in close to a yellow pansy, inhaling deeply. The slightest of smiles pulls at his lips, long eyelashes fluttering as his eyes close in serenity. Freckles sprinkle over his nose and cheekbones, darker now that the sun is starting to shine brighter.

Keith has to shake himself out of staring like a fool. Even then it’s no easy feat — Lance is ethereal, in the spring sunshine, surrounded by budding flowers and melting snow.

Keith clears his throat, ears a little red. “I thought you were more of a summer person,” he says, a little loudly, a little telling.

“I do love the summer, Lance agrees, inhaling one more time before straightening up. He turns the full power of his smile towards Keith — Lord help him — and takes a step away from the garden. “But there’s just something about the flowers, I guess. Something about so many colours finally blooming after the endless grey of winter, y’know?”

Keith snorts. “Right, Shakespeare.”

“I’m going to take that as the compliment it is, you butthead. Ready to head out?”

“Yeah.” Keith pauses, glancing back at the flowers. He thinks of Lance’s soft look as he smelled them. He thinks of how badly he wants to see Lance look like that again. “Why don’t you bring a couple flowers back to your dorm?”

Lance glances back at the flowers. For a minute Keith thinks he’s going to pick a couple, but then he’s shaking his head. “Nah.” He chuckles a little, scratching the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “It’s stupid, but I get genuinely upset when flowers die? I used to pick them all the time as a kid and then cry when they started to droop. I never really grew out of it, I guess. Embarrassing, huh?”

Oh my God, that is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, Keith thinks, screaming internally.

“A little,” Keith teases instead. Lance gasps exaggeratedly, clasping his hand to his heart in mock offense.

“Why, I never!”

The two of them joke and tease their way to the dining hall, only getting worse as they meet up with the rest of their friends. They devolve into ridiculous chaos almost immediately, as they usually do — Pidge barely catches sight of Lance before she starts some ridiculous argument over the dorky video game they’re both obsessed with, and then the rest of them choose sides just for the drama of it all — but honestly? Keith’s heart’s not in it. All he can think of is Lance’s slight smile as he smelled the flower, and the barest hint of sadness Keith saw flash through his dark brown eyes when he stepped away from them.

Keith is going to get Lance his flowers, and flowers that won’t die on him. He will.

Anything to get that smile on his face again.

———

“Keith, it’s four in the goddamn morning.”

“Allura if you help me I’ll get you those caf cookies you like every day for a month.”

That gives her pause. “The coffee caramel one? That’s always gone before I get up?”

“Yep,” Keith says, grinning despite his frustration. Got her. Allura would do anything short of human sacrifice to get those cookies.

“…Make it two months.”

“What?” Keith protests immediately. “That’s sixty whole days!”

“I’m getting more and more tired by the second, Gyeong.”

“Alright, alright, Jesus. You’ll get your cookie, you tyrant.”

She hums. There’s a creaking noise in the background, like she’s shuffling around, then the unmistakable sound of a thump and muffled cursing.

Keith shoves his knuckles into his mouth to keep from cackling. “Did you fall, you dumbass?”

“Fuck off. Mention it again and the deal is off.”

“Alright, alright,” Keith says,holding up his hands in surrender even though she can’t see it. (One can never be too sure with Allura. Sometimes it’s like she’s a fuckin’ witch, or something. She knows all.)

“Anyways, dorkus. Why’d you call me in the dead of the fucking night?”

Keith sobers quickly, frustration building back up when he catches a glance at his supplies. He takes a deep breath. “So, you know how you’re an art major?”

There’s a beat of incredulous silence. Keith can feel her judgey look through the phone.

“No, that’s news to me, actually. Must have missed that memo on my way to class this morning.”

“Oh, piss off. You know what I meant.”

She snorts, but answers anyway. “Yes, Keith. I am aware that I’m an art major. I take it to mean you need some artistic advice?”

“Yeah,” Keith confirms. He holds up one of the canvases he’s been working on, frowning deeply. “So, I have this…project. I need to paint a really, really good — almost perfect, honestly — picture of a flower. No, a bouquet of flowers. Yeah. And —”

“You,” Allura interrupts slowly, “a physics major.”

There’s a long moment of silence — incredulous on Allura’s end, panicked on Keith’s.

“You need to paint a flower? For a grade?”

“I’m…applying the physical sciences of viscous fluids acting upon a dry powdered surface such as canvas,” Keith lies hastily. “Yeah. Lots of science in painting, you know.”

That’s a pretty decent excuse, if Keith says so himself. And he does! He’s found that if he just throws out enough science words into one sentence, and uses the words ‘acting upon’ at least once, then people usually just go along with it. It has yet to fail on him before, at least.

“This is about Lance, isn’t it.”

Of fucking course Allura’s annoyingly smart ass can see right through him.

Keith scoffs. And then he scoffs again, and again, and every time it sounds just a touch more hysterical. “Ha! I don’t — ha! How ridiculous! Me, painting a picture of a flower for Lance, because he gets sad when cut flowers die! I would never — preposterous! Outlandish! Unbelievable, even! I —”

“You just let me know when you’re done,” Allura drawls.

Keith sputters. “I — you! What!”

“Look,” she says, faux-gently. “Please take full offense to this.”

“I probably will,” Keith grumbles. Allura has no problem plowing right on.

“There is not a soul on this campus who isn’t well aware that you are atrociously down bad for Lance.”

“I — yes there is! That’s fuckin’ — private information! How do you know that?!”

“You look at him like he’s the sun, dude. It’s as sweet as it is sickening, truly.”

Keith wants to fight that. He does. He’s kept his feelings for Lance under lock and key, thanks. Allura is talking out of her ass.

But then he looks down at his canvas and half-finished painting, and —

Oh.

Well.

“…Okay,” Keith admits, cheeks flaming. “So I get a little moon-eyed occasionally. Can you blame me?”

Allura chuckles. “No. Lance is cute as hell. You’re lucky I’m a lesbian or you would have some serious competition with that boy, let me tell you.”

“Thank Thor for that, then.”

“Damn right. Anyway. Details, Horatio. You’re painting him a flower?”

Keith sighs. He knows it’s incriminating as hell, but he truly can’t help himself. “Yeah. We were looking at flowers a couple days ago, and he was just so happy to see them, y’know? I suggested he should bring a couple back to his dorm but he said he got sad when they died, so. I’m painting him some that won’t die.”

“That is the gayest damn thing I’ve ever heard.”

Keith flushes. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Can you help me or not?”

“Well, I won’t be painting it for you.”

“I know that! I just — I don’t know what I’m doing, ‘Llura. How the hell do I shape it right? What’s the deal with shading? How come half the colours look smudgy and brush hairs keep getting stuck in the paint? What —”

“Alright, deep breath,” Allura interjects. Keith listens. “Good.” Her voice softens. “He’s gonna love it, y’know? He loves you just as much as you love him — and don’t give me that ‘what if he doesn’t like me back’ shit,” she scolds, before he can protest. “Okay? He’s one of your closest friends. He’s going to appreciate the gesture regardless.”

“I know,” Keith says, exhaling deeply. “I know. But still. Help me?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you.”

———

Keith takes a deep breath, glancing down at the gift bag he’s holding. It’s not too late, really. He can ding dong ditch. That way Lance can get the painting — and the stupid sappy letter Keith wrote him — and Keith can avoid the whole mortifying ordeal of being known or whatever.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. He can confess his undying love another time, right? Lance doesn’t need to know now. Keith can suffer in silence. He’s gone this far —

“Keith! Hi! I tried to wait for you to know but you took too long. Come in!”

Lance beams at him, dorm room door opened wide, stepping to the side to usher Keith in.

Curse him and his stupid bat ears. Of course he heard Keith’s heartbeat through the door, or something.

“Hey, Lance.” He accepts Lance hug, squeezing tightly and inhaling smell of sunscreen and lavender.

The smell makes him brave, makes him bold.

“I, uh, I brought you something.”

Lance’s grin only gets wider. “I was hoping that was for me.” He makes grabby hands towards the bag. “Gimme!”

It will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine, Keith chants to himself as Lance tosses the decorative paper — ‘decorative paper’ being old homework because Keith has no idea where the hell he’s supposed to buy fancy gift paper — behind him, digging into the bag. He stills as he pulls out the canvas. He’s absolutely silent as he looks at it, face completely blank.

Keith cracks.

“I know it’s kind of ugly. I mean, I tried, and Allura tried to help, but I’m kind of a hopeless painter —”

Lance still makes no face, long fingers just tracing the bulky painting.

“— I tried to use your favourite colours! The blue and the red and the purple —”

Lance makes a choked noise. Keith can’t tell if it’s good or not; and it makes him a great deal more frantic.

“—peonies are your favourite, right? And you like dandelions too so I thought —”

“Keith,” Lance finally says, hoarse and quiet. “I —”

“There’s a letter, too, and — oh.” The letter is clasped tightly in Lance’s hand. “You’ve already read it. Cool. Awesome. It’s —”

“Keith —”

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal, right? I mean —”

“Keith —”

Keith forces himself to breathe properly. He is not successful. He’s not quite hyperventilating, but by God he is on his way.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll just dip and you text me whenever —”

“Keith!” Lance shouts. “I’m going to kiss you now. On the mouth.”

By the time that sentence registers in Keith’s brain, sunshine and lavender overwhelms his senses, soft, smooth lips pressed insistently to his. Lance’s cool fingers press the sides of his neck, a gentle but insistent pressure.

“Oh,” Keith breathes.

“I love you too, dumbass,” Lance whispers against his lips. “God I love you.“

“That’s — okay.”

He feels Lance’s smile.

Because it is pressed. Against his lips.

Holy shit.

“That’s okay?“ “Yeah. Yeah. I — love you too. Lots.”

Lance laughs. “Enough to hand paint me flowers that will never die.” He presses another kiss to Keith’s lips.

It feels like springtime.

———

based on this post

#gay and fluffy what did i tell u!! #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #getting together #first kiss #friends to lovers #allura #princess allura #big sister allura #dork allura #keith & allura #my writing #brown-eyed lance #whipped keith #pining keith #pining lance #pining klance #fic #longpost #modern au

[vshthestmpede]

please, don't go - romantic wolfwood + platonic sibling!vash

wc; 725

cw; near-death experience, guns, canon violence

note; a little more angsty than my usual works but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! any sort of criticism is always welcome <3

cross-posted to ao3

"c'mon, stay with me."

you groaned loudly as there was some pressure placed on your abdomen. you wanted to push whoever was on you away and curl up but you could barely move.

"(name), please, open your eyes," a soft voice pleaded somewhere to your right. vash. you didn't even realize your eyes were closed but you did as asked, squinting at the harsh sunlight. "okay, that's a start, good. okay. alright."

he was panicking. you slowly turned your head to look at him and attempted to give him a reassuring smile but he couldn't calm down while his eyes darted between yours and the blood gushing from the bullet wound in your stomach.

"where the hell is wolfwood with the bandages?" meryl cursed, doing her best to keep her hands steady as she kept applying pressure. "don't worry, (name), it's going to be okay. he should be back any second."

she had hastily added that last part when you looked around and realized that your lover was nowhere to be seen. your heart dropped when everything caught up to you all at once: the fight, pushing nicholas out of the way, taking the bullet that was meant for him.

"n-nico." you tried to sit up but the combination of vash, meryl, and the excruciating pain forced you to lay back down. "is he okay?"

"he's fine, (name)! healed and dandy like always," meryl promised you, holding a hand up to vash to try and calm his nerves. "like i said, he should be back any -"

"BANDAGES." you flinched as a door slammed open and hurried footsteps came towards you. "oh my god that's so much blood."

meryl grabbed the bandages from him and began to work on patching you up, muttering something under her breath. wolfwood settled on your left, frantic hands running through your hair.

"the hell were you thinking?" he asked and you shrugged. "you think yelling and tackling me was a good idea?"

"you're okay, are you not?" you prompted and he sighed. "then i'm fine with my decision."

"i'm not too happy about it," vash piped up but you waved him off.

nicholas pulled a handful of vials from the inside of his jacket, holding him up. "you see these? these mean bullets are pretty much useless against me, my star. which means all this -" he gestured to your bleeding body "- was heroic, yes, but not needed."

"totally necessary," you concluded. "i think i totally took that guy off guard, too. made it easier for you guys to beat him."

nicholas chuckled. "well, yeah, screaming like a lunatic would throw anyone off their groove."

meryl finally got off of you, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "you should be good for now, (name), until we can get to a medic so they can get the bullet out. just. . .keep laying there for a bit, okay? i really need to wash my hands."

"thanks, meryl," you called as she shuffled away. "vash, go make sure she gets some rest."

vash pouted. "but i - my sibling just got shot and now they're sending me away. what a life."

"i got them, needle noggin," wolfwood reassured. "you'll be the first i call for if anything happens."

"fine, fine." vash pushed himself to his feet and, after giving you one more look, followed meryl.

"so, are you going to start referring to me as your personal knight in shining armor?" you teased, earning you a laugh and a kiss on the forehead. "on a serious note: you know i'd do anything to keep you safe, right?"

nicholas hummed, his lips trailing chaste kisses down your face until they reached yours. it was like that kiss brought all the energy and life back to your body as you reached up and cradled his face, running your thumb over his cheek.

he pulled away slowly and you realized there were tears running down his face.

"nico -"

"i know you'll go to the ends of the planet for me," he whispered, voice cracking a little as he sniffled, "but please, my star, stay with me forever. don't die for my sake. we have so much we need to do, so much to see. promise me."

"i-i promise." you nodded, wiping his tears away. "i'm not going anywhere, nico. i belong here, right with you."

#trigun #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede

[nanawritesit]

Taeyeon Scenario: Meeting up after breaking up and getting back together

Anonymous said: “hiii! just saw you write for snsd and i wanted to request something with taeyeon, cause i think there's no much recent content to read of her. i was thinking maybe something with angst but a fluff ending, maybe they are in love but they're on a difficult moment as individuals so they decide on giving up on each other, but in the end they find each other when already healed and everything is beautiful and wholesome”

a/n: oh i totally agree, we need waaayyy more taeyeon content! i feel like it’s definitely gone down in popularity :( but i guess i gotta write it myself 😤 i love this prompt too, angst is actually one of my favorite genres bc i’m mentally ill. i hope you like it 💗💗💗

TW: light cursing, angst but it ends cutely

——————

It was around ten o’clock at night, and you were roaming the city streets exhausted and hungry. You couldn’t be more happy that you finally had your dream job, but you’d be lying if you said the hours weren’t killing you. Still, you were strong and weren’t going to give up anytime soon, you thought to yourself. Finally, you caught a glimpse of your favorite convenience store. It had the best instant ramen and beer, perfect for a late night dinner for one.

You entered the shop, waving to the cashier who knew you as a regular. You headed straight to the aisle with the ramen, but stopped in your tracks as you saw the shelf. It was completely empty!

“Damnit…” you cursed under your breath, shoving your hands in the pockets of your coat. “Guess I’ll have to find something else to eat for dinner.”

“You still haven’t given up on that ramen, huh?” a familiar voice said behind you. You immediately flipped around to see who it was, and your breath hitched in your throat. It was Taeyeon, your ex girlfriend.

She let out a tiny giggle at the look on your face. She couldn’t blame you though. You guys hadn’t seen each other in person since you broke up a few months ago.

Kim Taeyeon was the one that got away. She was your dream girl, and everything about her was perfect. Everything except the timing of your relationship. You both had commitments to your jobs that you felt you had to honor above all else, and it created such a huge distance between you. One day you woke up and felt like strangers, and came to the mutual decision that the two of you weren’t working out. It didn’t make it hurt any less, you were still madly in love with her. You’d had flings since the break up, but no one could ever measure up to her.

“Tae!” you exclaimed finally, shaking your head in disbelief. You reached out to give her a quick hug, which she gladly accepted. You were still on good terms and texted each other from time to time, so it wasn’t too awkward to share the small embrace. “Oh my gosh, how have you been? You look great by the way.”

She giggled, flipping her dark locks over her shoulder. She really did look pretty in her white blouse and two toned jeans. She looked good in everything, but you always loved when she wore simpler clothing because it let her true beauty shine through.

“I’ve been doing well! This last album was actually my best selling one yet, the fans all really liked it.” she blushed.

“I know I did. It was a great album, you should be very proud of that award you got.” you told her.

She smiled and dropped her jaw open dramatically. “You mean you watched the awards show? And you listened to the album too?”

“Well of course! I was there for half the writing process! I had to see it to fruition!” you exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips.

She laughed loudly, and you felt something break inside of you. You realized you missed hearing that noise. You actually missed almost everything about her.

“Well how about you? You were almost done with training when we…” she stopped, trailing off awkwardly from not knowing how to end the sentence.

You gave her a grin and decided to help her out. “When we broke up? Yeah I um… well, I got the job.”

Her mouth dropped open again, this time in genuine surprise. “Oh my gosh Y/N are you serious? That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you! Congratulations!” She leaned in and gave you another hug, this one far warmer and tighter than the last. You squinted your eyes at the feeling of her holding you again, not wanting to indulge in it too much.

You pulled back, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Well, I should get going. I have to figure out what I’m eating for dinner.”

“Hey, I was actually here for the same reason. Would you like to get dinner together? It’d be a nice chance to catch up…” she asked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She was looking at you with such a hopeful flint in her eyes, and when you saw her lips curl up in that adorable half smile, you were helpless.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

—————

Now it was around midnight, and you were both at an outdoor food eating fried chicken and drinking beer, which you got from the convenience store two hours ago. It was one of your favorite places to go on dates on the middle of your hectic schedules back when you were together, so you decided to visit it for nostalgia’s sake.

It was so easy to fall back into that same old rhythm with Taeyeon. She was so easy to talk to, so familiar. You knew so much about each other already that things were just so comfortable. There wasn’t any testing of waters or pressure of relationships, it was just enjoyable. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been sitting and talking for so long until you noticed the food stall packing up.

“Oh man, I guess we better get going before they kick us out.” Taeyeon chuckled, pushing in her chair.

You nodded, grabbing your jacket from off the table. “We should. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that!” she reassured you, waving her hand. Maybe it was the beer, but you could’ve sworn you saw a pink blush creeping up her cheeks at the thought.

“It’s okay, I know how much you hate walking alone at night.” you told her. “Besides, I live just a few streets down, we’d be walking the same way anyway.”

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before following behind you. “Okay, if you insist.” and smiled.

On the way home, a cold breeze hit you, and you both immediately shuddered. As if on instinct, you untied your jacket from around your waist and t it over her shoulders.

“Y/N…” she chuckled, tucking herself further into it. “You’re making this difficult for me.”

“Making what difficult?” you asked stupidly, shoving your fists in the pockets of your sweatpants.

She rolled her eyes and laughed once more before looking over at you. “Trying to pretend like I’m not still in love with you.”

You expected yourself to give more of a reaction, but for some reason, you just kept on walking, staring at the ground. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you didn’t say anything. Taeyeon stopped in her tracks, and you turned around to face her.

“What’s wrong?” you asked with a poker face.

“Please tell me you’re not over me.” she demanded, arms clutching her sides desperately. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who still wants us to be together?”

You stood there in shock for a moment, letting your lips part slightly. “Taeyeon, I didn’t know you still wanted to be with me. I thought we were done for good.”

“I thought so too...” she began, tightening her grip on her jacket, looking anywhere but your eyes. “But… I can’t stop thinking about you. I know we’re both committed to our careers, and I know I can’t trust myself around you, and I know things didn’t work out before but…. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you!” she confessed, stepping forward a bit as she finally met your gaze.

You sighed, brushing your hair out of your face. “Taeyeon…. how can you do this…”

“Do what? Love you? It’s the easiest thing in the world.”

“No, I mean how can you just show up out of the blue after I’ve spent months trying to forget about you, telling myself that I did what was best for both of us by ending things, lying to myself about how much I missed you, and get me all confused by telling me you still love me?” you snapped, getting frustrated at the well of feelings that had been tipping over inside you. You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but it kind of got away from you in the heat of the moment.

“Are you saying you don’t still love me?” she asked softly after a moment of silence, tears prickling at the surface of her brown eyes.

You scoffed with a frustrated laugh, putting your head in your hands. “Oh my gosh Taeyeon, of course I still love you! I never stopped! You’ve literally been the only thing on my mind at every moment of everyday!”

“Then why can’t we be together?” she pleaded, taking a step forward challengingly.

“Because it didn’t work, Taeyeon.” you declared, finally letting a few angry tears fall. “We’re both too busy and couldn’t give one another the relationship we deserved.”

“What we deserve is each other!” she cried out, practically sobbing now. No matter how mad she made you, you would always hate seeing he cry. “I was never happier than when I was with you! I thought succeeding at my job would make me happier but it doesn’t. It all means nothing if I don’t have you to share it with!”

You looked at each other desperately as both of your tears fell to the pavement, and at that moment you finally understood each other. Right now, sharing this gaze, was the most intimate moment you had ever shared. At last, you knew how one another felt.

You took a few short, quick strides over to her, then yanked her into an embrace. You held onto her so tightly, as if she would disappear at any given moment. You buried your head into her neck, letting the last of your tears fall before pulling back to look at her.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” you confessed, wiping one of her remaining tears away with your thumb.

She laughed through the tears, then put her arms up behind your neck. “I promise, we’ll make it work this time. I’ll take time off work to spend it with you.”

“Same here.” you agreed, nodding your head with a smile. “I lost you once, and I’m not gonna lose you again.”

She looked at you with such unbridled adoration, glassy eyes shining even brighter than the moon above you, and before you knew it, your faces were just centimeters apart. You closed the gap slowly, pressing your lips to hers softly. God, you missed this so much. You would never, ever grow tired of kissing her. The two of you just seemed to mold together so well.

She pulled back to breathe, forehead still pressed against yours. “Come on, let’s get to my place. I think we have lots to talk about.”

#taeyeon imagines #taeyeon scenarios #taeyeon headcanons #taeyeon x reader #taeyeon fanfic #taeyeon writers #taeyeon reactions #kim taeyeon #taeyeon snsd #snsd imagines #snsd reactions #snsd scenarios #snsd headcanons #snsd x reader #girl group imagines #girl group fanfic #girl group scenarios #girl group x reader

[chubbletea]

I AM ASKING YOU LOUDLY ABOUT MCSM THIS DAY ARIA AU. TELL ME EVERYTHING INFODUMP RIGHT NOW

OKAY OAK AY OPAKAY OAK YUSDGSAIUFHGVKHSVDBS DVHJFXVKS

AHHSHR HYGT TYSM FIOR ASKUNG I AM SO EXCITED TO TELL YOU ABT THIS

SO

I am currently rewatching s2 (abt halfway through s2e1) and rewatched a canterlot wedding yesterday so these things are likely to change abt this (I will reblog this post with it later!)

iyk the plot of a canterlot wedding, you can pretty much guess where this is going. but still, there are some differences

some time between s1 and s2, petra goes to lukas (her cousin) and shows him the ring and tells him that she plans on proposing to jesse. lukas is very supportive of her decision and encourages her to do it. she ends up proposing to them at endercon! (I imagine beacontown's not that far from endercon). obv, jesse says yes! they are now engaged :]

the days go on like they normally would (for the most part) until the start of s2. I'm thinking maybe instead of the town preparing for founder's day, they're preparing for the wedding (I imagine it's in the order hall!)

when romeo transforms into jesse at the end of s2e3, he has NO FUCKIN CLUE that jesse is supposed to be getting married in like. a week at most. he finds out by petra coming up to him and talking abt it, much to his confusion

now, ofc, jesse is down in prison with radar (and jack?) and VERY MUCH MISSES THEIR FIANCEE. they know they're supposed to be getting married soon and is very nervous abt it bc they don't know what happened to petra!! and hopes she's okay!!!! generally worried abt the wedding and what could happen and if they will even have one at all :(

petra eventually catches on to quote unquote "jesse" not being themselves. in their panic, "jesse" brainwashes petra, similar to how chrysalis did to shining armor in the episode, which turns her eyes a similar color to romeo's, but duller.

the wedding plan goes on. jesse is miserable, radar is slightly less miserable, petra is brainwashed. but where is everyone else in all this? lukas is the main person who goes "HEY WTF?", so he kinda plays twilight in this case, but no one rlly does anything abt it bc they're just like "eh I think they're stressed", which would be understandable in this case tbh

eventually lukas tries to confront "jesse", and obv, this goes poorly. I don't have an exact idea on how it all plays out, but it ends with lukas crying bc He Fucked Up and "jesse" pretending to comfort him, he apologizes, and he sends his ass to the Shadow Realm (sunshine institute)

after a while of searching hopelessly for a way out, he comes across the real jesse (and radar). he tackles jesse, despite their protests, thinking they're still the fake, so jesse has to convince him that they're the real jesse, so they bring up the time where they gave him their cookie in the dirt hut wayy back in s1e1, and he's like "HOLY SHIT! I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU" and they hug and radar's like "aww" and then they move on (again, a reference to a canterlot wedding)

they find a way to escape, yadda yadda yadda (THIS DAY IS GOING TO BE PERFECTT /lyr), and just as "jesse" and petra are gonna get married, lukas, radar, and the real jesse bust in and stop the wedding DRAMATICALLY.

then I imagine it plays out similarly to how the episodes actually went and they defeat romeo (like I mentioned earlier, haven't seen s2 in a hot second, SOO). petra's brainwashing is removed (somehow. still figuring that one out), and then jesse and petra can get married! yayy!!

oh btw I did make wedding outfit concepts for jesse and petra! here they are;

found all the stuff on pinterest. I also made "jesse" and brainwashed petra in pt;

and! here are the wedding roles I have planned;

radar- officiant

ivor- ring bearer

jack- bride's (petra's) escort

lukas- petra's best man

axel & olivia- jesse's best man & maid of honor respectively (it's a non-traditional wedding I can do what I want)

like I said, I imagine the wedding takes place in the order hall, and I may write some vows at some point, but that's basically it. I have some vague ideas on what wedding photos, the cake, the reception, etc. look like, but yk. I'll get there

so. YEAH. that's my tda!mcsm au. FEEL FREE TO SHOOT ME ANOTHER ASK IF YOU WANNA KNOW MORE PLS PLS PLS PLSSSS

#jesse mcsm #petra mcsm #romeo mcsm #lukas mcsm #radar mcsm #axel mcsm #olivia mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm petra #mcsm romeo #mcsm lukas #mcsm radar #mcsm axel #mcsm olivia #minecraft story mode #mcsm #mcsm au #🎷.hcs #🎷.thoughts #🎷.ask

[leelahsrose]

HONEY. | LIL MEECH

Hey y’all! Long time no see, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here + Wattpad but I am back for sure and ready to write again. For my comeback story I’ve decided to do a Lil Meech fanfiction, i haven’t seen anybody writing for him and I want to change that. Of course this is always going to be a black!reader! I hope you all enjoy, I already have the first three chapters written up for y’all so comment, like, + share for me! 🫶🏾❤️

chapter one.

“𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧.” -Key Glock, circa 2021

12:30 PM

This story starts in the strip club, yes you read that correctly. The club. The place where there is a multitude of beautiful and seductive women? Yes, that's exactly where it starts. You might be thinking it will begin with a dancer herself, no? Maybe not, the club was always filled with lost souls every night. But, there was one diamond in the rough there. On the outside, she shines bright. Her energy as beautiful as the features on her face. The inside is where all the good stuff hides. In this story, only one person will bring it out of her. But, at what cost?

THE DIAMOND.

the story of

DETROIT.

khaleesi

PRESENT DAY.

"Big ol glock, nigga." Key Glock's cops & robbers shakes the whole Diamond. The beat bangs against the walls as the hundreds of people on the floor move in their own way. Red cups are held in the air, filled with a variety of alcohol. Hennessy, dussé, crown. Pulsing low blue lights fill the large room all the way up to the balcony, hundreds of dollars float slowly and down into the air as a dancer graces the sizable circle platform in the middle of the room. The way her body twists and turns around the pole was like art. Her heels clacked together loudly when the beat drops.

The Diamond is a two-story entertainment club with the most attractive and jaw-dropping women in Detroit. It was and currently is the hottest strip club in the city, the amount of money that filled the place on Friday & Saturday nights was thousands. Maybe millions. Everybody knew, if you wanted to have fun... the Diamond is the place to go. But, our story starts with Khaleesi Taylor.

"Cash rules everything around me." The song changes causing the lights to fade into a soft blush color. A young lady, 21 to be exact, sits at the bar with a shot glass in her hand. Her legs crossed and her walls up as her back rests against the counter. Khaleesi's dark eyes gaze up at her sister on the pole, her orbs filled with the pink lighting. She watched carefully as Kali's hands grip and hold the metal, the sound in her ears had tuned out. She had stayed hours with Kali to help her practice, motivating and being there for her.

Khaleesi sits her glass down and runs her hands down her thick thighs, her long & tall square nails were decorated with colorful decals and bright colors. Her glistening and smooth brown skin was rich, she found the time to moisturize using oil with lotion. It's what made her skin feel like a cloud. Her button nose had two gold piercings on each nostril, one of the small hoops has a yellow butterfly hanging freely.

Khaleesi wears a denim mini skirt, it was light blue. The top, a dark brown crop top with baby blue thick heeled-boots. Her tummy poking slightly through her skirt, for some, it was an insecurity but for her she loves her tummy. There's a black bag that hangs from her shoulder, the bundles in her head were thick & wavy: the silky tresses cascading down her back beautifully. A buss down jet black middle-part was her favorite style, she believes it really compliments her face.

She stands up and pulls at her skirt, Khaleesi had always been thick. It was a disadvantage & advantage at the same time, for example, she couldn't wear things like this without her cheeks showing. Sometimes, she just says fuck it. Her slithering gaze skims the club as the tip of her thumb sits on the edge of her lips. As she walks, the beat catches up with her. With every step her hips switch, her plump behind flowing like water. Times like this, she felt so confident.

The many eyes of men & women follow her, she waved at some of the girls that said hi to her as Khaleesi glides past to the dressing room. She comes to the back of the club where a matte black door stands. She flashes her wristband at the buff security, he nods and opens the door for her. In the room, multiple girls were walking around. Some naked, some screaming and chatting with friends, others getting dressed to go out on the floor. "Let's go girls! Get y'all asses ready!"

Khaleesi pushes her way to the corner were Kali was gathering her makeup and supplies quickly. Her head switches toward her sister sharply. "Girl, where the hell you been? We have to go asap!" Kali grabs the black bag and rips it open, she takes out a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. A pair of white tennis shoes came right after. "Dad's gonna kill us, fuck Leesi."

"We're gonna get back in time, don't worry. Besides, you know dad and mom sleep heavy as hell."

"We still have to go to the store and get some breakfast for this morning, remember, I told them I'd go shopping?"

"Fuck! Kali I told you to go before we left for the club." Kali pushes the bag into Khaleesi's chest as she walks past her. Her flosses and other stage outfits were packed into the bag. They come out of the dressing room quickly, the beginning of Brent Faiyaz's price of fame filling their ears. The drop of the beat shook Khaleesi's body to the core, her hips wanted to sway and move to the beat so badly.

"You know you need to pull your skirt down, daddy would kill you."

"Says the girl who was just in her damn floss on the pole." Kali rolls her eyes and grabs ahold of Leesi's wrist. They move as one through the crowd, pushing through the sweaty people and desperate men. "I'm glad we left anyway, ballers don't come out until later." Khaleesi says when they get outside, they walk beside one another heading to the bus stop. Shoulder to shoulder as they push one another playfully.

Kali holds on securely to another black duffel bag in her hand, it was full of ones and maybe if she was lucky 20s & 50s. She looks just like her younger sister but, obviously an older version. Kali was 24, Khaleesi 21. The warm and slightly windy air was comforting to the both of them, they grew up on a farm. It felt like being in the vast green fields back at home, it was freeing but, they were far from that.

They moved to Detroit at a young age, their father had got a high-end job and was transferred immediately to the city with their mother behind them. They live in a house in a nice neighborhood 10 miles from The Diamond. Their father works for a company downtown and man was it exhausting for him. Their mom, a stay at home mother who loves cooking more than anything. Kali, graduated senior, who works in the club secretly to make money for herself.

Khaleesi, a recently graduated senior, helps her sister out and not by dancing. She covers for Kali and supports her dancing career in the club, carrying her supplies and handing her what she needs when she gets dressed. "So... are you going to move out?" Khaleesi didn't want her sister to leave her, her voice held a certain kind of sadness. Their father and brother was incredibly overbearing hence, why Kali wanted to move.

Her father and Kali have a tension between them, she was more the rebellious sister and Khaleesi the sweet one who abided by all the rules. Kali didn't want to leave her sister but, it was only a matter of time before their father finds out about her night life. Then, she'll be kicked out instead of moving out. "I don't know, you know I can't leave you by yourself."

"Then take me with you, we can be roommates."

"It’s not that easy. You know dad and mom won't let you come with me, especially when they find out about me." The thought of her parents disowning her was terrifying, the two people she believes would love her forever. "Plus, they want you to go to college. I love dancing, no matter how much they don't understand."

“I don't want to go to college, why does everyone want me to go." Kali grabs her shoulder, stopping Khaleesi in her tracks. Her baby blue heels weren't clacking against the concrete anymore. The streets dead quiet, it was expected considering the time. "What?"

"You have to go, don't you wanna be something?" Khaleesi rips her sisters hand from her shoulder and steps in front of Kali.

"I can be something without college, not everyone needs a degree to go out and be something. Hell, I say as long as you're making money a job is a job."

"Tell that shit to dad, bookie." She rolls her eyes as Kali slides past her. Their father was adamant on Khaleesi going to college, when he couldn't get Kali to budge the responsibility fell on Leesi. "Let's go, the gas station across the street!"

"Wait for me!" They run across the empty street screaming happily, their black hair flowing behind them carelessly. Nights like these were the best, the most care-free. Even if they are away from their dad and brother’s strict rules & expectations for a couple seconds, it was always the best feeling however long it lasts. The gas station, no more than two minutes from the Diamond, was packed with hellcats. Cherry red, winter blue, and snow white chargers take up the gas pumps. The music echoing down the street engulfs the atmosphere, men sit on the hoods smoking, talking, and gambling.

"Kali, what's up ma?" They walk past a man in a tracksuit, he grabs ahold of her wrist holding her in place. This causes Khaleesi to stop in her tracks and run into Kali's back.

"Sir, we're tryna get some food." Kali nudges his forehead back and pulls her wrist away from him. "Holla at you later." One thing Kali didn't do was ditch her sister for a man, she didn't put anybody above her. He kisses his teeth and walks away pulling his hood over his head, Khaleesi sighs as they walk into the store.

"I didn't mean to scare away your guy friend."

"Girl please! I already fucked him a while ago. He won't leave me alone. If anything, you saved me." Kali laughs causing the corners of Khaleesi's lips to lift into a smile.

The two sisters walk into the store and are greeted with a booming voice. Nizhoni. Her dad owns the place but forces her to work night shifts on some weekdays and weekends. A green lollipop swirls between her full lips—her teeth drenched in grills. Her nails were cut into a stiletto shape and black as night.

"Leesi and Kali!" They walk over and lean against the counter, the small convenient store was crowded with teenagers and young people shopping & playing around. The TV blasting in the corner was showing a rerun of a football game, a group of older men gathered around it to watch carefully. "I love you two so much, you actually came to keep me company. You know the night life gets busy." Nizhoni collapses down on the countertop and sighs deeply.

She sits back up and pulls her hand purse from the side of her and on to the counter. Niz takes out a nail filer from her purse and begins to scrape it against her fingernails, Khaleesi lifts herself up and sits down on the tall counter. She grabs one of the 99 cent honeybuns from a rack and opens it, taking a big bite. "I know how much you love those little shits so I'll let you have it for free this time." 

"Thank you." Khaleesi tunes out the talking of Kali & Nizhoni, everything around her had seem to become dark and quiet as she chews on her honeybun. Her brown eyes observing the surroundings, she was the paranoid sister. Always watching. Always observing others behaviors and motives. A steady beat bangs in her chest, it seems to cause the whole gas station to vibrate. Everyone's eyes seem to land on the black SUV pulling up to one of the pumps.

The passenger side door opens and a young man jumps out of the vehicle. A smile wide on his face, the whiteness of his teeth dancing with the stations bright lights. Khaleesi's eyes were stuck on him, the way he carried himself was... attractive. Everyone else had paid no mind to him, going back into their own little worlds. Kali and Nizhoni didn't notice, they continued to talk.

Khaleesi didn't notice her breathing had changed, her chest moves up and down in a quick but steady pace. She tilts her head up a little trying to get a better look but, she didn't want to get caught looking in this man's direction. She watched as he converse, talking to other men as his tall figure leaned against the SUV. "I love to love you baby." Donna Summer's soothing voice echoes in the back of her mind, the music on the tv playing faintly but loud.

His cuban chains glistened beautifully in the light: there was one, no- two around his tattooed neck. He wears all black, long-sleeved shirt and joggers. Khaleesi couldn't stop staring at some of the rings on his thick fingers. The veins running through his hands show as he moves them around expressing what he was saying. He has a rough beard on his sharp jawline and a thin mustache going across his plump lips. The hood on his head lowers as he walks toward the door. A piece pushed into the side of his waistband, Khaleesi gasps softly and removes her eyes off of him.

The man has on colors that they were not suppose to associate with, Leesi's heart was thumping against her chest. They weren't usually welcomed on this side of town. But, could still come and go as they please. "We have to go, Kali." Her sisters eyes shift to her as she grabs her wrist.

"What's wrong?" Nizhoni nudges Kali's shoulder and they all look to the double doors. Kamari Parker pushes them open, he walks inside and the room falls silent. A soft green lighting from outside flows from behind him and into the store. Khaleesi didn't dare to look up, Kali had turned her head away as well. Her eyes glued to Nizhoni, Kali bulges her eyes at her begging for Niz to say something.

"Ohhhkay..." Kamari squints his eyes around the store, his heavy steps move around the room as he grabs a bag of chips. Khaleesi's thumb touches her bottom lip as she watches him, his deep voice is heard as he raps random lyrics. Niggas. His voice, Khaleesi couldn't control the sensation between her thighs. It rattled her, it held nothing but power. She quickly crosses her legs and averts her stare when he turns around and walks over.

"Wassup? Let me get a five pack, russian cream." The words that slipped from his lips were smooth and comforting, Khaleesi couldn't feel anything but timid in his presence. He felt familiar, he felt warming and reassuring. Leesi believed he would go after her sister, no one's ever chased after her. Everyone loves her sister, she was beautiful, charming, and a great dancer. And she was just known as Kali's little sister.

Khaleesi sighs and looks back towards the store, her eyes landing on the TV as she tunes out the rest of the conversation. "Let me get some oil too, mama."

"Give me a second and I'll come out there and put it in for you, baby." Nizhoni gently smiles and pops her lollipop out her mouth. Kamari smiles then licks his lips.

"Is it okay if shorty over there does it instead?" Kali and Nizhoni's eyes switch over to Khaleesi. Her big sister slaps her on the thigh to catch her attention, Leesi gasps and glares in Kali's direction.

"What the fuck, Kali?"

"This nice man would like for you to put some oil in his car." Kali has a forced smile on her face, she tilts her head towards the door. "Go on, now. I'll be watching you in here." Kamari grabs his bag of chips and backwoods, he walks backwards to the door. His eyes looked Khaleesi up and down, he bites his bottom lip and walks outside into the summer air.

"Kali, if Q finds out-"

"He's not here and we saw the way you were looking at him, bitch, go." She smiles and laughs with Nizhoni, Khaleesi hugs Kali tightly and runs to the entrance. She walks outside and her eyes automatically land on Kamari, his stare holds on her.

"Come on." He flicks his hand toward him, Khaleesi walks across the parking lot. Her heels slapping the ground as her hair falls gracefully around her shoulders. She heard a few whistles but easily ignored them, she could've sworn she saw a slight sneer or Kamari's face. He didn't like it. Parker lifts up the hood as Khaleesi stands beside his tall figure. She stopped exactly at his shoulder, she was tall herself. He removes the top and moves aside for Leesi. "It's all yours."

She glances over at him and sees he's resting against the car on his side. Just watching her. Khaleesi pours the oil in slowly, she bites her lip trying to concentrate. She could feel his eyes burning into her, her legs becoming weak and her mind was racing with thoughts. Stand up, girl! Khaleesi screams at herself in her head. "Is there a reason you're watching me like this?"

"Just making sure you good, you good?" Khaleesi looks up at him and that was a mistake. He looked so good, she was folding hard. His voice was soft, almost like a whisper but, still had a hint of raspiness.

"Yes, I'm good, thanks for asking." Khaleesi closes the top on the oil and walks past Kamari to throw away the bottle. The friends that he arrived with were gathered around the car talking amongst themselves. His eyes follow her behind as they move up her spine and to the hair laying on her neck. Khaleesi comes back toward him and he grabs her wrist softly.

"What's your name?" She didn't think he would ask her that, Khaleesi panics. They were not under any circumstances allowed to tell their names to enemies. What made him ask her name? Had she caught his attention?

"And why would you want that?" Khaleesi calms her self and begins to play along, she moves close to him. He leans back against the car, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You're beautiful, that's all. I've never seen you around."

"Oh, so you want my name so you can spy on me." Khaleesi smiles, Kamari's arm wrapping around her waist: he pulls her in and clenches his jaw. She turns her head and quietly gasps, she feels his eyelashes graze her cheek softly as he looks down at her body.

"I'm serious, can I please have your name?"

"I'm sorry, no." Khaleesi's finger grazes the skin under his chin. She bites her lip as he looks up in her eyes, he sits against the car.

"Why you wanna play like that?" A half smile rises on his lips, Kamari laughs then sits up. "That's aight, I'mma ask everybody in this motherfucka then." Khaleesi stops him from leaving her sight, she grabs his hand before he can walk away and pushes him on the side of the car. "Damn, nigga." A look of amusement on his face as he returns to his original position.

"Fine, it's Khaleesi. What about you?"

"People call me many names but, the only one you need to know is Kamari."

"Come on, Khaleesi!" Kali runs out and grabs ahold of her sisters wrist. "They're here." Khaleesi's heart drops to the pit of her stomach, she pulls away from Kamari quickly. "Nigga, this never happened." Kali glares at him and he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes never leaving Khaleesi's. He watches as they run and disappear into the night.

#blackgirlsarelit #lil meech #black!reader #fanfic #leelahsrose #erik killmonger x reader

[lilith-little-world]

The Oracle|| Concept Oneshot 3|| Valentine Special

I know this is somewhat late, but I really wanted to do something sweet that doesn't reveal too much of the plot. Which took me the whole day to come up. Also I may have forgotten that it was Valentine's day and slept for nearly the whole day. Whoops... my bad. This is in 1st person and whatever style you guys like, I will have majority of the story in. (Since I like mixing perspectives once in a while.)

I fiddle with a small black box. My mind raced on how I should give this to him. It was a simple gift, so why was I so worried? Glancing at the window, the sunlight shines strongly through the curtains.

‘He should be coming here soon.’

I was sitting on my bed staring at the box that holds a necklace. It was supposed to be a thank-you gift, nothing too special. Hell, it wasn't much of a big deal at first. However, a comment from the vendor changed everything.

“Hope your significant other enjoys the gift!”

A comment that had been stuck in my mind all morning.

“Ahh, this is driving me crazy!” I sigh and give my loveable pet a tired look. She was laying across from me, exhausted from walking all morning at the market.

“I mean, we’re friends! So he wouldn't think anything weird if I got him a gift. Anyways, red has a lot of meanings over here! It could mean protection or good luck!”

The small dog huffs.

“Don't give me that, Almond! I would like it if you at least try to sympathize.”

Almond lifts her head and looks at me.

“Maybe I'm overthinking things, but can you blame me? I don't think he feels the same way about me… I don't want to make a big fool of myself.”

Almonds slowly get up and walk towards me. Her tail wags as she sits on my lap. A small smile finally made its way onto my face.

“Alright, I get it, I'm calm now,” I said, scratching behind her ears.

A loud knock breaks the happy moment. Before the front door opens, revealing Wukong. He had a relaxed expression on his face as he waltzed right into my room.

“I brought lunch!” He said, bringing the plastic bag up to show off before heading to the “kitchen”. Which were just a mini fridge, microwave, and table with three chairs.

He places the bag down and sets up the table. I took this as my chance to hide the box in my jacket’s pocket.

“You don't have to do this every day.” I took a chair right across from him. Grabbing the plastic plate covered by foil.

“Is it a crime of wanting to help?” He quickly jabs. Finally sitting and getting a plate.

I stay silent, as I take off the foil. It was steamed pork buns.

“I still don't understand why you would go this far for me. I'm not that important.” I grabbed a bun and took a bite.

“You are to me.”

I cough loudly, nearly spitting out the chewed-up bun. I stare at him with wide eyes. It seems that Wukong didn't realize what escaped from his mouth, because he soon tensed up and darted his eyes away from me.

“You may not see yourself as someone special or important, but I do.”

“Because I'm the fated oracle?” I said questioningly.

“You’re more than that! So what, you got a blessing from Guanyin herself? To me, you're more than that! Y/n, I care about you, because I love you, alright.”

He stayed silent, refusing to look at me. All I could do was sit there stunned.

‘He loves me…’

I took another bite from my bun and stared at the red face monkey. His eyes were shut closed and a scowl quickly took over his face. My hand went into my pocket. Grazing the small box, I contemplate for a second.

‘Well, guess that solves my dilemma from earlier.’

I slid the box across the table. Wukong opens his eyes to glance at it. Hesitantly reaches for the black box.

“When I was at the market, I saw this old lady selling some jewelry. Then this crazy idea came to my head when I saw the necklace. That it would be nice if we both match.” I twiddle with my bracelet nervously.

Wukong takes out the red string necklace with a simple gold peach charm. He finally looks at me and down at my wrist. There was a brief silence before he smiled and put on the necklace. It sits nicely on his collarbone.

“Not bad, peaches. I like it and that idea. However, so that we are clear.”

His tense posture disappears as he leans forward, head resting in his hand. Giving his classic smirk that shows off his fangs.

“Does that mean you feel the same way?”

It was my turn to turn red.

“Stop being so smug about it and yes.”

He chuckles.

“I'm not smug, on the contrary, I'm just really excited!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Hey, Y/n.”

“What?”

“You give out the cutest of reactions.” He smiles at me brightly.

Maybe it won't hurt to make this place my new home.

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Alright, the story is nearly all set up. Just need a few more things, like where the hell should I post it since it's going to be really long. Also may open the asks soon, so I can answer your guy's questions. In the meantime, you guys chill and enjoy some one-shots coming your way. Some will be with different characters (cough macaque cough cause I also am planning a story for him as well). Hopefully, things turn out well and you guys stay long enough for these damn stories to come out.

Happy late Valentines!

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[opinated-user]

(Cw: Grooming and CSA)

I think the hardest part about learming about LO is that she was a figure I have known about since I was ten. I was invested in MLP since I was six, and was an undiagnosed autistic AFAB person who didn't have a lot of friends. MLP was my life, it was the shining beacon of joy that got me through being bullied. I wanted to consume every aspect of it, and was drawn to analysis because I was a pretentious little goober who wrote book reports for fun. The MLP Analysis community were people I looked up too, because they were adults, and I was taught to respect and listen to adults. So when that inevitably led to me being groomed, I didn't know how to handle anything. I didn't know the word for what happened, I didn't know how to express it.

And then, to see a figure that had been somewhat mocked by this community, stand up and put a name to what I went through... I fell right back into that phase of idolation. I didn't know how to process what was done to me then, but in that moment it felt so vindicating to hear someone loudly wish death on the kind of people who had shattered my entire life. Like I was actually worth fighting for.

And then to find out that person was glorifying and actively carrying out that same behavior. I feel stupid for ever even trying to convince myself that all these allegations were all just lies.

You'd think that someone would learn to spot it the second time.

hey, anon. you're never stupid for wanting to have faith in people. many times they're actually good. many people would fight for you and any other who went through the same as you, because people like you are worth it and don't deserve the silence. i'm so sorry you were hurt like that, i'm sorry that nobody was there to tell you how that wasn't okay and it made LO's word all the more attractive for you. none of that was okay. nobody should have to feel that alone and confused. it's not your fault and it will never be that LO took advantage of that. you were hurt and thought you found a place where you could be validated. there's nothing wrong with any of that, it's only human.

if anything, i just want to thank you, anon, because you did listen and didn't cling to whatever image LO had built up in front of you. i'm sure it wasn't easy, that it was painful on it's own way, but you did it and that speaks volumes of the kind of person you're. it's hard for me to read people trying to defend LO even as she says the most unhinged things i have read, but people like you make it worth it. because that means this is not pointless, that other people can get away from her and won't be hurt by her again. messages like yours are the ones that keep me going here. i hope that means something for you.

#lily orchard

[karimwillia]

Part 13

Warnings: Teen Content. Making out. Plot

Winter Break places a pause to the school year activities but the girls are busy personally. Romanda has Shuri fly to DC to be with her for a week so she can be back to see Riri’s Honors Society Induction. Riri hates the separation so she calls Shuri as soon as she can.

“How was the flight Dove?” “It went smoothly Princess. I went to sleep as soon as the plane took off.” Ri is curled up in her bed wearing one of Shuri’s many hoodies she has acquired. “Baby, how can you sleep literally anywhere? You have got to be aware of what’s going on around you.” “I was fine Princess. I just envision you being with me. That comforts me.”

“You made that up to make me smile. Don’t distract I still worry.” “I know. There's no need I’m safe. Mother wants to congratulate you on your honors society induction. We are so proud of you. How is the speech coming?”

“I have it done. It’s about my Dad, my biggest force to keep creating. Give her my thanks.” “He is in everything you do, just remember. I can’t wait to be there in the front row.” “You better since I’ll be at every home game to see the Panther play.” “Oooh sounds like I’m going to have the best season. With my new good luck charm there.” Another call chimes in and Riri let’s Shuri take the call.

“I will text you later Princess. I love you.” “I love you more.”

The fast switch brings M'Baku’s deep baritone voice over the speaker. He serves as Shuri’s agent and wanted to discuss some endorsements that are on the table. Offers came flying in after the first campaign. This year is crucial for her image and she has a lot of good buzz. “Bro I would rather have an Adidas sponsorship than Reebok. The apparel is more me you know.” “I do like the Adidas agreement better so no issues from me. Baby Sister. Before you ask, you can wear other things recreationally. ”

Shuri laughs full chest. “Aye I’ll get right on picking out my game swag. Second Brotha, is my surprise ready?” A deep bellowy laugh comes through the phone. “Yes Sister, your Christmas surprise is ready. Your softness is showing. Being in love is a beautiful thing, no?”

Shuri drops her head blushing. How she feels for Riri has been known for sometime but it still gives her butterflies. “It is a surreal feeling.” “Well I love to witness your joy. She is a talented young woman. Just make sure you are being responsible.” The last part makes Shuri flustered. “Thank you Brotha. She is my shining star. I am more than responsible.” Humming M’Baku just leaves the comment for now. “We will be in touch Sister.” “Bye Bro.”

Shuri flops on her bed lying on her back looking up to the ceiling. Her mind is all over the place. Especially now. Sometimes she just needs these moments to process everything around her. Her Senior Basketball season is right around the corner. She’s nervous about it for reasons she can’t quite put into words. Maybe she just feels things are going too well. Her classes she even has been painting again, the NIL deal is good, plus she has the girl of her dreams. She wishes her Father could be here for it all, that makes her think of Riri who she knows wishes the same thing.

That wish motivates Shuri to be very intentional about supporting Rihanna, and she knows that Riri thinks the same way. The thought makes her smirk. This surprise she has up her sleeve was not easy to think up. She racked her brain about this for weeks and found the perfect thing. She hopes.

Ironically Riri is thinking in a similar fashion lying in almost the exact same position. Her mind is wandering thinking of her research, of her induction speech and how she is now loudly and proudly in Love. It’s been a whirlwind but it feels so comfortable. Riri is stuck though on how to surprise her girlfriend for Christmas. Of all the holidays to be stuck she chooses her favorite one to not have a clue of what to do.

The trip to DC was pleasantly quick. Shuri made a point to clear a lot of her business so she can just enjoy the holiday. Riri and Sharon were standing at the airline waiting for a jet lagged Shuri. Once she saw her Princess Shuri swept her up in a tight hug lifting her high into the air with ease. Riri could not help but kiss her and pull her bottom lip just a touch. It speaks with a bit more passion than Sharon could stand. Clearing her throat they split apart gathering Shuri’s things in the car.

“Shuri, please don’t leave home without this girl again ok?” Sharon is jovial as she pulls out of the pick up lane. “Hey! I wasn’t that bad Sha.” “Yes Sister it was that bad, you acted out One Wish in the shower.” The car is full of laughs. “STOOOOP I just missed you is all” Riri whined facing Shuri. “We FaceTimed every night though Princess.” Shuri pecked Ri’s pouting lips. “Aww I’ll just pack you in my luggage next time.” Sharon shakes her head and makes a fake barf sound. “Gross.” The ride home from there was chill.

The chemistry with the families was immediate and genuine. Mrs Williams and Mrs Udaku adore the relationship their daughters have so they support it any way they can. There is an open door policy at both homes but it works for them, neither girl is ready for what happens behind closed doors other than some making out quite yet. That is what they decided in the last conversation but some feelings have been shifting recently. Still no action yet despite the feelings.

This helps to ease Romanada’s mind as she is not home much due to her Diplomatic Duties. The Netflix nights, Friday Dinners and nap dates are all parent approved courting.

It is the day before Christmas Eve and the girls have gotten approved for their first supervised overnight. Shuri will stay at Riri’s then have a family style Christmas Eve Dinner with the Williams’ plus a full Christmas Day. Everyone piles out of the car when Sharon pulls up to the house. It feels so much home for Shuri she even says it.

After getting settled and changed in the Pjs Riri and Shuri build their normal Netflix fort in the front room and cuddle in for a Christmas movie marathon. Riri is sitting between Shuri’s legs leaning on her chest. “Hey Princess, pass the popcorn.” Shuri's voice vibrates on Ri's back as she speaks. Riri picks it up and holds it out, keeping it away looking back with a smirk. “No come get it.” Shuri smirks back leaning up on her knees, she starts to tickle her girlfriend for the bowl. “I’ll get it alright.” Ri sets the bowl down and is full blow gently wrestling now. They roll around a bit with Riri nipping at Shuri’s skin a few times.

They stop as Shuri holds Ri with her on top and the butterflies in their stomach turn to flames with one kiss. Pulling on her bottom lip Shuri slides her tongue into Ri’s mouth and a moan escapes both of their mouths. Shuri’s hands move with more confidence over Ri’s body resting her thumbs under the hem of Ri’s shirt gripping her body closer. Ri’s hands tangle in Shuri’s hair and she pulls at the curls when a new sensation takes over her. Shuri is kissing her neck with a soft bite and sucking. There are several more that follow leaving bruises. Riri bites her bottom lip for dear life to not make too much noise.

Shuri moans against the skin she is bruising with each tug to her hair. “Shit” she says as she pulls away to look at Ri. The look in her eye means Riri wants to try so they roll over leaning Riri on top. Shuri’s hands run up her back as Ri follows the steps Shuri did with a little more flare. She kisses her lips with tongue then pulls at Shuri’s ear. Before biting her neck and licking it some. Shuri breathes out gripping Ri’s back under her shirt. Riri places a soft hand on Shuri’s neck before kissing her on the lips again. Shuri has to push her back some to speak. Breathless. “We need to stop.” Riri giggles while holding her face to hide her blush. Ri realizes that she was rocking her hips a bit into Shuri. Breathless and giggling “Right I’m sorry.”

Laughing as she moves Ri’s hands, Shuri leaves butterfly kisses all over her girl's face. “You don’t have to be sorry, trust me. I just don’t want to wake Sha.” They move to cuddle and get comfy. Shuri is holding onto Ri loosely. “Hey Dove can I ask you something?” “Of course Baby. You can ask me anything.” Shuri picks up on her nervous energy. She breathes out tickling Riri’s neck. “I know tonight is not right but…do you know when you will be ready?” Kissing that same spot on her neck, Shuri wants to reassure Riri. “Baby what are you asking me?” Riri sits up out of Shuri’s arms with a huff. “I just want to know why you stop us every time something gets close to happening? I know I don’t know much but I can learn.” Riri’s head is down, not meeting Shuri’s eyes.

Shuri sits up to face Ri and holds her face to make their eyes meet. “Honestly I have never stopped because of you. I stopped us because of me. I don’t have much experience either, so I get nervous about what to do.” It’s Shuri’s turn to look down. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So never question if I’m ready. I just want it to be right.” Riri kisses Shuri’s cheek hugging her. “Then let’s say now we will do what feels right until it time.”

Shuri melts into Riri’s hug and she shakes her head yes. They allow sleep to come for them after they settle in their blankets relieved for tonight.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @dominiquesheart @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998

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[rainpudding]

YAN! SCARA X READER

THE SWEETEST ICING

chapter eight

chapter index

- the last chapter before the epilogue, this chapter is shorter than the one before, please if you have any questions regarding the book, or anything related please post them in the comments or send me a dm I'm so happy to be here with u guys. Also since this book was written before any scaras lore he can be a bit ooc, i tried fixing him in this chapter making him seem like he was a good person in the past but i lowkey feel like I failed to show that. I hope you still enjoy the chapter nonetheless.

Breath hitches in your throat as worries flood your heart and dumb little mind. You breathe deeply trying to shake away the fear that is buried in your chest. The sun shines brightly making sweat form all over your body as you grip the inazuman flower boutique.

There is a classical music band that was hired by Scaramouche in the background, they're playing soft and quiet music building a lovely atmosphere. violin mixes with quiet whispers and gossip you step back, your brows furrow in pain when you feel an edge of a knife on your back, threatening to cut through your clothes and skin, ready to draw out blood. You look behind your shoulder to see the Russian ginger smiling sincerely, his eyes dark with a hint of madness, the knife is hidden under his sleeve, away from the wandering eyes of the guests but still here for you to feel, a hint that there is no escape.

You step back forward your eyes becoming teary, your eyes meet  Dottore who is standing behind the altar, his smile widening as he sees your fear. You gulp your pride your hands lightly shaking, your press harder onto the boutique. Finally, you step forward, your shoes clicking against the decorated stairs.  The music explodes now being loud, people start clapping and cheering, and harbingers sip their wine gossiping.  The icing mage in the crowd waves at you sparkles in her eyes as she jumps trying to make you see her, when you look at her she shows thumbs up.

When you're finally at the top of the stairs, on the podium where the altar is, you finally breathe out. Scaramouche is by your side, he hums in approval as he can sense your presence. "Finally, always have to make a scene don't you, a grand entrance they call it," Scaramouche sighs, surprisingly not angry. He seems weirdly relaxed, your muscles tense. Normally he would start making a scene, educating you and stuff, but now that you stand next to him he seems happy not minding the fact you came late and tried to back away a few times.

"Feeling shy? Tire of your fake pride already," he is pressing your buttons, and he knew it. His smile says it all. "Fake pride? Like you know any better," you bite onto your lip,  your hands curl into the fabric of your clothes. "What is all this, you don't see me for three years, we become complete strangers and suddenly you want to marry me? Don't you realize how big of a commitment this is? Has your brain decomposed since we last saw each other? Or is this some trend that harbingers now do," you spat, your heart hurt threatening to break apart, your chest felt heavy and you felt awfully hot, cold sweat rolled down your forehead as you tried to stay as quiet as possible but still express your anger.   Scaramouche seemed unaffected by your brattiness, in fact, he seemed lifeless like he couldn't get why you were so angry.

Before he could calm you down or answer Dottore coughed loudly, discarding the tense atmosphere," the guests are growing impatient should we start?"

Scaramouche nodds a glaze lily decorating his hair. Just now you noticed that you carried a boutique of flowers from his homeland, and he had his hair decorated with a flower from yours.

You still didn't understand, why would he marry you? Yes, you were his secretary for a year, before you started working under him you spared a few glances at each other in the fatui hall. Besides a few words of comfort and encouragement you offered him, there was nothing more that happened between you two. Yes, maybe you understood why back then he would fall in love with you. When younger and naive you always tried to bring a positive and happy atmosphere everywhere you went. You always helped, you never forgot anyone's birthday, you always carried patches with you and gave first aid help. But now you're a different person, you grew up. You became smarter and a hard worker. You haven't seen Scaramouche in years, and neither did he. So the attraction surely had to disappear, right?

"You promised you wouldn't leave," Scaramouche whispered, and suddenly your mouth ran dry.

Dottore fixed his clothes and microphone and opened his book, bending over he tapped the microphone a few times before finally speaking,"Welcome, loved ones. We are gathered here today to join Scaramouche and Y/n in holy matrimony." You remembered, how could you forget such a significant moment in your life. Your face became red your heart sinking, drowning in a cold sweat of guilt. Back then, when you started working as a harbinger, Scaramouche became a harbinger too. You remember everyone said that his heart was from stone, or from ice. Lost in past and his own anger.  You remembered wanting him to smile too as other harbingers did. You wanted to be friends with everyone so much, wanting everyone to warm up to you. You cleaned Dottores lab after experiments, trained with Childe, created handmade gifts to Sandrone, singing with Columbina. You tried to warm up to Scaramouche too, but he was always so dismissable and alone.

Yes, you remember, you were a people pleaser back then, helping everyone, making everyone feel welcome. Even when Scaramouche pissed you off you still bit your lip and were nice.

You remember one day, the night was cold and dark and you climbed onto the roof of fatui headquarters, stargazing. When Scaramouche found you he scolded you, telling you how he will tell Tsatsira, but knowing that Tsasira probably liked you more than him he gave up letting himself enjoy the peaceful moment. He climbed up, sitting next to you. You remember how he became sleepy and for the first time he let himself be vulnerable, he laid his head on your lap as you brushed through his hair, ranting and talking about meaningless things. And then listening carefully when he whispered his worries or ranted about his hopes for the future. You remembered the shock you felt when you found out he was a doll, suddenly scared to touch him, scared that your touch would break his beautiful face.

You remembered how you did a pinkie promise, promising you would be always here for him, always by his side.

But being with him was from time to time exhausting, even more, when you became his secretary, he can't blame you for leaving. For choosing a better future for yourself.

Perhaps you should have done better then. Be more honest, and more open. You didn't knew what consequences would your actions make. You should have said goodbye, or left a note. Not cutting all the connected strings, not cutting his heartstrings, leaving him alone, like everyone always did.

"No need to worry about the past! We have united again, thanks to your friends," he looked at you, his smile widening, his eyes dull and insipid, no longer violet, now they were purple-greyish with a hint of insanity. Shivers run down your spine, this Scaramouche was so much different than the one from your past. Like you were getting married to a brand new person.

Back then Scaramouche was cruel, he degraded people, he was possessive and dint understands human emotions, and he was angry and hot-headed, in contrast however he also allowed you to see his weak side, his kind and sympathetic side, his boring and calm side. You were the first person in years that showed him kindness and warmed up his ice heart. He was humanoid, he had both bad and good traits, and he showed true emotions even if he couldn't understand them.

Looking at him now. He no longer felt like a human. He was weirdly calm and relaxed, his face a sinister grin. The Scramouch next to you was a doll, a lifeless doll with no other emotion besides his sick love for you, no other thought than you. Unable to love, he was dead inside but alive outside.

It was like someone craved a heart out of his chest and stepped on it, and the one who did it was you. Just like when you became important to him and made him trust you, just to disappear without a trace.

Dottore kept talking, and reciting the text from the book, his clones sat in the front, eating as much food as they could, looking like hamsters. They were clapping their hands and loudly cheering, low-key making Dottore embarrassed.

"Just kiss already goddamn," the younger clone yelled, his mouth filled with cupcakes, the icing smeared all over his mouth. "No shut up Dottore you don't understand it, it feels more romantic this way," the older clone lightly slapped the back of the younger Dottores head.

"No may the pair exchange their vows," Dottore spoke, he shot a glaring look at his clones.

He looked back at you two, his mood brightening when he noticed your uneasy expression, sadist. ""Do you Scaramouche, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?," he spoke his gaze turning to Scaramouche who was still smiling.

He took your hand pressing it his heart nearly jumped from his chest at his excitement," I do."

"Do you Y/n-" Dottores voice was a blur, for a moment you couldn't hear anything, you felt your cheeks flush, your heart heaving, your blood pressure going up. You felt like you were about to vomit. Your hands shook as you thought about the past, how you left everyone, about the present, how you were about to get married, and the future, your life with Scaramouche.

Suddenly Scaramouche pinched your cheek getting you out of your thoughts, "I know you do, say it, don't be shy, everyone knows you already belong to me," Scaramouche whispered.

"Shut up," you whispered. You looked at your shoes in shame, "I do," your lip shook, you felt so humiliated.

"Amazing now might you kiss the bride," Dottore closed the book with a loud bang smiling. You backed away while Scaramouche took a step toward you. "I will be gentle I promise."

His hands cupped your cheeks, you nodded, "let it be over then."

Your lips connected, and he brushed his fingertips over your hair and pulled away. You blink a few times, while Scaramouche kissed your forehead, "I will make sure that you will never leave me again, you're all I need, you're my oxygen," he brushed a few hair strands from your face, his forehead on yours his pupils dilated and small, his crazed smile on his features. He was obsessed, you could feel it by how tightly he held you in his arms, scared you would disappear otherwise.

Dottore proudly walked towards his clones who were fangirling and jumping around him like hyped-up children.

The rest of the day felt like a blur, you cut the wedding cake together. A few of Scara's friends had a speech then Nigguang had a speech, her voice was slightly shaking, she tied to look at the crowd in front of her but upon meeting your angered gaze she always looked away, looking at the paper she held in her hands instead.  She babbled about how a monster was supposed to attack Liyue a sea monster until you saved them by your sacrifice, how you married the love of your life and in exchange, Scaramouche sent his fatui agents to kill the monster before it could attack.

Then you stood by Scaras side, his hand resting around your waist, his suffocating presence making you nervous. Is this how your life truly looks like now? There is truly no escape is it..

(the final chapter/epilogue will be posted this month,please look forward it)

TAGS: @aluraveil @alisstaa​ @cherlynono - sorry for such a boring chapter guys, next one will be beter, and final.

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[teaberrii]

Chapter 11: Forgive Me (Love Blues)

You're both running from a traumatic past. In a fated mix-up, you end up hosting this man for two weeks at your family-owned villa where sparks start to fly.

Alhaitham/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3.

The chapter index is at the end of chapter one.

Chapter told from your ex's point of view

You look different.

He can't put his finger on it, but the last time he saw you, it was as if you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Your eyes didn't shine like they are now. You also look healthier.

He had heard from his brother that you were in town, which didn't phase him. But seeing you in person is an entirely different feeling. It's not the heart-fluttering giddiness he once felt, however. Instead, it's as if he owed you. Looking at you unlocks a vault of memories he thought he would never open again.

Your ex held the news article in his hands. No names were published, but it was obviously about him and you. You took him to court, and the court ruled in your favour, but he clearly remembered the solemn look on your face at the lenient punishment. He hadn't thought much of it until the same thing happened to his cousin. The stealthing. Except hers was with a friend-with-benefits who wanted to trap her in a relationship.

Being there for her and going through that abortion process with her made him see things in a different light. He had been incredibly selfish and clearly saw the gravity of his actions. If only he could turn back time.

And that was when it all began. The nightmares. The stress. The gradual need for your forgiveness.

He watches you walk toward the cashier without a look back. It's a stretch, but he wants to try. He stops you right after you step outside. You turn around and shrug off his arm.

“I just want to talk.” That sounded a lot less desperate in his head.

“I’d rather not.”

Then, you quickly walk away.

He hears someone come up behind him, so he turns around and sees his pregnant sister-in-law. She's about to walk down the steps before he offers her his hand.

“Do you know her?” she asks on the way back to the hotel.

How much does she know? Of course, his two brothers know about the fallout, but how much have they told their spouses? He had told them not to tell them about the sexual assault. It's something that's still plaguing him to this day, and he could never find a way to cope with this guilt until…

“You want to apologize?” He had gotten back in touch with your best friend, hoping she could get you to talk to him again, as you had blocked every way he could get in touch with you. “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

“Better late than never,” he muttered. “Look, could you help a friend out?”

“Aren’t you getting married?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You aren’t scared that it might cause some misunderstandings?”

He sighed loudly. “Just, are you going to help me?”

“...Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”

He didn’t expect much from that plan. So, he isn’t too surprised that your best friend got back to him saying that you don’t want anything to do with him anymore. But he’s still going to keep trying…because it’s as if your forgiveness is what will set him free.

“...I thought I did,” he finally says. “She just looked like someone I knew.” He hopes that’s convincing enough because the last thing he wants to talk about is his past.

“Oh? Who?”

“...An old friend.” That, at least, is somewhat the truth.

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That night, he and his two brothers are drinking together as the women are in another room. He takes a long drink of his beer before putting the empty bottle on the table.

“You alright? You don’t typically drink this much,” his younger brother says.

The older one puts his empty bottle down. “Yeah. Not since your divorce.”

Your ex glares at him. “Did you really have to bring that up?”

His brothers glance at each other. “Why are you in such a bad mood? Your wedding is in like a few days!”

That’s also what’s bugging him. His wedding. It’s a chance to start anew with someone else, something he desperately wants to do. But it feels like an unattainable dream with him still chained to his past. He knows he has no feelings for you anymore. The two of you are broken beyond measure, and nothing can change that. He just wants to hear those three words.

“Wait…” His brother looks at him. “Did you bump into her?”

Your ex almost chokes on the alcohol, which is an answer in itself. “Was her boyfriend with her?” the younger one asks.

He’s not sure why this catches him by surprise. He’s getting married, for goodness sake. “She’s seeing someone?” your ex asks.

“Yeah. The dude’s name is Alhaitham.”

“...How do you know him?”

“We met through Kaveh.”

The older brother puts his beer on the table. “The blonde guy you work with? The one that’s like a pretty boy?”

“That’s the one.” He looks at your ex. “So, did she say anything to you?”

“She ignored you, didn’t she?” the older one asks. “Treated you like air.”

“Not surprised.”

Your ex sighs loudly and leans back. “She’s not going to talk to me.”

“Still pining for her forgiveness, I see.”

Your ex glares at his younger brother, who quickly opens another can of beer. "I just want a chance to apologize."

"Well, hate to break it to you, brother, but sometimes we don't get closures. So, just move on."

If only it was that easy.

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“You seem distracted.” Your ex looks up from his phone and sees his fianceé climb into bed next to him. “Everything okay?”

He wonders if he should bring you up. She knows about you and his past. Well, most of it. He had told her the truth, for the most part. But, he had kept the sexual assault and abortion a secret. He'd said that both of you weren't right for each other and rushed into things without thinking, which ruined your relationship. That is the truth, at least.

But now that the wedding is approaching, he's getting increasingly anxious.

He can't keep this from her. It's eating him alive. As much as he wants to forget about it and move on, he can't. Maybe that's a sign he still has a conscience. But what would she think of him? Will she still love him? Or dump him on the spot? He just wants a happy ending like everyone else. Is that so much to ask for?

“I met my ex today,” he says. “At the convenient store.”

“...Is that why you’re distracted?” He quickly turns to her, but instead of seeing a suspicious look on her face, she’s looking at him worriedly. “I remember we talked about her, but you always looked anxious. So, I didn’t want to ask further.” She takes his hand. “What really happened between the two of you? Did she do something to you?”

He isn't sure if he should find it heartwarming or sad that his fianceé has so much trust in him. He's moved, but at the same time, he feels like he's deceiving her. What she said is true. He's anxious because he doesn't like talking about you, but he knows you're not the problem. He is. He just doesn't want to talk about himself.

He takes her hand. “No. She didn’t do anything to me.”

“Then, why do you always look so…broken when you talk about her?” She sighs softly. “I want to trust you.”

Will she still trust him after she knows the truth? "I didn't lie to you. Everything I said about her is true. We were childhood friends, grew feelings for each other and…you know the rest. But, we weren't right for each other."

“...I know both of you wanted different things. You wanted a family, and she didn’t,” she says quietly.

“Yes. That’s the truth!”

His fianceé sighs. “I know that she got an abortion.” His heart almost stops. What? Since when? From who? Before he gets a chance to ask, she says the name of his brother’s wife. “She was the one who told me.” Your ex almost scoffs. He can’t even count on his brother to keep a secret. “Is that true?”

"...Yes." But does she know why?

“You’re still bothered that she did such a thing without telling you?”

“I…” He can’t bring himself to say it.

Finally, his fianceé gets out of bed and says, “...I’m going to sleep in the other room tonight.”

“Wait.” She stops but doesn’t turn back. “I just…I need a bit more time.”

She turns around and glares at him. “For what? I don’t understand what you’re talking about! You’re clearly hiding something from me, but nothing makes sense! How can I trust you when you don’t trust me?”

Because it’s not that easy. That’s what he wants to say. But, instead, he says without thinking, “I did something…terrible to her.”

Her face goes pale. “Excuse me?”

"I…" He's almost on the verge of tears and doesn't know why. Since when did he become like this?

“...Let’s talk about this in the morning.”

And then she leaves without another word.

◆◆◆

It's supposed to be an early morning jog around town. But, somehow, your ex is standing in front of your family-owned villa. His hand is almost shaking as he hears footsteps approaching on the other side. Then, when the door opens, he stares into the eyes of an unfamiliar man. This must be Alhaitham.

“...Can I help you?” he asks.

Your ex looks past him and sees you, who seems alarmed. "I came to see her."

“Well, it doesn’t seem like she wants to see you. So, you can leave.”

Your ex looks back to Alhaitham. “...You can’t speak for her.”

“He’s right,” you say, walking up next to Alhaitham. “I want you to leave.”

"Please," your ex pleads. "I just want to talk." By now, he doesn't care if he looks pathetic or desperate. He'll do anything to get this feeling off his chest. Alhaitham is about to close the door when your ex stops it, which earns him a solid glare from your boyfriend. "Ten minutes. If you give me ten minutes, I promise I'll never bother you again. File a restraining order or whatever. Just please give me ten minutes."

He can see the gears turning in your head. Perhaps you're curious about his strange actions. Honestly, he's curious himself. He never imagined that he would show up like a heartbroken teenager at an ex's door. But here he is, and he doesn't want to take no for an answer.

Finally, you put a hand on Alhaitham’s arm. “...Only if he’s close by.”

“Deal.”

On a bench near your villa, you're sitting on one end while your ex sits at the other. Alhaitham is a short distance away, far enough to give you space and privacy but close enough that he can easily interfere if anything happens.

Your ex gets straight to the point. “...I want to apologize to you.” You slowly turn to him. “What I did was wrong.”

“...It’s a little late for apologies.”

"I know." He moves a little closer to you, and you signal him to stop. He does and moves back to his spot. "It's been three years. But I can never forget about her. Our child."

“Daddy, why did you let mommy kill me? Why….why did you bring this fate onto me?”

He immediately sat up. His body felt hot, and he was sweating. He couldn’t go on like this. He was losing sleep and going mad. Were you also having nightmares? His head hit the wall, his quiet sobs sounding throughout the darkness of his room.

"That child was not ours." Then, you look him in the eyes. "She was yours and yours alone."

His breath gets caught in his throat. “...It was a girl?” You sigh loudly as you turn away and stand. He quickly stands. “Wait. I’m sorry. I won’t bring up the past. I just…I came here to ask for your forgiveness.”

The unnerving silence is killing him, and the answer he gets shatters his world. “Well, you wasted your time.”

“...You won’t forgive me?”

You turn to him. “I know you too well. You always loved yourself more than anyone else.”

“I—”

"So, don't blame me because I question the motive behind your apology. Are you really sorry for what you did to me? Or do you just want to get rid of your guilty feelings?"

"It's true I want to stop feeling guilty," he says. He can feel the tears in his eyes. "But, please trust me when I say you were important to me. And I just want some closure for what I did."

“...Well, you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

He grabs your arm, and you glare at him. Upon seeing Alhaitham, he immediately backs off. Then, he says, “Don’t you think forgiving me will also make you feel better? I know you hate me, and it’s my fault we got to this point. But, I just hope both of us can find peace.”

He sees the slightly surprised look on your face. Perhaps it's because he admits that it's his fault your relationship turned out this way. "...You caused me a great deal of pain. So if you think I'm suddenly just going to forgive you because you asked for it, that's wishful thinking."

“...What will it take?”

He assumes you need time. But, instead, you surprise him. “I don’t think it’s my forgiveness you’re looking for.”

“...Wait. What do you mean?”

"Your brother told me you're getting married in a few days. Does your fianceé know about what you did?"

No. “...I haven’t told her yet. I want you to forgive me—”

"And then what?" For an angry statement, you sound strangely forgiving. Like you're trying to help him somehow, but he can't put his finger on it. "Sure, let's say I forgive you. And what if she doesn't?"

Then, his happiness is gone.

That's when you get honest with him. "Before I met Alhaitham, I kept thinking about the divorce. Where did we go wrong? We were so happy," you say honestly. "...If this apology came before, then I would say you're right. It would help me find peace." He thinks he knows what you're getting at. "But you aren't important to me anymore."

“...So, it doesn’t matter,” he finishes for you. “What matters is that your boyfriend accepts the past that you have. Is that right?”

“Our friendship is already long gone,” you say. “And it’s never coming back.”

He can’t argue with that.

When you opened the door, you weren't expecting to see a kid around your age wearing a bike helmet on your porch. He was smiling from ear to ear. "Hi!" he said excitedly. "I heard you just moved in next door." Then, he extended his hand and introduced himself. "Wanna go for a bike ride?"

Your mother came up behind you and opened the door a little wider. “Oh, it’s you!” she said happily. Then, she put a hand on your shoulder. “You haven’t met before, but he was the one I was talking about. The boy about your age.”

You took his hand, and a slight blush blossomed on his cheeks. “Er, so, do you want to hang out?”

"...That depends," you said. "Are we getting ice cream?"

“Ooh, I know just the place!”

“Let’s be happy,” you continue. “What’s past is past. But that doesn’t mean I’ll forget.”

“...Me either.”

“I don’t know what you heard, but I want to make myself clear.” You take a small breath. “...I don’t want to see you again. But”—you extend your hand—“I don’t wish you a life full of misery.”

Is that your way of saying you forgive him? It’s better than nothing. He takes your hand and gives it a firm shake. “...Let’s never see each other again. And”—he inhales deeply—“I truly am sorry.”

As he watches you leave and take Alhaitham's hand, the look in your eyes is reminiscent of what once was, but it’s also different. There’s an extra sparkle in your eyes that he never saw before. Alhaitham kisses your head, and you smile widely.

You’re truly happy, and it’s easy to see.

If only he could find that, too.

◆◆◆

“Oh, hey, you’re finally back!”

It seems like everyone is waiting for him when he gets back to the hotel. But there's only one person he wants to see. As he looks around for his fianceé, his brother says, "You just missed her. She went to grab something at the convenience store."

No one gets another word in as your ex is again out the door. It doesn't take long to find her; she has just come out of the shop when she sees him. She looks away. Clearly, the atmosphere from yesterday hasn't changed. Plus, the fact that he ran off most of the morning doesn't help, either.

“...Why are you just standing there?” she asks.

Then, he takes her hand. “I came looking for you.”

She eyes him skeptically. "Did something happen?"

“Yes and no.” Then, he smiles slightly. “But, I’m ready to be completely honest with you. So, can we talk?”

Chapter Twelve

End Notes: The next chapter will be back to your POV. This story only has 1-2 chapters left, and I'm starting to feel slightly bittersweet.

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