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gay-dorito-dust · 4 months

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Another, another Drabble that might be longer than I originally planned…the ending was dogshit🦦

‘It’s cute.’ Sylvia Newbon of the Aphrodite cabin cooed as Luke flashed you a charming smile.

‘Then you can have him then,’ you began, plucking loose threads from your jeans, ‘he’s been nothing but an annoying pain in my ass as of late.’

Sylvia merely chucked as she playfully nudged you in the side. ‘I don’t think that’s possible at this pount, Luke seems dead set on you, and I honestly think you’re being dramatic about all this. You’ve got someone pinning after you and your response to that is to be rid of it?’ She said aghast. You shrugged, not really understanding what Luke saw in you, a child of Hades, a forbidden child other than that; a forbidden child whose existence shouldn’t have come to pass.

‘He’ll get bored of me once he realises I’m not who he thinks I am.’ You defended, now watching Luke as he took a small break from training, face still bearing that smile that only seemed to grow to the point his dimples and pearly whites were on full display. You didn’t want to be the one responsible in taking take away that shine. Ever. For it seemed that ever since your first arrival to camp, Luke had been the only one to stand by you without an ounce of trepidation for who your godly father was; He had been there during the sleepless nights despite the fact he didn’t need to, during your time at the Hermes cabin he would be beside you in the dinning pavilion or even save you a seat.

He did everything in his power to help you and be of aid, all without expecting a simple thank you in return…You genuinely hated how you felt towards him. You originally put it down to the fact that Luke Castellan was conventionally attractive, only to soon learn that it was much deeper than that, which had scared you to the point of becoming recluse.

‘Don’t say that.’ Sylvia said sternly. ‘Don’t do that to yourself, don’t sell yourself short. I hate it when you do that because that means missing out on something pure, something beautiful, something real.’ She then grasps onto your hands, holding them with a strength that was reflective of her passion. ‘I don’t want fear of rejection, for fear itself to control you any longer because if there’s anyone in camp who deserves to be happy, it’s you. You’re the child of hades for fuck sake, fear is beneath you and you know it but you still willingly give it power over you. Why? Why deny yourself true happiness when it’s served up to you on a silver platter-‘

‘Because I’m afraid!’ You exclaimed, cutting Sylvia off but find it difficult to stop. ‘I’m afraid that I won’t be enough for him, that I’ll take away his smile that shows off his perfect teeth and cute dimples! I’m afraid that he’ll never be satisfied being with me because even in a camp full of people like me, much like Nico, I still feel the outcast and I don’t want to burden Luke with that.’ You finished, slightly out of breath. ‘So it’d be better for the both of us if I just kept my distance.’ Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other, letting nothing but the silence to take hold, but then you saw the sudden shift in Sylvia’s eyes as they looked to something just behind you.

You didn’t need to know who it was behind you, not when you could clearly see from where you sat that Luke was missing from his little group of friends that were heading off elsewhere; which was probably why you didn’t express surprise upon hearing his voice from behind saying. ‘I know I probably fucked up my chances by eavesdropping but I completely disagree with everything you said just now.’ You didn’t even react when Luke sat himself down, nor make any attempts to move away when he then shuffled closer to you as humanly possible. Sylvia -obviously knowing what was going to happen- smiled softly as she stood up and promptly left you and Luke to your much needed conversation.

‘And why’s that?’ You rhetorically asked, looking at him as though you weren’t having an internal breakdown as to what might come out of his mouth next. ‘Would me saying I like you be substantial enough evidence?’ He asks.

‘We’re not in a romcom movie Luke, a simple I like you is never going to be enough, especially for people like me who have never been given much of a reason for staying, never mind a good one at that.’ You replied and Luke hummed in acknowledgment before grabbing you hand in a similar fashion as Sylvia did prior; with a strength reflective of his passion. ‘Then let me try again by saying that the day you came to camp was probably the most important day of my life.’ Luke began. ‘From the moment Chiron brought you to the Hermes cabin I knew right then and there that I was a goner. I must’ve been obvious as even some of camp began to notice how I acted towards you and would come up and tell me to tell you and get it over with…but I didn’t because I’d thought I would have enough time to tell you eventually.’ He chuckles, squeezing your hand while you listened intently.

‘I was wrong on that front because it wouldn’t be long until you were claimed by Hades and soon after you had already packed your stuff to move into your new cabin. It wasn’t until then did I realise that I took our friendship for granted, I knew that sooner or later you’d be claimed but at least not for a while, I often asked myself why did I cling onto you so desperately and now I know why.’ Luke finished, looking at you deeply.

‘Why?’ You asked, already knowing the answer.

‘It’s because I didn’t want you to move on and forget about me when I was very much liked the thought of you being close to me, closer than a friend should. So while your cabin was being built I took that as a final attempt in getting closer to you before being forced to wake up in a cabin void entirely of your presence for good.’ Luke replied.

You licked your lips, suddenly overtly away of how dry they were. ‘and here I thought you were just being the friendly head of the Hermes cabin.’ You admitted humourlessly, resting your head against his shoulder without a care. ‘How oblivious was I?’

‘How oblivious we both were you mean.’ Luke corrected as he rested his head atop of yours, briefly closing his eyes. ‘I just hope that I’ve given you enough reason to stay at camp.’ At those words you squeezed his hand in reassurance and uttered softly for him to hear. ‘you gave me that and so much more.’

Luke pressed a kiss to your head. ‘Good because I would’ve followed you into Tartarus and back if I hadn’t.’

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dumbkiri · 7 months

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 『1』

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ

[Name] is a user of blessed energy that comes with many abilities and perks. She's pursued by many men who are interested in her ability to exorcise curses. Too bad, she likes dirt.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Shoko, please don’t smoke around my flowers. It’s distasteful.”

“Yeah, my bad.”

[Name] focused back on her task which was tending to her beautiful flowers in the school’s garden. Her eyes observed the red rose bush that was blooming in such a pleasing way. It made her heart flutter in excitement seeing the hard work she put in achieving greatness.

And this was made with her blessed energy, she was happy for that. Hopefully the experiments to add flower leaves in her tea will help her wounds instead of outright using her blessed energy. It was less consuming and a better idea.

“Say, [Name], you do realize that your hand is up for marriage. Why are you here pretending that everything is okay while the old geezers discuss your future?”

[Name] dragged her index fingers on the thorns of the roses with a quiet hum. She pulled back from the bush and sighed, “Why worry about who I’m going to marry, Sho? It’s not up to you or I to decide. Therefore, there is no reason to dwell on it.”

Shoko rolled her eyes and sat down on the bench across from [Name], who was crouched down in the dirt. Her friend was too gentle when it came to her future. Shoko wanted a genuine reaction from [Name], not the usual relaxed responses.

“And what if you are sent to the Zen’ins? Or married to a really old man who wants you as a breeding machine? Will you not protest then?”

[Name] set her pruners down next to a pile of ruined roses. The [e.color] eyed female replied with a light chuckle, “At that point, I think I’ll just jump off a bridge.”

“That’s really cruel, [Name]-Sensei.”

The woman looked away from her rose bushes and standing in the early morning sun was her favorite first year student, Megumi Fushiguro. Granted, he was the only first year student currently. He was dressed in his school uniform, it really seemed to be the only clothing he wore these days.

“Megumi, please ignore what I said. I was only jesting with an old friend of mine. I wouldn’t jump off a bridge.”

“I would,” Shoko replied dryly to which [Name] lightly glared at her friend.

“Anyways,” [Name] picked up the dead roses and stood up to her full height, “whoever my husband will be, will be. I only hope he provides me with the freedom to take care of the garden.”

Shoko slid to the edge of the bench and rested her elbow on the arm rest. “If he doesn’t provide you a garden, divorce him.”

[Name] laughed and sat down next to her friend and patted the empty seat next to her for Megumi. “If only divorce was that easy, Sho. Also I believe divorce isn’t an option for me either. I can only imagine the mistresses my future husband can have while I’m stuck with his old ass.”

“Finally, I get a true reaction from you.” Shoko tosses her cigarette in the trash bin as well as the ruined roses in [Name]’s hands.

“You do make me curious as to who my husband will be.” [Name] stifled a laugh with her clean hands, she looked at Shoko then Megumi. Then she looked back at her luscious garden, “Apparently Satoru is a candidate for my hand. Imagine us being married.”

Megumi cleared his throat and said, “I would rather you be married to Gojo-sensei than someone cruel.”

“I second that.” Shoko tilted her head back and looked at the clouds high above them, “you’re too good for the others. But for Satoru, you two are a perfect match.”

“I hate to disturb the peace, but [Name] you are being called forth to a meeting with the elders.” Principal Yaga stepped in the garden entrance. The contact between his shoes and the smooth pebbled path crunched under his weight.

[Name] pushed herself off the bench and looked at her best friend and amazing student with a graceful smile on her face. “The next time you guys see me, I’ll have a ring on my finger.” She walked to Principal Yaga and stopped at the entrance. She kept her eyes forward, her hands finding their way into the pockets of her long skirt, “No matter who I am to marry, please know that I will remain happy. This, I promise to you both.”

Shoko nor Megumi had time to respond as [Name] teleported herself to the meeting. Her technique was like Gojo’s but she left a puddle of various flower petals in her wake.

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Everybody could feel her presence when she arrived. It was refreshing, calming and damn near intoxicating. This was the way her blessed energy worked on people in her vicinity.

The servants immediately ran to her side and were amazed to see how clean she was. They heard many stories of the maiden caring for a garden, yet she remained spotless. Not a single speck of dirt on her or her clothing.

“Well then, are you to dress me properly?” [Name] asked the servant girls with her soft voice and the four of them nodded their heads leading the way to her changing room. She followed their calculated steps into a room where her furisode kimono awaited her. It was so beautiful and fitting for a woman like herself.

The background was black, the spiral lines were gold, the flower shapes were a deep red and there were light shades of pink and white in them. “Miss, today is so different from traditions,” One servant spoke as she undressed [Name] from her casual wear.

“Oh, and why is that?” [Name] asked.

The second servant spoke up and said quietly, “Because everyone wants your hand, miss. None of them could agree on who should marry you.”

“It’s not odd to hear the Elders argue amongst themselves, is it?” [Name] questioned and walked up to the other two servants who helped her with putting the kimono on.

“Well this time, they all agreed for you to choose one of them.” The third servant brushed [Name]’s hair back.

“But to make it even for all the candidates, you get to choose an item they offered to you. You don’t know who picked out what for you.” The fourth servant girl quietly said.

This left [Name] to wonder. What kind of things did these old men offer for her hand. As she was lost in thought, the servant worked on doing her makeup and hair. They styled it perfectly and her makeup was too. They observed the calm expression on her face and said, “It’s time to go, miss.”

[Name] looked in the mirror and was surprised to see how well they did. “Thank you for giving me a heads up on what this meeting is. It’s a choosing ceremony and I have the freedom to pick my husband based on their gifts to me.”

“Of course, miss.”

They led her to an entrance and the double doors opened up for her. The room was dark with marriage candidates hiding behind shades. There was a table with six gifts presented in the light and she slowly walked up to it with a lump in her throat.

This was the moment and she was terrified. Although she kept a calm composure. She didn’t want to display weakness in front of the wolves.

“Welcome, [L.Name] [Name]. In front of you are marriage proposals from the families interested in having your hand. Please examine them and choose the gift you appreciate the most.”

[Name] heard the speaker clearly despite his nasally voice and she walked closer to the table. There was a necklace of gold, a red ribbon, a silver bracelet, a block of smooth wood, a gold coin, and a pile of dirt.

“A pile of dirt?” [Name] whispered and looked closely at it. The soil looked very well nourished and it all felt too familiar to her.

“Do you have an answer, [L.Name]?”

[Name] looked away from the dirt and sheepishly said, “Please give me another moment. I’m sure you don’t want to pressure me to make the wrong choice.” She was met with silence and she went back to examining her gifts.

They were unique as some would say. Yet the pile of dirt was sticking out to her the most. Did this man know she had a love for gardening? If so, this man would be the perfect match for her. [Name] lifted her head up and placed her hands in front of her.

She said with confidence, “I accept the pile of dirt.”

The room broke into an outrage as they argued with her choice. “What makes you want the pile of dirt out of the gold necklace?”

“Or the silver bracelet?”

“Choose again! The pile of dirt serves no-”

[Name] backed away from the table in shock to their untamed anger. She was glad to say that the three that spoke up were not chosen. Then from the corner of her eye on the left, she spotted a tall man peering from the shades.

A giant smile was on his face and he walked up towards her. “Sa…Satoru? You are the one?” [Name] shyly asked, a blush fanning across her face.��

“Yup!” He happily said, popping the ‘p’. He draped an arm around her shoulder and leaned down to her face. His nose brushed against her own, “I knew that the dirt would appeal to you, earth-worm.”

“Please, don’t call me that in front of them,” [Name]’s eyes gazed over to the quiet, but angry elders. Gojo hummed and straightened out his back with an annoyed sigh. “You guys were the ones who decided on a choosing ceremony. Let’s not forget how it works. When a proposal gift is accepted, there is no redo.”

Gojo began leading [Name] away from the group of men and she looked back at them wearily. Their eyes are full of jealousy and rage. “Satoru, it’s impolite to leave without a goodbye.”

Gojo tilted his head down to look at her with his dark glasses, “Eh~ They’ll get over it in no time. Now come on, Megumi has a mission soon and I want to surprise him with our announcement.”

“Sorry, Satoru, but I don’t like the smile on your face. You have an icky plan devised, don’t you?” [Name] asked, her attention never away from him.

Gojo smiled and nodded his head, “Ahh~ Not even five minutes into our engagement and you know exactly what’s going on in my head.”

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“Good morning students,” [Name] greeted the second years and Megumi with a straight face that was very hard to muster. Gojo had told her that to make this believable she needed to portray the correct emotions.

“[Name]-sensei, what’s wrong?” Megumi asked, concerned that the look on her face was devastating. She didn’t think she could keep up with this rude prank on her students. But the thumbs up she got from Gojo hiding in her rose bush behind them kept her going.

“You all heard about my…, how do I say this?” [Name] faltered and cleared her throat, “I am engaged now and to whom you might ask? Uh…It’s Naoya Zen’in.” The woman sweatdropped at their expressions of gloom. Especially from Maki.

“You’re kidding.”

“That sounds terrible, [Name]-sensei.”

“Mustard leaf.”

“Wait, Gojo-sensei didn’t stop this? He said that he would definitely win your hand. He told me that his gift would catch your eye.” Megumi growled out, he was disturbed by the terrible news.

Maki looked over at Megumi and asked him, “Did Gojo-sensei tell you what he was going to get for her?”

Megumi shook his head and looked away from his upperclassmen. He mumbled to the side, “A pile of dirt.”

“A pile of dirt?!” Maki and Panda shouted at the same time, obviously disturbed by Megumi’s answer.

“Of course that idiot would choose something so stupid! Why would [Name]-sensei go for a pile of dirt?” Maki pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Aha! That’s where you all are wrong!” Gojo jumped out of the bushes startling his students with his sudden appearance. He stood tall next to [Name] and side hugged her as he explained.

“What is the one thing your dear teacher loves the most?” Gojo asked his students and they all looked at him with dead expressions on their faces.

“Wasting our time.”

“Being annoying.”

“Talking.”

Gojo deflated in [Name]’s arms and she chuckled, saying to the teens, “I believe he meant to ask what do I love the most?”

Panda raised his hand and smiled, “That’s an easy one! You love gardening.”

“Yeah, you always spend your free time here. Also I forgot to mention, Inumaki and I pruned the orange roses yesterday morning.” Maki said leaning on her left foot with her hand placed on her hip.

“Thank you,” [Name] said kindly and shook the man in her arms, “Satoru, come on, tell them the best part.”

Gojo inflated and put his hands on his hips and puffed his chest out, “It turns out, [Name] loves dirt more than a gold necklace and a silver bracelet! She ended up choosing my gift!”

“Wait, so you’re not married to Naoya?” Maki questioned, her eyebrows raised in question.

[Name] shook her head with a smile on her face, “I am not. Satoru wanted me to say that to see your reactions to the truth. I am sorry for playing you all like that.” She bowed sincerely while Gojo laughed at his students’ faces.

“And *click* This will be saved in our photo album.” Gojo took a picture of the four and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. “Anyways, you all may call [Name]...Gojo-sensei!”

“Yeah, no thanks.”

“I’m fine with calling her [Name]-sensei still.”

“You guys aren’t even married yet.”

“Fish flakes.”

Gojo pouted and slouched over [Name]’s smaller frame. His arms draped over her shoulders and his chin rested on her head. “You guys are no fun! Liven up a little, she’s married to me instead of an old fart!”

“We’re happy for the both of you,” Megumi admitted, shutting his childish teacher up. The black haired male turned around and walked out of the entrance followed by his upperclassman congratulating them.

The group disappeared and [Name] sighed tiredly, “That went better than I expected.”

“They’re all so rude, where did they learn that from?” Gojo questioned pulling himself off of her. He sat down on the wooden bench and crossed his legs. His eyes were blindfolded, but he was admiring her rose bushes that grew so perfectly.

“They kinda have your spunk from your teenage years, don’t you think? They’re more aware of danger than you ever were though.” [Name] commented and looked at the orange rose bush that was tended by her thoughtful students.

It remained beautiful.

“Satoru, what if I didn’t pick your gift?” [Name] asked and the soil at the orange rose bush caught her attention. She crouched down and examined the base of the flower bed. Some soil was missing like someone just scooped up a handful.

“I would have waited for you at the bridge you planned to jump off of and convinced you to stay. Selfish of me, I know.”

[Name] looked up at Gojo in surprise. He was crouching right next to her as he gave her a sly smile. His hand dug into his pocket and he brought out a pile of dirt. “But I don’t want to lose you too.” Gojo placed the misplaced soil back where it belonged and patted it down softly.

“You took soil from my garden.” [Name] said.

“I knew you would have chosen the pile of dirt because it's imbued with your cursed energy. It’s why it felt familiar and why you chose it. Not only am I the strongest, but I am the smartest.”

[Name] suddenly grabbed his dirty hand and pulled him in for an embrace. She buried her face in his neck as she thanked him, “Satoru, thank you. You saved my life.”

Gojo hugged her back with his clean hand brushing through her locks of hair, “Anytime, [Name].”

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 5 months

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The Masterlist of Katniss's kisses with Peeta and Gale

(I'll put Gale kisses in red to differentiate and my thoughts/general analysis right at the very end)

Book 1:

“I’m sure they didn’t notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often,” he says. “They suit you.” And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. A warning bell goes off in my head. Don’t be so stupid. Peeta is planning how to kill you, I remind myself. He is luring you in to make you easy prey. The more likable he is, the more deadly he is. But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love. It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a boy, which should make some sort of impression I guess, but all I can register is how unnaturally hot his lips are from the fever. I break away and pull the edge of the sleeping bag up around him. “You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?”

“Peeta!” I say, trying for the special tone that my mother used only with my father. He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff.

Getting the broth into Peeta takes an hour of coaxing, begging, threatening, and yes, kissing, but finally, sip by sip, he empties the pot.

I’m about to leave when I remember the importance of sustaining the star-crossed lover routine and I lean over and give Peeta a long, lingering kiss.

“You will. I promise,” he says, and bends over to give me a kiss.

“Then I’ll just have to fill in the blanks myself,” he says, and moves in to me. This is the first kiss that we’re both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another. But I don’t get it. Well, I do get a second kiss, but it’s just a light one on the tip of my nose because Peeta’s been distracted. “I think your wound is bleeding again. Come on, lie down, it’s bedtime anyway,” he says.

Discomfort causes me to move. I scoot over and shake Peeta’s shoulder. His eyes open sleepily and when they focus on me, he pulls me down for a long kiss.

“Come on,” I say in exasperation, extricating myself from his grasp but not before he gets in another kiss.

Haymitch has probably just about had it with me. And as for the audience . . . I reach up and give him a kiss. “Sure. Let’s go back to the cave.”

I pull the sleeping bag up to his chin and kiss his forehead, not for the audience, but for me. Because I’m so grateful that he’s still here, not dead by the stream as I’d thought.

Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. “The count of three,” he says. We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight.

Then there’s Peeta just a few yards away. He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, I can hardly recognize him. But his smile is the same whether in mud or in the Capitol and when I see it, I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms. He staggers back, almost losing his balance, and that’s when I realize the slim, metal contraption in his hand is some kind of cane. He rights himself and we just cling to each other while the audience goes insane. He’s kissing me and all the time I’m thinking, Do you know? Do you know how much danger we’re in? After about ten minutes of this, Caesar Flicker-man taps on his shoulder to continue the show, and Peeta just pushes him aside without even glancing at him.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

Book 2:

So between the ceremonies and events and the reporters documenting my every move as I presided and thanked and kissed Peeta for the audience, I had no privacy at all.

Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I'd spent with Gale—watching him talk and laugh and frown — that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands, which could set the most intricate of snares, could as easily entrap me. I think I made some sort of noise in the back of my throat, and I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest. Then he let go and said, “I had to do that. At least once.” And he was gone.

I tried to decide how I felt about the kiss, if I had liked it or resented it, but all I really remembered was the pressure of Gale's lips and the scent of the oranges that still lingered on his skin. It was pointless comparing it with the many kisses I'd exchanged with Peeta. I still hadn't figured out if any of those counted.

In my head I hear President Snow's directive, “Convince me.” And I know I must. My face breaks into a huge smile and I start walking in Peeta's direction. Then, as if I can't stand it another second, I start running. He catches me and spins me around and then he slips — he still isn't entirely in command of his artificial leg—and we fall into the snow, me on top of him, and that's where we have our first kiss in months. It's full of fur and snowflakes and lipstick, but underneath all that, I can feel the steadiness that Peeta brings to everything. And I know I'm not alone.

I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. “You could do a lot worse.” At this moment, it's impossible to imagine how I could do any better. The gift ... it is perfect. So when I rise up on tiptoe to kiss him, it doesn't seem forced at all.

During ceremonies, we are solemn and respectful but always linked together, by our hands, our arms. At dinners, we are borderline delirious in our love for each other. We kiss, we dance, we get caught trying to sneak away to be alone. On the train, we are quietly miserable as we try to assess what effect we might be having.

“I'm so sorry,” I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him. His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a haze of opiates. “Hey, Catnip.”

What do I mean when I say I love Gale? I don't know. I did kiss him last night, in a moment when my emotions were running so high. But I'm sure he doesn't remember it. Does he? I hope not. If he does, everything will just get more complicated and I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. I give my head a little shake to clear it. “Where's Peeta?” I say.

“What, because we're right?” Peeta wraps his arms around me. I give a small yelp of pain as my tailbone objects. I try to turn it into a sound of indignation, but I can see in his eyes that he knows I'm hurt. “Okay, Prim said west. I distinctly heard west. And we're all idiots. How's that?” “Better,” I say, and accept his kiss.

I pause, not knowing what to say. Where would I be with my pretend cousin who wouldn't be my cousin if it weren't for Peeta? Would he have still kissed me and would I have kissed him back had I been free to do so? Would I have let myself open up to him, lulled by the security of money and food and the illusion of safety being a victor could bring under different circumstances?

I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this.

Cinna and Portia arrive with the dawn, and I know Peeta will have to go. Tributes enter the arena alone. He gives me a light kiss. “See you soon,” he says.

“Hello, again,” he says, and gives me a kiss. “We've got allies.”

“I do,” I say. “I need you.” He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. “You're going to make a great mother, you know,” he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. “Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.” I give him a kiss and, before he can object any further, I let go and turn to Johanna. “Ready?”

Book 3:

I feel around for the parachute and slide my fingers inside until they close around the pearl. I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it's soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself.

"Have to be dead to forget. Maybe even not then," he tells me. "Maybe I'll be like that man in 'The Hanging Tree.' Still waiting for an answer." Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery. It's a surprising flavor for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. "I knew you'd kiss me." "How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself. "Because I'm in pain," he says. "That's the only way I get your attention." He picks up the box. "Don't worry, Katniss. It'll pass." He leaves before I can answer.

I'm light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He'll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven't dared let myself consider until this moment.

Gale's not supposed to visit me, as he's confined to bed with some kind of shoulder wound. But on the third night, after I've been medicated and the lights turned down low for bedtime, he slips silently into my room. He doesn't speak, just runs his fingers over the bruises on my neck with a touch as light as moth wings, plants a kiss between my eyes, and disappears.

I find myself wrapped in his arms. His lips brushing the faded bruises on my neck, working their way to my mouth. Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or I'll never go back to him. I'll stay in 2 until it falls, go to the Capitol and kill Snow, and then die for my trouble. And he'll die insane and hating me. So in the fading light I shut my eyes and kiss Gale to make up for all the kisses I've withheld, and because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. Gale's touch and taste and heat remind me that at least my body's still alive, and for the moment it's a welcome feeling. I empty my mind and let the sensations run through my flesh, happy to lose myself. When Gale pulls away slightly, I move forward to close the gap, but I feel his hand under my chin. "Katniss," he says. The instant I open my eyes, the world seems disjointed. This is not our woods or our mountains or our way. My hand automatically goes to the scar on my left temple, which I associate with confusion. "Now kiss me." Bewildered,unblinking, I stand there while he leans in and presses his lips to mine briefly. He examines my face closely. "What's going on in your head?" "I don't know," I whisper back.

"Later, there's a lot of kissing. Didn't seem very genuine on your part. Did you like kissing me?" he asks. "Sometimes," I admit. "You know people are watching us now?" "I know. What about Gale?" he continues. My anger's returning. I don't care about his recovery--this isn't the business of the people behind the glass. "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly.

Gale catches my arm before I can disappear. "So that's what you're thinking now?" I shrug. "Katniss, as your oldest friend, believe me when I say he's not seeing you as you really are." He kisses my cheek and goes.

It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me."

"She loves you, you know," says Peeta. "She as good as told me after they whipped you." "Don't believe it," Gale answers. "The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell...well, she never kissed me like that." "It was just part of the show," Peeta tells him, although there's an edge of doubt in his voice.

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real."

My thoughts putting this together:

i tried to add some more contextual bits to kinda frame the kisses because they need it frankly

funnily katniss is the one who starts the whole kissing thing with peeta. first the (seemingly petty) cheek kiss and then she's the one who initiates the first few kisses in the cave. so of course then peeta follows her cue. and she's all "oh he gets in another kiss etc" later on but like.. you started it girl!

katniss and peeta's kisses, and the offhandish way in which katniss mentions them, make them seem like they were just natural and a part of their harmonious routine. they kissed like it was nothing most of the time. like it's just their thing. i think @thesmileykate mentioned how in her last kiss with gale she mentions that kissing is "not their way" and it's so true because it's not her and gale's way - but it is hers and peeta's

there's actually such a stark difference in the kisses she shares with peeta and with gale. there's really not much romantic about her kisses with gale at all. if at all actually. i think the only time there might be a slight hint of genuine romantic feeling is in her first kiss with gale but every kiss after that she either wishes it didn't happen or notes how miserable/not right it is.

real or not real is so valid because her kisses with peeta really completely blur the lines between real and act. it's so hard to tell. and she seems to enjoy kissing him which makes it even more confusing. like when she kisses him for the first time in catching fire. she starts it with the disclaimer that she needs to act up for the cameras but then she just falls into kissing him and says how under all the flashy lights and makeup etc, the heart and steadiness of him is still there. which completely complicates her kissing him

for petty reasons, i had to include the bit where after she kisses gale and thinks about in what way she loves him and then she's like nope, not doing that, but uh how about peeta though?

she only ever feels 'that thing' in her kisses with peeta and it's established in every book: in the cave in the first, on the beach in the second and at the end of the third book when they grow back together.

when hijacked peeta asks katniss if she liked kissing him, she says sometimes. when he asks her if she liked kissing gale, she actually doesn't really answer when she says "he wasn't a bad kisser either" and we know it's because she's being stubborn because she's angry that this conversation is happening with people watching and she doesn't want to be open and vulnerable about her feelings with that going on.

her kisses with gale are actually kinda pitiful...

a lot of the times when katniss kisses gale or he kisses her, it's like she's just reacting, not an active participant. but she's very much a participant in most of her kisses with peeta

her and peeta's kiss right before they go into the second arena is actually their first 'private' kiss because i don't think cinna or portia are in the room when it happens.

and while most of their kisses happen in front of cameras/other people, you can tell the ones that are genuine despite that. especially from the second book.

as i was making this, i also came across the bit in CF where she realises about the rebelling in 8, and she realises that all her acting up for snow didn't matter because the fire of rebellion was still raging - that's a turning point because i really do think she starts thinking of her kisses with him completely differently. they're not for the capitol or snow because that doesn't really matter anymore. which is why when she's confused about why he's not comforting and kissing her after the QQ announcement, that's purely her and her wishes shining through. because why would he be kissing her if there's no cameras around and she's 'chosen' gale at this point? but that's their thing. and that's what she expects. like from that moment on, her realising her acting is not gonna change a damn thing happening politically, she fully embraces kissing him and never again mentions doing it for the cameras or any other reason. it's for her

#everlark #thg #the hunger games #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #peeta x katniss #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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ateotd-izzy · 5 months

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anti-hero | joel dawson x fem!reader

“i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all its meaning”

after everything that had happened to you over the last 7 years in the literal apocalypse, you’ve developed some serious issues with trust.

“it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me”

and maybe a few insecurities too. but that could just be your fault.

“at tea time everybody agrees”

so when you and your boyfriend joel go out to the surface to find his ex-girlfriend aimee, the only person left from his old life, you start feeling like, well, a problem.

“i’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror”

warnings: insecure reader?? idk none really

“it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

☾

you followed behind joel as he walked ahead, looking down at the map your colony had given the two of you.

he was so dead-set on going to find aimee and her colony that you only went with him because you knew there was a chance that if you didn’t, you would never see him again.

but there he was, happy and oblivious as he walked down the overgrown street.

what if he didn’t want you there? what if he just wanted to go alone to get away from you? what if he wanted to leave you behind? what if he still liked aimee? what if-

“y/n?”

you looked up to see joel staring back at you expectantly. he had stopped walking and was now looking back at you.

“hmm?”

“i asked if you’re okay.” he repeated, taking a few steps over to you. “are you?”

“yeah, joel, i’m fine.” you smile at him and he smiles back.

“you sure?” he asked, pushing a bit of hair away from your eyes.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“good.” he pecked your lips before taking your hand in his. “come on.”

he seemed like he still loved you, but what if he was just pretending because you were there and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings? what if he’s just a really good actor?

you tried to push those thoughts from your head. at least for the time being.

the more your trip had gone on, the worse you felt.

you had major anxiety over the entire situation, and you felt horrible because the closer you got to the beach meant the closer you were to aimee.

and you could not stop thinking about how either of you could die at any moment, even with the help of two strangers you had met.

joel seemed over the moon the closer you got to the beach and he would keep on talking about aimee as you walked.

“you know, she actually got me these pencils.” joel told you as he drew the large frog-like creature the two of you had encountered just a few days earlier into his book.

the dog you had found, boy, was curled up by your leg as you ate.

clyde and minnow, the two strangers who had been helping the two of you survive for the last day or so, were sat on the opposite side of the fire.

“yeah, you mentioned that already, kid.” clyde mumbled, his mouth full of the beans he was eating. “i think your girlfriend’s getting sick of it.”

your head shot up, scaring boy for a moment, while joel’s turned to look at you.

“i’m fine. i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you shrugged it off, even if it were true.

you didn’t need joel to know about your worries or insecurities when it came to aimee.

he just seemed so excited and you felt like maybe you were the one thing that was stopping him from feeling happy.

so instead you focused on the dog in your lap, stroking and playing with boy until your small group had to leave.

as clyde and minnow led, boy running circles around the young girl, joel fell back to walk beside you.

“what’s going on with you?” he asked softly. “you okay?”

you nodded and joel gave you a look.

“i’m fine.” you insisted.

“you know you can talk to me… right?”

his words sounded genuine, and his facial expression was easily readable. he looked concerned.

“yeah, of course.” you put on a smile. “don’t worry, joel.”

you were no longer with clyde and minnow when you and joel reached the old broken down motel you decided to stay at for the night.

it was storming outside as you, your boyfriend, and your dog ran for shelter.

joel had been extra happy since he had killed one of the monsters and saved boy.

“wow.” joel breathed out, looking at the rain, and you tore your eyes away from him to look out at the sky.

rain was something you had missed from the outside world.

“you know, i haven’t felt the rain in seven years.” joel said to boy and you just kept watching the storm. “pretty cool. pretty cool.”

joel then wrapped his arms around your body and sat his chin on your shoulder. he pressed a short kiss to your neck, and you didn’t move.

your attention was entirely focused on the rain. you had forgotten how much you had loved it.

back when you were a teenager, you used to sit by your window whenever it would storm and just watch the rain, soft music playing from your headphones.

it was your favorite weather.

“how’re you doing?” joel asked quietly and you turned your head a little.

“i’m fine.” you responded, ignoring the few tears that had pricked in your eyes due to all the emotions you had been feeling.

“hello.” a sudden robotic voice spoke from behind you and joel spun around, letting his arms fall from your waist.

joel started walking inside, towards the voice, and you sat down, watching the rain fall.

you could hear some kind of electronic whirring, but didn’t turn your head.

“holy shit. you’re alive.” joel’s voice came from behind you. “i mean… you’re on.”

“i have 51 minutes of power left. what is your name?”

“uh, i’m joel. my name is joel.”

after he introduced himself, you turned your head. boy came and curled himself up on your lap, letting you pet him.

you didn’t listen to what was going on behind you until joel called your name.

“y/n, you gotta come in here.” he chuckled. “it’s… it’s a real mav1s.”

you stood up, being careful not to hurt boy as you did so, and walked inside, sitting beside joel on the springy mattress.

“mav1s, this is my girlfriend, y/n.” joel introduced with a smile.

“hello, y/n.”

“hi.” you mumbled.

“joel, besides conversing with me, for which i am eternally grateful, may i ask what you are doing outside of your colony?”

“yeah, um…”

“did you steal food?” the mav1s’s eyes narrowed.

“no. no, i didn’t steal any food.” joel responded and you couldn’t help but snicker at his tone.

joel looked at you, noticing the fact that he hadn’t heard you laugh in quite a while.

he then looked back at the mav1s. “y/n and i are actually… on a quest. to find a girl. um, an old friend of mine, actually.”

“how lovely! what is her name?”

“uh, aimee. with one i and two e’s.”

you kissed joel’s cheek and walked outside again. you sat on the ground, right on the edge of the concrete so the rain would fall against your head.

you hadn’t realized just how long you had zoned out for until you heard joel bringing mav1s outside and sitting her on the couch.

“i, uh, i need to pee.” joel picked up his crossbow and started walking away. “i’ll be back.”

was he leaving? oh, my god, was he ditching you?

“is something troubling you, y/n?” mav1s asked as you watched joel walk inside. “you can tell me anything, as i am an empathetic listener.”

you stood up as the rain slowed down and sat beside the mav1s on the old couch.

“also, my memory banks will be permanently erased in 14 minutes.”

you sat quietly for a moment before looking at the robot.

“did joel talk to you about aimee much?”

“only for a moment. he talked to her on his radio. why do you ask?”

“do you think he… likes her?” you asked.

“yes, i do think he likes his friend, as he-”

“no, no. no, mav1s, i meant, like… do you think he has, like, romantic feelings for her?”

“what makes you ask that?”

“before everything that happened, and before he met me in our colony, joel and aimee were together. aimee was his girlfriend before i was.” you sighed and leaned back in your seat. “i just… do you think he’s gonna leave me for her?”

“while he was talking to aimee on his radio, joel spoke very fondly of you.”

“am i crazy to be totally freaking out that joel’s gonna leave me forever?”

“what?” joel asked as he approached you again. you hadn’t even noticed him appear.

you went quiet. “nothing. it doesn’t matter.”

he sat himself beside you. “y/n, i’m never gonna leave you. why would you even think that?”

you looked down at your lap and shrugged. he crouched in front of you to meet your eyes.

you sighed at the confused look on his face. joel was always so clueless.

“aimee.” you answered.

“huh?”

“do you still have feelings for her?”

joel was silent for a moment, staring into your eyes. worry took over your features as you searched his face for some kind of answer to your question.

then a smile grew on joel’s face, which turned into a chuckle.

“what?” you asked and joel shook his head.

“nothing, you’re just funny.”

“joel, i’m being serious. why are you coming all this way for her? do you still have feelings for her?” you stared down at him and he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“y/n, i only have feelings for you. i swear.” his smile had softened as he spoke. “aimee’s someone from my past. yes, i dated her when i was 17, but that’s different now. i only want you. not aimee, not anybody.”

“then why..?”

“she’s my friend, and it’s been like 7 years. i just wanted to see what it’s like out here, and i haven’t seen anyone i knew before all this in over half a decade.”

joel frowned and put a hand on your cheek.

“i guess i just got excited. i forgot to ask if you were even okay with all this.”

a smile tugged on your lips. “it’s fine, joel.”

“i love you, okay?” he told you, his voice honest. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you whispered out and leant forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

he hugged you tight and pulled you to your feet.

as he held you, he slowly rocked the two of you back and forth.

music slowly started to play, coming from mav1s, and joel smiled before spinning you around.

it was raining more, and joel pulled you out from under the shelter and into the rain.

his hair stuck to his face as he smiled, leaning forward and pecking you on the lips.

“you’re the only one for me, okay? don’t you ever doubt that for a second.” he mumbled into your ear as the two of you danced. “you’re my girl.”

you smiled and lifted your hand from his shoulder to push his hair from his eyes.

the two of you danced in the rain until mav1s’ power ran out and the music abruptly stopped.

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: how has this been in my drafts since june…

#joel dawson x reader #joel dawson #love and monsters #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #midnights #taylor swift #midnights taylor swift #anti hero

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xlovelybluebellex · 3 months

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Thought of this just now but what about a alastor x toddler reader that likes cartoons but Alastor doesn't like her watching TV so he turns it off and it leads into a tantrum

I’m warning yall rn, I personality hate Cocomelon. I’m sorry if this offends you, but I’ve decided Alastor already hates tv, but cocomelon is so much worse.

Radio’s Not Dead

You sat in front of the TV, the Cocomelon theme song playing. You clapped along in an amused manner, the bright colors and nice sounds were relaxing.

You smiled, looking down at your favorite stuffed fawn, Deirdra, who sat right next to you. Her previous light pink color, now grayed and muted by time and love over the years. But in your head, she was as lively as ever and enjoyed the show.

You didn’t know why you liked this show when little. In fact, when big, you hated it with a passion. It was just so irritating to you, with the terrible music and the obvious questions. But then again, that was just your big mind.

In your little mind, it was so much different. The questions felt comforting, simple. You could easily tell what was happening and you basked in the predictability. It helped soothe those terrible anxieties. And the music, oh the music. It was soft, yet upbeat. Something your little self could comprehend.

So in short, anyone who wasn’t in your situation wouldn’t understand. The show was calming to you, in a way you couldn’t explain. So imagine your frustration the second you saw that previous bright screen vanish. All that was left was a black void.

You angrily turned, seeing Alastor standing with the remote. “Papa!” You whined loudly, turning to him fully. “Now, now darling! You know how I feel about this…aggravatingly colorful and loud box.” He said, a wide smile spread across his face.

You pouted glaring up at him. “Not fair!” You whined, trying to grab the remote. You gripped his pant leg, roughly tugging on it. But to Alastor, it was like dealing with an angry kitten.

“Y/N. You know how Papa feels about pulling.” He said, a bit deeper this time. A sign he was losing patience. His aura grew colder, and you could make out the faintest red hue in his eyes. However, at the moment, you didn’t care.

“No! TV!” You whined, yanking harder and looking up at him in irritation. “Last warning, fawn.” He said, his smile growing less and less genuine. In fact, you were a little scared now. Too bad you’d already gone too far.

“No!” You screamed, throwing yourself back. “No, no, no, no!” You yelled, angry tears forming as you glared at him. He seemed less angry now that you’d stopped pulling at his clothes, but he still didn’t look happy.

You flailed on the ground, grabbing a nearby toy and chucking it at him. Alastor dodged with ease, even catching the toy. “Nice try, darling! You almost hit me!” He said tauntingly, only fueling the fire.

You wailed loudly, fresh tears falling whilst trying to find Deirdra. Then you drew a blank when you realized that’s who you threw. She was the only nearby toy.

Your anger disappeared, a whimper escaping your mouth. “P-Papa…Deirdra?” You whined, holding your hands out for her. He let out a ‘hmm’, putting the toy behind his back. “I think some timeout time is in order, don’t you?” He asked, setting his microphone in front of him.

You blushed a little, embarrassed from your previous outburst as you nodded with a sniffle. He held his hand out, smiling wider when you grasped it and stood.

The two of you walked over to a corner in your room, Alastor making a small stool appear. “Now take a seat, my dear. I’ll return when your time is up.” He said brightly. You never understood his lack of real emotion unless it was love for you.

“How long?” You asked timidly, sitting down and wiping at your ruddy cheeks. “That is for me to know, and for you to not worry about.” He said, tapping your nose and going off.

You sighed, turning to the wall.

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”Times up, my beauty.” Alastor spoke, stepping behind you. You immediately turn, jumping into his arms. He pat your head, rubbing your back as you let out a few more tears. This time, of regret.

Alastor lifting you up, letting you sob into his shoulder as he walked away. He made his way out of your room, curiosity compelling you as to where you were going. You decided to shrug it off though. You were with him, that was what mattered.

Alastor walked up a few stairs, a gentle hand still rubbing your back. You leaned into him, sniffling ever so softly. He finally stopped going up stairs, opening a door. You pulled away, looking around to see his radio tower.

“Like it, darling?” He asked, taking a seat on the small couch. “M-Mhm..” You said, hiccuping a little from your tears. He cooed, kissing your face and running a hand over your face.

“No need for tears now, sweet one. We’re going to have some fun!” He chirped, fixing your hair. You nodded, blinking owlishly. You had no idea what he had in mind.

“But first,” He started, pulling out a familiar grayish pink toy. “I think someone missed you.” He said, making Deirdra ‘kiss’ your cheek. You gasped, pulling her close and hugging her tightly.

Alastor chuckled softly, amused at your childish antics. “Thank you.” You said, holding her. “Such polite manners. You’re welcome, my fawn.” He said, kissing your forehead.

You giggled sitting up while waiting for him to explain what you’d be doing. “Now! Papa’s going to show you the magic of radio!” He said, taking you off his lap and sitting you on the couch.

You tilted your head curiously, watching as he set up the station. You’d never dealt with radio, having died not so long ago. You had no idea what he’d have in store for you.

A soft tune started over the radio, smooth jazz filling the room. You sat closer, listening and smiling softly. It was…lovely. The music was upbeat, but not to the point it was unbearable. It had a slow tempo, which helped calm things down. It was beautiful.

“See? Isn’t it better than that terrible box?” Alastor said, patting your head. You shrugged, but the smile on your face told it all. You held Deirdra, laying down on the couch as Alastor took a seat in the faux leather chair to do some work.

Perhaps radio wasn’t dead you mused, silently drifting off to the music.

A little shorter, but I did my best!

#age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere

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it-happened-one-fic · 11 months

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Congrats on 300! Glad your writing is finding an audience. I'd be happy to submit a request for your event! Can I have TWST, Earl Grey tea and Angel Food Cake? Thank you!

Thank you so much for the congratulations! I recognized your name as soon as I go this request from the various comments you've made on my fics and it made me so happy! I hope you enjoy this Earl Grey Tea and Angel Food Cake fic!

A Pretty Good Choice – Floyd

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Earl Grey Tea and Angel Food Cake prompt

Word Count: 1922 words

Azul had come scrambling into Ramshackle, his pale blue eyes bright as he looked at me with raw excitement and a certain level of smugness that often seemed to come with success when one was dealing with Azul.

“I’ve done it! I’ve found a way to keep you here!” He stated those words with utter pride, which had me practically dropping Grim in shock.

In truth, we’d discovered that I couldn’t stay in Twisted Wonderland due to my status as a foreign entity. Crowley had been utterly delighted when he’d explained it to me.

“You see? I have, of course, been looking into the matter, and, as it turns out, we need not worry about sending you home! Rather, you will be sucked back into your world before long simply because you aren’t originally from Twisted Wonderland and have nothing to hold you here.”

His words had been a heavy blow because I’d become quite attached to the people here and to the friends I’d made quite some time ago. I no longer wanted to return home. Especially since I had no clue about what awaited me.

Everyone I knew, even my family, could be convinced I was dead and had probably already moved on, considering how long I’d been here.

To reappear now would throw everyone’s lives, including mine, into disarray. I wouldn’t even know how to explain what had happened, and I was almost positive that no one would believe me.

“Crowley told you it was just a matter of not being tied to this world, right?” Azul’s questioning dragged me out of my thoughts and back to the present. Causing me to nod even though I felt totally out of my depth.

“Yeah… He said that since there was nothing to hold me here, this world would eventually eject me.” Even the words tasted wrong, but I forced myself to remain in the moment.

Azul had said he’d found a way to keep me here. So maybe, just maybe, there really was a way.

I watched as the housewarden pushed his glasses up in what I could only call a smug manner, “Well then. All you have to do is get married.”

I gaped up at the young man as Grim let out a shocked yowl that perfectly matched my thoughts.

Azul rolled his eyes at both of our reactions and gestured for me to follow him, “Come with me. I’ll explain on the way to the Mostro Lounge.”

And explain he did.

Apparently, I would be entering into a contract with someone else that would be officiated by Azul and would essentially serve as an arranged marriage contract.

“You won’t actually be marrying someone, and should you find a partner who you wish to be with, you will be promptly released from the contract to marry that person. This is just a measure to keep you in this world,” Azul pushed open the door to his lounge as he finished smoothly.

I nodded slowly before frowning slowly, “And the matter of payment?”

Azul’s hand went to his chest in a feigned shock, “You think I would make you pay for such a service? Angelfish, I’m doing this to help you out of this truly unfortunate situation you’ve found yourself in. Let your partner-to-be handle the payment.”

So whoever was in this contract with me would be handling the payment… Well, Azul had said before that I had nothing of interest to offer him.

“And who is this partner-to-be?” At my words, Azul stopped. A genuine frown appearing on his face as he twisted to better face me.

“That’s the problem at hand. I brought you here to go ahead and sign the contract, but you’ll need to find a willing partner.” He looked back at me, worry shining slightly in his eyes in a way that reminded me that he was actually doing this because he cared.

Because I’d befriended the octatrio shortly after Azul’s overblot, and since then they’d been far more genuinely benevolent, though they did still like to be repaid for their kindness whenever possible.

“So I’ll be looking for someone willing to enter into an arranged marriage contract and foot the bill for your services?” My tone sounded wavering and uncertain to even my own ears, but Azul simply waved off my concerns, his own way of being comforting I supposed, before gesturing for me to sit at a table.

“You have plenty of close friends; I’m sure you’ll find someone willing. Just sit down, and I’ll be right back with the contract.” He twisted on his heel, looking towards the bar, “Floyd!”

At Azul’s call, the lanky young man in question looked up. His expression was initially one of boredom until he spotted me, at which time his eyes brightened.

It was odd that he hadn’t noticed me the moment I’d stepped into the room. Normally Floyd was almost inhumanly fast when it came to noticing my presence.

In fact, he’d often appear by my side with a smile on his face and my nickname on his lips before I’d even managed to spot him in the crowd.

“Get them something to drink while they wait,” After giving his orders, Azul glanced back over his shoulder at me with a grin on his face that told me he’d thought of something to sweeten the deal.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be on the house for today. Think of it as a celebration.” With only those words, he strolled off, not even giving me a chance to object.

And even if I had wanted to object, Floyd was already strolling over with a smile on his face as he whipped out a notepad and clicked his ink-pen in preparation, “What’ll it be, Shrimpy? I recommend something expensive since Azul is paying.”

I smiled slightly at his advice before shaking my head slightly, "How about something light… or maybe something to calm my nerves?”

I pondered my order out loud and got to watch as Floyd’s smile disappeared and a frown appeared in its place.

He sat his notepad down on the table and slid into the booth across from me, “What’s wrong? Having second thoughts about staying already? That’s no good, Shrimpy.”

Despite his light-hearted phrasing, Floyd’s tone was filled with something I was less used to. Concern.

Both his worry and questions startled me, causing my eyes to go wide before I shook my head vehemently, “No! No! Not at all. I definitely want to stay; it's just….”

I trailed off as I considered the situation that now lay before me, “It’s just that marriage seems so sudden. I haven’t considered it at all, and I certainly can’t think of anyone to ask to enter into this contract with me.”

I shifted awkwardly in my seat as Floyd’s gaze seemed to all but drill into me. Pushing me for answers and forcing me to sort through my own thoughts, “I mean, who would want to be in an arranged marriage contract, much less with me? And that’s not even considering the matter of paying Azul.”

The more I thought about it, the more it felt like I’d exchanged one massive issue for one slightly smaller but still very difficult problem. What made it worse was that if I didn’t find anyone, I would be back at square home.

Getting sucked back into my world even though I knew I wanted to stay here. Because I had people I cared for here. Floyd, Azul, Deuce, Ace, Grim… And that was only listing a small few of a very large number.

Floyd tilted his head, staying silent as Azul reappeared with a glowing yellow contract in his hand and a smile on his face. Or at least there was a smile on his face before he spotted Floyd sitting at the table that had no drink on it.

“Floyd, I thought I told you to get them a drink?” Floyd waved off Azul, eliciting a sigh from the housewarden before his smile returned, though gentler this time.

“Here Angelfish. You’ll just need to sign here,” He pointed at a dotted line as he laid the paper in front of me before offering me a pen.

I paused, hesitating before letting the pen’s tip touch down and I started carefully signing my name.

I had a myriad of concerns, but I had to at least try. Even if I couldn’t think of anyone, someone may yet show up who’d be willing to enter into this contract with me. Though who that was I had no clue.

I had barely pulled the pen away from the paper before Floyd had reached out, deftly spinning the paper so that it faced him.

“Floyd?” I questioned him aloud, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he continued on about his business, and I soon received his wordless explanation in the form of his signature on the dotted line right next to mine.

Me and Azul gawked at him as he nonchalantly unclicked his pen and pocketed it. Azul looked from the paper to Floyd and then over to me, while Floyd just grinned at me, completely unperturbed.

“Floyd, are…” I stumbled across my words, causing the grin on Floyd’s face to only grow as I fumbled, “Are you sure? This is an arranged marriage contract, you know? And-”

“I’m like you, Shrimpy~ I hadn’t put a lot of thought into marriage either.” His tone was a happy one as he leaned down until his arms were crossed on the table with his head resting against them as he continued to look up at me.

“But I like you, so if I had to get married, I think you’d be a pretty good choice. Doncha think?” His smile softened ever so slightly as he looked up at me, and I felt myself go still, my eyes widening as I looked down at him.

Half of me was still surprised by his impulsive decision, but the other half of me was beyond touched and even a little flustered as I looked across the table at the young man, who, I couldn’t deny, was one of the main reasons I wanted to stay in Twisted Wonderland.

I found myself smiling at him, fondness creeping into my tone as I answered him at last, “And I certainly can’t complain about this arrangement either.”

Floyd outright grinned at my words, sitting up and even leaning forward a bit with his excitement. His gaze was almost expectant, like he knew I had more to say.

And, to be fair, I did. Because how could I not when he’d just solved my issues with a single signature, “Thank you, Floyd.”

Azul let out a sigh at my soft words, shaking his head a little even though he had the slightest of smiles on his face as he looked between the two of us, “Then the two of you are sure?”

I looked up at him, nodding with a smile still on my face, as Floyd bobbed his head cheerfully and responded in his customary sing-song tone, “Absolutely.”

Azul looked down at the contract, still smiling, as he signed his own name on the only remaining line, sealing the deal and causing it to light up with a brilliant flash of magic as he worked his signature spell. “Well, I suppose there’s only one thing left to do then.”

He looked up at both of us as he finished, “We just need to tell Jade that he now has a sister-in-law.”

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boxofbonesfic · 1 year

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Title: Happy New Year (A Doppelgänger interlude)

Pairing: Ransom x Reader, Lloyd x Reader

Summary: Your fiance has a special New Years surprise for you.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Dark!Ransom, Lloyd Hansen is his own warning, Switching Places, Alcohol, Mind games, Darkfic, Smut, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: so lots of people have been asking when the first time they switched places on reader was… happy new year, everyone! divider by @firefly-graphics

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m just not going to make it home.” Ransom sounds genuinely apologetic over the phone. “Something came up. Harlan’s sick—could be bad.” Your heart sinks as he says it. You don’t want to feel anything but empathy, but instead, bitter jealousy curls in your stomach alongside it. After all, you’re family too, aren’t you? You’re engaged, aren’t you?

When do I get to come first? You feel guilty even thinking it—after all, it isn’t like Ransom hasn’t put you first in all sorts of other ways. But you’re lonely, and you miss him. You’ve been alone in this big house since just after Christmas, and it’s starting to get to you. His “day or two” visit had become three, become four—and now you were standing alone amidst the various holiday decorations you’d put up in anticipation of his arrival.

“That sounds terrible,” you say, swallowing down the bitter frustration. After all, it isn’t his fault. You know he’s in charge of so much at the publishing company, and you don’t want to complain. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

I know it’s a shitty way to spend your New Year’s,” Ransom says. “No need to sugarcoat it.”

“I just… dammit, Ran, you know I miss you,” your teeth sink into your trembling lower lip. You don’t want to cry, dammit, you’re not one of those girls who can’t spend a weekend without their fiancé. You feel silly even being upset.

“I know, Sweetheart. I miss you too. I promise, I’ll fly home tomorrow, and we’ll have a belated New Years party. Just you and me. Okay?” He sounds so earnest, it’s hard not to forgive him instantly.

“Okay.”

“Don’t say it like that, baby. I promise, we’ll make it special, okay?”

“Okay, Ran,” you say, a small watery smile crossing your features. He can’t see it, but his relieved sigh tells you he can feel the tension easing between you as well. “And you’ll call at midnight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You hang up the phone, and stare dejectedly at your festively decorated house. Even though Ransom’s only coming home a day later, it all feels like wasted effort now, like you invited all your friends to your birthday party and not a single one of them showed. You kick at one of the silver balloons littering the living room floor, and it pops, showering both you and the carpet in brightly colored paper confetti.

Maybe it was silly to go to all of this effort, but… you want things to be special. First New Years together, first apartment together—a year of firsts that you’d completed together. It feels bittersweet to be alone now, but you swallow it. You sigh, shoving more balloons off of the couch and collapsing onto it.

Maybe it’s not too late to call Nat.

Your sister texted you just the day before to ask if you had any special New Year’s plans, maybe it’s not too late to tag along with her. You grab your phone. It’s not too late, only a little past six as you pull up her contact info, and punch the green button to dial her.

“—as anyway. Hello?”

“Oh, hey, Nat.” You can hear muffled laughter and the low murmur of conversation in the background. “You busy?”

“Just pre-gaming before we go out,” she says. That rich, deep laugh sounds again, and your cheeks heat. You hadn’t realized Nathalie’s we included a male friend. “Your boo-thang home yet?”

You let out an awkward laugh. “Ugh, no. He, um. He got held up, family stuff. I was wondering if you wanted to come over? Maybe hang out tonight?” Even as you’re speaking, you hear someone on the other end groan frustratedly.

“Come on, Nattie,” The deep male voice is just loud enough for you to hear. “You said you were gonna make me see stars. Was that all talk?”

“I would,” You can practically hear the sly smile on her lips. “But I kind of… already made plans, if you catch my drift.” There’s a loud slap, and Nathalie’s girly giggle makes you roll your eyes. “I can stop by after?”

“I don’t think you’ll be walking after,” you retort. “Don’t worry about it. Happy New Year.”

You shuffle around the house irritatedly, trying to find something to do with yourself that doesn’t remind you of just how alone you are tonight. Depressingly, you settle on chores. You throw a load of laundry into the washer in the hallway, and meander back to the living room. You know your little decoration whirlwind will only be a hassle later, but you can’t bring yourself to take them down. The bottle of prosecco you picked up at the liquor store is still sitting in its melting ice bath on the coffee table, the two glasses next to it sadly empty.

“Happy New Year to me,” you mumble, climbing over the back of the couch and landing on the pillows with a dramatic oof. You reach for the bottle, carefully undoing the aluminum contradiction that keeps the cork in place. It pops out, skittering away underneath one of the living room chairs for you to find later. You pay the errant cork no mind, and pour yourself a liberal glass.

Bitterly, you hold it up to the quiet air in a mock toast.

“First drink of the night,” you say, downing half of it in a single gulp. The bubbles tickle your nose, but the alcohol is sweet and palatable. You finish the glass and pour another, reaching for the remote. By the time you've finished your second glass, the alcohol is sitting warmly in your belly, and the bitter, angry feeling roiling in the back of your mind is both less obtrusive and somehow more present than ever. Aimlessly, you flip through channels, watching other people celebrate the new year as you slide progressively further and further into the bottle.

After you finish your fourth glass you don't bother with it anymore, instead swigging straight from the bottle. The comfortable warmth settling in your tummy is spreading out, down your limbs, into your fingers, making your head loll as you lay there. You squint at the cable box—10:45. A whole hour and fifteen minutes left of this year.

The dryer dings, and you groan. “Stupid thing,” you mumble, staggering to your feet. Doing laundry while drunk is a skill set, you decide as you make your way to the hall closet, the floor tilting dangerously under your feet. There's a bang that echoes down the front hallway as you open the laundry room door, and you squint at the dryer, swaying as you try to place the noise. It sounds again, and it takes your liquor muddied brain a few seconds to understand—

It's the door.

“One second,” you say, hoping the words don’t sound as slurred to the person on the other side of it as they do to you. “M'Coming.” You eye yourself in the hallway mirror, and practice walking in a straight line before you reach for the door handle. “How can I—Ran?” Your husband's face cracks into a wide grin as you blink at him. “How—?” You hiccup, covering your mouth as your cheeks warm with embarrassment .

“Happy new year, Princess.” He steps over the threshold, wiping his shoes on the mat. You're so happy to see him, you practically throw yourself into his arms, sniffling. He smells good, like pine and leather. gold chain under his turtleneck rubs against your cheek through the fabric as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“II thought you had to, um. Harlan,” you try to make the alcohol added words make sense on your loose tongue. “Sick?” He chuckles, cupping your chin.

“Someone's had a few,” he says with a laugh, and you giggle up at him. “Besides, I needed to see my girl,” he says, drawing his thumb affectately over the apple of your cheek. “I missed you… ” He trails off, his eyes focusing on something behind you. “Did you do this?” Ransom gestures to the decorations. You nod, another hiccup forcing its way up through your lips.

“I w-wanted to surprise you. Do you like it, Ran?”

“I love it.” His responding laugh is dark with an emotion you can't name. He leans down to kiss you, his mouth moving hungry against yours. You kiss him back, and then wrinkle your nose, frowning as you pull away .

“You grew out your beard,” you say, drawing a finger across the mustache sitting just above his upper lip. “So fast…?” He chuckles.

"I'll shave it tomorrow." He kisses you again, moaning into your mouth. "Fuckin' sweet," he mumbles, worrying your plump lower lip between his teeth. He pulls away, panting, his eyes dark. a drink, Princess,” he says lowly. “I need to catch up.”

You're acutely aware of your stumbling as you head back to the kitchen for the other bottle chilling in the fridge. Ransom saves you the trouble of opening it, popping the cork and pouring himself a glass. He refills your discarded flute, and the two of you drink together.

“You really outdid yourself, baby,” he says, nodding at the brightly colored, festive streamers hanging in the doorways. You can't help but beam a little proudly at him.

“I thought you would like it,” you say, taking a sip from your glass when Ransom indicates that you should, tapping the stem as if to say bottoms up.

"Can't ring in the new year sober, can we?" He says, topping your glass back up before its even empty. "I love it. I can't believe I almost missed it," he says, shaking his head . You watch as he rounds the kitchen island, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Getting close now, aren't we, Princess?” He asks, his hands straying underneath the hem of your plain pajama shorts. “We should get ready to count down."

He walks you back out to the living room and flips on the television, a snowy Times Square appearing on the flat-screen. The music is almost too loud, and the room spins around you as Ransom leads you back to the couch. The champagne glass in your hand slips from your fingers, landing on the carpet with a soft tinkle as the stem snaps neatly in two.

“R-Ran, we sh-should—” You don't remember sitting down, but suddenly you are, splayed messily across the sofa as Ransom climbs over you. Your skin burns hot from the alcohol, and you whine as his cool fingers press into your hips.

“I'll clean it up later.” The low sultry purr makes you shiver. You can't shake the niggling feeling that something is wrong, but Ransom won't let you think. He kisses down your jaw, nibbling at your throat as he sandwiches you between his hard chest and the couch cushions. He slides down, his knees hitting the carpet with a muffled thud as he stars up at you from between your thighs.

You don't remember him sliding your shorts off, but as his breath puffs across your moist, swollen folds, he licks his lips.

"Even prettier than I thought you'd be." Something about his words gives you pause, but as you struggle to sit up, Ransom's arms tightened around your thighs, pulling you forward until your hips dangle off the edge of the couch, your thighs slung over his shoulders. “That's better.” The harsh rasp of his mustache against your cunt is lost in the sensation of his tongue sliding through your folds.

You can't even remember what you were going to complain about, the words lost in the hiss of air through your clenched teeth. Ransom does it again, parting your soft, puffy lips to circle your slick entrance with his tongue.

“Princess, you better start counting,” Ransom says cheekily, “or you’re going to miss it.”

“T-ten. Nine— oh fuck,” you whimper, your hips rolling against his face as Ransom’s tongue flicks expertly at your clit. “R-Ran—”

"I said count, Princess."

"F-five, four, three— God—!" You're barely aware of the sound of your phone ringing somewhere else in the house, but you can't focus on it, not when Ransom is curling his fingers inside you like that and—

You press your head back into the cushions, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as you cum with a whimper, your thighs clenching tightly around Ransom's head. You try to pull away, but his grip only tights, his tongue lashing against your clit as your cries grow louder, ringing in your own ears.

"Ransom, Ran I c-can't, I can't—!" You babble gibberish down at him as your toes curl. He doesn't move, though, doesn't relinquish his grip until you're dragged down underneath the current of sticky pleasure again. You go limp, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes and down into your hair as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Happy New Year!” The television hosts jump excitedly as silver and gold confetti rain down around them. Auld Lang Syne blares from your television speakers as Ransom leans back on his knees, admiring the sloppy mess between your thighs.

“Happy New Year, Princess,” he echoes softly, drawing a finger through your trembling folds. You whine, trying to close your thighs around his hand. “Let's make it a good one.”

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heliads · 8 months

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inej ghafa x fem!reader?? I feel like things like this are missing on tumblr. kaz and reader are a duo and many consider them a couple but r likes inej and inej likes r. just something where kaz is tired of hearing his best friend talking about his other best friend and decides, in his own way, to play "cupid" so they can finally leave him alone. i really need to see kaz being "cupid's best friend" to both of them and being secretly happy for them (male-female friends exist, nobody remembers??)

male-female friends DO exist, speak on that anon

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“I think Kaz Brekker is going to kill me.”

This is not an unusual announcement to make in the Barrel. The fact that you’re saying this aloud to an empty room, although odd, is again not something that happens infrequently. Dirtyhands has a reputation for going after anyone who slights him, and he doesn’t accept apologies when he can take something a little more permanent, like a life. Many of his victims are prone to complaining via soliloquy.

The only difference between you and the dozens of Ketterdam residents currently pacing restlessly in fear of Kaz’s wrath is the response such a statement receives. When you make your pronouncement, instead of being greeted by the rustle of wind against the eaves or an ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach, you’re answered by the Wraith herself.

Inej chooses to respond to you instead of retreating back to the Slat to tell Kaz his latest fear campaign has worked, unlike how she’d treat anyone else. Although she wasn’t visible in the room, the second you speak aloud to the seeming emptiness, Inej appears in a flash of dark fabric, crouched on your window ledge, and says, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You frown at her. “I am not being ridiculous. I think he actually means it this time.”

Inej rolls her eyes, slipping into your room through the window you’re pretty sure was locked from the inside when you were last here. “That’s just his usual friendly demeanor. You’ve known him even longer than I have, Y/N, you can’t possibly think that he means you any harm.”

You grimace. “See, that’s what I thought too. I mean, I met Kaz when we were both kids, I’ve kind of taken our friendship for granted. He’s never so much as stubbed my toe with his cane.”

Inej frowns. “So what changed?”

“It’s happened a few times now,” you admit. “He keeps saying stuff about how something with me has got to change, and if I don’t get around to it, he’ll fix the problem I’ve created. He wasn’t joking, Inej. Whatever I’ve done, he’s not inclined to back down until he gets it sorted out, and you know how Kaz likes to solve his problems.”

Inej winces. “Kaz threatens a lot of people. You can’t take it too much to heart.”

“If you were there, you would know,” you grumble. “He seemed, like, genuinely unhappy. He said that my problem was starting to cast a pall on his reputation. He said I was making it his concern. Usually, he trusts me to sort out my issues, but this– this was different.”

Inej must be able to sense your genuine concern, because her expression softens and she walks forward, placing a soft hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure he doesn’t mean it. Kaz has a lot on his plate. You’re his best friend, Y/N, or so Kaz would say if he would let himself rely on anyone. He doesn’t want you dead.”

You lean into her palm. Just like always, it brings comfort like nothing else. Just like always, you can’t help but chase the warmth of her touch, wishing for more that you may never receive. Not as a friend. Not just this. “You’re his best friend, too. Have you heard anything?”

Inej shakes her head. “Not a word. I can ask, though. Discreetly, of course.”

You smile. “Of course. I trust your secret ways, you know that.”

Inej laughs, and pulls away after a heartbeat, although her eyes follow the place her hand had been for a while longer. “I think I’ll talk to him now. I don’t want you worrying for no reason.”

You let out a grateful sigh. “Thank you, Inej. I mean it.”

She flashes you a grin as she heads back towards the window. “Anytime, Y/N. One more question, though,” she adds, perched halfway in your room and halfway in the open air of the Kerch streets, “How did you know I was here? When you first said you thought Kaz was going to kill you, I mean, how’d you know I would hear it? I didn’t make a sound.”

You lift a shoulder. “I just did.”

Inej frowns crossly. “I need to know so I can improve my skills. What gave it away?”

You grin. “Maybe I didn’t know. Maybe I was just talking to myself.”

Inej scoffs. “You don’t do that.”

She says it with absolute certainty, the product of enough time spent watching from the shadows. “What if I knew when you were watching so I only talked to empty rooms when I knew you weren’t around?” You ask, laughing.

“That still brings us back to the subject of how you always know when I’m there,” Inej points out.

You wave a hand vaguely around. “I don’t know. Honestly. I just feel it, I guess.”

Inej considers this, still crouched on the window ledge, her heels over empty air, her knuckles brushing the cracking paint. You walk closer so you can get a better look at her. The midnight moonlight clings to her hair, her skin; it’s not just you who doesn’t want to let her go, or so it seems. Inej smiles at you, fond, and then she’s gone, disappearing into the empty night air. You surge to the window, but even after sticking your head out and looking around, you can’t spot one flicker of movement. She has simply vanished, as if from the very country itself.

You don’t know that you could respond any better to Inej’s question even if you were ready for it. You never have been able to put a proper name to the sensation you get whenever Inej is nearby. Some could call it infatuation, others could refer to it as a good friendship, but it’s more than that. Inej is the person you look to first in a firefight. Inej is the one you want to see when you have the day off, when you’re finally safe from a dangerous job. It’s her. Always has been.

You started looking for her in earnest the day you realized that the feelings you had for her were more than just platonic. After that, it was easy. Inej is not so pedestrian as to reveal herself in a shower of loose roof tiles, nor a kicked pebble on the street, but she is still human. If you really try, you can hear her in the quiet of perfect stillness. The brush of cloth against cloth. One held breath. Even secrecy makes noise, and you’ve memorized every way to tell it’s her when a shadow lingers nearby.

You don’t get a response until the next morning. You’re idling on the cobblestoned streets, pretending to wait for a friend but really watching the flow of pigeons from the Dime Lions’ club to the Dregs’. You tuck your face into your hand to hide a yawn, and when you look back up, blinking against the crisp wind, Inej is by your side, leaning against the railing of a bridge just a step or two away.

“‘Morning, Inej,” you greet her. “Sleep well?”

She smiles, closing her eyes so she can tilt her head back and bask in the meager few rays of morning sun that have managed to break through the dense clouds that usually block out Ketterdam sunrises. “You know,” she says absentmindedly, “I really do like that about you. Everyone else just demands information whenever I show up. You say hello.”

You feel the corners of your lips flicker up in a traitorous smile despite your best attempts not to respond to the compliment. “Is it terrible if I ask for information on your conversation with Kaz now, then?”

Inej laughs, shaking her head. “No, that's why I’m here. I think you’re right to be scared, by the way.”

You freeze slightly. “You actually think he’s going to kill me? Inej, I thought you were here to reassure me that everything was fine, not confirm my fears.”

Inej ponders this. “I don’t think he’s actually going to kill you. Just shake you up a little, maybe. I think he was more mischievous than genuinely threatening.”

This doesn’t make you feel any better. “Kaz’s idea of a fun parlor joke is stabbing someone through the hand. I’m going to need a little more evidence of his support of me before I sleep well at night again, thank you very much.”

Inej shrugs. “I think it’s very unreasonable for you to want to feel safe around Kaz Brekker, but everyone has to have their dreams, I suppose. If you want an indication of his favor, though, he’s assigned both of us to a job.”

This does grab your attention. Kaz would only trust you with Inej on a job if he really believed in you. Of course, he could be sending Inej to kill you, but you don’t think she’d do that. Inej would never hurt you. She’s pledged that before, and you made the same promise to her.

We all come to the Barrel for terrible, terrible reasons, and sometimes those reasons make themselves known in long and awful nightmares. Sometimes, when you wake up screaming, you need a friend who will never hurt you. Someone you can trust unconditionally. Sometimes, when one girl wakes up in a haze of bad memories, tears hot on her face, she needs another girl to hold her until the shaking stops. A girl to promise that there will be someone else in the world who will watch after her, who will keep the endless fears at bay. It was you for Inej, and it was Inej for you.

So no, then– if Inej was asked to hurt a hair on your head, she would not only refuse but protect you from other would-be assassins. The only answer is to then trust that this mission of Kaz’s is not designed to hurt either of you.

“Alright,” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “What does he want from us?”

He doesn’t provide you with an awful lot of information, that Dirtyhands. Inej tells you an address, a room, an object, and a time. You both head to your destination. There isn’t much security at all, hardly any passersby, so you’re able to slip in without difficulty. Once inside the designated room, you notice that there’s not much inside, just some simple furniture and a note on the desk.

The note you read with increasing indignance. Inej, who has been scouting out the room’s perimeter, glances over at you with concern when you fling the paper back against the desk. “What is it?”

“This is a trap,” you tell her, furious, “And it’s all Kaz’s doing.”

Inej furrows her brow, then softly pads across the room to pick up the note and read it herself. You can tell from the swiftly changing expression on her face alone what she’s discovering, having practically committed the note to memory yourself.

Dear Y/N and Inej,

I have had enough. Both of you have something that you need to tell each other. I have grown tired of both of you tiptoeing around it, so you won’t be leaving until I hear you say it.

K.B.

Both you and Inej turn in unison to stare at the door, but before either of you can start towards it, you hear the door lock with an audible click. You glance towards the window, but Inej shakes her head. “Locked from the outside. He must have specifically chosen this room and secured it beforehand so none of us can get out. It’s basically a holding cell.”

You yell some choice insults at Dirtyhands in general, but you only hear a soft, low laugh from behind the door, which is incredibly frustrating. You pivot slowly back to Inej, who is swaying slightly back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“Well,” you say as casually as you can, “I guess we have to say something to each other, then. That’s it, though, and then we can leave.”

“Yes,” Inej says evenly. “But what to say?”

You have a terrible feeling building in the pit of your stomach, something telling you that you know exactly what Kaz wants you to say to Inej. It might have something to do with the feelings you keep burying whenever she’s around, but the note said that both of you had to say this thing, and there’s no way that Inej could ever– she wouldn’t feel the same way, no. It must be something else, then.

“Any idea what Kaz would want from us? You’re pretty up to date on his motives,” you mention cautiously.

Inej looks studiously at the ground. “You’ve known him for longer. Maybe you would have a better guess than me.”

The floor receives your stare as well. It’s easier than looking her in the eyes. Easier than trying to make a guess as to whether or not she could possibly love you. Inej takes to prodding the door and window for possible gives, even attempting to see if the ceiling could be pushed aside to make room for escape, but no luck.

You plead weakly with her as she attempts to unscrew the hinges of the door with one of her knives. “Is whatever he wants you to say to me really that bad that you would go to all this trouble to avoid it?”

Inej stills, her hand still on the frame of the door. “You have no idea what he wants me to say.”

“But you do,” you counter, “Don’t you?”

“It’s about you,” she whispers. “It could be terrible.”

“If it’s you,” you tell her, “It could never be terrible.”

Slowly, carefully, Inej turns to look at you. Her eyes are wide and haunted. It occurs to you that maybe you were wrong, maybe she is here to kill you in some sort of way. She could hurt you without ever drawing blood. It would be easy at a time like this, with your entire body thrumming in the wild, desperate hope that the secret Inej must share is something that you have to tell her as well.

Her voice is quiet, barely even a sigh, when she speaks at last. “He knew that I love you.”

It is strange, how even with your mad hopes and prayers, you’re still absolutely consumed by the knowledge that Inej Ghafa loves you when it is finally confirmed aloud. You go completely quiet, mind racing with this incredible knowledge. Inej owes nothing to the world. She defies gravity, she defies nations. She gives nothing if she can take it, but Inej– Inej has given you her heart, free of charge, and it is the most lavish and lovely gift you could ever hope to own.

Whatever reaction Inej was hoping for, she must not find it in your awestruck face, because she abruptly turns to the door and knocks on it loudly. “I told her,” she says crossly, although you swear you detect a little bit of fear undercutting her words, “Now let me out.”

“Not yet,” you plead with her. “He can’t let you go yet. Not until I tell you that I love you, too.”

This time, Inej doesn’t turn slowly. Instead, it’s as if she’s crossed from the door to you in half a second. “Really?”

Inej never doubts herself, nor the information she gathers. Still, the look of pure joy on her face when you repeat your feelings makes her ask again, and again. You have no problem answering her. For once, you are not afraid.

The door clicks open. You glance towards it. “Footsteps on the landing.”

Inej lets out a quiet half-laugh. “Let him go. It would be sporting to give him a head start before we chase him down for pulling a stunt like this.”

You grin in response. “Still, I suppose we shouldn’t be too devastating in our wrath. Who knows how long we would have kept this a secret.”

Inej tilts her head to the side, considering this. “I don’t know. I’m rather good at finding out secrets.”

You arch a brow. “Is that so? How long do you think I’ve loved you, then?”

Inej beams. “Tell me.”

You impulsively reach out a hand, smoothing back a dark lock of hair from her face. “Since the very start.”

This is only the first of many such secrets. Inej has yet to learn just what made you love her, or where you were when you figured it out, or even perhaps how you learned to tell when she’s trying to sneak up on you. Until then, however, you have no doubt that she’ll commit herself to figuring out every intricacy that makes up the girl she loves. You. Until then, you welcome the challenge.

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Midnights Prompt List #5

“kiss you in a crowded room.”

jeff clarke x fem!reader

a/n: happy fri-yay everyone

warnings: kissing, angst, all the things i missed

“Hey Y/N! You coming to Molly’s tonight?” Herrmann asks only looking up from his news paper briefly as you walk into the common room.

“What’s happening tonight?” You ask confused if there was something important you were unaware of.

“Erm, yeah? Shay is having the raffle thing for the hockey tickets she was tipped with the other day…” He says trailing off trying to see if you have any recollection of what he’s saying. Which you don’t.

“Oh yeah!” You say back unconvincingly.

“I’ll be there don’t worry,” You add on before walking into the kitchen.

You begin pouring some more coffee in your mug before someone approaches you out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey.” Clarke says hastily by your side.

“Hi.” You say briefly looking up at him then looking back down at the coffee again.

“I uh, I thought we were gonna hang out tonight?” He asks now leaning his elbows on the counter bent over in a way that one could even say he was hiding behind you.

“We are hanging out,” You say back a little confused.

“Okay…” He says before pausing again. “So we’re hanging out but you’re going to the bar?” He asks now biting the inside of his cheek to think.

“Yep.”

“Y/N.” He says giving you an unamused look.

“What?” You ask not knowing why he has his panties in a bunch.

“So we might as well not even hang out then.” He says rolling his eyes about to walk away before you stop him with your hand on his bicep.

“I don’t know, I could be crazy for suggesting this…” You start sarcastically but when you see his face still irritated you get serious.

“What if we hung out at the bar?” You finally add a little quieter.

“I..” He starts to say as you watched the gears turn in his head thinking it over before, but you ultimately see him default back to his stubborn self. Realizing you’re not going to make any difference, you nod and turn around to make your way to the app floor.

“Y/N.” He calls out, but you hum still walking away.

“Y/N, wait!” He adds a little louder as he catches up to you grabbing your arm to stop you. Now in the hallway between the common room and the app floor, you turn to look up at him with a smile.

“We can’t…No one-“ He sighs as someone passes the two of you and he waits until they’ve passed before hushing his voice, “No one knows about us.” He whispers leaning in closer to you.

“I know, but…don’t you think it’s time to tell them? Tell anyone? I mean, we’ve been together for 7 months.” You plead locking dead eye contact.

He waits a second before exhaling in a way you know his answer isn’t going to be what you want to hear.

“What we have right now is good…Why do we need to mess it up? He asks sighing, making your heart hurt.

“Clarke, why do you think having a few more people knowing we’re together is going to mess us up!? How are we ever supposed to become a real couple if you think having some of our co-workers know we’re together is going to be the final straw to break the camel’s back?”You ask genuinely getting upset.

“I don’t think it’s going to mess us up, I just mean, God Y/N, why do you always have to put me in this position?” He asks taking a step back and running his hands over his face.

“In what position?” You ask completely caught of guard, finally realizing this is your guys’ first fight.

“One where you twist my words and make me out to be the bad guy!” He finally shouts making your eyes go wide.

“You know what? I’m done.” You say trying to walk past him before he stops you.

“Done? Done with what? With me? With us?” He asks getting frantic.

“No! Not with you, or us!“ You say back lightly hitting his chest. “I’m just done with this conversation.”

“Okay, Just, can we talk after shift? Please?” He asks taking a breath of relief, but still with the hint of worry lacing his voice.

You shut your eyes to think for a few seconds before you open them to see him still there worried as ever.

“No, we can’t.” Is all you say before you walk past him but stop again, “I’ll call you when I’m ready, I just need some time.” You finally say now leaving him alone in the hallway.

Your blood is boiling with hurt and anger, but you can’t blame him. You understand where he’s coming from, a small part of you enjoys sneaking around with him. To have something that is just the two of yours, but after 7 months, you’ve fallen in love. When you’re in love you want to scream if from the rooftops not keep it hidden. So this last month you’ve been trying to ease the idea of letting people know you’re together into his mind, but you haven’t explicitly said this is what you want yet. But of course the second you do it explodes in your face.

A few hours later your shift ends and you run home to change. You throw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and your leather jacket and leave without a second thought.

Once you arrive you decide against getting blackout drunk. It just wouldn’t be as much fun as it would if your boyfriend was here.

“Hey! Can I get everyone’s attention please!” Shay shouts as she stands on the bar counter to announce the raffle winner.

You check your ticket knowing it probably won’t get called but what the hell anyway.

“And the winner is…1…2….9!!!” She calls to which you immediately roll your eyes. You knew it was a scam. You listen to the winner jump up and down with joy for a few minutes while Shay talks about asking people to donate to an elementary school library.

You already put a generous amount in the donation bin earlier, but you watched someone familiar go and add a donation also.

You could recognize your boyfriend anywhere. So when you pay a little bit more attention to this man donating, of course it was him.

Getting up from your seat to see why he’s here you meet him at a table on the wall.

“Hey, you showed?”

“I did…I-I messed up Y/N.” He says grabbing your hand with his.

“I don’t want to fight right now. How about we talk about this in the morning-“ You start to say before he shushes you.

“No, let me fix this right now.” Is all he says before dragging you to the middle of the room. You nod in response as you notice the growing attention on the two of you causing you to blush.

Clarke quickly turns around to grab a glass out of a random person’s hand muttering a quick sorry as he taps it with a piece of silverware to draw attention to himself.

“Excuse me, sorry, if I could get everyone’s attention real quick,” He shouts out never breaking eye contact with you causing you to blush even harder as you actually feel every person’s eyes on you.

“A year ago today, I met my best friend. I met the woman who has been there for me through thick and thin, and the only person who has been my rock in these last 7 months...Y/N Y/L/N, you are the love of my life. You’re the first thing on my mind as soon as I wake up, and the last thought I have before I fall asleep. I love you more than words can describe Y/N. So that’s why i’m here right now, to tell the world. Or just our friends and colleagues, exactly how much you mean to me and how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Without realizing tears were free falling from your eyes. You didn’t know what to say. The only thing you did know was that this was the first time he had ever said ‘i love you’ to you. You mean, it really was love at first sight for you, but this was the first time it has ever been said out loud.

“Oh Clarke.” Is all you managed to say after a few seconds before sobbing into your hand. Chuckling a little bit as you wipe your eyes you smile looking up at him.

“I love you too,” Is all you were able to say before he cupped your face and pressed one of the most angelic kisses on your lips. Immediate fire lights through your body as you roam your hands through his hair. You never wanted to let him go. You kiss him eagerly, in way like this was the last time you’d ever have the opportunity to kiss him again.

Cheers rang throughout the bar before someone coughed to get your guys’ attention. Pulling away sheepishly you blush even harder once you make eye contact with Clarke.

All of your colleagues and friends make their way around to congratulate the both of you. Of course it was no engagement, but it was still a big step because they had no clue you guys have been together all this time.

“This was a shocker guys, really no one would’ve guessed,” Cruz says chuckling in the circle of people surrounding you guys.

“Hey no, I called this! Mouch, tell them!” Herrmann yelled, earning a nod from Mouch.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you guys all guessed it, but I wonder how much of a shocker this is for Capp. How many times did you rant at the squad table about how hot Y/N was, especially to Clarke?” Severide says laughing causing both you and Capp to blush from embarrassment. Different reasons obviously, but also the fact that Clarke’s grip tightened around your waist at Severide’s comment.

Feeling bad for Capp you nudge Clarke in a way no one else would’ve noticed, telling him to let Capp know he’s fine. Clarke takes a quick glance down to you then back up to Capp.

“Hey, he didn’t know. It’s all water under the bridge.” Clarke says nodding at Capp who stood tight lipped not daring to make a comment.

“I’m gonna make a quick run to the restroom.” You say excusing yourself from the group.

Once you reach the bathroom door you glance back to Clarke whose eyes haven’t left you this whole time. You give a quick nod towards the door before you enter. Not even 15 seconds later Clarke was barging in behind you chuckling softly. Standing up to hold his bicep you smile at him.

“Thank you for coming tonight…doing that in front of everyone, it really means a lot.” You whisper lightly grazing his jaw.

“I would do it again everyday if it means I get to see that smile again.” He whispers back while covering your hand with his.

Standing on your tippy toes to meet him directly face to face you place a light peck on his lips. After a few seconds Clarke reciprocates this by roaming his hands down your body before grazing over your ass and picking your leg up to dip you.

“I love you future Mrs. Clarke.”

“I love you too, Mr. Clarke”.

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Hangman Trying To Woo You

Hangman X FemReader

Warnings: Drinking, flirty Hangman

As requested by @hockeyboysarehot

(A/N:) Okay I’ve totally been obsessed with this idea since you messaged me I had to try to write it immediately and it kinda just flowed out. So this was absolutely a lot of fun to do! I’m obsessed with Top Gun right now so everyone prepare for a lot of writings and if anyone is wanting to be added to a taglist for a character or all of my Top Gun writings, I am also doing that. Just let me know and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The weekends were you favorite. Rest from your job, freedom from responsibilities, and the choice of whether to do nothing or everything. This weekend in particular you decided to go out and enjoy the nightlife. All your friends had other plans with their significant others so you were free to choose whatever you wanted and whatever you felt like. And today you felt like a few drinks, some pool, and old rock n roll playing on a beat up jukebox. That’s how you found yourself in The Hard Deck, it was one of your favorite spots. The atmosphere was welcoming and the Navy soldiers that haunted the place were always for a good conversation or laugh. There was one in particular that could play the piano like nobody’s business. So you never knew what would happen in the bar. This time however as you were racking up the pool balls for another round a different Navy-man found his way into your game. His brown hair and sharp eyes sucked the air from your lungs and when the smirk pulled his lips back revealing perfect teeth you could of sworn your knees knocked.

“Mind if I join ya,” he asked smoothly. Though you felt like no matter the answer you gave, he was going to join in anyway. This guy didn’t seem familiar with the word no, like you could deny a man like him anything anyway.

“Sure if you don’t mind losing,” you replied your grin speaking danger. It only made him more excited.

“Well aren’t you confident girlie,” he tossed you a cue stick and picked one up himself testing the heft of it.

“Not girlie,” you grimaced, “(Y/N).”

He leaned over the table lining up his first shot, “So sorry. Pretty name for a pretty face.”

“I hope you’re not thinking flattery will make me go easy on you. Also what happened to ladies first,” you gestured to the now scattered balls on the clothed table, “Is chivalry that dead?”

He was in front of you faster than you could blink, his height causing him to lean down to whisper in your ear, “Cause I don’t do anything halfway.” His low voice causing you to shiver. “And once I see a target I latch on before anyone else can act.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m just used to doing everything first.” He lined up for another shot sinking two more balls before straightening back up. “I’ll let you go first next game and I’ll buy all the drinks you want tonight.”

You snorted still waiting on your turn snatching glimpses of his derriere in those tight Navy pants. “What makes you think that you can keep my attention for that long?”

You blushed, swallowing the lump in your throat, and tightening your grip on the cue stick. “Pilot?”

“Pardon,” he stood back up grin back on his face seeing how shook up he gotten you.

“All the cocky ones are pilots.”

He winked, “I love smart women. Name’s Jake Seresin, call sign Hangman. So call me Hangman.”

“So Hangman, you gonna leave me out to dry or are you gonna take another shot?”

“Man I like you!”

Hours seemed like minutes as you spent time with the man you now knew as Hangman. His fellow pilots came up throughout the night to talk but most of his attention remained on you. True to his word he let you have first shot on the next game, the first one you did win as promised, and he bought drinks making sure your glass never ran empty. Now you both were sitting at the bar waiting for the next round going back and forth easily. Though confident and cocky, you genuinely were interested in him. Despite his exterior he was compassionate and apparently one heck of a pilot to boot. The stories he could tell kept you on the edge of your seat and as you both took a seat in a booth in the back you couldn’t help but really enjoy the attention he was giving you. The darker spot gave the atmosphere a more private air as you sat across from Hangman enthralled by his next story.

“I could swear that he had me and that was the end. Until in true form I shook him off my tail, got behind him, and BOOM,” Hangman slapped his hand down on the table causing you to jump a little in your seat, “got ‘em good!”

“Well I’m glad they didn’t kill you,” you couldn’t look at him as you were busy tracing the cuts in the table. “Cause I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you and smeared you in pool.”

“And here I thought you were getting sweet on me,” he chuckled taking your hand to stop your movements. “But if I remember correctly we’re both tied on games won.”

“Yeah only because you cheated,” you accused and he laughed. He rose from his seat leaning over the table to get right into your face. Eyes searching yours so intensely you had to look away. If your friends could see you now they would tease you relentlessly, letting some guy get you so riled up. You couldn’t help it as he was quite the charmer, when he wasn’t letting his ego get in the way. Hangman didn’t like you not looking at him, though he knew he was the cause. You intrigued him greatly and he couldn’t help himself. Though you didn’t know him and he didn’t know you, it felt like you both had known each other forever. Hangman didn’t make friends very well, he knew he was one of the best to ever grace the skies and that attitude grated on others, but you, you were taking it all in stride and giving it right back at him. You weren’t a pilot nor a soldier, just a regular person making her way through the world as he risked his life to keep the country you lived in safe. He’d like to think you were his reward at the moment. A prize that he didn’t want anyone else to have. He staked his claim taking your lips. You stiffened at the gentle caress taken by surprise that he dared to be so forward. Seconds ticked by before you relaxed, matching his pace. He kissed like he flew, hard and fast. You were losing the battle quickly, it made you quite giddy in fact.

Hangman released you grinning smugly, “I didn’t cheat at pool but I’ll cheat to steal a kiss.”

You licked your lips still tasting him, “I’ve had better.” You grinned right back.

“Oh do I need to try again?”

“I think you need to try a lot more,” you replied standing from the booth.

“Don’t challenge me,” Hangman warned. “You won’t like where it gets ya.”

“We’ll see about that flyboy.”

He grabbed your wrist tugging you out of the bar onto the sandy beach. Prying eyes and fellow pilots couldn’t accompany him on his new mission: Make you his and his alone.

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inevitablysomber-dark · 1 year

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Unwanted (Chapter 3)

Dark! Cheating! Bucky x Reader

Warning: Cheating

I wanted to break my own heart when I wrote this. I can’t say I was Wholly successful, but it stung a bit.

The polls have spoken, Unwanted will become a full-blown series, I have gotten a few messages about making this a lighter fic and giving the reader a happier ending. Unfortunately, I had already created the outline, and didn't feel like changing the direction the series was going, however in the future I will pay more mind to this feedback. In the meantime, I will provide a warning for when the good times end for the reader. Thank you for supporting my works.

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Note: Stop here at this chapter if you're ok with a more ominous happy ending, because shit hits the fan after this.

When you opened your door, you were surprised to see Steve on the other side, scratching the back of his head with a guilty look on his face and a sheepish smile.

Captain America had been a common visitor when you and your husband were still together, but he wasn't your friend so you were confused as to why he was at the entrance of your new abode.

“Steve! How did you know where I lived?” you didn’t care about the why, you only wanted to know how the hell did he know where to find you.

“Come on Y/N, I’m an avenger with access to government files and Tony Stark as my colleague.” he responds.

He looks you up and down “You look… healthy.”

You were about 4 ½ months pregnant, however with the food Mrs. Jennings had been preparing for you. Your face started filling out and coupled with the giant flannel you were wearing, you assumed you looked less pregnant and more chubby.

“Would you mind if I come in?” you’re taken aback by his question and couldn’t help but to ask why.

“I really need to talk to you, it’s about Bucky.” he states.

Just as you were about to step back to let him in, you hear someone calling out.

“Hey!”

Both you and Steve turn to the voice behind him

“Hey Frank” you say.

Steve looks at you but you ignore his stare.

“Is everything alright?” Frank asks.

“Everything is fine.” Steve responds.

You give Steve a look, bothered that he answered a question that wasn’t his to answer. What shocked you more was Frank ignoring Captain America’s response, waiting for your own as he forewent Steve's scrutiny with his gaze directed at you. You knew why he was worried, you quickly glanced over at Steve and was confident in his cluelessness.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” you throw him a smile.

“Let me know if you need anything”.

Steve huffed and turned to walk into your apartment, and you rolled your eyes at his demeanor.

“What an asshole.” he says “ why the hell is he so worried about you anyways, does he think Captain America would sit up here and hurt you in broad daylight?”

You shrug your shoulders, uncomfortable talking about Frank behind his back.” Do you want something to drink?” you ask, hoping to change the subject.

He looks at you for a long time before responding “No Thank you” he squints his eyes at you.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I was eating dinner. “ You take a seat at your small dinner table to resume your meal of Macaroni and cheese with fried chicken.

Steve takes a seat across from you “You don’t seem to mind him.”

Again, you shrug your shoulders, and resume your mac. Steve didn’t need to know how helpful Frank had been to you in the past few weeks, he didn’t need to know that for the first time in a while, you had a genuine friendship that you didn’t want ruined.

“ Okayy.” he seats back taking a moment to process the situation “I wanted to apologize”

You raise your eyebrows questioningly.

“For Bucky’s infidelity,” he clarifies.

“Oh.” Honestly, you didn’t care anymore.

You were surprised at how quickly you got over the situation. You guess they were right when they said out of sight out of mind. You took another bite of your mac.

“I may have had something to do about it.” you give him a dead stare.

“You told Bucky to cheat on me with my sister?” you asked.

“Well, no but…” he takes a breath. “I was sort of sneaking around behind my wife’s back with a coworker, and had Bucky cover for me, multiple times, and I can’t help but feel like I had something to do with him partaking in that lifestyle.”

Wow

You sat in shock and awe at the entire situation. All of these men were trash, even the golden prince himself, you started getting agitated. You’d met Steve’s wife, she was a very intelligent and sweet woman. You knew for a fact that she didn’t deserve what was happening to her.

“Does she know?” you ask.

“No, but I think she’s suspecting something.”

Your agitation grows worse and you drop your fork in frustration.

“And why are you telling me this Steve?” you glare at him.

“Bucky received the divorce papers yesterday, and he is completely beside himself.”

“And this is my problem, how?” his jaw ticks at your attitude.

“He’s your husband and he regrets his mistake. I think you can find it in yourself to forgive him.”

“I don’t know who’s husband he is, but it’s definitely not mine, my papers are signed and filed, and if he refuses to sign his own, I’ll go the Unilateral route. Let the public know why I really left him.”

“Be reasonable, he really is regretting the situation.”

“He should have thought about that, before sticking his dick inside of my sister and getting her pregnant.” you didn’t realize how loud you were until the silence took over afterwards.

You sigh, grabbing your fork and resuming your meal.

“When did you become such a bitch?”

That was the last straw, the rage that boiled inside of your heart was too great to contain. Fuck him being a super soldier, this was not okay.

“I hope your wife leaves your sorry ass, and finds someone amazing who’ll fuck the sadness of her, and every night while she’s getting railed by another man, you’re forced to think about it in your repurposed bachelorhood.”

Steve did not like that one bit.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He stands, making himself look much bigger than usual. Your own body fatigued as you were forced to stay seated.

Yet despite the fear that had consumed you whole, you still felt that you needed to have the last word.

“You heard me.”

He chuckles, “I’ll see myself out.” he turns and heads to the front door.

“Oh, and I’ll try to keep my mouth shut about the baby, but I can’t make any promises,”

The door slams shut, jolting the entire room

What the Fuck?

Later that night, Frank comes over, with a strawberry smoothie in hand and some leftovers from Mrs. Jennings. You knew he didn’t want to push you about Steve, and you were pretty sure he overheard at least some of your conversation, at least with all of the yelling you did.

During a netflix binge you admitted everything that had happened between you, Buck and Lily. He takes a moment to digest the information and admits that he isn’t surprised that Lily was a part of an affair.

It turns out that Lily had quite the habit of sleeping around, so much so that her last escapade had gotten her and Frank kicked out of their last apartment. Which was probably why she came running to you and Bucky.

If Steve was right, and Bucky was feeling remorseful, you wondered how Lily was taking it. But then you remember that it was not your problem anymore. These people hurt you beyond repair, you had no intention of intermingling with anyone involved ever again, and if you ever saw Bucky again, it would be too soon.

It was too soon.

You were nearing 6 months and you and Frank had plans to binge a random netflix series, he had promised Chinese with a homemade jar of kimchi, straight from Mrs. Jennings.

You should have known something was off when you heard a knock on your door.

Frank didn’t need to knock, as your stomach grew, Frank became more worried about you being by yourself too often, so he requested to get a copy of your key for emergencies. He didn’t really use it for emergencies but you didn’t mind.

Imagine your surprise when you find your ex-husband staring back at you, looking like he had been put through the ringer.

Good.

What wasn’t good, was that you had on a regular tank top, to help you survive the end-of-summer heat, and your belly was out and showing. The first thing he does as soon as he sees it is move forward and try to touch it. You back up, slapping his hands away.

“Don’t touch me.” you say.

Bucky frowns and stares down at you, he attempts a smile.

“I missed you.” he croaks, his voice husky as he speaks.

“Well, that's too bad, now can you leave?” you say, trying to guide him back out of your apartment.

“Is this how you treat your husband?”

“My ex-husband, yes.”

“I didn’t sign the papers,” he says.

“It's good that I have other options.” you respond

“I have other options too,” he says.

You give him a questioning look.

“I could always just take the baby,” he smirks as if he’s won some competition, and you’re shocked at his insinuation “I’m an avenger sweetheart, the resources I have at my fingertips are endless. Can you say the same?”

“You can’t take what’s not yours.” he’s stunned at your implication.

You don’t know what made you say it but Bucky was not a fight that one could take lightly.

“Is it Franks?” he says.

You were stunned that he knew about Frank, Steve must have spoken to him, yet instead of answering you just shrug your shoulders and gesture for him to leave.

He grabs your chin with his metal arm, squeezing until the pain makes you squeal. He chuckles, peaks down at your lips and lays a kiss on them.

“I’ll be back”

Later that night when Frank comes over, he notices the bruising on your chin. You break down and tell him everything.

You were so overwhelmed that you became almost inconsolable, but Frank being the gem that he was, stayed with you throughout the entire night, giving you words of comfort and feeding you kimchi.

Why did he have to show up?

Your due date was getting closer, and you were bigger than ever.

Since the incident with Bucky you had been on edge for several weeks, but as the days went on you slowly began to calm.

You figured maybe Lily was keeping him busy, with her own pregnancy and you were hoping their child would keep Bucky busy enough to leave you alone.

Luckily you hadn’t heard a peep from anyone, not even Steve.

You began to forget why you were anxious, but every now and then the memory of Bucky at your doorstep would resurface and scare you all over again.

Frank insisted that Bucky was an avenger, and a rehabilitated enemy of the state, he had too much to lose. You knew he was just trying to make you feel better, but it didn’t always work.

And Frank stayed by your place so often now, that it began to feel weird when he wasn’t there. There were no romantic feelings, everything more platonic, due to your shared experience of being hurt by the same person. So he’d grown to be a bit of a comfort for you.

That night, Mrs. Jennings wanted to watch a scary movie, and since she didn’t want to watch it by herself she had enlisted you, Frank, and your unborn child for emotional support. She loved to rub your belly, acting as if it brought her good luck throughout her daily life.

You and Mrs. Jennings was on the couch waiting for Frank to bring the popcorn and nachos, when you had an epiphany.

You were happy.

And not “Fake happy to appease your husband” but genuinely happy. It was small and unconventional but you had a family of people who cared for you, and you cared for them too. Regardless of the tinge of fear you felt at the back of your neck. You were finally happy.

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drasticemotions · 1 month

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yall im saying fuck it n face revealing cause I still haven’t recovered from my photo op with jared and I just have to share it on a place where I know it’ll be appropriately respected and so I can finally yap about my full experience with j2

so hey dats me

I died dead

I refuse to believe that that is actually me in the photo cause what do you mean?? I was in jarpads arms??

He was so nice I was low-key losing my shit after meeting Jensen, we took the photo with him first (just a normal side hug with me and my sister on each side) and exiting that going straight in line for Jared. I was shaking there was a pause in the line for a bit and then Jensen just appeared next to me??? Walking past and I was just confused Pikachu looking back and forth across the room to my sister and back to Jensen, I didn’t have my phone on me and didn’t know what to do cause he just appeared (all he did was walk past but that’s enough for me).

Anyway I was very much shaking and was so nervous, I felt like I looked like a wreck and didn’t know how the photo was gonna go since ahbl12 was my first con, but guys I shit you not it became my turn and I stared right into this gorgeous man’s eyes said hi…I think I blacked out cause he had his arms slightly opened and I just walked into them, I genuinely don’t remember what happened I think my eyes started watering cause it was such a genuine hug and just looked at the camera and smiled.

I don’t think I could’ve ever asked for a better photo I’m so genuinely happy in that moment and life has been a lot as of late and it felt like that all disappeared, I don’t usually smile with my teeth showing anymore but it just appeared naturally, Jared is such a genuinely great guy and I’m so glad I leaped at the chance of getting the ticket and going.

He was so incredibly nice at the autographs too, Jensen as well but I could tell both of them were absolutely beat they looked so tired, Jensen is intimidating and I was rendered speechless when I got him to sign my Dean funko pop, I was also the only one in line everyone else at that point was waiting in Jared’s line so I felt extremely isolated and awkward 🫣 like what do I do what do I say. Jared I gained some of that courage back and went for it, I was able to thank him for just generally being amazing and how much meeting him meant for me, which I haven’t really told anyone it feels like one of those moments I just had to keep to myself. He put his hand on his heart and I didn’t wanna get in trouble for continuing on so I wished him a good night and left. I don’t know how I got through the day without crying (I am a very emotional person especially when it comes to my fandoms), I cried in the hotel room after lmao

It was really just the best day ever and I’d do it a million times over. I rightfully have that photo on fucking everything, I won’t shut up about this until the next con and even then I still won’t shut up about it. Just meeting the cast and doing something like this, I’ve wanted to do something not even relating to supernatural but just conventions themselves seem like some of the coolest things to be able to attend (America obviously having the better half of that spectrum over Australia but I’ll take what I can get).

I will hopefully be back next year to see Misha and Jensen, if my bank account doesn’t run away from me

#this is terrifying I never thought I’d ever show my face on here #I haven’t really had the chance to actually talk about my day and experience with j2 with anyone #supernatural #spn #jared padalecki #ahbl12 #jensen ackles #photo ops #jarpad #jackles #2024 #supernatural convention #spn con #dean winchester #sam winchester #crying cause of the matching flannels ANYWAY

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moira-mains-go-to-hell · 1 year

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Hey, so happy to see request open I really enjoy your work.

could I request prompt number 5 on the sfw fluff list and number 13 from either sfw and nsfw list. With Widowmaker and Mercy separate please.

Thank you so much and have a good night.

Thank you for your request hun!

5. “Do you think me a fool?”

13. “Do you mind if I stick around?” “I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

I hope you like them! I tried my best!!

Mercy

You had gotten back from a failed recon mission. Most of the team were fine, nothing but a few cuts and bruises, but you had gotten yourself banged up after having to fight an omnic head on.

“I swear to you, every time you go out there there is so much more for me to do,” Angela waved her finger at you, but the mirth in her voice as she grabbed what she needed let you know you weren’t in any trouble.

“And who would I be if I didn’t support my local medical practitioner?” You tilted your head at her, a smile coming to your lips. She looked back at you with a similar one, letting out a laugh at the sentiment.

“Support is coming to conferences with me, not letting me practice my stitch work and bandaging, you come around far too often. I may have to intervene and ask the higher ups to send you on easier missions.”

You placed your hand on your chest and let out an exasperated gasp, “Do you think me a fool doctor? It’s not my fault I’m so shootable, plus, even Jack is reeling from this one! It’s not just me!”

“Yes, I know,” she cups your cheek, giving it a small pat and pulling you closer by your chin, “but I’ve gotten extremely close to losing you, and I don’t want you to leave me in my own office.”

Her tone change caught you off guard. She was genuinely worried. You took her hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs over her knuckles.

“I won’t,” you meant it, you could never leave her, “if it makes you feel better, I’ll dial it back out there.”

She wordlessly nodded, coming forward to embrace you. Her touch was gentle, wary of your wounds but still managing to mold perfectly into you.

“Do you mind if I stick around for a bit? I just want to stay like this for a while longer.”

“I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

Widow

Repo day was one of the hardest days for your crew, all of Talon’s field agents brought in their weapons to be recalibrated, repaired, and sometimes even rebuilt. With you being the head of your department, you had a list of the weapons you’d be taking care of personally, while the grunts did all of the… well, grunt work.

“Hey boss!” One of your subordinates jogged up to you as you were headed back from a coffee run, “you’ve got a guest in your office.”

You thanked the man and headed off, opening the door to the one woman you try to get down here every chance you get.

“Amelie? Since when do you show your face during repo day? I thought your rifle would ‘never need fixing as long as it was in your hands’,” you smiled, sitting behind your desk and stirring the mug you had in hand. In all your time together she has only let you touch her rifle once. She liked the maintenance process of it, and you weren’t one to displease her.

“The handlers who unloaded my gun and visor dropped them when unpacking the drop ship. I took a look at them but even I can’t fix it.”

“My wife? Admitting defeat! My, how you’ve changed,” your smile grew into a devious grin as you set down your mug and moved around the desk to get a good look at her equipment.

“Do you think me a fool? I am not admitting anything, seeking other options is just optimizing my success rate,” you could feel the eye roll she gave from behind you as you opened the cases.

“The outside seems ok,”you turned to the assassin, aiming the gun at her forehead, “the scope is completely shot to shit. Did they beat it with a hammer after dropping it?”

Amelie pushed the muzzle away from her face with a scowl, “you should be the first to know not to point weapons at people.”

“The clip is in the case and if I wanted you dead you’d be on the floor,” you blew her a kiss and patted her cheek, “I’ll take a look and have it out before lunch, how does that sound?”

“I would love to be able to just go and have a day to myself, but I would feel better if I watched and learned how to do this myself,” her hand came over your shoulder as you fiddled with her visor watching it try and fail to close,”do you mind if I stayed?”

You shrugged and set the helmet down on your desk,“I would say I need ‘total concentration’ and ‘solitude’,” you turned around in her arms a hand snaking around her waist, “but I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t be going anyway Mon Ceur, I will not take no for an answer.”

#overwatch #Overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #mercy x reader #mercy ow #angela ziegler x reader #angela zeigler #widowmaker #widowmaker x reader #ow widowmaker #amelie lacroix #Amelie lacroix x reader

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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Can you do one where reader just spoils asmo. Like taking them on dates buying clothes for them. Basically fluff I think it would be really cute if asmo got really sentimental because he's being treated as a person instead of the avatar of lust

Fluff!!! Getting your nails done and some shopping with Asmo!-

Ofc, ofc! There’s more then one way to spoil a demon~! and I’m mixing theses two asks a bit because yea- lots of shopping with Asmo & some teasing! Ignore any typos I’m dyslexic as fuck- sorry

First things, first going to get your nails done at one of Asmo’s favorite little nail salons!

They always treated you and Asmo like royalty (which you basically are in hell lol), getting matching sets of baby pink french tips for Asmo’s birthday!

The demon himself insisted on picking the style and color, something simple and cute!

Laughing and making small talk the whole time with the salon tech as she works and she even joins in on a few of Asmo’s party stories, telling you a few embarrassing tidbits about the demon as he blushes and tries to shush her “Don’t tell MC that!” “But you looked so cute with your head in a punch bowl! You blew up on devilgram if I remember right.” She stops to think for a moment, “Oh! That’s right! Top meme of 1820!! I still see a few of the old ones my nieces and nephews send me.” Asmo groans and would hide his face in his hands if she wasn’t in the middle of painting his nails. You raise one eyebrow and look over at him, “Top meme?” “Don’t!! I’ll show you pictures from that night where I actually look good but forget about that one!” “Alright, alright.” You’ll just have to ask Satan or Mammon about it later-

You and the nail tech giggle at Asmo’s protest and start talking about other stuff, a few of the models currently trending on devilgram, Asmo’s upcoming party and so on. Stuff the demon was more than happy to chat about, mixed with some gossip.

When your nails are done and you move to pay she stops you. “I can’t change you on his birthday. Besides, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him laugh so….” She trails off for a moment looking for the right word “Well, genuinely. You always bring out a special side of Asmodeus. I wish others could see more often.” it’s your turn to protest and you tell her you didn’t do anything special and he’d have a cow if he thought you’d gotten a discount/cheated her out of money and she laughs, “Don’t worry I’ll still give you the recipe. I just won’t take your money.” you try to convince her one more time, but as you start too, you feel arms wrap around your middle and a quick kiss on the cheek “Almost ready sweetie~?” Asmo had caught up and was ready to go-

The tech smiled again, and gave you one last wink. Handing you a fake receipt and telling you to have a good day and continue treating Asmo~!

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Next up taking him clothes shopping! Not that either of you needed new clothes but it’s his birthday and you want to spoil him! “Oh!!” Asmo squealed walking down the racks and racks of clothes and picking out outfit, after outfit. Some for him to try on and some for you~!

After picking out ten or twivlve outfit Asmo dragged you back to the fitting rooms and pushed you into the biggest one, following right behind “Oooh~ cozy.” Asmo giggles turning away and starting to strip and try on his first outfit, “Come on sweetie! No need to be shy it’s just you and me~” he teases seeing you haven’t moved from your corner yet. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about, Asmo.” Your own voice is light and teasing but, he looks at you dead serious for a moment, “I’m not going to try anything. I’m honestly having fun just hanging out with you~” and he turns back to his mirror and start, putting on his first outfit. You just stare at his back for a minute, before shaking your head as if to clear it and starting to try on your own outfit.

You try on all the outfits, a few are only Asmo’s style, sure you look cute but he’s the one who looks gorgeous. and a few are more your style! For every outfit he picked Asmo found a complimentary / matching one for you or him. Snapping a few selfies in the outfits he loved and giving a “Meh” face at the ones he didn’t. It was fun, Asmo had little compliments for all your outfits and everytime you tried to compliment him he’d giggle and give you a little kiss on the kiss or nose. Just small little drops of affection before trying on the next outfit. Eventually you had 3 outfits each and made you way out of the try on room and towards the counter to pay passing several more displays, you stop for a moment and grab two hats. They’re fairly plan looking baseball caps, but both have “Bad bitch” embroidered in pink across the front and the idea of getting Asmo to wear one makes you laugh.

Reaching the checkout counter a few steps behind him, you can’t exactly hide the hats from Asmo, and he raises one eyebrow in question, “Needed a hat?” you shake your head “No, but I wanted something to wear right away and I wanted to match with you.”

Asmo blushes but laughs, asking the cashier to leave the hats out of your bags and even puts yours on for you, then quickly putting on his own. “There! Now everyone will know we match.” and breaking into a fit of giggles.

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After paying for your new outfits and putying on your new hats it’s off to your next stop! But this time Asmo’s leading, half dragging you through the Devildom side streets until you get to some small shop that looks much smaller compared to the others. The little shop sign is crooked and a little faded.

You can’t imagine this being somewhere Asmo would shop. It’s so different then, the big stores like Majolish. “Ahh, Asmo? Is this the right place?” You ask as he reaches for the doorknob “Yes! We’re here just for you~” and he leads you inside.

It’s a quiet little shop with only one salesperson at a little corner absolutely full of cosmetics and empty makeup pallets. “Amaymon! We’re here for MC’s appointment!” Asmo chirps happily, still holding your hand and helping you into a seat at the counter, Amaymon gives you a small smile, looking over your face carefully. Almost as if he’s inspecting you, “Hello, MC. Asmodeus, told me you’ve been interested in makeup.” You nod, it’s true. You had asked Asmo if he could give you some pointers. But you didn’t expect to go to a different demon- “Good. Now don’t worry, I’m not going to give you classes or anything. No, I’ll leave all that to Asmodeus. I’m simply going to match your skin tone and create a makeup pallet with you and a few things Asmodeus told me about you.” “Oh. Is that all?” You ask, still a little confused. but Asmo’s still beaming next to you, so you feel safe. “That is all.” Amaymon says, before going completely quiet.

He grabs a few things here and there moving much faster then, you expected. He grabs small bottles of what look like concealer and foundation, although you don’t ask. Mixing them, occasionally looking over at you before going back to his work.

Asmo watches for awhile before looking around the little shop, he grabs a few new lipsticks off of a different counter and even calls you over to help him pick out some eyeshadow, “We can try all of that’s together when we get home! Now what we really need is a few dark reds or maybe a blueberry-ish shade…” Asmo looks at your face and grabs a few more things, explaining how the colors might look a little bright but he can tone them down or how they’ll bring out your eyes. He just seems so happy, getting to spend time with you and it makes you smile!-

A small cough interrupts your thoughts as, Amaymon has apparently finished. A rather large box is now sitting on the counter with your name written on a little note at the top “Oh, perfect!” Asmo claps his hands and tells Amaymon to add the other stuff you picked out to the total and add it to Asmo’s tap. Amaymon nods as he bags up the other items. “I hope you enjoy your new makeup MC. Don’t let Asmodeus go too overboard on your makeover.” Asmo laughs as he grabs your hand in his and the bags in the other “Amaymon! You know me~ I just can’t help myself.” you laugh and squeeze Asmo’s hand as you both leave the shop and head home.

That night Asmo does your makeup and after much whining and pouting convinces you to do his. It’s not the best, but you’re still learning!! His lipstick is a little smudged and the eyeliner is crooked, but Asmo loves it he takes so many pictures of both you and himself even posting them on devilgram with “Best birthday ever <3” in the caption.

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