#just because everyone else is able to go in whatever entrance they want

[redtaylorsversiongirlie]

𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔.

❥ pairings: fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

❥ summary: "i don't want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off"

❥ warnings: underage drinking.... nothing much really

❥ word count: 1,4k

❥ a/n: based off the horniest song blondie could ever write, dress.

requested by @stevies-sweetie , hope u enjoy it. tysm for the request!!!

you looked into the mirror at yourself as angelina was finishing your hair and did a couple of changes in your make up. when she was done, you stood up to check the dress that you had bought in hogsmeade, and definitely not because george told you fred was going to wear a suit of the very similar colour.

"you look hot," your friend katie commented. "fred's going to drool when he sees you."

you rolled your eyes but the thought made blood rush into your cheeks.

"well," you sighed, "in case you have forgotten, me and fred aren't going together. i'm going with peter kerridge."

angelina scoffed. "can't believe you said yes to him. he's a complete jerk."

"well, nobody else has asked me. especially not fred," you said deffensively.

"i don't understand why, though," katie frowned. "even a blind person would be able to tell he likes you."

"apparently not," you retorted, enough with the topic of fred. it suddenly hit you how crazy it was to buy wine coloured dress just to match fred. he will probably be busy with his date to even spare you a glance and notice it.

with a sigh and a last look in the mirror, you made your way out of the dorm into the common room.

fred was already there, talking to his brother. just as george told you, the boy you fancied was truly wearing wine-coloured suit and you had to stop yourself from staring because, god, he looked so beautiful.

fred turned around just in time to see you walking down the stairs. his mouth slightly opened as his eyes scanned you up and down.

"you look so divine," he breathed out, reaching for your hand.

you blinked. "me?"

he chuckled. "yes. who else?"

just then, fred looked behind you, drawing his hand back. you turned around to see fred's date. she was very pretty though you hated to admit that. however, her dark blue dress didn't match fred's suit.

jealousy pulsed through your veins at the sight of them intertwining her arms and you looked away, deciding that it was time to meet peter in front of the entrance to the common room.

he looked handsome, peter, i mean. he wasn't bad looking at all, no. a lot of girls wished to be in your shoes at that very moment but your heart didn't pick up its pace when you locked your arms together or when he said you looked beautiful or when he held your waist as you two danced. you could only pretend that he was fred.

speaking of him, fred seemed to have far more fun than you. laughing with his date, george and angelina as you were sulking in chair while peter was getting you drinks.

angelina was right, peter was a complete jerk, talking about himself the whole night while you were only pretending to listen to whatever he was talking about and glancing over at fred across the whole great hall.

when peter approached you with the drinks, you chugged the whole glass in one go. your date stared at you wide-eyed before chuckling and asking if you want to dance again.

you shook your head but he kept bugging you, saying how boring you are and how he thought it was going to be more fun and how he then, standing there in front of you while the alcohol started doing its' job on you, wished he asked the girl that went with fred instead.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes so much that it hurt.

"of course! everybody wants to go with (name)!"

you crossed your arms on your chest and let out a sigh of relief when peter finally left you alone.

harry and ron joined you shortly after. they, just like you, weren't enjoying the night like everyone else. harry was in very similar situation like you, after all. he wanted to go with cho chang who went with cedric diggory and so, the boy spent the entire night glaring in his direction.

few minutes and about thousands of alcohol-filled glasses later, you started to feel your head spin. you were almost certain that if you tried to stood up and walk somewhere, you would most likely fall.

you were so lost in thoughts, staring at your lap and feet that you didn't notice fred approaching you. it was only when he tapped your shoulder that you glanced up at him.

fred didn't take that personally though as he sat down next to you, grinning from ear to ear. "hi."

you raised an eyebrow and blinked drunkely. "yes?" you asked, sounding more rudely than you intended to.

"hi?"

"how are you?"

you scoffed as if it wasn't obvious from your mood. "perfectly fine."

"mhm, yeah, i can see that." he then stood up and handed you his hand. "would you like to dance with me?"

you shrugged, hoping to hide the blush on your cheeks as you stood up and he took your hand into his.

as he dragged you to the dance floor though, you tripped over your feet and you would fall to the ground if fred didn't catch you in time.

he chuckled and said, "alright, dancing might not be the best for you right now," he paused as you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes dropping. "oh, no, love, don't you fall asleep on me. let's get you to your dorm, yeah?"

you hummed and fred lead you out of the great hall up the staircase which was quite difficult for you to walk up. fred would lie if he said if he didn't find you hilarious and absolutely adorable at that moment. but he always did.

"don't you think we'd be in your dorm faster if i gave you a piggyback ride?" he asked.

you nodded and fred bent in his knees so you could get on his back. you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head against his, breathing in his hair shampoo that you loved so much.

you almost fell asleep by the time you arrived in your dorm but once you did, fred sat you down on his bed and carefully took off your heels.

"did you have fun tonight?" fred questioned, tried to keep you awake.

you pouted. "no," you hiccupped. "peter's a dick."

he smiled. "but you knew that when he asked you. why did you go with him?"

"cause you didn't ask me," you said, making fred freeze, glancing up at you.

"we-well," he stuttered, "i didn't know if you'd say yes. you're my best friend. . ."

"you're mine, too," you shrugged and bit your lip. "but maybe i don't want you like a best friend."

fred shook his head. "you have no idea what you're saying, y/n." your heels were off and so he stood up and you did too. you reached to your back for the zipper of your dress and even though you could reach it perfectly, you had an idea.

he was so close to you with his hands now on your almost bare shoulders and you could feel his hot breath on your neck and back. you shuddered but he didn't pull away. you turned around to face him and bumped your nose with his before connecting your lips together.

"could you help me?" you whispered and the good friend freddie was, he nodded and pulled the zipper down.

you really wanted to go further, but fred pushed you away, causing your eyes to widen as you thought, oh no what did i do?

"oh, love, no," he tucked a string of your hair behind your ear before taking your face into his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "i'd love to continue this, but you're so drunk and i'm quite sober. i don't want to take advantage of you."

"you wouldn't," you mumbled and let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders. fred's cheeks turned redder than his hair at the sight of your bare chest. he turned around to give you privacy and you grinned. "don't worry. i only bought this dress so you could take it off, anyway."

that night was the beginning of something magical.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter fluff #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley smut

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Chapter 4

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous Part: Chapter Three

Next Part: Chapter Five

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I was in a “blushy” mood when I wrote this

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The parrot had returned to his perch and was watching you curiously as you pulled out your notebook. You decided that you might as well go over and study him first, since he seemed eager enough to talk earlier.

“Hey, I never got your name,” you said, waving at the colorful-winged boy. 

He gave you a big smirk, “Ace is the name, don’t forget it.”

You couldn’t help but think he was even a little more cocky than the peacocks. The way he smirked at you made you feel like he was grating on your nerves a little.

“Well, my name is (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly.

“I’m not going to remember that,” Ace said matter-of-factly, “Too many keepers, you know?”

You tried to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but it must have shown a little, because Ace’s grin was widening. For whatever reason, he was toying with you.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking some notes,” you said, holding your notebook up for him to see.

“I do mind,” Ace shot back without hesitation.

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, biting back a sigh, “Did you want to talk?”

For the first time, the mask slipped. The smug grin disappeared, revealing something more vulnerable, “Everyone that comes through just makes me repeat things like I’m some sort of circus freak.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, heart clenching at his confession. You could picture little kids trying to get him to repeat after them like a… well, a parrot, “I won’t do that to you. We can just have normal conversations.”

Ace’s eyes averted from your figure and a slightly blush rose on his cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, I’d like that.” He raised his arm to shield his blush from you, “Ah- I, um, we can talk next time.”

“Are you sure? I’d love to talk with you.”

“Yeah…” the redness spread to Ace’s ears. You hadn’t meant to make him blush, but you couldn’t help but think it was cute. You were disappointed when he spread his wings and flew off to the birdhouse, disappearing inside.

You pulled out your notebook and began to write:

DAY 1

PARROT

The parrot halfling’s name is Ace. His wings and hair are more orange than red like in normal parrots. Other than the wings on his back and the way his feet curl into talons, he looks human. 

He’s able to hold conversations easily and probably knows more languages than the average human. He seems to like retreating to his birdhouse to eat and have privacy.

Next, you decided, you’d go to the raven, since his cage was right next to Ace’s.

The cage appeared empty and you quickly realized he must be inside his birdhouse. Because of the color of his hair and wings, it was impossible to pick him out among the shadows in the entrance. 

“Deuce!” You called out, “How are you doing?”

Immediately, there was movement inside the birdhouse and Deuce’s head poked out, staring out at you, eyes glittering with excitement despite his calm expression. Dark blue wings spread and, before you knew it, his talons were digging into the perch at the edge of his cage.

“Remember?” Deuce asked.

“Huh?” Your mind went blank, unsure of what he was trying to ask you.

“Remember?” Deuce asked again, this time pointing at his chest.

“Oh! Yes, I remember you.”

A soft smile spread across Deuce’s lips and you returned it with an even brighter grin. 

“You? You name?” Deuce pointed at you and you startled. You had forgotten to tell him your name!

“I’m (Y/n)! It’s nice to officially meet you, Deuce,” you held out a hand for him to shake, but he merely stared at it in confusion.

“Deuce, you idiot, you're supposed to shake her hand,” someone’s voice snorted. To your surprise Ace had emerged from his birdhouse to poke fun at the bird in the cage next to his own.

Deuce reached out and grabbed your hand and shook it. His hands were so smooth you were amazed he wasn’t using moisturizer. You released his hand but he kept holding on to yours.

“Um, Deuce, you have to let go,” you laughed awkwardly. 

Deuce’s face hardened and he tightened his hand around your own. You tried to pull away but he still didn’t let go.

“Let go Deuce!” You said sharply. 

Deuce looked startled and dropped your hand. His face fell and he hunched his shoulders, looking ashamed.

“It’s okay,” you tried to reassure him, but it was too late, he was already flying back to his birdhouse.

Ace made a disgusted noise and disappeared into his own birdhouse once more.

Sighing shakily, you pulled out your notebook again.

DAY 1

RAVEN

The raven halfling’s name is Deuce. He doesn’t seem to know much English. Earlier, he had trouble opening the salad container. 

He seemed to like holding my hand, as he didn’t want to let go.

“Let’s go talk to the flamingos,” you said to yourself, walking over to their cage.

The flamingos were on the opposite side of the cage, but you were hesitant to step inside. The enclosure was designed to look like the wetlands, and you were afraid your shoes may get absolutely ruined. 

Oh well, you figured, I can just get new shoes if that happens.

Cater and Riddle looked up as you entered the cage, the gate closing noisily behind you. They watched you curiously as you cheerfully made your way towards them. Suddenly, the ground gave way and your left leg sank up to the knee in water. You lost your balance and started to fall towards the large pond taking up half their exhibit. You let out a strangled cry as the water grew closer.

Then, everything stopped. You were suddenly aware of hands holding your waist and forearm, keeping you from plunging straight into the water. 

“Nice catch, Riddle!” Cater gasped, his hands joining the smaller man’s to help pull you onto dry land. 

Shakily, you said, “Thank you guys so much!”

Riddle turned his head away, but nodded bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Cater grinned at him knowingly.

“I just wanted to say ‘hi’ to you two and introduce myself,” you explained, “I’m (Y/n), and I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Not every day?” Cater pouted. Maybe it was your imagination, but Riddle looked a little disappointed too.

“No, sorry,” you apologized. 

“Tired,” Riddle said sharply.

“It is getting late,” Cater nodded.

Curiously, you asked, “How do you know English so well, Cater?”

Cater beamed, “I was a pet.”

A pet? Keeping a wild halfling as a pet somehow felt worse than keeping them in a zoo, but you couldn’t explain why. At least Cater didn’t seem to be bothered by his past.

You looked up at the sky and cursed- it really was getting dark. If you wanted to see the peacocks before darkness fell, you’d have to hurry.

“I’m sorry, I should go say ‘hi’ to the peacocks,” you told the pair.

Riddle nodded and began to walk away. Cater pouted but nodded as well. You quickly jotted down a few notes in your notebook.

DAY 1

FLAMINGOS

The two flamingos are named Riddle and Cater. They’re different from the other birds in that they have webbed feet instead of talons.

Cater is a former pet, so he knows English pretty well.

You felt like your notes were getting shorter and shorter, but you were feeling tired today. In the end, the notes were for your eyes only unless you made a discovery. So far the only thing out of the ordinary was Deuce’s hand holding, but even that wasn’t anything surprisingly. Halflings wouldn’t know what makes humans uncomfortable, after all.

You found yourself slipping into the peacock enclosure without even thinking about it. All three of them looked at you, so you smiled and waved at them. Rook waved back enthusiastically, but Epel continued to stare and Vil looked away haughtily.

Once you were close to them, you found yourself admiring Vil. Despite his attitude, he really was gorgeous, “You’re so beautiful, Vil.”

Vil’s eyes went wide and he looked at you in surprise for a moment before a gentle smile spread across his lips, “Thank you.”

Epel and Rook looked just as stunned as you felt. Maybe he wasn’t as prickly as you had originally thought. 

“You’re Epel, right?” You asked the adorable lilac-haired peacock.

Epel nodded and, before you could say anything else, he sternly said, “Not cute!”

“What?” You couldn’t figure out what he meant. Was he saying Vil wasn’t cute? You weren’t cute? 

“Mademoiselle,” Rook smiled and brushed his fingers along your arm, “He not like cute.”

“He doesn’t like being called cute?” You asked.

Rook and Epel both nodded.

“Alright, then I won’t call you cute,” you reassured him, “Is handsome okay?”

Epel nodded, tucking his chin against his chest in embarrassment.

You giggled and introduced yourself, “Well, I’m (Y/n)! I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle,” Rook said.

Epel stumbled over his words, “Nice to… meet you.”

Vil didn’t say anything but he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. You pulled out your notebook.

DAY 1

PEACOCKS

Peacock halflings have a fan of feathers protruding from their backs, setting them apart from all other bird halflings. The peacocks at the zoo are named Vil, Rook, and Epel. 

Rook is friendly, but the other two, especially Vil, aren’t as interested in me.

Note: Don’t call Epel “cute”.

The peacocks looked tired, Epel having already sat down and pulled his wings around him. It was best if you went to the bird you had saved for last- the owl.

You waved goodbye, only receiving a responding wave from Rook. A few moments later, you were closing the gate behind you and heading over to the owl’s cage.

The green-haired owl was awake and chowing down on his salad. He looked at you curiously, a gentle smile gracing his lips as you approached him.

“I’m (Y/n), I never had the chance to ask you your name.”

“I’m Trey,” the owl responded, his voice smooth. You were surprised to realize that he wore glasses, and wondered how on earth they did eye tests on halflings.

“How did they know you needed glasses?” You asked. After all, it’s not like they could have him read something out, since halflings couldn’t read.

Trey smiled, “I hit things. With my wings. I fly. Fly into things.” 

“That makes sense,” you mused, “So it’s better now?”

“Yes, better now,” Trey nodded.

You couldn’t explain what it was, but for some reason, the way Trey looked down at you made your stomach twist unpleasantly. It was like he was the one researching you. His eyes were sharp, greedily taking in every movement, while the simple smile remained glued to his face.

He put you on edge.

“Well…” your smile wavered, “I’m going to take some notes.”

“No more talking?” Trey asked. You couldn’t tell if it was your imagination or not, but the smile seemed… off. As though he were mocking you.

You had a feeling this halfling was much more intelligent than he let on.

“Sorry,” you forced a bright smile, “I’m going home soon, so I need to do this.” You pulled out your notebook and began to write quickly.

DAY 1

OWL

The owl halfling’s name is Trey. He has a barn owl’s wings, but he has green hair. He wears glasses.

Note: Keep your eye on him.

You were so tired, you were probably imagining things. Either way, you were ready to get home as soon as possible.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

[tragedybunny]

omg your requests are open? If you're okay with some angst but a sweet ending, can I please request Astarion overhearing the others trying to warn you about Astarion? Like, telling the reader (female please) that he doesn't actually care or like her and she just looks sad and says "I know, but I'm stupid and care about him" and he just gets upset and wants to prove that he does like her? Sorry if this is dumb, haha

Hi Anon, My usual apologies for the wait. I wanted to do a different spin on this because I always find it a little jarring that Astarion confesses to you and then is so prickly about killing the Orthon to get information from Raphael. I always wondered if it occurred to him he was being kind of a jerk about it. So this scene plays out in the second act.

This Is Me - Astarion x F!Reader

Astarion lurked at the outskirts of camp, unable to bring himself to come face you. After everything he'd told you, after those moments of hope, he'd failed, himself and you. The Orthon, he’d been less than gracious about getting around to killing the devil. And after, gods, why did he talk to you like that? Because the scars on his back felt like they burned, and his mind had screamed at him since you'd said they were infernal. Even though he knew you'd been upset, you'd only turned away, saying that it was probably wise to rest before pursuing Thorm’s relic further. 

You all had made a makeshift camp in the heart of Shar’s sanctuary, where not even Shadowheart seemed wholly at ease. And he’d hidden like a coward until now, when he’d finally been able to push himself to come find you. Creeping back to camp, he’d been silent, trying to figure out where you were without running into any of the others, he couldn’t take whatever disdain he’d find in their eyes either. 

He’d made it close to your shared tent when the sound of Shadowheart’s voice had frozen him where he stood. “I’m not saying he’s not sincere, I’m just saying, we all know Astarion by now. He looks out for himself first.” 

“I understand where you’re coming from,” even if you didn’t sound convinced, the fact that you even had to say those words was enough for him to feel like his unbeating heart was shattering behind his rib cage. 

“She has a point Soldier, I like Fangs well enough, but you know how he can be. Just be careful with yourself,” Karlach added. Did they all believe he only thought about himself? 

“We just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Of course, Gale had to add to it. 

“I know you’re all concerned, and I know how he can be, but I care about Astarion.” He didn’t need to hear anymore. No one had managed to spot him, so he slipped into your shared tent and tried not to fall apart. 

Everyone in this damned camp wanted to warn you away from him, and the worst part was that they weren’t wrong. How long had it taken him to behave like an arse to you? He did care though, that wasn’t a lie or a scheme. Where you’d accepted it before on just his word, it felt he’d have to prove it now, since he’d gone and messed everything up.  He just didn’t know how.

Huddled on the floor of the tent, he pulled his knees up to his chest, and frantically thought.

Sex was out of the question, even if he could bring himself to do it, you’d see through it in a heartbeat. What else did he have? A lot of pretty words and burdens, which you already shouldered. He glanced around the tent at his scattered, sparse belongings, noting you hadn’t even had time to unpack yet. Maybe that was the answer. 

If there was more said about him, he hadn’t heard, intentionally blocking out whatever other sounds he heard. He assumed there was dinner, at some point, nothing for him to miss there. You appeared in the entrance to the tent far sooner than he had expected though, and caught him still packing things in his bag. “So that’s it, you’re just going to up and leave? And here I was getting worried you’d been gone so long tonight.” Your voice was deadly calm and he couldn't tell if you were sad or furious. 

Closing his eyes, he centers himself, trying not to get lost in the maelstrom inside his own mind. Standing, he looked you in the eyes, pained to find unshed tears sparkling there, but this was for the best. “I’m going to face Cazador, and whatever he’s done to me, alone.”

“W-what? Is this because of the Orthon?” The words fade into a stunned whisper, you don’t understand what he’s trying to do. Desperately, he gropes for your hand, to comfort you, to explain to you, but you pull away. “You’ll just abandon me because I didn’t kill it quick enough?’

“Love, no! I just need to do this on my own. To show you.” The words run out and he clenches and unclenches his hands frustratedly. 

“By the gods, show me what?” 

“That I’m not using you. That I do care about you for more than what you can do for me. I’ll go to Baldur’s Gate and when I’m done I’ll wait for you.” 

With it all said, Astarion waits in the silence for your response. He waits far longer than he thought he would. Really, he’d thought you’d embrace the idea after everything he’d overheard. “Astarion,” you begin sweetly, and you have his rapt attention, “are you out of your fucking mind?” You grasp his shoulders and clench them tightly, fingers digging in, emphasizing your words. 

“I…of course not!” He tries half-heartedly to pull out of your grip, but you don’t seem keen to let him go. “But you don’t trust me any more so what,” his voice cracks unpleasantly and you release his shoulders, arm wrapping around his chest, “what else can I do.” 

Instinctively, he returns your embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “You heard all that, didn’t you? I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want them to worry about it anymore.” 

“What if they're right? I'm not sure that I can think about anyone else first until this is done, and I fear I’m going to hurt you.” He doesn't look up from where he's pressed against your skin, not wanting to see if you agree. 

“I knew that Astarion, it was obvious from the start.” You let go and push away, putting space between the two of you as your hand comes to cup his cheek and hold his gaze on yours. “We'll deal with this together, just like I promised.” 

You plant a small kiss on his cheek and he almost sobs, pulling you back into a fierce hug. “You…”

“Silly girl?” You finish with a small laugh.

“Incredibly sweet and wonderful girl.”

“Now you're just trying to flatter me.” He can hear the relief in your voice. “Unpack, please. I’m exhausted and your bag is in the middle of our tent.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” There really is no fighting you once you’ve made up your mind, and he doesn’t really want to go anymore. 

“Absolutely not, silly boy.” The kiss you give him is soft and warm enough that it chases away his lingering doubts, for tonight at least. 

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[exhaslo]

Here me out….Miguel x femvillian reader who gets defeated in a fight by him. She has a rough life and turned to crime just to try to do anything to better her situation…it doesn’t.

Before Miguel can take her to custody she tells him to kill her. This strikes a cord with Miguel so he takes her to HQ instead to keep an eye on her. Maybe after so time they see past their differences and bond over them having bad home lives or trauma or something.

She starts to turn her life around and Miguel still checks in on her, they have a banter and friendship despite everything.

Then maybe they fall in love confessing to each other….👉👈 idk just some sweet romance maybe smut? Honestly whatever you think.

Awe, I can totally do this. I think it would be best to keep it fluff due to how I plan on writing the beginning of this story, but hell, if I ever get time for a part 2, smut all the way!!

Also, I'm so sorry this was so late. Now that the holidays are over with, I was able to get back to requests!!!

Warning: Thoughts of suicide, depression, language, praise, fluff

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Why?

Why did everything always happen to you?

Why couldn't you just live an easy life for once?! Why couldn't anything go your way for once?! You screamed at the top of your lungs as you watched your small shabby apartment building burn down to the ground.

It wasn't fair.

What was the point of even living at this point? You had no family to go back to. No home to live at and no friends to crash with. Your job was absolute dog shit and you barely made enough to afford the apartment that just got destroyed.

Everything you owned was gone. Everything that you had was gone. All you had left were the clothes on your back. Like that was enough to survive these streets.

As much as you thought about the sweet embrace of death, you also feared it. You still wanted to live and there were still things you wanted to do. Cussing under your breathe, you decided to turn to a life of crime. How else were you going to build yourself back up?

At least you were until you got caught.

Not even on your third night of stealing, you got webbed up by the one and only, Spiderman. You tried your best not to cry because this was all you had left. You were going to steal to try and better your life and now you couldn't.

"Alright, want me to drop you off at the station or have them find you here?" Spiderman asked with a bit of sarcasm in his tone. You sniffed, unable to hold back,

"Just kill me," You begged.

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Miguel flinched at your request. You were sincere. Normally his enemies said that just to trick him or have him pity them, but not you. Miguel could sense how true you meant those words and how hurt you were.

"C'mon," He sighed.

Miguel had no choice but to take pity on you. How could you leave you to rot in a cell if you were going to kill yourself? It wouldn't be heroic of him to do so. That and Miguel would probably eat himself alive at the thought of you being dead because of him.

Instead, Miguel was going to take a different approach with you. You seemed harmless enough, that and you were clumsy. Obviously, you had never stolen anything before and it showed.

Watching you follow him defeated, Miguel let out another sigh. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before swinging off. You weren't even complaining, just whimpering and sniffling. Honestly, Miguel might have to put this in the list of saddest captures.

By the time he reached HQ, Miguel made sure to use a secret entrance. He informed Lyla to keep everyone out of his office as he brought you inside. It was fair to say that you looked confused, yet amazed.

"This is the Spider Society, it's where every Spiderman and woman from every universe come to help stop a common goal."

"Common goal?" You whispered, taking in the scenery of the city from a large window. Miguel brought you attention back to him,

"Classified. Think of it as a hang out," He said instead and motioned you to follow him, "I will allow you to stay here under certain conditions."

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Was this really going to be your second chance at life? Who would have thought Spiderman was this generous to someone like you? You had expected him to just toss you in jail since you've never actually seen the hero kill anyone.

You were ready to die.

Listening to all of Spiderman's conditions, you just agreed. What other choice was there? At least he was giving you a place to stay, even if you were going to be watched the whole time.

"I'll check up on you every day to see how you're keeping." Spiderman added as he showed you a room. You just furrowed your brows, avoiding tears,

"Why are you doing so much for me? You just met me..."

"Because I don't want you turning around and killing yourself. It's my job to save people, and that includes you." He said honestly. You nearly shuddered a breathe,

"...Thank you..." Was all you could whisper.

"If you need anything, just call for Lyla and she will inform me of anything you need."

"Thanks...but...how did you know-" You were cut off as Spiderman revealed Lyla and a hologram of your burnt down apartment building, "Wow."

"Just let me know."

Right as Spiderman left, you finally felt the weight of everything come crashing down. You fell on your knees and started sobbing. This was not how you expected the night to go, but honestly, this could be for the best.

Who knows, maybe Spiderman will give you a reason to live after all.

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You had been staying at the Spider Society for a few weeks now. Spiderman aka Miguel, had been helping you get back on your own two feet. The two of you had been getting comfortable with each other to the point where Miguel revealed his identity.

And lord did you feel like it was love at first sight. You had already started to fall for the masked hero with just his wit and personality alone. It was a great surprise to see that matched with such a handsome face.

The only thing you were worried about was if your feelings were one sided. Miguel always checked up on you, making sure that you weren't still down in the dumps. Honestly, some days you were, but they grew less thanks to him.

Today, you were feeling great. Thanks to Miguel's help, you had gotten a job and finally saved enough for a place of your own again. This time in a better location that won't burn down so easy. There was no need for you to go back to stealing.

"I heard you were apartment hunting?" Miguel questioned as he entered your room. You felt your cheeks flush as you stared at the handsome man,

"Um....Yea...I've done so much better thanks to you."

"Do you not like it here?" Miguel whispered as his eyes soften towards you.

"I do, but...aren't I a burden just being here all the time?"

"No," Miguel sat beside you, glancing at the website you were on, "I just think that it's safer here. I can take care of you...if you don't mind," His voice grew lower as he looked away.

"Miguel..." You felt embarrassed to ask, but hell, he was acting strange as hell too, "Do you want me to stay?"

"..." Miguel stayed quiet for a moment, "Yes."

You couldn't stop your heart from racing as the two of you stayed quiet for a moment. You were shaking from nervousness. Perhaps, Miguel did like you back? Trying to control your breathing, you hesitating grabbed his hand,

"T-Then...I'll stay," You said, nearly stuttering on your words.

Miguel fixed his hand to intertwine with yours. He scooted closer to you and finally faced in your direction. You nearly squeaked, surprised by how close he was.

"(Y/N), you're such a clumsy thief," Miguel said with a sigh as he cupped your cheek and stole your lips with a kiss, "But, you're my thief...If you'd let me have you."

"Yes." You said so fast with no hesitation. Rolling your lips inward, you watched as Miguel just stared at you before laughing, "W-What I meant was...I-I am totally fine with, garh, stop laughing at me! I'm nervous!"

"Sorry, sorry," Miguel chuckled softly as he stroked your flustered cheeks, "I promise to take good care of you, (Y/N)."

You huffed your cheeks out slightly, "How on earth can I take care of the one and only Spiderman? This seems a little unfair." You said with a whine. Miguel chuckled once more,

"Just...be there for me like you always are,"

Confused, you went to look at Miguel, but he stole your lips again in another kiss. You closed your eyes, melting into the kiss before Miguel had to break it due to an anomaly. He let out a heavy sigh and stood,

"Dinner?"

"By the beach?"

"That place is so greasy," Miguel grumbled. You just grinned from ear to ear,

"I'll be ready when you get back."

"It's a date then."

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AGAIN SO SORRY THIS WAS LATE!!! I'M TRYING TO COMPLETE THE REMAINING REQUESTS I HAD LEFT!!!!!

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel x reader

[dccomicsimagines]

Gift Exchange Mayhem - Young Justice Imagine

Requested by Anon - Can I have the team doing some last minute shopping for Christmas?? Maybe the reader waits until the last minute and needs help??

Author's Note - Happy Holidays! I finally was able to finish something.

***

"Dismissed," Batman said, waving his hand as he turned back to the computer to finish up whatever paperwork he had. The mission had gone well, so the debriefing wasn't too painful.

At least for everyone else, you found it excruciatingly slow. Every minute was a minute closer to the Christmas Eve party and the gift exchange.

Everyone moved off. You stayed where you were until you saw M'gann and Conner walk completely out of the room.

You turned, scanning the room until you saw Artemis heading toward the locker rooms. Dashing after her, you grabbed her arm. "I need your help," you whispered, voice tight with the brewing storm of panic in your chest.

"Ow," Artemis hissed, jerking her arm away. "What do you want, weirdo?"

You swore you saw Batman glance over from the corner of your eye. Your breath caught in your throat. "I need help, but we can't talk about it here. Please?"

Artemis sighed, but gestured for you to follow her. You quickly fell into step beside her.

The two of you walked in silence until you made it to the library. She spun on her heel and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

You admired how cool she looked in this moment. You wished you could be cool. "I..." You swallowed away your insecurities. "I need help finding a gift for the gift exchange."

She raised an eyebrow. "You haven't gotten one yet? It's tomorrow."

"I know!" You threw up your hands, shaking slightly. "I couldn't focus on it, because I got M'gann and I knew I would blow it in the mind link at some point, so I decided I had to not think about it at all until the last minute. That way, she can be surprised."

Artemis sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do you always do this shit?"

"I wanted it to be good. It's her first Christmas on earth and she's already excited, but I don't know what to get her." You bit your lip and blinked back tears.

"Why can't you ask Conner? I got things to do." Artemis narrowed her eyes with that steady frown she was always inclined to give you.

You groaned. "I can't ask Conner, then she'd know. That boy doesn't hide anything from her anymore."

She rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Okay, fine."

A grin burst onto your face. "Thank you!" You almost reached out to hug her, but she held up a finger to stop you. Your face burned. "Sorry. Can we go now after we change?"

"Sure." Artemis left the room. You let out a sigh to calm your heart.

***

Artemis' head ached at the bright lights of Star City's Megamall. Christmas music blasted throughout the place as people hurried about.

"Luckily, the west coast is still open huh?" You laughed, nudging her side.

Artemis swallowed back a biting retort. "Yep." You stopped by the big tree in the center of the main entrance. Glancing around, you seemed just as lost as you always were. Irritation bubbled up inside of Artemis. "Let's go. We don't have time. It closes in two hours."

You flinched slightly. "Right." You hurried off to your left, leading the way past a bunch of clothing stores.

Artemis took a deep breath. She shouldn't be so annoyed really. What other plans did she have today anyway? All she was going to do was go home and hang out with her mom. Christmas didn't mean much in the Crock household. Just a time where there was no school and a lot of Dad.

She shook her head. 'Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.' It was a quote from Sketches by Boz by Charles Dickens. A early present to herself when she spotted it in a thrift shop during her Christmas shopping.

You started to head into Spencer's, but Artemis snatched your arm. "No."

"Why?" You blinked. Sometimes Artemis wondered if you were also from Mars.

"There will be nothing for her in there, come on." Artemis pulled you along.

You bit your lip. "I don't know where to even start. What does M'gann even like anyway?"

"Conner." She snorted when you seemed to think she was serious. "You can't give her Conner."

"That would have made things easy. I could just put a bow on him." You dodged a family who was running to the mall.

"You're so weird." Artemis crossed her arms. "Let's go here." She walked into a trendy clothing store. It smelled expensive. Artemis' skin crawled.

You glanced around. "I can't give her clothes. She has...clothes that can be anything."

"Just look around!" Artemis snapped. She saw you deflate in the corner of her eye. She should be nicer to you, but...you were so annoying. You moved away from her to look at the wall of perfumes.

Artemis made herself browse at the other side of the store, ignoring price tags and just looking. Like a normal girl.

***

You sniffed at a perfume. It could work for M'gann, except you didn't know if it would be like giving her clothes. You haven't noticed her making a scent when she shifted her clothes.

Biting your lip, you glanced over to find Artemis across the store. She held up a nice brown moto jacket to herself. A hint of a smile on her lips. You smiled too until her face dropped at the sight of the price tag.

"Well, well, well, you went shopping?" A creepy laugh followed. You turned to find Robin in civies with sunglasses over his eyes. He glanced over at Artemis. "With Artemis?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth. "Are you alone?" You looked around wildly. Your heart stopped when you saw Wally, Kaldur, and Roy standing outside the store with big soft pretzels. Kaldur eyed his while Wally and Roy munched down.

Rob pushed your hand away. "We all saw you two sneak off and got concerned since Artemis and you...never mind."

You pursed your lips, wondering what he meant. However, you had other concerns. "Conner and M'gann aren't with you, are they? Please tell me, they aren't?"

Robin snorted. "Those two are occupied." He crossed his arms. "What? Did you have Conner as your secret santa?"

"No, I have M'gann and I don't know what to get her!" You blushed as your eyes filled with tears. "I'm going to mess up Christmas!"

"Woah, stay whelmed." Rob held up his hands. "Deep breaths." He took a deep breath. You copied him. Your heart slowed down. "Why did you wait until last minute?"

"I would have spoiled it through the mind link at some point. You know how I get distracted, so I made myself not think about it until I knew we wouldn't have another mission." You took another deep breath. "And I asked Artemis because she knows a lot...but...you know she's not happy about it." You saw Artemis march over to Roy, Wally, and Kaldur. "But she said yes."

Rob hummed, rocking on his heels. "We can all help you out with that." He nudged your arm. "Come on, I have an idea."

You grinned, skipping after him. Robin always knew what to do, even if he liked to sneak up on people.

***

Kaldur watched as you, Dick, Wally, and Roy headed across the way into another store with bizarre decorations. Artemis groaned and flopped onto a nearby bench. She crossed her arms, muttering how this was all a waste of time.

"Would you like this..." Kaldur held out the untouched pretzel. He didn't like the look of it. Plus seeing Wally dunk it into some plastic-like yellow substance made Kaldur's stomach turn.

Artemis took it and bit a chunk out of it. Kaldur sat down beside her. He looked around at the bright, shiny walls of the mall. The crowds were lightening now as it neared closing time.

"It was kind of you to help (Y/N)." Kaldur smiled as he saw Wally teasing you. You stuck out your tongue in return.

"A mistake. They are so helpless." Artemis took another big bite.

Kaldur's heart fell slightly. He knew Artemis didn't have a high opinion of you and wasn't shy to voice it. She often didn't care if you heard. Kaldur had to comfort you more than once.

"I know (Y/N) can be challenging." Kaldur pursued his lips, carefully choosing his words. "Not everyone is raised with the same experiences. That is what makes the world a more...intriguing place."

Artemis eyed him. She swallowed. "I'm being nice."

Kaldur nodded. "You are." He met Artemis' eye. "(Y/N) thinks a lot of you." You gestured for both of them to join you. Artemis avoided his gaze and yours. Kaldur saw you frown.

"I got to go. Thanks." Artemis stood up suddenly and walked off. Kaldur watched her go with a sigh. He got up and joined you and the others, hoping his words sank in.

***

You brushed away Wally's hand as he reached to tug your hair again. "Where's she going?" You asked as Kaldur approached.

"I believe she is heading home. Her mother was expecting her," Kaldur said kindly. You nodded. Maybe she wanted to get home earlier too? That's probably why she snapped at you.

"I think you could go for something space." Roy held up a metal print of a space nebula.

"Isn't that racist? She's from Mars. It would be like getting Kaldur something from the ocean," you said, waving the print away. "It needs to be good."

Rob tugged you deeper into the store where they had a retro tv show section. Roy followed the two of you, hands deep in his pockets. You noticed Wally and Kaldur stayed back, whispering to each other.

Your face burned as goosebumps appeared on your skin. You hated when you felt like you did something wrong. Was asking Artemis wrong? They didn't need to worry about your feelings.

Honestly, you only cried once. You gotten tougher over the last few months, or at least you waited to cry until you were alone.

"Hey, you with us?" Roy nudged your arm. You gave him a quick smile and moved to look through another stack of metal prints.

Robin and Roy joked with each other. You sighed, moving to the next stack. Kaldur and Wally joined them.

Suddenly, right after you paged through several tv shows you didn't know, you came across a sparkly Hello Megan print.

"Yes!" You held it up like it was priceless.

"Look at that. She'd love it," Wally said, grinning. "And you didn't need anyone's help."

"Well, you did direct me to the right store." You hugged the print of your chest. "She's gonna love it. Too bad Artemis didn't stay to see it."

Roy scoffed, but Kaldur quickly elbowed him in the side. "She'll see it when we open gifts tomorrow," Roy said, rubbing his side.

You hummed, studying the print again. "It's perfect. Good thing you four stalked us to the mall." Robin and Kaldur blushed. Roy just smirked.

"Hey, I wanted to come to the mall anyway." Wally shrugged. You narrowed your eyes knowingly. He blushed as red as his hair.

"He really just wanted to follow Artemis," Roy mumbled in your ear before flopping an arm around your shoulders to lead you toward the checkout. "Come on, let's buy this thing and head out."

You let Roy pull you along, giggling in delight.

As you all headed out of the closing mall, you passed the clothing store you went in with Artemis. The moto jacket was still there. You bit your lip.

"(Y/N), are you coming?" Kaldur asked when he noticed you stopped. Robin and Wally were teasing each other. Roy stopped with you.

"I need to make another stop. Like really fast." You flashed them a smile and headed into the store.

***

"Ekam ti elkraps," Zatanna said, waving her hands. The Christmas tree in the center of the living room lit up. You clapped your hands.

"Thanks Zat. The lights were getting the best of me." You laughed, tossing the jumble of Christmas lights back into the box.

"No problem." She sneezed. Zatanna had been down with a cold for the last two weeks. She was finally back on her feet just in time for Christmas.

You were glad, especially since this was her first Christmas without her dad. It was your job to keep her busy per Black Canary's request. Of course, keeping people busy was your specialty.

Zatanna stared at the tree. You saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "Alright." You clapped your hands. She looked back at you, blinking rapidly. "I think all this work calls for some Christmas cookies."

"But those are for the party?" Zatanna crossed her arms. A genuine smile on her lips.

"Yeah, but we also decorated the place for M'gann, so the least she could do is let us have some early. Besides, Wally will eat them all if we don't get some now." You led her to the kitchen where M'gann was pulling more cookies out of the oven.

You made sure to not think about your gift for her, just in case she was listening to your thoughts.

M'gann's back was turned as you went to the cooling rack and stole two snickerdoodles with red and green sugar. Zatanna pointed to the M&M cookies and you took two of those too.

"You could ask," M'gann said without turning around.

"What?" Your eyes widened. You quickly handed the cookies to Zatanna. "Ask what?"

M'gann turned to look at you. She smiled and shook her head. "Enjoy your cookies and thank you doing the decorations."

Zatanna and you shared a look before giggling. "Thanks M'gann," Zatanna said as you both slipped away.

You took a big bite of cookie. Zatanna nibbled on hers. You both sat down on the couch in the living area and watched the tree sparkle away.

"Z, did you cast a spell on the tree?" Artemis came around the corner. She saw you and you saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. You didn't know what that meant.

"Yeah, the lights got the better of us," Zatanna laughed, offering Artemis her other cookie. Artemis took it and sat down next to Zatanna.

You wanted to ask her if she was okay or at least thank her for yesterday, but you knew she wouldn't take it well. Besides, M'gann might overhear that you went shopping.

So you stayed quiet, listening in as Artemis and Zatanna talked.

***

"This is amazing!" M'gann gasped as she ripped off the paper to reveal the Hello Megan print.

You tittered, rocking back and forth while hugging your knees to your chest. You sat on the floor of the living area with Wally, Zatanna, and Robin. Artemis, Kaldur, Conner, M'gann, and Roy took the couch and chairs.

Wally poked your side. "She's gonna know it's from you if you keep doing that."

"They're excited. Shut up," Zatanna hissed, poking Wally. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. However, you still felt like you could burst.

M'gann hugged the print to her chest. "Thank you so much, (Y/N)!" She looked at you. You grinned back.

"Wow, that was a quick guess." Roy rolled his eyes at your giddiness.

"(Y/N) broadcasted their delight. Like almost screaming it." M'gann laughed, handing the print to Conner before flying over to give you a big hug.

You hugged her back, giggling uncontrollably. "I'm glad you love it!"

M'gann pulled back and sat back next to Conner. Conner put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him. Your heart melted. Those two were always so cute.

"Not cool at all," Artemis muttered under her breath. You glanced at her to find her shaking her head at you. A jolt ran through you, but you quickly turned to blink away the burn in your eyes.

"Who's next?" Robin asked, looking around.

The exchanged continued. You played with the edge of your cozy blanket you had received as your gift. Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile on your face. You wouldn't cry on Christmas.

***

Artemis yawned as she made her way toward the zeta tube. Her new set of books under her arm. The party had died down. Artemis was the first to head home. Her mother was waiting for her.

"Hey Artemis," you said. She heard you jogging up behind her. She had to hold back the eye roll before turning.

"Yes?" She hugged her books to her chest. You stumbled a bit, tripping over the blanket you had wrapped around you.

"I..." You coughed, blushing slightly. "I wanted to thank you for coming shopping with me yesterday."

Irritation crawled up inside her. "You're welcome." She kept her face blank.

You smiled a little. Artemis took a deep breath at the moment of silence.

"Well, Merry Christmas." You pulled a nicely wrapped package from under your blanket and held it out.

Artemis flinched, blinking. "What's that?"

"A present." You bit your lip, looking down shyly. "For you. I know you...think I'm annoying. I'm working on it, I promise." You glanced back up at her. Artemis couldn't stop the guilt that sank her stomach. "Anyway, I hope you like it."

Artemis raised an eyebrow. "I got to get home."

"Yeah, have a good night." You waved, backing away before tripping over your blanket.

Artemis shook her head as you rushed back out of the room. She looked down at the present. It was nicely wrapped. Guess they aren't clumsy about everything, she thought.

She sighed before ripping it open. Her jaw dropped to the floor when she found the soft leather of the expensive brown moto jacket inside.

Setting her books on the ground, she slipped on the jacket. It felt smooth like butter. She hugged herself.

"Nice jacket," Wally said, walking into the room with a gift bag in hand. "Where you get it?"

Artemis pursed her lips. Rot ate her up inside. "(Y/N)."

Wally whistled. "It looks amazing, babe." He grinned. "(Y/N) must really like you. I know when I first met them, they gave me a PlayStation. I couldn't believe it."

"Really?" Artemis played with the sleeve of the jacket. "I should give this back to them."

"No, you'll just make them feel bad. They wanted you to have it." Wally held up his hands. "Listen, (Y/N) really cares about what you think of them." Artemis' eyes widened slightly. "So maybe...just try to be a little nicer to them...not that you're not." Wally blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "I know I'm not, Baywatch." She let out of breath, admitting she always noticed that you took any comment she said hard. How many times had she made you cry? "I'll be nicer."

Wally grinned, nudging her arm. "Thanks."

Artemis punched his arm back. Wally dodged it, laughing. She snorted and picked up her books before trying to get him.

***

The next time you saw Artemis, she was wearing the jacket. You actually started jumping with excitement. However, you forced yourself to be cool as she approached you.

"Thanks for the jacket. I needed a new one." She met your eye before giving you a genuine smile. You felt your eyes widen as you couldn't recall another time she smiled at you.

"You're welcome." A big grin pulled at your lips. You rocked on your heels.

Artemis walked away to go to talk to Zatanna, who was across the cave with Robin. You watched her go, letting yourself bounce a little with glee.

M'gann flew up beside you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back. "Try to get back to whelmed," she whispered in your ear. You nodded, taking a deep breath. However, you felt that you could maybe count Artemis as a friend and nothing could be better than that.

#young justice' #young justice imagine #young justice x reader #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #artemis crock #artemis crock imagine #artemis #artemis imagine #christmas #yj x reader #yj imagine

[ryker-writes]

Just listened to siren by kailee morgue again so now I'm ✨inspired✨

Can I request Jamil, Riddle, Malleus, and Azul with an s/o whose unique magic makes them like a siren? Like, their singing can charm those who hear it, and make those people do things for them? and how easily would the bois fall under

ooooo siren magic is cool!

Request rules and Masterlists

Jamil:

decently good at resisting your magic, but will give in eventually

he's really amazed at first at how difficult it is to resist

is this what people feel like when he's using his magic on them?

at most will be able to resist for about 2 minutes but then he's giving in willingly

it's not an easy resist tho

he's internally struggling the entire time

he won't mention it but he's probably thinking of how Scarabia felt when he used his magic on them

and that would be when he gives in

kind of like getting a taste of his own medicine

afterwards he will say that you could've just asked instead of having to use your magic

Riddle:

falls under your control pretty quickly

your voice is just so enchanting that he can't help it

he may try to resist at first, but he won't last long

probably a minute at best

but honestly he doesn't try to resist too much

he fully trusts you

he trusts that when you have control over him, you won't make him do anything super embarrassing or ruin his image

he enjoys hearing you sing tho and wishes you would do it more without your magic

Malleus:

it's...complicated

at first it seems like Malleus is the easiest to fall under your magic because he's immediately charmed and doing whatever you want

it doesn't even take that long for your song to entrance him

after you use your magic for even a few seconds, the great Malleus Draconia is willing to do anything you want

but upon closer inspection, he's not fallen under your magic at all

Malleus is simply so in love with you that you don't even need to use your magic to make him do things

all you have to do is ask him and he's already doing it

but he didn't want you to know he was immune to your magic because he liked to hear you sing

if he told you then you might not do it as much

truthfully you can just stand there and he's already charmed and ready to serve you

Azul:

actually falls under your spell the fastest

of course they've heard of sirens in the Coral Sea so he knows a bit about your magic beforehand

and he does try to resist only to fail like 10 seconds after you start

he's not a fan of being under anyone's control, that includes you sorry

but he does trust you...

it's just everyone else he doesn't trust

he's convinced that the twins would make fun of him if they saw him under your control

so he begs nicely asks you at least not to do it when others are around

as long as you agree to that, he's much less worried

Azul is always enchanted by your voice and loves to hear it

so when you do use your magic he will try to resist just so he can hear it for longer

...but that doesn't last long

he's too embarrassed to ask you to sing normally for him so he's going to make some type of excuse to hear it

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper #twst jamil #twst jamil x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst azul x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader

[babydollmarauders]

BABE — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

pt 2

summary: in which y/n’s biggest fear comes true, and she tries to work past it but inevitably can’t.

notes: this is all angst. if you’re wanting a redeeming and loving Jack then you will not find him in this, but i do have other fics like that.

warnings: cheating, arguments

useless notes: another Taylor Swift inspired fic. are we surprised? probably not. should i be working on the next part of the Midnights Fic List? maybe. but instead i just spent three hours writing whatever this is

i stare at my phone screen, no longer able to make out the photo but that doesn’t matter because it’s seared into my brain now. i close my eyes, letting tears roll down my cheeks, but all i can see is that photo. Jack, his hands on another girls waist and her lips on his neck.

i feared this day would come, i just hoped it never would. and i can’t help but put some blame on myself. was i not good enough? should i have come with him on the roadie? i know he’s said before that i shouldn’t feel pressured to go, but i know so many other WAGS do. maybe if i had taken the time off from work to come then this wouldn’t have happened. but i didn’t do that. and now here i sit, at home in our apartment, while he’s in Texas, probably peacefully sleeping by now, next to another girl.

when i had first opened up to Jack about my insecurities and my fears, about my past with men who previously cheated on me and strung me along because i was so forgiving, he had promised me this would never happen. told me i was the only one he ever wanted and that if he ever felt like he wanted to be with someone else, he would have the decency to break up with me first and not string me along. but here we are.

this photo wasn’t what i was expecting to see when i decided to open twitter. i was expecting lots of celebratory tweets after the Devils win against the Stars, but then this picture was the first thing that popped up on my timeline. the user speculating that Jack and i broke up. we didn’t.

i finally open my eyes again, my vision clearer now that the tears have spilled over, i run my thumb over the screen, scrolling through my feed.

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@HUGHESLVR86: i see everyone on here sharing the photo from that girls insta story and speculating that Jack and y/n broke up but… have y’all thought about the possibility that maybe they didn’t? i know we all want to believe that Jack would never cheat but maybe we don’t know him.

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@HUGHESISKARMA: guys, both y/n AND jack still have their pics together up on insta. leading me to believe that maybe they’re still together. in which case i feel for her right now. stop spreading that photo.

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my scrolling is stopped by an incoming text from Jack’s brother.

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FROM: Huggy 🧸

y/n, i’m sorry. i don’t know what he was thinking, if he was even thinking at all. please call me if you need someone to talk to. i’m here for you. even after you guys break up, you’ll still be my little sister.

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Quinn’s sweet text only brings me more tears. not from his kind words, but from the fact that he thinks we’ll break up. because i know myself, and i know that if Jack comes home tomorrow apologizing and promising to never do it again, i won’t be able to get the courage to leave him. and i wonder what everyone will think of me. this isn’t like in the past. he’s in the limelight, everyone will know.

i fall asleep on the couch, crying and hoping that when i wake up, this will all have been a dream.

**

i wake up to the sound of the front door shutting and a heavy thud hitting the floor. and for a second, i’m excited to see my boyfriend. but then i remember why i’m on the couch. why my eyes are sore. it wasn’t just another night of falling asleep watching netflix. he cheated on me.

Jack’s footsteps halt at the living room entrance, and i look up to see him watching me. and when he sees my red puffy eyes and tear stains on my face, i know he knows that i know. his eyes are full of regret, that much i can see. he slowly makes his way over to the couch, gauging my reaction, and sits down on the other side, away from me. more tears build up in my eyes and i let them slowly roll down my cheeks, washing away the old tear tracks and leaving new ones in their place.

“you promised.” my voice is barely above a whisper, but it still cracks.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i am. i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk and she came up to me and i just— there’s no excuse.” he shakes his head before placing it in his hands, his elbows resting against his knees. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean for it to happen. and it won’t happen again. i swear. it was a mistake, and i- i- i swear on my life. it won’t happen again.”

i manage a weak nod. proving myself right from last night. i can’t leave. what is wrong with me? why can’t i leave? why can’t i just accept that he did it once and he’ll more than likely do it again, so i should get out of the relationship before he breaks me even more?

“okay.” i whisper. “i believe you.”

he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and a hopeful face.

“you’re not leaving?” he asks.

“no. i’m not leaving, Jack.” i tell him. “i love you. and if you tell me it was a mistake and it won’t happen again, then i believe you.”

he moves to the cushion beside me, taking my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i promise. i swear it. it won’t happen again.”

“okay.”

**

as i predicted, everyone knows. it’s been three weeks since Jack came home and confessed, and last night he took me on a date. i posted some pictures from last night on insta, and the comments have been all about what happened three weeks ago.

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@y/noninsta: i’m a lucky lucky girl 🤍🪐

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@user1: oh, she’s still with him??

@jackhughes: I love you babygirl

@y/noninsta: i love you to the moon & to saturn

@trevorzegras: cringe 🤮

@y/noninsta: your face is cringe

@user2: idk how she can stay with him after that photo

@user3: fr! i would’ve been out of there so quick

@_quinnhughes: that second pic was a jump scare. you put his ugly mug on here but not your pretty face sis?

@y/noninsta: this is why you’re my favorite hughes brother

@lhughes_06: @y/noninsta what am i?! chopped liver?! i at least deserve to be ranked higher than Jack

@_quinnhughes: @lhughes_06 bro wtf

@user4: wow, kinda just lost a little respect for her ngl

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my eyes well with tears and i take a loaded breath. my heart burns, and when i close my eyes, it’s the same way it’s been the past three weeks. all i can see is that stupid picture. i thought i could do this, but it hurts differently than in the past. in the past, i was able to move past it until it happened again, but this time, my heart hasn’t stopped hurting. every time i look at him, my heart breaks all over again remembering that he was with another girl.

i set my phone down on the couch beside me, and stare at the wall. i know what i have to do, but i don’t know if i can.

“hey babe, i’m heading out with the guys.” Jack walks into the living room, slipping his jacket on. but when he sees me, he freezes. “hey, what’s wrong?”

“i can’t do this.” my voice cracks, and now that i’ve finally said it, i feel a weight lifted off my chest.

“what?” Jack comes to stand in front of me. “c’mon don’t say that.”

“no. Jack, i really- i really can’t do this.” i tell him.

“i thought we worked past this? i thought you said it was okay. i told you, it was a mistake.” he crouches down in front of me to look at my face, and the walls i’ve built to hold myself up finally come crashing down. i look at his face and all i can think of is that picture.

“i know but, ever since you admitted it, i keep picturing her lips on your neck. i can’t unsee it, Jack.” i stand on shaky legs and he rises in tandem. “i hate that because of you, i can’t love you. not like i used to. because if we keep doing this— this thing, then i’m just gonna continue to worry even more than before. every time you leave, i’m gonna wonder if you’re out there sleeping with another girl. again.”

“that’s not fair.” he shakes his head.

“you’re right. it’s not.” i admit. “which is why i need to leave, Jack. i really hope you can understand that. it’s not fair on me. to constantly have to wonder who you’re with. or what you’re doing. and i can’t take that. i can’t trust you anymore, Jack.”

“so you can come on roadies with me until you trust me again.” he suggests, and the thought just makes me even more upset.

“i can’t just drop everything to go on the road with you multiple times a month! i have a job, Jack.” i tell him.

“so quit your job. i make plenty to take care of us.”

“you want me to quit the job, that i’ve worked so hard to get, so i can come on the road and babysit you to make sure you don’t cheat on me again?” i ask. “which will provide me with nothing to fall back on when you do inevitably do something again, and i actually decide to leave.”

“but i’m not gonna do anything!” he defends.

“yeah, that’s what you’ve been telling me for the last two years and look how that turned out.”

“yeah, and i didn’t do anything for two years! you can’t cut me some slack?” he argues and i put my hands together in a slow clap.

“you’re right, Jack. you waited two years to cheat on me. do you want a medal? a trophy?” i say. “yes, you didn’t do it for two years, but you still did it eventually. after you promised me you never would. you broke your promise.”

“so you’re just gonna throw this all away over a mistake?” he asks.

“i’m not the one who’s throwing this away. you did when you decided to get with another girl. in public. i’m just making sure i don’t get hurt again.” i tell him. i make my way to our bedroom, Jack following behind me.

“y/n, i’m sorry. okay? i’m sorry! i made a mistake. i told you it won’t happen again.” i ignore him, pulling my suitcase from under our bed and start randomly throwing clothes and an assortment of my things inside of it. “babe, let’s talk about this. c’mon. yes, okay, i slept with another girl. yes, i was caught. but if you didn’t know, wouldn’t that have been worse?”

his words make me freeze, and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. i turn to him.

“caught? Jack, is this the first time you’ve cheated on me?” he avoids eye contact and i swallow a lump in my throat. “Jack. tell me.”

“no.” it feels like my heart has shattered in my chest. the fragments getting caught in my lungs as i struggle to breathe. when i finally let out a shaky breath, it turns into a sob and i collapse to my knees in front of our bed.

this entire time he’s had me fooled. playing the role of doting boyfriend. when instead he was going behind my back. i don’t even know how many times, but it proves he was lying when he said it was a mistake.

i feel Jack’s hands settle on my back, trying to rub it and soothe me but i push them off and collect myself. i continue rushing around the room, packing my bag faster than before. zipping it up, i pull it off the bed and walk out of the room again, Jack trailing behind me once more.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he tells me, when i stop at the front door, slipping my shoes on. i grab my keys from the dish by the door and unclip the house key, setting it on the table.

“yeah, i am too.” i tell him, opening the door. “bye, Jack.”

i step out, shutting the door behind me, my tears blurring my vision as i head out of the apartment complex and to my car. i’m able to place my suitcase in my trunk and slip into the drivers seat before i breakdown again.

i don’t even know where to go. Jack was the only person i had here.

i pull out my phone, typing up a text to my boss and telling her there’s been an emergency and i’ll be using my built up two months of paid time off, before scrolling in my contacts and typing on the name of the only person i can think of right now. i put the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring for a few minutes before they pick up.

“hello?”

“Quinn.” i don’t manage to get another word out before i let out another sob.

“i’m booking you a plane ticket right now. it’s okay, y/n/n. it’ll be okay.”

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Disrespectful.

Chapter four

𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

This shit’s so good, should be illegal

Need round 2, I need the sequel

Hit the backboard like a free throw

You next level, you a cheat code

Can I by kehlani was playing in her office at a bit louder than softly. She told her assistant Jada that she was in a meeting virtually so she didn’t want to blast the music and raise any suspicions.

The music was to help her get lost in her thoughts, drown out the stress she had to carry on her shoulders for the day.

A sigh of content left her lips and she let her eyes roll to the back of her head, almost losing herself before Jada knocked on the door before slightly opening the door to peak her head in.

London’s head slowly rose up to look at the girl before bending her head to look at the paper scattered across her desk. “Something I can help you with Jada?” She softly asked.

“Just wanted to let you know that Mr. Monroe will not be able to attend to this year’s banquet but he will be sending his executive assistant in his place instead. Should we bring him in next week so that he is properly informed about our plans?”

London nodded her head but never lifted her head, “Whatever you think works. A-and make sure that you let everyone know that I’m not available for the next hour.”

Jada nodded her head and was quick to close the door behind her so she wouldn’t feel her boss’s wrath, if London wanted to be alone then she would leave her alone.

But in reality London didn’t know how long she could’ve played nonchalant before a moan slipped through her lips. Her eyes rolled back again, but this time her hand slipped under her desk to grip onto Roman’s hair as he continued to suck on her clit.

“She could’ve heard me.” She breathed out but Roman didn’t even look remorseful. His eyes watching her expressions as he devoured her. Wrecking the image she fought so hard to create. To everyone else, she was a boss woman but this is who she really was, a slut who was willing to ruin the reputation she fought hard to build all just she couldn’t keep her legs closed for him.

“I think you want them to hear.” Roman whispered huskily back to her, sliding the hand that was holding her thighs back to her pussy, index finger running along the slit before he slowly pushed against her entrance. “You want them to know how good I make you feel huh?”

He didn’t care for her response because his lips closed around her clit again, sucking and thrusting his fingers until the tip of his fingers touched the spongey spot that had her legs shaking.

“Fuck… baby wait-“ she tried but it was to no avail. He’s been playing nice long enough. He slipped a second finger into his and let his tongue lap at her leaking pussy.

Tears were pooling at the rim of her eyes, the feeling was something she could never get tired of. Roman always made her cum, always. And she knew this time wouldn’t be any different but damn was he prolonging it to prove his point: that he could make her cum anywhere and anytime. And anytime he wanted he could get her to happily open her legs to let him.

He was fucking right because here she was, even with her damn assistant in the room, he was hidden under that damn desk eating her out. At the revelation she could ask herself if she had any shame but the blissful feeling of the pleasure rippling through her body made her forget anything.

“I can feel it, go head baby. Cum for me, cum for Daddy.” He cooed out to her.

The churning in her stomach was intensifying and she knew she was going to cum for him. London didn’t really consider it a lost though because this feeling was too delicious, she’d probably lose every single argument on purpose if this was the outcome of it.

The tears that were pooling from her eyes fell as she felt herself get lost in her orgasm. But Roman didn’t stop there, he had lifted himself from between her legs and placed his mouth on hers swirling his tongue around hers so she could taste the flavor of her juices.

His fingers stayed in the same place, slowly thrusting to help her ride it but continuing. He wanted another. London whimpered, her hand sliding down to grasp onto his wrist but his pace stayed the same. “Gimme another one.” He muttered against her lips.

The pace of his fingers started picking up again, both fingertips pressing deliciously against her spot. His mouth never left hers, swallowing all of her moans as he devoured her.

The kiss was sloppy but London loved it. Roman was always so put together, very calculated, she liked that he would get so messy with her. Almost as if he couldn’t control himself when it came to her and that turned her on.

“Roman.” She softly moaned out trying to warn him but her climax came quicker and harder than she expected. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a loud moan slipped through her lips. Her head fell back, chest pressing into his as her back arched against her office chair and her legs trembled.

The rouse of trying to keep quiet was over, but how could she be quiet anyway when he made her feel like this. His voice rumbling softly in her ear as he talked her through it.

“There you go baby. That’s it. You did so good cumming for me like that, that’s all you needed huh? Wanted Daddy to get rid of all that stress huh?” He cooed and London nodded her head, slumping against the chair.

“I’m not done with you yet baby, we’ve only got an hour.”

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Friday night caught London at Sienna’s house for a girls night. Nora, London and Sienna all sat in the living room with a half cup filled with wine and they were catching each other up on their lives.

Covered in satin pajamas and soft jazz playing in the background to help them unwind from their week.

“I barely sat down in the chair to get my hair done, some random girl ran up on my hairdresser. Can you fuckin imagine?” Sienna recalls her encounter at Milan’s salon two days prior.

Nora huffed out a short laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “I keep telling you to stop visiting these random salons because you can’t let everybody play with your hair but you never wanna listen to me.”

The girls talking became kind of like background noise when London’s phone buzzed in her hand again to let her know she got another text notification.

Roman: Would you rather Italian or French?

London: For what?

Roman: Dinner. Me and you. Next week, Wednesday night.

Roman had the tendency to invite her out. And before she would decline every outing but recently, she found herself agreeing to go out sometimes.

It wasn’t always, because James was starting to question why she was always going out but, on the days where she really missed him after not seeing him for a couple weeks cause of his job, she found herself wanting to be around him.

London bit her lip as she thought about it; the last time she seen Roman was two days ago when he ate her out in her office till she begged and cried for him to stop, fucked her for good measure and then left to fly out to whatever city he had to be in for work.

They had both agreed that would be their last intimate session. London expressed she couldn’t keep doing it, and Roman respected her decision. What was a harmless dinner between two friends?

“I know that’s not James blowing ya phone up on girls night.” Sienna’s voice brought her back to reality, lifting her head up to find both Nora and Sienna watching her like a hawk. Her phone buzzed again.

Roman: I won’t touch you, I promise. Just miss having meals with you as a friend ❤️

“Damn; can I have my face back?” London retorted, raising an eyebrow at the two.

Nora rolled her eyes, “Girl please. She ain’t tell you she’s been fucking Roman?”

Both Sienna’s and London’s eyes widen in shock. London’s because her sister ran her mouth and Sienna’s at the news.

“Nora!” London exasperated

“WHAT!” Sienna yelped out at the same time, raising her hand for a moment. “Hol’ up. You mean to tell me I helped you sneak off with that man at his wife’s birthday party and you couldn’t tell me you actually fucked the man!?”

London let out a quiet groan, her head falling back for a moment. It wasn’t something she was proud to announce… she’s cheating on her husband with another married man, how the fuck was she supposed to tell her that?

When She lifted her head back up, Sienna huffed again as she waited for London to explain herself.

“First of all, I’m not fuckin him anymore. And second of all, Nora you’re the one who told me to go sleep with him in the first place!”

“London, you made out with him at his wife’s-“ Nora starts but London was quick to cut her off.

“I know what happened bitch, you don’t have to keep repeating it!” London snapped

“So stop acting confused. I only told you to finish what the fuck you started, don’t put the blame on me. You damn near gave him the pussy the first time anyways, you should be thanking me. You’re welcome.” Nora winked as she took a sip of her wine.

Before London could reply back to her sister, Sienna inserted herself into the conversation.

“UM HELLO? Anyone wanna talking about how you’re ACTUALLY FUCKING ROMAN!?” Sienna shouted, the shock feeling has not left her at all. Her eyes almost wild and searching as she waited for London to explain.

“I’m not fucking him anymore.” London corrects. Nora scoffs at her but doesn’t say a word.

“After the party” London starts, ignoring her sister. “I ignored him because I just knew if I seen him, I would’ve remembered that night and just fuck him, not caring about my marriage-“

“Which you’ve managed to do anyway, but continue.” Nora quickly added before giving London the floor again.

“I went to Nora about it because I didn’t know what else to do but she kept telling me to grow up and talk to him and I decided I wouldn’t. James is a good man, he didn’t deserve that you know?” London continued to explain, sighing at the end.

“Okay. I’m hearing a whole lotta nothing.” Sienna huffed out, placing her cup down to focus on the conversation. “Spare me the lame details bitch cause I can really do without.”

London raised an eyebrow at her friend. “You wanna hear the story or not?” After a moment of silence she continued to unfold the moment of events. “I didn’t want to; but Roman wasn’t going to have me ignoring him for any longer so he came to my job to confront me.”

Her skin became littered with goosebumps as she relieved the story on how this all started just two months ago.

“It didn’t help how a couple nights before, Nora kept telling me to just get it out my system. Just Fuck him and get it over with. So when he asked me if I…. desired him the same way he desired me I thought… why not.”

The silence in the room was driving her crazy. Sienna just sat there listening to her friend admit that she committed adultery.

“You… nasty bitch.”

London groaned again, leaning back against the sofa. “I know. And the worst part is… I don’t regret it. He fucked the shit outta me Sienna. He made me cum four fuckin times in my office.”

“IN YOUR OFF- BITCH!?” Sienna shrieked in surprise. London was very proud of the reputation she gave herself at work, especially after taking over her father’s business and to hear that she let herself go on those same grounds left her shook. But then she let the sentence repeat in her mind on more time.

“Hol up, he made you what?” She asked, hoping she heard her friend clearly.

“Cum four time, that’s why her ass kept running back to him. Fucked her so good she forgot where her real home was at.” Nora replied with a laugh.

“Four times, back to back?” Sienna asked curiously

“Girl I tapped out at round one, he fucked my shit up.” London confessed. “I went to see him again later that night because we promised to talk, I didn’t even give him a chance, I fucked him right at his driveway. And we kept fucking that entire weekend: in the pool, the kitchen, in the shower, on the balcony.” She listed off, reminiscing with a soft sigh.

“It was supposed to a weekend thing and then we’d be done with it but… It’s been two months now.”

“Two…. Two months!? You’ve been…” Sienna just couldn’t believe it; she was at a loss for words. “Bitch I’ve been at your house at least four times these past two months. You kept me out the loop for sixty days!?”

Nora busted out laughing while London rolled her eyes.

“How was I supposed to just say I was cheating on my husband? That ain’t something you proudly say Sienna.”

“Oh Bitch don’t give me that sob story. You wasn’t proud to tell me but you’ve been bustin them legs wide open with no shame huh?”

London didn’t even know what to say. She was getting read for filth because Sienna was right. She wasn’t shameful enough to stop fucking Roman… until now.

“Okay. Y’all need to relax on me. Let’s not forget you two encouraged this. You two demons ain’t no better than me, putting bugs in my fuckin ear. Wasn’t it you who told me to go enjoy myself at the party, while you steady bringing it up.”

“London you are 34 years old. Get the fuck over yourself; ain’t nobody put a gun to yo’ head and tell you to fuck that man. Be a woman about it and just say you like fucking him. He beat it up better than James do and that’s why you keep running back, stop blaming everybody else.” Nora stated seriously at her sister.

“Yeah girl, I mean… okay so we pushed you. But these lil two months? Baby that was all you. I’m just upset cause why the fuck am I the last to know?” Sienna pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. But, now there’s nothing to tell. James is a good man and he doesn’t deserve that. So I told Roman we had to cut it off.” London explained before her phone buzzed again.

Roman: ?

“So since you cut it off, is that James?” Nora asked smartly with a small smirk on her face as she pointed towards the phone.

The pregnant pause gave the girls the answer they were looking for. Sienna busted out laughing.

“Cut it off my ass.”

“It’s not like that, he just wanna go out to eat.” London tries to explain

Nora snorts, yeah fuckin right. “If you wanna play stupid, we can to ya know?”

“It’s not like that, I promise guys. Whatever Roman and I had is over.”

And even though London announced it with upmost confidence, not a single person in that room believed a word that came out of her mouth.

London: French. Pick me up at 8.

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Roman wanted to be true to his words. He would not touch London tonight. Plus, she was right. He needed to shift all that sexual tension to his wife, not her.

He sent a driver over to pick London up and now he was waiting. He’d already order them champagne and was seated waiting for her to arrive.

It was fifteen minutes after 8, so he was still waiting. His mind running a million miles a minute, she wouldn’t stand him up right? They could still be friends even after everything has transpired between them, he couldn’t see why not. Before anything happened between them he’s had the upmost respect for her and it didn’t dwindle because they both gave in to their sexual feelings for each other.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A soft voice spoke to him, breaking him out of his daze as he turned his head to where the voice came from.

His eyes scanned her from her head to her feet, her legs displaying beautifully in her dress. If there’s one thing that Roman couldn’t deny, it’s how beautiful she is.

“Nothing crazy.” He replied, standing up from his seat to walk up to her and giving her a tight hug.

Her perfume was intoxicating, overclouding his senses as he wrapped his arms around her lower waist and London’s arms wrapped around his neck.

They rocked back and forth in a friendly manner but the hug lasted longer than it should have. His arms tightened around her waist and flashes of him holding her against the wall with him holding her up by her thighs as he thrusted in and out of her ran through his mind.

Get it together Roman. He scolds himself, London wasn’t a piece of meat, she’s his friend.

London’s arms tightened around him too, almost as if she was trying to remember this feeling of him in her arms before she let go.

When they finally let go of each other, he held out her seat for her to take a seat.

“You look good. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your efforts were for me.” He stated teasingly, a small smirk on his face.

“Luckily you know better Mr. Reigns, I dress like this on the regular for myself.”

This was a fact; London loved to dress to impress and majority of the time the person she was looking to impress was herself.

A smile broke out on Roman’s face as the familiarity of the tone of conversation. This was the London he’d met.

The two fell into their old dynamic easier than they thought, London telling Roman about work and her upcoming work trip that she has coming up that she was dreading.

Roman filled her in on whatever was running through his head at the time, whether it was whatever scheme he had planned next for him and the twins to execute or whatever Paul suggested was the best thing to do for the business.

They chatted it up like two friends would have the entire time and before they knew it; two and a half hours had gone by. Roman called for the check and London bit her lip in thought.

You’ve been doing good for a week London, don’t do anything to fuck it up. She thought to herself when he paid and walked her to the driver he had set out for her.

The two walked close, arms brushing against each other as they took slow steps to the car. And even though she shouldn’t have, a small part of her was hoping that he would push her up against the car and ravish her in a way she’s become accustomed to in these past two months.

But instead, Roman gave her another long hug. His scent overpowering her own, she knows it’ll linger in her clothes on her way home. She was tempted, just turn your head and press your lips against his she had thought. But it was a passing thought that she didn’t execute because he had pulled away from their embrace and bid her a goodnight.

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Roman came home in search of his wife and jumped on her the second he found her. He pulled her into a hot searing kiss, Tiara was took by surprise but she let herself get lost in the kiss.

It’s been a while since her husband has come back from work and has been in the mood so she was going to jump at the opportunity, she’d missed her husband. And as they teared each other’s clothes off each other she could feel how much her husband had missed her.

Gripping on her skin to press it impossibly closer to his own. Ravishing her skin with his lips like he’s never done before. And when he put her in position, he flipped her onto her stomach, Face down ass up.

“Fuck… wait Roman it’s-“ Tiara cut herself off with a moan as Roman thrusts himself mercilessly into her. Skin clapping against the other and moaning were filling the room as Tiara called out her husband’s name in pleasure.

Unbeknownst to her, Roman’s mind was elsewhere thinking of the woman he had just left. London’s moans were playing loud in his head, he almost couldn’t hear anything else. His hands tightened on Tiara’s hips, in the morning will probably be marked as he continued to slam his hips into hers.

London made him promise that he’d shift all his sexual desires away from her and back to his wife. But if he thought of her the whole time, it wouldn’t have been anybody’s business but his own.

Meanwhile, London laid in her bed naked with her legs open and fingers running up and down her slit.

Roman’s scent was still inked on her skin, it was almost as if he was here in the room with her. She couldn’t help herself, she tore her clothes off as soon as she got home and couldn’t get him off her mind.

When she finally pushed her fingers through her entrance her eyes rolled shut. One hand tweaked at her breast and the other thrusting inside of herself. She could almost feel him.

His hands pressed down against her back to keep her in position as he thrust inside of her at a face pace, “You runnin’ from me London? I thought this was big girl pussy, where you going?” He taunts as he pulls her closer to him. The tip of his dick just kissing her cervix causing her to wince a little in pain but the pleasure felt so good.

Her fingers had picked up speed as she reminisced about one of her sessions with Roman. The squelching noises from her fingers filled the room along with her moans.

How many times was Roman going to make her feel like a horny teenager?

Thats how she felt as her fingers pressed against her spot, bucking against her own hand at the feeling. “Roman.” She moaned out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“C’mon baby, I know you can handle it, throw it back for me.” He encouraged, letting his grip on her waist go to watch her throw her ass back to him. The sounds of her skin clapping against his as she fucked him back filled the room, he had no doubt that whoever was near his locker room could hear them.

“Fuck Daddy, you feel so good.”

“So good, you gon cum for me baby?” He whispered to her

“Yes. M’gonna cum for you Daddy.” She moaned aloud, repeating her previous words to him as she continued to finger herself to ecstasy. A loud moan echoed throughout her room as her back arched from the bed as she came to the memory of her and Roman.

As her eyes rolled back into place and she panted while trying to catch her breath, only one thought cross her mind: how long was she going to be able to get over these sexual desires for Roman?

And halfway across the city, as he watched his wife succumb into slumber Roman wondered the same thing.

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Personally I like this chapter WAAYY more than chapter 3. I can’t wait to give you guys chapter five😭🫶🏾

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[balioc]

Holiday Engineering: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I wasn't actually planning to make a dedicated post about Christmas. In most ways, it isn't a helpful reference point for a would-be holiday engineer. The things that make Christmas really noteworthy, and most of the things that make it really good, are not things that are within your power to replicate.

But, judging by the notes on my last Holiday Engineering post, it seems clear that my take on Christmas is a thing that is worth discussing and explaining. And, moreover, this is probably a fine pretext for some discussion of what it means for a holiday to be good or bad.

To start with: no holiday is for everyone. No thing is for everyone. No matter what kind of festival you make, a lot of people are going to be annoyed by it, and a lot more people are going to be pretty indifferent.

That basic truth has a number of ramifications. One of them is that -- as with any other kind of design -- when you're thinking about holiday design in abstract conceptual terms, it behooves you to distance yourself from your own preferences and passions at least a little bit. The best thing for you isn't necessarily the best thing in general, and vice versa. It's important to be able to understand when your own idiosyncrasies are pulling you away from good craftsmanship.

I have a strong antipathy towards Halloween, for Reasons. But I have enough perspective to be aware that those Reasons aren't going to be relevant to most other people, no matter how important they seem to me; and, in fact, I believe that Halloween is generally a very well-constructed festival in an "objective" sense.

Whatever else you want to say: there are definitely a lot of people who really don't like Christmas. And it's worth talking about why that is, because some of those reasons are widespread, and they matter. But that, in itself, is not an indication of bad design or low-quality content.

So, without further ado: I believe that the modern Western instantiation of Christmas is probably the greatest holiday of all time.

The core of the holiday's excellence is its theme. The short and simple version of that theme is peace on earth and goodwill towards men, which is -- pretty much the best possible theme that a holiday can have, A+, no notes. It is a high ideal of human living, so obvious that anyone short of a Spartiate can appreciate its value, rendered so straightforward that a tiny child can understand it. But in fact the situation is more complex than that, because Christmas is a complicated holiday, and it's worth digging a bit deeper.

Christmas is, in theory, God's birthday. Which is to say, it is a festival celebrating the entrance of the sacred into a profane world. It is something more than the commemoration of a mystery or a miracle; it is a commemoration of the fact that we get to have mysteries and miracles. And so the essential nature of the holiday is a fully-general "this is the special-time and the sacred-time," but that thing isn't just a bare assertion, it's fully rooted in the myth. The holiday spirit of Christmas is the spirit of everything that humans really think a holiday ought to be, put in a blender. Which tends to work out to something like, well, light and love and joy, letting our worldly strivings and animosities fade away in the face of the celebration, peace on earth and goodwill towards men. Christmas truces can develop spontaneously because Christmas is the festival, the moment at which it becomes powerfully obvious that there is something more powerful and more profound than whatever-you're-fighting-over-this-week.

And, crucially, this is framed in a deeply universal way. At its deepest roots, Christmas is all about Jesus, which just by itself raises a lot of hackles in certain quarters...but who is the Jesus of Christmas? He's not arguing with Pharisees or cursing fig trees or talking about how he came to bring the sword. He's not even tending to the poor, or dying horribly for your sins. He is a baby. The cult figure of the festival has no agenda, no politics or judgments, only wonder and potential and promise. The miracle of the season is often described as "a child is born," which is the most universal kind of celebratory event known to humanity.

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At this stage of its development, Christmas-as-she-is-practiced is really three almost-distinct holidays, each with its own vibe and its own canon of traditions.

Christmas A is the religious festival celebrating the birth of Christ, the one with the angels and the magi and the Latin. Christmas B is the not-necessarily-godly-but-solemn-and-sacred festival of peace and togetherness -- the Christmas of A Christmas Carol and "Good King Wenceslaus," the Christmas of fetishized family dinners. Christmas C is the tinsel-y consumerist holiday, the one that's all about how winter is fun and magical, with "Frosty the Snowman" for the kids and "Santa Baby" for the grownups and big holiday-sales displays for everyone.

(Crucially: Christmas C is still a real holiday, even just taken on its own terms, and has its own sacred narratives etc. Often these are weirdly romantic, but, well, at least in America, courtship is more sacred than pretty much anything else. See: appx. one hojillion Hallmark Channel movies.)

(There are also some more-minor quasi-independent holidays kicking around in there, like the remnant pagan stuff that you see in "The Holly and the Ivy." These are outside the scope of this discussion, but, y'know, they're interesting.)

This weird structure gives Christmas a lot of flexibility, because these three pseudo-holidays are capable of functioning more-or-less independently, but each of them is strongly connected to the others and therefore capable of providing reinforcement. If you don't want Christmas to be about Jesus, then fine, forget about him, there's still a practically-infinite amount of Christmas in which you can participate. But if you do want Christmas to be about Jesus, then your celebration of the nativity borrows sparkle and mojo from both Charles Dickens and the Coca-Cola Corporation. I myself have a strong dislike for the tinsel-y kind of celebration, for "Jingle Bells" and "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" etc. -- but not only am I capable of enjoying Christmas A and Christmas B, I am capable of enjoying a world made Christmassy in large part by people who are doing the Christmas C thing, and their celebrations are constantly shading into the things that I like more.

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Relatedly: Christmas is one of the vanishingly-few modern holidays that is capable of feeling like a festival in the old sense, in a more-than-tiny-and-localized context. By which I mean that it consumes and alters the entire world. It's not just a thing you might choose to do, it is a thing that is happening around you, it is a season of the world. It feels real, to me and to many, in a way that most lesser holidays don't, because it pervades.

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...and we haven't even yet touched on the actual-factual nature of Christmas's power, which is just pure snowball effect: because Christmas is what it is, because it is the biggest and most important holiday, it is constantly becoming more that thing as ever more people add to it.

I said in my last Holiday Engineering post that Chanukah had two decent songs. You could possibly talk me into raising that number to five, maybe even ten if you're willing to accept some real deep cuts. Christmas has amazing songs, and it has so fucking many of them, because "writing new Christmas bangers" is a thing that medieval monks did and it's a thing that top-shelf musical geniuses are still doing today. You can fill days' worth of soundtrack with excellent Christmas music even if all you like is sacred stuff in Latin, and the same thing is true if you hate sacred stuff in Latin but you love Mariah Carey and Taylor Swift.

"Classic Christmas movie" is a genre, and not a small one. Practically every noteworthy long-running TV show made in the West has done a Christmas thing at some point, and many of them have done Christmas things every season.

Christmas is not particularly a sweets holiday, but nonetheless there are a million Christmas candies and Christmas cookies etc., because 'tis the season and it's worth randomly doing that thing, in a way that it is not worth randomly doing that thing for any lesser festival.

Even myths and rituals accrue in this way. Eight flying reindeer with cutesy names? Awesome, that poem was cool, let's make that canon. A ninth reindeer with a light-up red nose? The kids will love it. Krampus? Sure, why not, let's (twist the Alpine tradition a bit and) give Santa an evil opponent in the form of a goat demon with a taste for kidnapping.

And all of these things provide foundation for future ones.

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(I am not going to spend a lot of time listing high-quality Christmas foods and drinks, explaining why Santa Claus is a punchy and compelling bit of myth, etc. I think you can probably construct those points on your own.)

(...I suppose I will take the time to point out, briefly, that in additional to everything else, Christmas has so many good and distinctive symbols. The manger scene, the magi on their camels, the Christmas tree, Santa in his sleigh, the wreath, the wrapped gift box, the colors red and green...)

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It is true, of course, that Christmas is a family holiday. And that alone is enough to ensure that many people, especially around these parts, despise it.

There is, of course, a version of Christmas suitable for wholly-independent adults. Which matters. You can have a very Christmassy Christmas, full of lights and festival music and gifts and myth, celebrated entirely in the company of your peers. But, yeah, the world kinda expects you to Go Home (if your family celebrates Christmas) and you'll have to deal with various kinds of trouble if you choose not to do that.

I refuse to deduct points for that. It is not inherently bad to be a family holiday; in the end, holidays are probably more important for kids than for anyone else; if for some diabolical reason I had to choose between having only family holidays and having only independent-adult holidays, I'd choose the former, even though I personally enjoy the latter more most of the time. The fact that you don't like spending time with your family is not a knock on the holiday, any more than your being allergic to cheese is a knock on cheese.

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It is also true that Christmas is kind of inescapable. As I said above, it pervades. Which means that, if you don't like it, you still have to deal with it quite a lot, and that's probably going to make you like it even less.

I don't blame anyone for feeling that way. But, like, that is inherently an outgrowth of the holiday's success and popularity.

Being popular doesn't necessarily mean that something is good. You can even be legitimately annoyed that something is over-popular or overhyped. In the end, however, anything is going to cater to the people who love it and not to the people who hate it, especially if catering to the people who hate it primarily means "existing less." This is double-plus true for a holiday, where (as discussed above), being really widespread and close-to-universally-adopted provides a power and a value all its own.

#holiday analysis

[chaoticbardlady99]

What about an astarion fic with a masc reader? I rarely see them, and I need it! He has me on my knees, honestly.

 One of Your Girls (Astarion x M! Reader) MDNI 18+

Title inspired by the song “One of Your Girls” by Troye Sivan

CW: Smut, fluff, dom! Reader, sub! Astarion, mentions of sexual trauma

Author Note- I wasn’t able to find a video with Astarion’s proposition that wasn’t translated from Greek so I had to try to recreate the scene from memory (I don’t need my boyfriend asking to read my smut- he wants to, I’m not fond of the idea, ya know how it is). 

I have also noticed that there is not a lot of Masculine Reader x Astarion fics. I want to reiterate that I am a woman, so if you are a male and you read this fic, please let me know what you like about the content and maybe give me pointers on male behavior if you feel I’m off  (please remember to be kind, I just want to learn, not be crucified). 

    

Astarion stands at the entrance of his tent- impatiently tapping his foot against the ground as some pink-hair tiefling attempts to flirt with him. His instincts say stop being distracted. Focus on the very obviously interested woman in front of him, but he just can’t. 

  He had spent the last two weeks since he had met you trying to get you into his bed. However, he had never met someone more dense in his life. 

  He flirts with you constantly, he sees the blush color on your cheeks when he does. He sees how you try not to sneak glances at him when he decides to join you at the river to clean off. He sees your interest in him when you talk, in the way your eyes shine when he makes you laugh.

 While Astarion was almost certain that everyone in camp adored you and practically drooled everytime you walked by- he had really felt like he had secured his spot in your bed. Secured your protection.  

 Yet here he is- drinking shitty wine, being talked at by some girl, and watching you talk to everyone else, but him.

  He sneaks glances at you while pretending to be interested in whatever the woman is saying. He takes in all the details of your face- a soft smile pulls on his lip as he watches you erupt in laughter. The tiefling talking to him huffs and says something to him. She must have wisened up eventually because he suddenly doesn’t hear her incessant chattering in his ears.

  You wander around camp- all 6’2 and 230 lbs of you. Your body is chorded with strong muscles and littered in scars- the majority hidden away by your clothing. 

 You unceremoniously stomp around camp, talking and laughing with your other companions. You catch him staring and flash him one of your brilliant smiles. He watches as you take three massive gulps from your wine glass.

 For a Barbarian, you are quite charming in your own oblivious way. You are funny, brave, and morally gray. Your general disposition is magnetic- you could (and did) convince a Gnoll to eat itself. You are impulsive and quick to jump into battle which infuriates Astarion, but you always stand right next to his side- making sure that no harm will come to him. Sometimes, to your own detriment! How have you not asked to get into his bed!?

  You turn to who you are talking to, say something,  and begin walking towards Astarion. Astarion envies the way you walk- head held high, confident, but with a genuine smile on your face. You aren’t confident in a narcissistic, pompous way. You are confident in a humble way. You don’t let your ego lead your life. People like you and want to fight for you. He could never be anywhere close to the man you are, but that is why he needs you. You can convince the others to protect him when the time comes.

  You stop in front of him. He pours more wine in your glass as you hold it out to him. You take a sip and he watches as you look at him. He sees the confidence you have waiver slightly. 

   Strange.

 You step closer to him and take his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. Astarion exhales sharply and you go to jerk your hand back, an apology on your lips when Astarion grabs your hand. While the act of intimacy had surprised him, it certainly wasn’t uninvited. He would never admit it, but your touch lights him on fire in a way he has never experienced before. You look at your intertwined hands and blush. Astarion fights back a satisfied grin.

  So maybe I’m not wrong, maybe you are interested.

 Astarion smirks at you as he watches the pleased blush spread across your cheeks.

 “Sooooooo,” you say with a slight slur, “are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

   Astarion scowls and rolls his eyes, “you know I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives and now that I’m here,” he pauses to take a drink, his tongue sticking out in disgust, “I hate it. This is awful.  I would have liked more for my troubles than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.”

  It’s your turn to roll your eyes and a throaty chuckle comes out of your mouth. 

 “Well at least it’s a celebration,” you sigh, “I am grateful to have something to celebrate for- even though the wine is truly terrible.”

 “I was just hoping to be more…. Entertained.”

“True, the goblin’s probably would have thrown a much more wild party,” you quip.

 “Well, we could create our own entertainment…” Astarion says while watching your reaction.

  You stare at him quizzically, “Like play a game?”

   Astarion had to fight the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.

 Astarion pulls together his composure for a smile before he says, “No darling, I mean sex.”

 You stare at him wide eyed and Astarion is wondering if he read the situation wrong. Then you move forward, sliding your hand up his jaw, into his hair, gently pulling it. Astarion gasps as you press your mouth against his, your tongue gliding across his bottom lip before you pull it in with your teeth. You pull back, your grip on his hair loosening and you look into his eyes with a confident smirk.

  You put your mouth against his ear and whisper, “like that?”

 Astarion nods- if he needed air, it would have been knocked out of him. Your lips on his were electrifying. 

 “Let’s find each other when everyone goes to sleep,” he says while looking up at you with hooded eyes.

 Your grin gets even wider, “Gods, I thought you’d never ask.”

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   Astarion feels you lift him up and wrap him around your hips- his back colliding with the tree. Your lips are on his hungrily, needy, but with restraint as he feels your erection grow. Astarion makes quick work of your shirt and begins to move to the laces of your pants. 

  You palm him through his pants and he gasps against your lips. After your pants are off, you and Astarion work on his. When they are off, he throws them unceremoniously. You smile nervously at him.

 “I’m not very good at the whole, removing clothes thing,” you say with a breathy chuckle as you kiss down his neck, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. 

  Astarion moans and growls, putting his head into the crook of your neck. 

 “I’ve noticed. I’ve only been trying to seduce you for the last two weeks,” he manages to gasp out.

 “Well then,” you say with a lustful grin, “let me reward you for waiting so patiently.” 

    You set him down on his back and begin to kiss along his neck and down his body. One of your fingers glides into him and he stifles a moan. You put your mouth around the head of his cock as you pump your finger and then add another. Your mouth moves up and down- your rough tongue applying pressure in all the right places. He cums into your mouth while looking at you.

  It feels good, but Astarion is desperately trying not to dissociate. Yes, to an extent this feels significantly different and maybe even makes him feel happy? It just doesn’t erase two hundred years of being degraded and used. 

  He feels your mouth leave his cock and your fingers aren’t inside him anymore.  You don’t go to kiss him. He looks at you with confusion. You stare back in concern.

 “Astarion,” you start, “ if you aren’t into this… we don’t ne-”

 Astarion panics and grips your hair, pulling you towards him before crashing his lips against yours. You pull away to ask him again, but he beats you to it. He will not lose his protection- his only hope of freedom.

 “Of course I want this, “ he hisses against your lips, puncturing your lower lips with his fangs, “I just need you inside me already, darling.” 

  You still look unconvinced when he wraps his hand around your cock, stroking it. Your gasp sounds like music to his ears- the concern in your eyes fades and becomes replaced with lust. You kiss him hard on the mouth before you flip him on his stomach. Astarion gets up on all fours.

  Saved it. 

 You pump yourself- using the precum as lubricant. Astarion feels you press into his entrance slowly before slipping inside of him. He moans as he hears you release a quiet hiss.

  “Hells, “ you moan, tangling his hair in your fingers as you slowly rock your hips, “you feel so fucking good. Are you going to be good for me?”

  When he nods, you pull out and slam into him. Astarion cries out in pleasure as you hit that perfect spot inside of him.

 “I said, “ you growl, “are you going to be good for me?”

    “Yes,” he chokes out, tears pricking his eyes as you fill him up. You feel absolutely perfect inside of him.

 That was all you needed before you began to pound in and out of him- your hand snaking around his waist, jerking him off as you praise him for being so good for you. 

 Astarion is a moaning, screaming mess around and underneath you. He has never had anyone pay so much attention to his pleasure and as his second orgasm of the night rips through him, he feels you reach your release inside him. You collapse on top of him, using your arms to prop yourself up as you kiss his shoulders and his neck before rolling over, pulling him close to you. 

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   He feels you begin to relax into sleep with your arms around him. 

 “Will you stay?”

  He hears you say quietly- the confidence in your voice not there. He turns around in your arms and looks at your hopeful, nervous face. He smiles, the look on your face snapping him out of the trance he was in. Astarion nods and presses a chaste kiss on your mouth before turning around again.

  Once Astarion is sure you have fallen asleep, he fights back the urge to cry. He knows it’s different- being with you felt like nothing he has ever experienced before, but he still couldn’t shake the tainted feeling in his chest as you held him close. Not because he doesn’t want to stay here in your arms, but because the reminder that all he was created for was sex; suddenly became too heavy of a burden to bear.

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x you #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion acunin #bg3 #tav #astarion x m! reader

[shegxox]

the beauty of language: french lessons. | chamber

in which: you admire your colleagues' language and wanted to learn it.

c.w: not proofread, other than that it's a chill chapter wih a '👀' at the end.

w.c: 1,653

a.n: this will be a mini-series with a...plot?? i think.. idk I'm just planning everything otw 💀 also, reader will be based on my oc so that the reader will at least have a character built around them. enjoy! ++ oc visual here

next ♡

WHEN you first came into the valorant headquarters and met everyone, you were pleasantly surprised at how diverse its members were. You even thought that maybe Brim was going to pick one or two agents from every country that there was in the world. It pleased you that you didn't have to worry about whatever accent that comes with your English because almost everyone had their own, and that somehow made you have this appreciation and admiration for other foreign languages.

It started with Chamber, his accent is pretty evident, and still, he sounds so elegant and rich. It was probably the first thing that attracted you to him (in an admiring way, of course), and one afternoon on a day off you caught him in an almost rare sight of lounging around the common area for his afternoon coffee. The man's usually either in missions, cooped up in his workshop, or somewhere around the base where the two of you just couldn't cross paths.

"Ah, bonjour mademoiselle!" Chamber called out in delight as he saw you passing by, and you gasped in surprise.

"Chamber, hello!" You smiled, approaching the entrance to the balcony that was overseeing the sea. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"

The man's chest flutters at the sound of your voice. You were one of the people who he enjoys being with. Other than you being able to go along with his 'personality', You weren't as wary of him like the rest of the protocol, and you've expressed your genuine trust in him. It may have been a risky decision on your part– and he himself thought that you were too trusting, but he greatly appreciates it. Whenever you're around, he feels comfortable and warm inside.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself when he noticed at least five rose buds subtly growing around your head the moment you saw him. He finds it fascinating how your feelings are somehow connected to your radiant abilities.

"I'm perfectly alright, ma chérie." He replied, "Still handsome and well dressed, no?"

You let out a short giggle to his reply. "Who else other than you?"

Chamber presented the empty chair next to him.

"Please, sit. Have a cup with me."

"Oooh, my pleasure." You took the offer and sat by his side. Chamber gracefully poured you a cup, and the scent of the coffee almost instantly hits your nose.

You took in a deep breath, "Mmm, that smells wonderful."

"Indeed it is." The man agreed. "Care for some treats?" Chamber motioned his hand to the tiered stand of mini cakes and tarts.

"Oui, oui." You answered playfully, making the man chuckle in amusement.

"Impeccable french you have there." He comments, handing you strawberry tart.

Perfect, you were eyeing that one.

"Well, I learned from the best." You winked.

"You're welcome." He replies smugly, and you smirked.

"Oh, I meant from Ratatouille."

Chamber huffed a laugh. "Ah, forgive me. Of course, who am I compared to a chef rat?"

You squinted your eyes at him playfully. "His name is Remy, you uncultured swine."

The two of you shared a hearty laugh before finally taking a sip of your coffee. Tasting the right amount of bitterness and a hint of sweetness in the drink.

"Ah, speaking of french." You set your cup down. "I was actually planning to learn it."

Chamber's left eyebrow quirked up in amusement, there was a glint of glee in his eyes.

"Oh, really now?"

"Yeah," you nod with a smile. "I'm intrigued by it. But mostly because whenever you talk in french, you sound so rich and lovely."

Chamber was slightly taken aback; that definitely fed his ego yet, at the same time, felt genuinely flattered. Don't get him wrong; this was not the first time someone complimented him (obviously), but he doesn't exactly know why he felt his heart skip a beat at your words. Maybe because you were so blunt about it most of the time that it catches him off guard.

"I wanna sound rich and lovely, too." You joked before taking a bite from your tart. "But seriously, your language is beautiful, and I would love to learn it."

Chamber gave you a charming smile. "Ma chèrie, you came to the right person!"

Your eyebrows shot upwards, giving him a look.

"Huh?"

". . .What do you mean, huh?"

Were you not practically asking him to teach you? Chamber thought, confused as well.

Your eyes widened, and a growing smile started to stretch the corners of your mouth.

"Wait... You can teach me??"

"Of course, I can." Chamber waved his hand mindlessly, furrowing his eyebrows. "Who else but me, no?"

"Oh," You laughed sheepishly. "I was thinking duolingo, but you'd be better!"

"Please," He scoffed a laugh. "The real deal is right here in front of you, give the owl a rest, yes?"

You gave him a chuckle, "I suppose you're right. But are you sure? I mean, I know you're a busy man and all, I don't want to take up your time and stuff."

Chamber shook his head

"Nonsense, ma chérie." He assured before saying in a flirty tone. "It would be nice to see your beauty more often, no?"

Your left eyebrow raised and you smirked. "Oh really now?"

"Do you not feel the same?" Chamber challenged, mirroring your expression, leaning over just a tad bit closer to you.

You hummed, looking straight into his eyes through his glasses before ever so bluntly saying,

"Well, I do miss seeing your face every now and then."

Chamber's jaw clenched, and his hand that was under the table gripped his knee hard, almost faltering. He pushed a smug smile on his face and forced out a laugh that almost seemed nervous.

"Well, there you have it then!" He could feel his cheeks getting hot. "When would you like to start?"

You smiled. "If you're not doing much today, would it be alright to start now?"

His gloved hand trailed over to yours, lifting it and gazing straight into your eyes.

"It'd be an honor to teach you, ma chérie."

Without breaking his gaze, he placed a kiss at the back of your hand.

You simply smiled in his direction, not at all fazed by his actions since you knew that's just how he is. Retracting your hand from his hold, you clapped once, feeling excited about your future lessons with the man.

"Wonderful! So how should we start?"

Chamber hummed thoughtfully, taking hold of a croissant on his plate.

"What are some words or phrases that you know so far?" He lifted his hand and pointed it in your direction, levelling the bread to your mouth. Subtly telling you to take a bite.

"Well, other than oui and bonjour I know. . ." You took a bite of the croissant, looking directly at the man.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"

Chamber felt something crack within him as soon as he heard those words, the croissant in his hand fell on the table.

The poor man froze again for the second time.

Well, you definitely had the pronunciations right. . .but. . .

The man swallowed thickly.

". . . You do not know what that means do you?"

You let out a carefree laugh, completetlyignorant of its meaning.

"No idea. Just heard it from a song somewhere ."

Chamber mentally sighed in relief.

"Alright, well take that off your list for now." He cleared his throat, trying to regain his cool composure.

"What, why? What does it mean?"

"You will know soon."

"Just tell meee."

Chamber looked away, pushing his glasses up in position. "Learn it yourself on the way, ma chérie."

You gave him a confused look, taking note of his ears suddenly turning a shade of red. 'Is he okay?'

He suddenly turned and shot you a sharp look. "But don't go around saying those words to anyone, am I understood?"

"Oh, uh– yes. . . Sir?" Maybe the sentence that you said was something rude?

'Oh well.' You shrugged it off, you'll learn what it means soon anyway.

Chamber took a quick shot of his coffee before clearing his throat again.

"Now we'll start at the basics, you may learn on your own when I'm away but only with the material that I will give you, am I understood?"

"Oui!"

"That's a good girl."

- - - -

On the other side of headquarters, a team had just arrived from a two-week mission.

"Where's (y/n)?" A particular agent asked as soon as he stepped out of the Vulture. Both his arm and hands are full of souvenirs that he brought from the country where the mission took place. His left hand held a bag full of snacks and little trinkets, while his right arm cradled a big and round stuffed toy penguin.

"I believe she's in the common room," Sage replied to the man with a gentle smile.

The man returned a kind smile to Sage.

"Thank you."

The man didn't even bother putting his things down as he hurriedly went over to where you could be, gifts still tight in their hold.

He finally arrived at the door to the common area with the eagerness to see your face, but as he entered, he immediately catches your familiar form sitting and laughing.

Laughing with someone else– with Chamber.

"Gaia."

He calls out your agent name aloud and saw you whip your head in his direction. His chest tightened at the sight of your growing smile and delightfully took note of the roses that started to bloom on your head the moment you saw him.

"Sova!"

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[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader meets Steve while he's on the run and sticks by him, thick or thin. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

5. Reversal

Warnings: swearing, angst

When Scott Lang showed up at the compound, almost a year after her miscarriage, Y/N was starting to think she might be pregnant since she had some symptoms but she didn't want to tell Steve yet and get his hopes up. A home pregnancy test the next day came up positive but she wanted to wait for a blood test. She was able to get in to see the doctor while Steve and the team were working on their plan to reverse the snap, Y/N was having blood drawn and an ultrasound.

With the blood test results and ultrasound picture in hand, she headed towards the compound from Stark Tower. When she was halfway home she saw an explosion, then another and she knew it was at the compound. As much as she wanted to go make sure Steve was ok, she knew she would only be a liability and didn't want to risk the new life she carried, so pulled over at a diner and watched from afar.

As she watched, she heard birds and saw people appearing out of nowhere and she realized whatever the plan was must have worked. That gave her hope but the ongoing fighting meant something must have gone wrong. She knew Thanos was dead but someone wasn't happy about the Avengers activities.

When the activity seemed to have calmed down she tried to call Steve, then Nat but both went to voicemail so she left them both a message and ordered a lite dinner. She ate then waited for Steve to call while watching the news with everyone else in the diner.

Once the diner closed she still hadn't heard from either of them and was unsure of what she should do. She decided to get a room at the motel near the diner and hope to hear from Steve. Thankfully the time on the run had her in the habit of keeping a go bag in the trunk of her car.

She slept fitfully, her worry for Steve crept into her dreams and every time she woke, she checked her phone to make sure that she hadn't missed any calls or messages.

In the morning, after the expected bout of sickness, she showered and went back to the diner. While she ate a light breakfast at the diner she decided that she should just go to the compound to find out what happened.

Her stomach fell as she approached, the place looked totalled, and her eyes filled with tears because she couldn't imagine everyone had survived the fight that caused that kind of damage to the buildings.

There was a group of well armed agents at the front entrance who checked her id against a list of names before opening the gate manually and allowing her in.

She drove past what was left of the Avengers residence and saw Steve talking to a crying Pepper with Bruce and Clint nearby both red eyed. Bucky and Sam were arguing about something stupid.

Y/N felt her heart pounding out of her chest at the sight of her fiance and quickly pulled over. She was so anxious and excited that she fumbled with the door before she stumbled out and called his name.

Steve looked up and felt some relief that she was ok but realised that he hadn't thought about her once since early the day before. Between the fight and seeing her, his mind had been distracted. He felt a little guilty but couldn't get Peggy out of his mind.

Y/N walked over to him as quickly as she could, getting around the debris that was everywhere, and practically threw herself at him. She felt more tears and wondered when she would run out.

Steve hugged her back but she noticed how tense he was and pulled away

"Steve? Are you alright? I've been so worried, what happened?" She looked around, smiling at Sam and Bucky "Whatever you guys did must have worked"

Steve nodded, still tense "Yeah, it worked but we lost Tony and Nat."

She pulled him close again "Oh Steve, I'm so sorry." The tears fell down her face, she had become good friends with Nat over the last 5 years. She didn't know Tony as well but she liked him and thought of the family he left behind.

Steve squeezed her and felt a few tears fall down his face before he pulled back. "Need to find a place to stay tonight, Pepper said you can stay at the cabin with her and Morgan but it's not safe for you here." He kissed her on the top of her head and walked away.

"Steve! Wait. Where are you going to stay? Why don't you come with me?" She didn't mean to whine but she was feeling very insecure and afraid to let him out of her sight.

He turned around and smiled "I'm sorry sweetheart but we need to secure any sensitive materials here and it's too dangerous for you. I'll call you." And he was gone.

Y/N went to the cabin with Pepper and helped take care of Morgan. She didn't know her very well but tried to be supportive and what she thought she would need if she ever lost Steve. She also helped clean and held Peppers hand while she made arrangements for a memorial.

She didn't hear from Steve until a few days later when he came up to the cabin for Tony's memorial which fed into her insecurities. He was still obviously tense but she shrugged it off as repressed emotions over the loss of his friends. They stood next to each other but felt miles apart. She tried to grab his hand to hold but he pulled away every time so she wrapped her arms around her waist in a weak attempt to comfort herself.

As everyone talked and ate she stood apart, not feeling like she was really part of the family and not wanting to intrude on their grief. Her morning sickness didn't limit itself to the morning so between that, the anxiety and grief, she couldn't eat. She found a seat in the shade on the outside of the crowd and sipped on a bottle of water.

Bucky noticed that Y/N wasn't with Steve, who was talking to Sam and Clint, so went to make sure she was ok. He wondered if Steve had told her anything about the last few days but doubted it. The whole time they had been working on cleaning up the compound Steve hadn't shut up about seeing Peggy.

Bucky had tried to ask him about Y/N, the woman that had been by his side for the past 6 years but Steve just brushed him off.

After looking for a good 15 minutes, Bucky found her, sitting by herself. "Hey Y/N. Are you alright all by yourself here?"

She gave him a strained smile "Of course. I don't really know anyone very well and Steve seems to be fine without me." and stood up "I was thinking about going to lay down for a bit, I've had a headache since I woke up."

Bucky looked concerned "Can I get you anything? I can see if Pepper has something for the pain."

She shook her head and looked at him sadly "No but thank you for checking on me, Bucky. I doubt he will notice but if Steve asks I'm in the cabin."

"Why wouldn't he notice, doll?"

She shrugged "I don't know, he seems distant. I'm sure it's grief." And headed inside.

Steve didn't notice and that night Bucky asked him about it as they set up a temporary camp in some of the rooms of one of the older buildings but Steve blew him off, insisting it was nothing. They talked for a couple of hours before crashing around midnight.

Y/N woke up when the sunlight came through the guest room window and hit her face. She smiled in the light before she remembered the last few days and the smile fell. Steve had practically been ignoring her since Scott showed up at the compound.

She shook off the bad feelings and told herself it would be a good day. Maybe she would have some alone time with Steve and could tell him the news. Pepper had figured it out already thanks to morning sickness but she promised to keep it to herself.

Y/N thought maybe her and Steve could talk about plans for the future. Maybe finally get married. She got up and took a hot shower after her stomach calmed down, then went to make breakfast for Pepper and Morgan.

After they ate she went looking for Steve and found him dressed in a quantum suit, getting ready to return the infinity stones.

She called out to him and he looked surprised when he saw her there. "Hey, Y/N, I didn't expect to see you this morning."

She smiled at him "I know things have been crazy but I was hoping we could spend some time together after you return the stones."

Steve kissed the top of her head then pulled away to look at her, he examined her face "You know I love you, right sweetheart?"

She giggled nervously, unsure of the look in his eyes "Of course I do, I've just missed you."

Steve looked away "I know, just let me finish this last thing. I promise we'll spend some time together." and stepped up onto the platform when Bruce was ready.

She smiled at Bucky who looked uncomfortable as Steve disappeared and didn't return when Bruce called his time. Bruce was panicking until Bucky pointed over at an old man sitting on a bench by the lake.

Sam turned to look at Y/N, then the old man with concerned eyes.

Y/N looked where Bucky was pointing and furrowed her brow at the older man. She felt her heart stop and started shaking her head, whispering

"Nnnoo, no. It can't... Hhheee wouldn't...." She looked to Bucky, her eyes filling with tears and begging him to tell her it wasn't what it looked like but he just shook his head sadly before looking at the ground.

Steve walked up to her "Hey sweetheart."

She looked at him in horror, feeling like she couldn't breathe. "Steve? What did you do? What's going on? Why...."

The words caught in her throat, it was obvious what happened but she didn't want to believe what she was seeing.

The heartbreak was washed away by anger and she clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms..

Her voice rose "Answer me, Steve? What the fuck did you do?"

Steve stepped towards her and tried to take her hands but she pulled away from him "Sweetheart, I-"

She snapped "Stop calling me that dammit! What did you do?"

He looked at her sadly "I went back to where I belong. To the love I lost when I dove into the ice all those years ago. I've sacrificed so much, I deserved that much."

She started picking at her fingernails before she looked at him "Peggy Carter." She stayed coldly "After more than five years together you went back for a woman you kissed once?"

Her voice went higher "I went on the run to be with you, followed you all over the earth. I became a fugitive for you! And after all that you leave me for a woman you kissed once decades ago?

What about What I deserve, huh?

You Fucking Bastard. Don't look for any forgiveness here. I hate you Steve Rogers."

He reached for her again and she backed up then stumbled on some tree roots, making a soft "Oof" when her backside hit the ground. After a moment she scrambled up and looked around to gain her bearings. She saw Steve talking to Sam and shook her head again before turning around and breaking into a run until she found her car. She clumsily tried to open the car door, cursing as she sobbed until she finally opened the door and slid in. She saw Sam striding towards her and quickly started the engine, throwing it into gear before peeling out and away from the compound. Away From Steve.

Sam stopped when she pulled away, shaking his head as he walked towards Bucky. "I'm guessing Steve didn't tell her?"

Bucky shrugged "I thought he did but it sure didn't look like it. Maybe we should give her some space and call her later."

Both men tried to call her, even asked Pepper to try but Y/N never answered their calls or texts and less than a week later her cel number was disconnected and they lost her.

Chapter 6

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #the wrong one

[venus-haze]

I’ve Got a Crush on You (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: You’re a performer in Hank Snow’s traveling show and become friends with Elvis when he joins the troupe. Elvis starts crushing on you, but figures he doesn’t have a chance because you’re dating your performance partner...right?

Note: This is based off of an anonymous request. The reader is feminine but never explicitly referred to as being a woman. I’m not sure if the requester wanted it to be more yandere or not, so I apologize if this isn’t what you had in mind! I hope everyone likes it regardless. I listened to the Frank Sinatra song of the same name and Elvis’ The Girl of My Best Friend almost nonstop while writing this. The reader and their partner’s act is based on Stan and Molly’s act in Nightmare Alley (the original one). Do not interact with my blog or content if you are under 18 or post ED/thinpso content.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: None.

The seemingly endless corn fields of the Midwest were finally behind you, replaced by the Gulf Coast swamps that made you desperately roll down the car window to get some relief from the humidity. Sensing your discomfort, Walt, your close friend and performing partner, handed you a folded map to fan yourself with. 

The breeze from the moving car and your makeshift fan did little to cool you off. You felt like you were sticking to the leather car seat with each passing minute. There was still at least an hour until you’d get to the motel and be able to cool down with a shower. 

“Why can’t we tour the South in the winter and just spend the summer in New England?” you lamented, wiping sweat from your brow.

Walt shrugged. “Ask the Colonel.”

A car pulled up next to yours, and you saw it was the one Elvis and his band rode in. The car kept pace with Walt’s, and you leaned out the passenger window to talk to Scotty, who was driving for this stretch of the trip.

“Where you bums headed?” Scotty shouted.

You laughed. “Same place you are! Hey, you know if the motel’s got a pool?”

“Think so,” Elvis responded from the passenger seat.

“Thank god, I’m about to melt!”

“See y’all there!” Scotty said, sending their car flying past yours and farther up the road.

You settled back in the seat, smiling at Walt. “They’re fun. I’m glad they‘re here.”

“Don’t think it’ll stay that way for more than a few months. Seems like every town we go to, more people are showin’ up for Elvis than anyone else,” Walt said.

“Can you blame them?” 

He grinned in response. You never pried when it came to Walt’s preferences. It didn’t matter to you, personally; he was your friend regardless of who he was attracted to, but you got somewhat of an inkling when the two of you had first watched Elvis’ performance at the Louisiana Hayride a few weeks before, equally entranced by the way he moved. 

The Colonel had recruited Elvis and his band, the Blue Moon Boys, to be part of the traveling show after that. Of course, Hank Snow was top-billed in each backwater town the troupe set up in for the week, but Walt was right, people were flocking to see Elvis. Even Jimmie had started to emulate Elvis more than his own father.

As the sun set on the horizon, you welcomed the cooler night air. It was still sticky, but at least now you weren’t sweating as much. You turned up the radio, kicking your feet along to the songs that played on the local station for the remainder of the drive to the motel.

Some of the performers had trailers they stayed in while on the road, setting up at whatever local fairgrounds the show would be held for varying lengths of time. You and Walt, along with some of the other performers opted to stay in motels when you could. Hank wasn’t exactly pleased that two unmarried people would be sharing a motel room, but it wasn’t like you and Walt were together, anyway. It had become an inside joke among a handful of the performers, since you and Walt were promoted as a uniquely connected psychic married couple, ‘The Otherworldly Wonder of Y/N and Walt’.

Hank was nice, if not a bit too old-fashioned for your liking, but you owed your livelihood to being part of his show. It wasn’t what you wanted to be doing for the rest of your life, but few others had the opportunity to travel the country so extensively while they were young. Most of the people who came to the shows had never been more than a few miles of where they grew up.

When Walt pulled into the motel parking lot, you saw Elvis’ car already parked out front. You noticed the swimming pool, illuminated by a few lamps that didn’t have blown out bulbs. A few people were hanging out poolside, but you couldn’t make out any faces.

“Will you get me something to drink after we check in? I wanna go in the pool,” you said, when Walt parked.

“Sure,” he said.

You dug through your bag, handing him some loose change. “Get yourself something too. If you wanna shower or something, don’t rush. I’m not dying.”

The check-in process went quickly, and the desk clerk informed you that the pool was open until midnight, giving you plenty of time to enjoy yourself. Grabbing yours and Walt’s suitcases, you rushed to the room. You pulled your bathing suit out of your bag, quickly changing into it and grabbing a towel while making a beeline for the pool. 

“Hey Y/N!” Elvis called out to you as you ran over. 

He was there with Bill and Scotty, sitting on one of the lounge chairs while they swam.

“The party’s here!” you announced, throwing your towel to the side and jumping into the pool.

Elvis watched as you swam with Bill and Scotty. The three of you decided to have a cannonball contest, with Elvis judging.

“C’mon, Y/N, he’s gonna let you win,” Bill protested.

“I can hold my own when it comes to cannonballs, thank you.”

After about fifteen minutes or so of cannonballs and subsequent arguing over whose were best, Elvis decided it was a draw. 

Not long after, you climbed out of the pool, grabbing your nearby towel and wrapping it around the bottom half of your body. Taking a seat on the lounge chair next to him, you laid back and closed your eyes for a few minutes. He let himself look at you, really look for the first time since he’d met you. Your skin seemed to glitter as the moonlight reflected off of the water droplets that clung to you. Though your eyes were closed, he could picture them perfectly, bright and playful. Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

You turned to him, laying on your side. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure.”

“What’s with you and pink Cadillacs?” 

He laughed. “I just like ‘em.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, my mama used to work at a hospital, always saw people drivin’ up in their pink Cadillacs. I’m gonna buy her one someday.”

“Your family means a lot to you,” you observed aloud.

“They’re everything.”

You smiled. “Good, hold onto that. Not a lot of people can say the same.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“It’s complicated,” you said with a shrug, “but I have Walt, and everyone else in the show. Spending all these hours on the road with the same people, you get really close—or you can’t stand each other.”

“I hope I’m in the first category.”

“You’re one of my favorite people.”

“Yeah, me too. I really—“ 

Before he could finish his thought, Walt sat with you on your lounge chair, handing you a soda. 

“My hero,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Elvis looked away, not out of any sense of decency, but because of how much he wanted you to be like that with him. You were right, being on the road and performing with the same people for weeks on end could either make or break bonds. In the few months he’d been part of Hank Snow’s outfit, the slight crush he had on you when you were first introduced had snowballed into him finding even the smallest excuses to spend time with you or playing you new songs before anyone else heard them. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Walt. He was a great guy and had been a lot friendlier to Elvis and the band when they first joined the group than most of the other people were. From what he could tell, you and Walt were happy together and rarely argued, if you did it was never over anything big. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder—what if?

He went to sleep that night wondering if he should take a chance and make a move. At the same time, he didn’t want to ruin your friendship and have you out of his life forever. Not to mention, the unnecessary tension it’d cause, especially if you went and told Walt. He could hold his own in a fight if he had to, but he didn’t want any of that on the road. He couldn’t believe he was losing sleep over a crush.

He regretted not sleeping better, though, because the following morning was a lot of last minute set up before the carnival opened in the afternoon. Everyone pitched in, which made things easier, and you sat with him while eating lunch next to the ferris wheel. Your act went on earlier than he did, so he didn’t see you again for the rest of the afternoon.

Your and Walt’s act was a sort of ‘mind-reading’ trick, wherein people would write questions or statements on cards, and Walt would read them out to you for answers. The trick relied on how Walt pronounced or emphasized certain words, signaling the answer for you. It was always a hit, and you didn’t feel too bad about all of the people who would come to the show seeking ‘enlightenment’. The more people who believed it, the more money you made.

“Will this man’s father recover from the illness he’s currently afflicted with?” Walt asked, reading from the card.

You put your index fingers to your temples, gazing into the distance until your vision went out of focus. Dramatically, you gasped, pulling your hands away from your face. The crowd looked at you with bated breath for your response. “Your father will recover, but it’ll be a tough road. You’ll need patience.”

The crowd murmured among themselves, and the man in question nodded, contemplating your answer. You and Walt continued this routine for the next hour or so, ‘answering’ as many of the questions as you could in the time given. Sometimes, in bigger cities, you and Walt would put on your show two or three times a night. This small town, however, would only get to experience ‘The Otherworldly Wonder of Y/N and Walt’ once.

Toward the end of the show, you noticed Elvis standing in the back of the crowd. You gasped loudly, as if suddenly assaulted by a vision. “You, young man in the back,” you said, pointing to Elvis.

The corners of his lips upturned. “Yes?”

“You’re looking to purchase a new car, not for yourself, though, no,” you said. 

He shook his head.

“For your mother! A pink Cadillac?”

“Well, you must be the real deal,” Elvis grinned, playing along.

The crowd erupted in chattering and applause, and you sent a wink his way. He knew he was blushing and hoped you couldn’t notice as much from the other side of the tent.

“Hey! What are the winning lottery numbers!” a man shouted from the crowd.

You laughed. “Now, if I knew those, I wouldn’t be up here.”

“Thank you all for your time,” Walt announced, signaling the end of the show.

“Have a wonderful rest of your evening!” you said to the crowd.

The two of you bowed before disappearing behind the curtain. You and Walt hugged, celebrating another successful show. You’d been at it long enough to work through any hiccups in the performance without anyone seeing through the facade. 

“Nice thinking with Elvis,” Walt said as the two of you changed out of your stage clothes and into casual wear.

“I’m lucky he was sweet enough to play along,” you said. “I gotta find a sink to wash this gunk off my face.”

The intense eyeshadow and long false eyelashes had become a staple of your performance attire, drawing attention to your ‘vision’ even for people farther back in the audience. It was always a pain to apply, though, and even more of a pain to remove without looking like a raccoon for a few hours. You put your stage clothes back in the costume trunk after you changed.

When you walked down from behind the stage, you noticed Elvis leaning against a post, waiting for you. “Say, what are those winning lottery numbers, anyway?” 

“Well, since we’re alone,” you said, lowering your voice.

You hadn’t noticed the suggestive tone you’d taken on, but Elvis did, feeling his mouth become dry as you gave him what he could only describe as a ‘come hither’ stare through your dramatic eye makeup. Before he could say or do anything, Walt walked out, throwing an arm around you.

“Thanks for bein’ a good sport back there,” Walt said kindly.

Elvis nodded. “Yeah, ‘course. Y’all always put on a good show.”

“The way people go crazy over you? We’re okay,” you said.

“When are you playin’ tonight, anyway?” Walt asked.

“Should be ‘round nine.”

“We’ll be there to cheer you on.”

“If anyone throws you panties in my size, let me know,” you joked.

Walt groaned. “Y/N, Elvis doesn’t wanna hear that.”

You held your hands up in defense. “C’mon, I was just kidding! See ya later, Elvis.”

“See ya,” Elvis said, as if he could think properly after mention of your panties.

Before he knew it, Scotty was calling for him to join the rest of the band to practice before their show. He could faintly hear Hank Snow’s set while they made sure their instruments were tuned and had the setlist in order. The uproar of cheers and applause was the cue to go on stage, becoming near deafening as he approached the microphone. He scanned the crowd for you. When he caught your gaze, you waved excitedly at him. 

He snuck glances at you throughout the show, smiling as he watched you and Walt dance together. The slightest guilt snuck up on him, who was he to ruin what you already had? Then he saw it, the hungry look in your eyes that almost everyone else in the audience had while watching him perform, except it was you. Seeing the confirmation that you were at least attracted to him gave him the confidence he needed to decide that for better or worse, he’d tell you how he felt. 

The show was only in the Alabama town for the day, as they were headed for a week-long stint in some mid-size city in Florida that Elvis had never heard of. While everyone was checking out of the motel, Elvis approached you, helping you with your suitcase.

“Y/N, you wanna ride with me this time?” he asked. “If it’s okay with Walt.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. I’ll let him know that Bill and Scotty will be riding with him,” you said. 

Elvis waited by his car, fidgeting with the keys while he waited for you to return. It’d be at least eight hours to the next town you’d be performing in, eight hours alone with you. Running back over to him with a smile, you gave him a thumbs up. With that, he put your suitcase in the backseat of his car, and you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat.

“If the radio signal sucks, you’ll sing, right?” you asked.

He smiled. “If you want me to.”

“Nah, I’ll let you have a break.”

The drive seemed to fly by, the two of you talking nonstop for hours about anything and everything. You admired his profile as he drove, the sun giving his skin a golden glow and shining off of his freshly dyed hair. When he’d revealed to you that he dyed it with shoe polish, not long after you first met, you nearly fell over. You’d never heard of anyone doing that before, but it worked really well for him.

Spending time with him was always fun. He was charming to no end, constantly complimenting you and offering to help you with things, especially when Walt wasn’t around. You knew he could easily have his choice of just about anyone in his general vicinity who breathed, so you figured he wouldn’t be interested in you, but appreciated the friendship that you had.

“I’m starvin’,” Elvis said as the sun began to set low over the Florida marshes. “Darlin’, would you look at that travel guide in the glove box and see if there’s anywhere to eat comin’ up?”

You grabbed the travel guide, following with your finger where you were on the route. “There’s a place called Betty’s Diner about five miles from here. We should see a Texaco station and then it’ll be about a mile past that.”

“Anything you want, it’s my treat.”

“Thanks, Elvis,” you smiled.

Just as you’d read in the travel guide, you could see the glowing neon sign for the diner just about a mile past the gas station. Your stomach began growling as soon as you smelled the greasy diner food.

“I’m sorry for your wallet because I’m ordering one of everything,” you said when he pulled into the gravel parking lot.

“Hell, I’m fixin’ to do the same,” he agreed.

The two of you walked into the diner, a somewhat run-down but charming little place that you knew would hit the spot. The waitress led you and Elvis to a booth, handing you menus and leaving you to order. You stared at the menu, trying to decide what you were going to order. Everything looked so good, and you were becoming worried you were going to make Elvis broke with what all you were going to order.

You were still contemplating what you were going to get when the waitress came back to ask what you wanted to drink.

“What do you recommend to eat?” you asked her. “I can’t decide.”

“Cheeseburger with the works and fried egg on top. Goes really good with a side of hashbrowns,” she said.

“I’ll have that.”

Elvis nodded. “Me too.”

The waitress left with your drink and meal orders, and you started digging through your bag.

“I told you I’m payin’,” Elvis scolded.

“I know. I’m gonna go check the jukebox,” you said, holding up the nickel you found.

He watched as you scooted out of the booth and over to the jukebox in the corner. You flipped through the song selection, grinning ear to ear when you found exactly what you were looking for. Dropping the coin into the slot, you made your selection. A few seconds later, ‘Baby Let’s Play House’ began playing throughout the diner, and when you looked back at him, he shook his head, trying to bite back a smile.

“You ever heard of this guy?” you joked as you slid back into your seat.

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?”

“I’ve been told,” you smiled.

He was about to speak when the waitress set the food down in front of you. Her recommendation was spot on, and you and Elvis ate in near silence, not realizing how hungry the hours on the road had made you. Being with you made him feel at home, he wanted every drive, every meal, to be with you. When you smiled at him, big and beautiful, he couldn’t hold in his feelings any longer.

“I gotta be honest with you, Y/N,” Elvis said, holding your hand from across the table, “I like you a lot, and I know you’re with Walt, but I could treat you so good if you’d let me.”

“Elvis,” you began.

He felt a lump form in his throat. This was it, you were letting him down gently. He almost wished you’d call him a jerk, throw your soda in his face, and storm out of the diner.

“Walt and I aren’t together.”

“But your act—“

“Is just that, an act,” you said. “The Colonel says the show sells better if Walt and I are promoted as a couple.”

“So you’re single?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Well, there is this guy.”

“Oh?”

“Dark hair, dreamy eyes, lips to die for,” you said. “He’s got this voice that drives me absolutely wild.”

He grinned. “Sounds like a keeper.”

“Yeah, too bad Hank is married,” you sighed wistfully.

“What?” Elvis nearly shouted.

“Elvis, I’m kidding.”

He cleared his throat, nodding. “I knew that.”

“But do you really think I have a chance?”

“Y/N–”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you laughed. “I like you a lot too, and I think you should kiss me right now.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to step in on Hank’s territory.”

You let out a cackle at this, drawing the attention of some of the other people in the diner. 

Giggling, you attempted to give Elvis a bashful smile. “Please?”

“I don’t think I could ever say no to you,” he said, getting up from his side of the table to sit next to you.

He took a moment to study your face, how your eyes sparkled even under the bright diner lighting, your kind smile that seemed like it was reserved especially for him, and your lips that were begging to be kissed. To his surprise, you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his and pulling him closer to you. He steadied himself by placing a hand on your hip, deepening the kiss. He swore fireworks were going off in his brain while kissing you, he’d never felt a connection like that with anyone else before. Far too soon for his liking, you pulled away, leaving his lips chasing yours.

“Too bad we’re in public,” you said.

He looked wildly around the diner for the waitress and waved her over. “Can we get the check now?”

#elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis #elvis 2022 #austin!elvis

[geralallfandoms]

|DARYL DIXON|

Blue-eyed crossbowman heart.

Warnings: none

Daryl Dixon x fem reader

"Why are you still mad at me?! I'm trying to do things right and you don't like anything!"

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady! Do you think you're in charge here? You're going to do what I say and how I say it! Learn a little more from your sisters and stop being so ungrateful! Your mother would be very disappointed about you." His last words were enough to bring tears to your eyes and make your heart ache.

The uncomfortable glances of the others fell on you, so you quickly took your things and left the house. When you were a few meters away it was impossible for you to contain your sobs. You furiously threw the backpack to the ground, not caring what was inside.

You turned around and you could see how everyone left and went back to their activities while Maggie and Beth stayed hugging at the entrance, you shook your head and it was enough for them to go back inside.

You were furious.

You hated that whatever happened was an excuse for him to blame you. You hated that the arrival of Rick's group had ruined what little peace of mind you'd managed to get. You hated that it was Shane's fault that the barn had been discovered. You regretted too much for having said that at some point that, that would happen and that they were no longer sick, that they were dead, because even if you were right, you knew that would upset your father.

And now you were practically alone. With two shirts and a jean in the backpack, a knife and three bullets.

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You cried for hours, the sun began to fall and the cold made your skin itch. You wanted to leave, to be able to leave everything behind and leave, find another group, build a new life... but you couldn't. You couldn't leave behind your sisters, the two people you loved the most.

You arranged your things against one of the trees, and you sat down so that you were looking directly at the house. Branches snapped behind you, and you spun around to find Daryl.

You didn't talk to him much, well, you had hardly talked to anyone, since you spent most of your time outside the house, with the animals or doing things on the farm, so you had practically not talked to anyone, but you had noticed his presence.

It was hard not to notice.

His blue eyes darted around the place, he fidgeted, shifting from one leg to the other swinging his crossbow in his hand. "Did my sisters send you to find me? To persecute me?" you asked furiously.

You knew it wasn't his fault, but you needed to vent, and Daryl had been the first victim to fall. "Of course not. I'm not the errand boy for this group anymore." He answered with a strong and confident tone. "You're near my camp, I heard noises and I came to see what it was."

You had already seen enough of Dixon to know better than to pick a fight with him, so you just decided to ignore him. You were gathering your things to go somewhere else when he spoke again. "You can spend the night in my tent if you want...it's just starting to get dark and it will be too cold." His blue eyes never left yours and it was hard for you to hold his gaze.

The crossbowman was right so, without taking your eyes off your backpack, you nodded your head and started walking behind him to his tent. Despite the thin fabric, it felt twice as warm inside here as outside.

Daryl removed a couple of clothes from the cot and tossed them on the sleeping bag. "Don't worry…I can sleep in the bag." You said while he bent down to pick up his things, but he was faster and taking your wrist lightly, he stopped you, making the two face to face, only a few centimeters away. You brought out an inner strength that you did not know and you looked into his eyes, you went down through his nose, you ran through his full and pink lips to return to his eyes, but the curses and the screams of just a few hours ago made you bow your head again in sorrow . At that moment you will completely regret having accepted, of having looked at it so much and giving space to questions that you did not want to answer. "No need to be ashamed...it's not like my family was one of the best." He said in a nonchalant tone, making the tension lessen a bit.

Thousands of questions went through your mind, but you decided not to ask them. "Thank you, it's just...it's too much. A lot of things are happening together and after so much time struggling to find peace of mind, everything just..." you moved your hands in search of the perfect word, but your throat had closed and your hands tears began to form, your chin trembled involuntarily and the pressure in the chest was increasing. At that moment you wished you hadn't been in front of him, because you didn't want to show him weakness, you didn't want to show him that you were a little girl who cried because her father had scolded her, but you couldn't control it.

You had spent a lot of time searching this moment the right place, time, and person to vent, because even though Daryl might be judging you, he was just a stranger after all. One who could have laughed at you or simply ignored you, but instead, slowly approached until he stood in front of you for a few seconds, scanning your entire face as you had done, he saw how your shoulders trembled and how your head bowed every time more, and with just two steps he managed to get it to rest on his shoulder while he wrapped his other hand around your back until he was fully embraced.

Your body tensed up at first, he seemed like a rude boy so his actions confused you a bit, but when you saw that he didn't seem to show any signs of letting go, you simply took advantage of the situation. You let his hand scrub your back, giving you the tranquility and comfort that you had sought so much, you let the silence of the tent clear your mind and his strong and warm arms hold you.

And it was then, when you thought that, although you had lost part of your family, you had gained a new one. You had won the heart of the blue-eyed crossbowman forever.

(Apologies for mistakes or spelling mistakes, english is not my first language!)

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[gossamer-green]

i love that the core of the last few episodes of riptide has essentially been “look how scared the albatrio is.”

look how scared jay is of her family. back in the block, facing her father, she froze up. she just barely managed to move and speak enough to beg him to spare her friends’ lives. after that, she decided that she wants to restore honor to her family name. that means standing against everything they’re doing now.

but on the callnch shell with her grandma, she can’t move, she can’t speak, she can barely even breathe. she’d known she was still afraid, but she was really going to try and fight against that fear and stand her ground. but she can’t do it. and she's ashamed of being such a coward. if she freezes like this next time she has to face her family, her friends are doomed. if she begs like she did with her father, it will do nothing. and that time is fast approaching.

look how scared gillion is of not knowing his purpose and not being able to protect his loved ones. his life has been filled with fear, but now that all he thought he knew has started well and truly falling apart, he’s more afraid than he’s ever been. more terrifyingly aimless than he’s ever been. all he knows for sure right now is that he doesn’t want to be unable to protect those he cares about ever again. he even recently got a new set of armour so he could lessen and conceal his fear for his friends by inspiring fear in their enemies.

and now he’s learned that even the refuge he relied on growing up is gone, too: his sister has gotten involved with dangerous people for his sake, and he can’t do anything about it without endangering her further. she’s asked him to trust her and not reach out, but he can’t trust himself not to, so he has to destroy the one way he has of contacting her. in doing so, he destroys his way of contacting everyone else outside of his crew, including the people he’s supposed to aid in a war soon. it’s a stupid decision, but he makes it because he doesn’t know what else to do. he never knows what to do. what is he supposed to do? what can he even do?

look how scared chip is of facing what took everything from him and the full truth of what it’s done. chip is visibly haunted by the hole in the sea ten years after the fact. he’s been searching for arlin ever since they were separated by it, and now even has a magical compulsion to find him. but...all this time, he’s also been afraid of finding him. he’s been afraid of arlin seeing what a failure he’s become. and then, at the same time he gained his magical compulsion, he gained the knowledge that what's become of arlin is something to fear as well.

the moment jay tells him that they’re looking at the entrance to the black sea, he decides to leave. and he doesn’t want to come back. he’s not ready. even if he becomes more confident in physically taking on whatever keeps all outgoing travelers from returning, he probably still won’t ever be ready for what’s beyond that. but he’ll have to make that journey eventually anyway. and the black sea will be waiting for him. because the secret phrase never changes.

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #chip jrwi #jrwi spoilers #gossamer thoughts #whew boy been a while huh #i once again wrote way more than i intended to going in rip

[sassyfrassboss]

SASSY!

1. Yay, you’re back for this mess!

2. Why July again? I forget why people speculated for this month specifically, but fingers crossed. I hope she’s not just messing with everyone. But tbh, this feels a bit different and I think they can’t keep up the facade anymore. I’m kind of surprised she’s throwing in the towel already because we know that barnacle can CLING. I knew that f’ing leech was just waiting for useless titles for her meal tickets, so… may this backfire like everything else does too! Couldn’t happen to a more deserving con artist! I hope forensic accountants will be ALL OVER her ass in the divorce because you just know she has hidden (stolen) money. I hope her and Doria get to share a cell together :)

HAHA! Sorry! I like to make an entrance!

So rumor is that they are broke...like broke broke. There was an article yesterday or Sunday that they are looking to go back to the BRF because they are facing serious financial issues. We all know she would rather DIE than go back so I think it is his way of feeling out his family. I think he is wanting to go back and she is refusing.

As for it being announced in July, well after Wimbledon the royal family tends to be on summer holiday so there isn't a lot of royal news which means Meghan would be able to dominate headlines until the royals return to work in September. Also, I figured she would wait a couple of months after their anniversary to lay the ground work on there being issues in the marriage.

Now that Spotify has cut ties, HW is on strike and Netflix is unhappy with them, Meghan has used Harry for about everything she could at this point. Her kids have the titles announced by KC and she can probably make enough $ on her own plus whatever support Harry will have to pay out to her.