#or better yet y i can’t accepT that someone actually likes me
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I’ve been here before lol. I just had to let you know, your virgin Bucky stories live rent free in my head. I hope one day to see him become… not a virgin 👀 if you feel like writing it of course ❤️
Pairing: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, loss of virginity, slightly sub Bucky, soft!dom reader, riding, multiple orgasms (both), overstimulation, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (Don’t do that), copious amounts of cum, like so much, Bucky has a big dick, cumming untouched, cumming in boxers, ball riding (I know, there’s something wrong with me), crying during sex (Bucky this time, not reader lol), crying after sex, aftercare, Bucky is so sweet, taking care of Bucky, washing Bucky’s hair (This is a warning), my limited ass vocabulary (It’s a warning), actual brain rot, no use of Y/N, check tags at the bottom
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: This has been in the works for so long but I took so damn long to finish it. I would have never guessed that so many of yall would be so invested in this story and Bucky’s journey. This is not the last you will see of these two, don’t worry. I think we should give them each a nickname. Leave a comment on what each of their names should be. Legit just had them call each other baby this entire fic. If I end up giving them nicknames, I’ll go back and put them in for all their stories. Anyway, enjoy!
As you slowly open your eyes, feeling the warmth and comfort of Bucky's embrace, a sense of safety washes over you. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around you. As you turn to face him, you see that Bucky is already awake, his deep blue eyes gazing at you with adoration and love. You can feel the rhythm of his breathing, steady and soothing against your skin. In this moment, nothing else matters except for the love and contentment you feel in each other's arms
"Good morning," he whispers, his voice husky with sleep. The sunlight filters through the window, casting a gentle glow upon his face, accentuating the lines of worry etched there.
With a small smile, you shift closer to him, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. "Good morning," you reply softly, tracing circles on his chest.
Bucky's fingers instinctively tighten around you, as if afraid to let go. "Last night... I didn't mean to let go like that" he admits shyly, his cheeks flushing a rosy hue. "I didn't know I was into that." Bucky felt embarrassed, not being used to letting go and having someone else take care of him. It was such a foreign feeling, yet he loved it, being able to trust someone completely, trusting you more than he does himself. Your heart swells at his vulnerability.
"Oh Bucky, it's okay. I liked it, I liked taking care of you. There's nothing to be ashamed about."
Bucky's eyes soften, relief flooding his features as he takes in your words. "You liked it?" he asks, his voice tinged with both surprise and hope.
A gentle nod escapes you, your fingers continuing their soothing motion on his chest. "Yes, Bucky. I enjoyed every moment of it," you reassure him, your voice filled with sincerity.
He exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "I've never let myself be vulnerable like that before," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared of losing control."
A tender smile graces your lips as you cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. "Bucky, being vulnerable doesn't mean losing control. It means trusting someone enough to let them in, to share yourself completely." Your words carry the weight of understanding and acceptance.
He gazes at you, his blue eyes reflecting a mixture of desire and hesitation. "I don't want to disappoint you, you know? You've been with experienced men before who knew how to pleasure you. I'm not sure if I can do the same for you." The poor thing was terrified of letting you down. He loves you so much, but what if he can’t please you? Would you leave him for someone better? How many people would even want to be with a man who knows almost nothing about pleasing a woman?
Your hand reaches out to cup Bucky's cheek, your thumb brushing across his rough stubble. His skin is warm and soft under your touch. As you sit up, your hand still resting on Bucky's chest, feeling the faster beat of his heart under your palm. His skin is warm and smooth against your fingertips, a reassuring and comforting touch.
"Last night you gave me the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced with a man. Those other men? They think that one trick that worked on one woman will work on every woman. But you, my love? You listened to me and my body, which is more than most men can say."
Your voice softens as you look into Bucky's eyes, seeing the raw emotion and vulnerability that lies within them. "Bucky, I don't want to give you the impression that you're not enough. You were amazing last night, and I’m glad that you trust me enough to share that part of yourself."
His eyes soften, a look of gratitude and relief washing over him. He leans in to kiss your forehead, his hand brushing against your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. "Thank you," he whispers, the words feeling like a heavy weight finally lifting off his shoulders. He takes a deep breath, and you can see a newfound confidence and determination in his eyes. "I want to learn, to be better for you. To make you feel the way you felt last night, every time."
A smile tug at the corner of your lips as you lean in to kiss him gently. "I believe in you, Bucky. And I know that you'll learn and grow, just like you did last night. And I’ll be right there to show you how." With a reassuring nod, Bucky pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss, his hands cradling your face. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.
Slowly, he pulls away from the kiss, leaving behind a trail of electric energy on your lips. "I want to make love to you today," he whispers. "I want to give you everything I have, and show you just how much I care." Your heart swells with love for the man who would give you anything.
“Are you sure, Bucky? We don’t have to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable doing. I’m perfectly fine waiting for you, however long it takes.” You cup his face, staring into his eyes, seeing determination yet anxiety in his eyes. He wants to do this, have you be his first and only, he’s sure of it.
“Yes. I want more, I want everything with you. Last night, making you feel good, it sparked something in me. I want to do it again. Fuck, you looked so sexy when you came.” Just at the thought of the taste of your pussy and the image of you writhing on the bed in pleasure makes his cock throb, filling with blood. The feel of your naked breasts pressed against him is doing nothing to stop it either.
“If you’re sure, baby, we will. You want to follow my lead or experiment by yourself?” The thought of you trusting him enough to let him do whatever he wants to your body makes him whine, bucking his hip into your bare core, the boxers doing little to hinder the feeling on his sensitive dick.
“Want to follow you, please.” As you take the covers of the pair of you, Bucky’s eyes go right to your tits, hands moving on their own accord to cup them. You’re proud that he was comfortable enough to touch you without hesitancy.
You roll onto your back, Bucky following without a second thought, hands still on you, Bucky sits on his knees, admiring the view of your spread pussy. “I want you to finger me. You remember how, baby?” Of course Bucky remembers how, he remembers how much it made you moan and wiggle on the bed, how you were clenching on them when you came, how fucking tight you got. Bucky nods, right hand moving to your pussy. He needs to use his right hand, needs to feel how wet and tight you are.
Thumb moving to your slit, he gathers the wetness that has been pooling there since you felt his hard cock through his boxers and drags it up to your clit, rubbing it just the way you taught him, the small gasp that leaves your lips lets him know he’s doing it right. His eyes can’t leave your pussy, memorized by the wetness leaving it. He trails his middle and ring finger down and slowly enters you, cock somehow getting even harder at your feel.
His metal hand comes down to rub your clit as his fingers speed up, wanting you to cum so fucking bad. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so fucking well. Making me feel so good.” Bucky can feel his heavy balls pulling up, cum about to burst from his cock, hips thrusting in the air, meeting nothing. Heat creeps up his cheeks, he knows he’s going to cum before you without even touching anything. He wants so fucking bad to jerk his cock, coaxing his huge load out, but he can’t leave your pussy.
You clench tights around him, your orgasm building up as well. Bucky can’t handle it, the way your head hits the pillows, eyes closed in pleasure, moans getting higher in pitch. Within seconds, Bucky’s cock bursts, cum pouring from his tip, immediately soaking the front of his boxers, leaking down until it lands on the bed, his moans louder than yours. At the sound of his pleasure you cum, clit twitching under his fingers, waves upon waves passing through you.
As you come down from your orgasm, you realize that Bucky is still cumming. “Baby, why won’t it stoppp, fuckk, please, feels so fucking good, shitt, please.”At his words the last of him cum dribbles out. The sight of his flushed cheeks and the soaking wet boxers almost makes you cum again. Sitting up, you push Bucky off the bed until he stands, taking off his underwear and pulling him back onto the bed, laying him down.
“You still want to do anything else, baby?” You desperately want to have his cock inside of you, have him cumming that much in your pussy, letting it leak out all over his balls down to the bed, but if he doesn’t want to go any further you’ll stop, no questions asked.
“Oh fuck yes! Want you to ride me please.” The whole of his sentence comes out as a moan, cock still sensitive and hard, ready for you to take it however you please. Straddling him, you grab him lining him up with your pussy. You look at him and at his nod, you start to sit on him. As soon as the tip breaches you, he cums, and he cums hard. “OH SHIT! FUCK, YES! FUCK I’M CUMMING!” He’s practically screaming, but he can’t find it in himself to care, the most intense orgasm of his life coursing through him.
Hands flying to your hips, he pulls you all the way down, bucking into you with so much force you have to grab the headboard. “ OH FUCKING SHIT! DON’T FUCKING STOP! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” It’s not like you could even if you tried, only option to take his assault, and fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing. Your moans almost match his in volume, pussy still trying to adjust to the size of him, balls slapping against your ass. After a few seconds, you already feel his cum being forced out of you to make room for his cock. His cum now all over both of your sexes, his balls, your ass, and the bed.
His orgasm lasts minutes, the amount of cum leaving his cock never slowing down, hips never stop slamming into yours. During his orgasm, you cum too, the sight was so hot you couldn’t help yourself. When your pussy was clenching around him so tight he somehow got louder. Eventually, he orgasm abated and his hips stopped, laying limb on the bed.
Shame washed over him, at how much he lost himself to his orgasm, how rough he was with you. “I’m so sorry, baby. Please tell me you’re okay. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“Fuck, Bucky, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” Bucky’s eyes widen, not expecting you to be so turned on by his orgasm. His cock was still rock hard inside of you, giving you an idea. “What position do you want to do next?” Bucky almost cums again at those words, he knows what he wants, but is almost embarrassed to ask. However, his cock is thinking for him, washing away his inhibitions.
“Can you ride me?” You just smile and start to pick up your hips but he stops you. “From the back.” You throb at that. He wants to watch your ass bounce on him.
You pull off, hissing at the empty feeling and turn around. You grab his cum soaked balls and you feel them twitch in your palm. Pulling them up you turn your head to Bucky. “Do me a favor and close your legs for me.” He doesn’t ask a single question and does so immediately. You let his balls fall on top of his legs and put his cock right back in, not waiting a second to start bouncing, grinding your clit on his slick balls at the end of every bounce.
“Oh, fuck. How does your ass move like that, shit. Looks so sexy.” His hands ghost over your cheeks, not knowing what to do with the sight in front of him.
“Smack my ass, baby.” He groans, and lays a light slap to your right cheek. “Harder, Bucky. Leave your mark on me.” His Oh shit is ignored as he slaps you a little harder, still not hard enough, cock pulsing at the sight of your ass bouncing, feeling it move under his hands. “Don’t be a little pussy, baby. Give it a slap like a fucking man.” Maybe it was a little mean, but you needed to feel his hand coming down on you. His near constant moans get louder, clearing enjoying the degradation. The next slap is hard. “Yes, little harder, baby. Fuck! Just like that, keep going. Don’t stop, want your handprints all week.”
He keeps going, smacking you harder each time. His balls rubbing on your clit pull up and he cums once again. This time, though, he pulls out, jerking his cock, cumming all over your ass. “Fucking shit! Wanted me to mark your fucking ass? Well I’m fucking doing it. Cumming so much. Maybe I’ll just stick my dick in your ass and cum in there too.” You don’t know where that came from, but it makes you ride his balls faster, ass jiggling as he continues to cum on it. “That’s so fucking hot, keeping moving that fat ass on me.” You really don’t know where his dirty mouth is coming from but you don’t care because holy hell is it hot.
Seconds later, Bucky can’t take it anymore and shoves his cock back in your pussy, spreading his legs back out and planting them on the bed so he can fuck up into you. With your ass moving so much with his thrusts, his cum is going everywhere. Bucky lands a hard slap to your cheeks, smacking his cum into them, spreading it all around.
Just like before, he cums for minutes, cum flowing out of your pussy. The entire of both of your hips and your ass and the bed is completely drenched with his cum. When he’s done he pulls you off his cock and spins you around so you’re facing him again. “Baby, my cock is still so fucking hard, I don’t know what to do.” You coo at him, setting your hand against his cheek.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” Instead of slipping his cock back into you, you grind against it, with every roll of your hips his sensitive tip rubs your clit. “Does this feel good, baby?”
“Uh huh, so good.” You see his adam's apple bob and his bottom lip wobble. The feral part of his brain that was fucking you earlier is gone, now your sweet boyfriend is left. He’s not even looking at the way his tip pops out between your folds, no, he’s staring right into your eyes. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him, every part of your body touching his in some way.
You rest your forehead against his and meet his gaze, tears spilling over and running down the sides of his face. You gently wipe them away but they keep coming. One of his hands goes in between your bodies pushing his cock back inside its home, your warm walls enveloping every inch, both of you gasping. Bucky can’t decide if he wants to keep going or stop, a twinge of pain biting its way up his cock, but you just feel too good. He can’t leave your pussy, needing to cum one last time. The slow grind of your hips never speeds up, gently fucking him, no, making love to him.
Bucky tries to kiss you but the pleasure you’re giving leaves him putty in your hands. The kiss is sloppy and wet, but one of the best kisses you’ve ever had, feeling the words neither of you can get out at the moment. The hairs at the base of his cock rub your clit, building up your final orgasm, Bucky not long behind, trying to hold out for you.
“You’re okay, baby. Want you to cum for me, not far behind.” Any restraint left in Bucky’s body disappears, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he cums for the last time.
“Fuckkk, baby, love you so much, please, I need you to cum for me. Need it so bad.” The slow roll of his tears before shifts to full on sobs, pleasure too much. You pull yourself off his cock, knowing that it’s now too much for him. “No, no, I need you to cum, please.” Your hand trails down your body, fingers rubbing your clit, the sight of you makes Bucky whine, and pull you down into a kiss, where you cum, moaning into his mouth.
You roll the both of you over, placing Bucky’s head on your chest, lightly scratching his scalp, tracing shapes on his back with your other hand. When his tears subside, Bucky is the first to speak. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
You feel a lump form in your throat. Of course you would always take care of him. There is nothing that you wouldn’t do for him. “I love you so much, Bucky. I could never hurt you, only want to give you the best in life. After all you’ve done for me, it’s the least I could do.” Bucky doesn’t say anything after that, not knowing what to say, not being used to such unbridled love.
A few minutes pass before the amount of cum and sweat surrounding you gets uncomfortable. “Come on, baby, lets get cleaned up.” Bucky whines but complies anyway. “Get the shower started for me? I’ll change the bed.” He nods and heads to the shower. You work as fast as you can to get the sheets off and a fresh set on. Still naked you run to the washroom and throw the soiled sheets in the wash and start it before running back to the bathroom.
Bucky is waiting outside of the shower for you, eyes still red from crying, almost shying away from you. Grabbing his hand you lead him into the hot water. “You did so good for me, Bucky. Made me feel incredible. You know, if that was your first time, I’m going to need help from the gods to handle you when you practice more.” That gets a small smile from him. “Don’t get all bashful on me, big man, after you rocked my world back there.”
“Stop it, baby.” His words hold no heat to them, secretly loving your complements. “You did too, rocked my world, you know? Didn’t know it could feel that good. There isn’t anyone else I would rather do that with.” He’s going to make you cry one of these days, saying all this sweet shit to you, and you know he means every single word of it.
“Yeah? How do you feel? Feel okay? I know that was a lot for you.” He dips his head down when you reach for his shampoo, letting you wash his hair, then grabbing the soap and lathering the wash cloth, running it along his body. At the feeling of your soft hands on his body, taking care of him after he gave himself over to you, Bucky can’t respond, too caught up in your love. “Bucky?” Your hands stop, fearing the worst at his silence.
“Feel so good, baby. I…” Bucky chokes up, tears resurfacing. He doesn’t know why he’s crying. You pull him to you, hugging him until he stops. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just, you make me feel so safe, I can’t control myself, I just feel, you know?” You know because he makes you feel the same way.
“Yeah, I do, baby, I do.”
“Can I wash you?” After you took care of him, Bucky wants to do the same for you, never wanting you to feel like he was using you. You nod and Bucky takes extra care to get all of his cum off of you, cleaning you up just like you did to him. By the time you’re done in the shower, the water’s cold. Bucky takes a towel and wraps you up first. Before he can reach for his, you take it and dry him off.
“What do you want to do now? We can cuddle, get something to eat, watch a movie, whatever you want.” You know how important aftercare is, especially when Bucky was feeling so vulnerable after his first time.
“Can we just cuddle?” He looks almost scared to ask you for such a simple gesture.
“Of course we can.” Taking your hand, Bucky leads you to the bed, foregoing clothes. You pull the blankets up and let him rest his head on your chest, listening to the beat of your heart and steady breathing. Not too long after you hear his light snoring and know he’s asleep, you following soon after in the arms of the love of your life, excited to experience all of Bucky’s firsts with him, seeing him grow, not only in experience, but also confidence.
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The Master of Flirting | Bc
Pairing: Chan x Reader
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, language
Word Count: 2k
Summary: The reader and Chan forge an unlikely connection and bond and venture into territory that is unfamiliar to both.
A/N: This thought came to me while Chan was sending messages on bubble Sunday. I’m completely delulu. You can join me or not. Whatever floats your boat. I’m not picky. Inspiration hit, and I had to pump this out. Maybe there will be more. We’ll see.
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「© August 13, 2023 by mysweethannie」
Sunday Bubble Messages from Chan.
Channie: I heard that supposedly I’m the master of flirting.
Y/n: oh? Is that so?
You knew how Bubble worked, but it was always fun when Chan got into these playful moods on Bubble. You couldn’t help but feel like you were having a conversation with him.
The notification buzzes on your phone. You chuckle and open the app.
Channie: makes no sense
Y/n: Very few things in this life make sense, if we’re being honest.
Channie: I don’t even know what flirting is.
Y/n: me either, frankly. Can I get a dictionary definition please? It may help clear things up for both of us.
The messages continue in the app, and you can’t help but chuckle at how adorable he is. He proceeds to tell STAYS they’re pretty and that that isn’t flirting, it’s just facts. He even goes as far as to remind everyone they’re perfect, and bless him he knows the right things to say to make anyone giggle like they are something special. Eventually the messages die down, and it makes you wish there would be a Chan’s room to look forward to. Damn do you miss those.
You flip over to instagram and scroll through your fyp and some of the messages from your roommate spamming you with videos they found funny. Right before you’re about to return to your scrolling, you notice you have a request to receive a message. Your account is private, so it’s rare that anyone ever requests to message you. Everyone you want to have access to you there already has it. Curiosity wins over though and you click on the small request box.
You stop dead in your tracks.
gnabnahc wants to send you a message.
This has to be a joke. Chan only started his account a couple weeks ago. It’s sad that he must’ve been hacked already. How does that even happen, you wonder to yourself.
You can’t help but click on the message though, curiosity eating away at you.
Bang Chan: flirting - as defined by the dictionary - to behave as though attracted to or trying to attract someone, but for amusement rather than with serious intentions.
What the hell? You think to yourself. Wait. How would a hacker know what you said in Bubble. Better yet, how the hell would someone find your insta from Bubble?
Then you remember you use the same username and picture in both Bubble and Instagram. What. An. Idiot. You can’t help but think.
You click accept on the message and open up the chat. There is more there and your mouth continues to gape as you read on.
Bang Chan: Damn. That definition is kind of harsh. I’m not sure that clears anything up for me. Hahahahaha
Okay. That’s definitely Chan. There is no way this is a coincidence. You think carefully before doing anything. You click on the profile and it takes you to Chan’s official instagram. These messages are coming from the account that he just started weeks ago. Your mind is racing at the thought.
You hop back over to messages quickly.
Y/username: to be fair, I think it accurately describes me. 😂😂
You see his username pop up immediately as he starts to type.
Bang Chan: You mean you actually flirt for amusement with no serious intentions? I’m wounded. *clutches chest dramatically*
Y/username: Christopher. You can’t tell me you don’t do the same damn thing. Be honest. You’re delulu but not seriously that bad, right?
Bang Chan: delulu? Whatever do you mean?
Bang Chan: Okay, fine. I’m caught. But I do mean the things I say when I tell STAYS how proud I am of them. And how beautiful they are. And that I love them.
Bang Chan: I guess flirting makes it feel a little less lonely sometimes.
You’re surprised at the honesty coming from him. And you still can’t believe this conversation is happening.
Y/username: In a crowded room, surrounded by people but still feel alone.
Bang Chan: exactly.
Y/username: why me?
Bang Chan: what do you mean?
Y/username: like how did you find me? Are you really Bang Chan? I have so many questions. *laughs nervously*
Bang Chan: hmmm
Bang Chan: first, your username and picture are the same in Bubble and Insta. I kind of shot in the dark on that one. But even your quotes were the same, so I took a chance. I always see your replies in Bubble. You’re funny. And sometimes I feel like I’m just talking to you. And I wanted to actually talk to you for once.
Y/username: Wow. I—
Bang Chan: second, I’ll prove this isn’t a joke.
Immediately you get a bubble notification. Chan has sent another message. You open the app and it’s a selfie and a picture of him in the studio, clearly it’s current. He is sitting in the chair you’ve seen hundreds of times in the room that has become so familiar to STAYS.
Shortly after that, your notification dings in instagram.
Bang Chan: *video sent*
You watch the video.
“Hi!” Chan giggles on the screen. He is wearing the same clothes as the selfie he sent on Bubble and is sitting in the studio.
“This is the craziest thing I’ve done in a long time,” he laughs nervously. “Maybe ever,” he amends, smiling so bright his eyes disappear into tiny slits. “I hope this is proof enough, yeah? Cause I really like talking to you and uh,” he laughs again, looking away from the camera for a moment. “And I’d really like to keep talking if that’s okay, yeah?”
The video ends there. You sit staring at your phone, absolutely dumbfounded. You can’t believe this is happening to you.
Y/username: okay. You’re really you.
Bang Chan: I’m really me
Y/username: hullo *runs and hides in the corner*
Bang Chan: okay, you’re too cute. Don’t get shy now. You’re always the funniest responses in Bubble. This isn’t different.
Y/username: okay, but to be fair I never in a million years thought you’d ever actually SEE my responses there. Even if it did feel like sometimes you were responding to me, I wasn’t about to think that was true or remotely possible.
Bang Chan: well, think again? I guess? Because I definitely was gearing my conversations towards you on multiple occasions over the last few months when I sent messages. And honestly, I needed to actually talk to you because, well, I wanted you to know we were talking.No real way to do that on Bubble without it being weird and the company jumping on my ass, so now you know.
Y/username: now I know.
Bang Chan: so tell me about yourself. I know you’re the same age as me. I recall you live in the states. You’ve said that on Bubble a time or two. *smiles* You love rainy days. You melt when I sing, especially if I’m singing with Han or Seungmin. You’re a sucker for a good rap line.
Y/username: you remember all that? Hell you saw all that?
Bang Chan: told you I was paying attention. I’m nothing if not honest.
Y/username: duly noted. Honesty is the best policy after all.
Bang Chan: let’s see. You’re really beautiful. You said once you loved singing which I’m dying to hear.
Y/username: correction: not beautiful. Just kind of exist. Also, trust me, I’m nothing compared to you guys in the vocal department. You don’t want to hear me. nope. no way.
Bang Chan: don’t say that about yourself. Please. And can I please hear your voice? You’ve heard mine. It’s only fair.
Y/username: *glares*
Bang Chan: *sends picture*
He is pouting at the camera, his eyes big and pleading and you can’t help but smile.
Y/username: you’re kind of a little shit, you know that?
Bang Chan: me? Never? *sends picture*
This one he is smiling big, his eye disappearing he is smiling so big.
Y/username: god. And you’re cute. Fine.
Bang Chan: fine? do i win?
Y/username: *sends video* You send a video of you singing a verse from “Iris” a Goo Goo Dolls song.
“And I’d give up forever to touch you.
Cause I know that you feel me somehow.
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be.
And I don’t wanna go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment.
And all I can breathe is your life.
When sooner or later it’s over.
I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.”
Bang Chan: oh my god. That was fucking incredible.
*sends video*
“Seriously, y/n. Your voice is incredible.” He smiles brightly. “I really am blown away. Damn. I—…” he laughs, covering his face, his ears turning red. “I know this seems crazy, but I really wanna meet you, yeah? I just, feel this connection. I know this is crazy. God, what am I doing? Any chance you can come to KCon? I’d get you VIP tickets, hell, I’d pay for your flight at this point. And you could stay where we’re staying. Meet the boys, god, Chan, what are you doin?”
The video ends there and you’re stunned. You can’t believe what just happened. Your mind is racing.
*audio call from instagram Bang Chan is calling*
You don’t know what you’re thinking when you hit accept. The little phone turns green.
“Hullo? Y/n? Ya there?” Chan’s voice comes through your speaker and shakes you from your trance.
“Yeah, I’m here. Hi,” you chuckle, your voice squeaking a bit.
“Hi,” he responds and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I meant everything I said in that video. I know it’s crazy and I— well I had to say it. Take a chance.”
“You meant it?” you asked, still unsure and in disbelief at the course of events over the last hour.
“Every word,” he assures you. “In fact, I maybe already have the ticket and am currently looking at flights,” he admits.
“Holy shit, Chan. Seriously?”
“I know,” he laughs nervously. “I don’t know what’s getting into me.”
“I like it, whatever it is,” you chuckle. “God, I just don’t want to massively disappoint you because that feels like that will happen. Since we’re being honest.” You pause. “We’re still doing that, right? The honesty thing?” you joke.
“We are. And you won’t be a disappointment. I don’t do things like this, so trust me when I say, I want to meet you. I need to,” he sounds so vulnerable admitting that. “And I hope you want to come out to LA.”
“I really do,” you admit. “So am I really doing this?”
“Just say the word, and I’ll get everything arranged. And I mean everything, so don’t argue,” he says firmly.
You can’t help but laugh. “Okay.”
“Okay?” he asks tentatively.
“Do your thang, Bang Chan,” you laugh. You don’t know what’s gotten into you either, but you’re gonna go with the punches at this point. This is absolutely the craziest and possibly the most reckless thing you’ve ever done, but hell it feels good.
“Wow! Okay,” he laughs. “Okay! I need to get off here and arrange everything. I’ll call you back with all the details, yeah? I need your address for your airport pickup and to book the flight. I can take care of everything else. My manager will arrange for the hotel. God this is really happening.”
“It would seem so,” you laugh.
“This is crazy,” you say at the same time. Then you both laugh.
“Okay, I gotta go finalize this because I’m not missing my chance to meet you. I’ll call back. God, I’m so excited. Talk soon, yeah?”
“Yeah, talk soon. Bye Chan.”
“Byeom darling.”
He ends the call and you're stunned in silence once more. He called you darling. What on earth was happening!? The reality of the situation hits you head on. You’re going to LA. To see Bang fucking Chan. And to meet all of the Stray Kids. Holy shit. How was this your life? You jump up and immediately start making arrangements. You’re not sure how long you’ll be gone, but everything else can wait because opportunities like this never just happen and you’re not gonna let this one pass you by.
Not on your life. KCon or bust! Look out LA because y/n is coming to town!
| Pt. 2 - The Mystery of You >
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Hannibal x Reader x Will where either Hannibal, Will, or both pissed off the wrong person, so Reader gets attacked for revenge, only for the two men to save her. Thanks!
Pig Meat
Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader x Will Graham
warning(s): obsession, cannibalism, violence, detailed murder, break in, intruder, unmerciful Hannibal
Hannibal and Will were both very intellectual men on their own. They rarely found anyone that they genuinely liked talking to. That was, until they met (Y/n) (L/n). She didn’t really keep her conversations professional, and yet Will would find himself laughing at the jokes they’d say. And it wasn’t because he felt like he had to laugh, but because she was genuinely entertaining.
Hannibal had taken notice of this, and decided to start a conversation with her when it was appropriate. Most of the time, Hannibal may let the corners of his mouth twitch up while talking with someone, but that was as much emotion he would let himself show. But around (Y/n), it was completely different. He couldn’t help but sweetly grin whenever she would comment on how lazy one of the many copycats of the Chesapeake Ripper had been. He couldn’t hold back a single reaction when it came to talking with her.
Hannibal and Will were having one of their usual sessions, when somehow, (Y/n) had come up in the conversation.
“I can’t wrap my head around it, but there’s just something about her that draws me to her. Whenever I see her laughing with someone else, it’s like there’s a heavy weight against my chest. Usually I can comprehend these kinds of things, but with her..she confuses me.” Will stated, walking through his thoughts with Hannibal as he let out a sigh.
Hannibal seemed to mull over what Will had said, even after the session ended and he had returned home. He wondered why what Will said stuck with him, trying his best to focus on fixing his dinner. It wasn’t until he had laid down that he realized why, making a chuckle leave him as he smiled. Because he felt the exact same way about her.
The two men eventually had come to an agreement, they would keep an eye on their lovely (Y/n), and wouldn’t nearly kill each other over her. Besides, the two actually liked sharing. They began to court (Y/n), first inviting her to one of Hannibal’s infamous dinner parties, and then they gradually took turns taking her on dates.
Hannibal and Will took their time with her, waiting until the time was right before they both asked her to join their relationship. At first she had been a bit reluctant, having never been exposed to the concept of a polyamorous relationship before. But with time, she accepted their offer and happily began to date them both.
Since then, the two men felt quite at peace. Will and Hannibal would do their work while (Y/n) spent her time mostly in Hannibal’s library. On most days, the two men would return home and find their darling lamb napping in the library. Though, because of this, they began to let their guards down.
Hannibal had strictly banned a patient of his from coming to see him again, since he clearly needed more serious help that he couldn’t personally offer. The patient, Ryan Louis, had taken this very personally. He began to obsess over how he had been rejected by Hannibal. Ryan had made his sessions with Dr. Lecter a part of his routine, and to suddenly be turned away had angered him.
Most would feel dejected, but Ryan felt challenged. So, Hannibal thought he was better than him just because he was some guy with a degree? Well, he’d be sure to prove him wrong. He desperately would try to get glimpses of the dinner parties Hannibal would throw, and during one of these instances, he spotted her.
(Y/n) (L/n), this was the name he learned to belong to the woman. He watched as she had one hand rested around Will’s waist, while Hannibal had rested his hand against the small of her back. It clicked pretty easily for him, figuring out that (Y/n) (L/n) was their shared significant other. He had been planning on getting back at Hannibal for daring to reject him, and this was the perfect way to hurt not only Hannibal, but those he loved as well.
Ryan had asked someone how he could contact (Y/n), pretending it was for a business inquiry, and had managed to get her place of work. He would take trips to try and catch her leaving work, and one night, he got lucky. He knew from keeping an eye on Hannibal and Will that the two would be out later than usual. This meant that there would be a period of time where (Y/n) would be home by herself, and he knew he couldn’t let this rare opportunity pass up.
A few hours later, (Y/n) had finally returned home. She let out a gentle sigh, locking the front door behind her before she took off her shoes and coat, the noise of the rain outside seemed to fill the silence in the house. She had been told ahead of time by her lovers that they would be returning home a bit later than their usual time, having found an important piece of evidence for a case they were working on. While she hated being by herself in their shared home, she decided to take the opportunity to clean up the home a bit.
She passed the time by cleaning up the few places Hannibal had missed when cleaning the home over the weekend, soon deciding to get some work done since there was little to clean anyway. As she worked at her desk upstairs, she heard a small ‘crash’. (Y/n) paused in her typing, feeling a strong sense of unease and alarm fill her. She knew she couldn’t just ignore the sound, so she took her phone and a taser she had been given by Will, he had always been paranoid about her safety. (Y/n) knew she’d have to thank him later, holding it out in front of her as she made her way downstairs. She looked around until she found the back door open, the chilly wind outside making the rain land on the wooden floor.
(Y/n) froze slightly, her fight or flight senses kicking in as she remembered distinctly checking the lock on it. It had been locked, so who the hell was in the house with her?
She soon got her answer when she felt an arm wrap around her neck, while their free hand tightly gripped onto her taser. She let out a frightened gasp, struggling to breathe as she quickly fought for her life. She kicked and headbutted whoever was attacking her, making them quickly move her hand, activating the taser as it connected with her other arm. She shook as electricity surged through her, but managed to roll out of the way of a harsh kick.
(Y/n) looked up to see a man, someone she recognized as one of Hannibal’s more rude clients. She let out a gasp as he swung at her again, coming back to her senses as she ducked, running up the stairs as she stumbled, still recovering from being shocked. She went to her shared bedroom, immediately slamming the door and locking it. She quickly moved the dresser in front of the door, and went to hide in the closet. She wasn’t taking any chances, she really didn’t want to get shot through the door in case he found the gun Hannibal and Will kept in their study.
She scrambled to get out her phone, tears blurring her vision as she called Hannibal, too freaked out to attempt calling 911. She bit her lip, holding back a sob as she heard the intruder begin to slam against the door. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when Hannibal had finally picked up, keeping her eyes on the closet door.
“Darling, do you need something?” Hannibal had asked, his voice as soothing as always as (Y/n) let out a quiet whimper.
“Hannibal, someone g-got in. They have my t-taser, and they’re trying to break down t-the door.” (Y/n) quickly explained, keeping her voice hushed as it shook with fear. The other side of the line seemed to go quiet, only being able to hear muffled noises.
“We’re on our way, sit tight and don’t make any noise. You’re going to be alright, I promise.” Hannibal stated, causing (Y/n) nod, even if he couldn’t see her. She flinched as she heard a large ‘bang’ shudder against the bedroom door. Her eyes widened in fear, he must have found the axe they kept in the garage.
She did her best to stay quiet, tears spilling down her face as she heard the front door finally open, and she could hear Will threaten the intruder at gunpoint. Meanwhile, she almost screamed when the closet door opened, sudden relief washing over her when she recognized Hannibal.
Hannibal gently reassured her, helping her up as he held her close. He asked if she was injured at all, and looked over where she had been choked and tased. Although it would bruise and likely be sore for the next few days, it was nothing permanent. He pressed a kiss to (Y/n)’s forehead, telling her he would be right back. She was reluctant, but was reassured when Will entered the room. He rushed over to her, kneeling in front of her as he looked her over.
“Are you alright?” Will asked, concern laced in his voice as (Y/n) nodded, bringing Will close to her as she held onto him, and he gladly returned the gesture. Hannibal left the room, calmly making his way downstairs, to find Ryan restrained to a chair, just as he had asked Will to do.
Hannibal frowned, walking up to him as Ryan struggled and cursed, landing a sharp punch on his nose. Ryan yelled as his nose broke, and Hannibal tightly gripped the collar of his shirt.
“You have been incredibly rude to my darling tonight, I think it’s time I took care of that.” Hannibal stated, eerily calm as Ryan shook in fear, expecting to be arrested or roughly beat up. But nothing prepared the foolish man as Hannibal picked up a knife he had nearby, immediately cutting into him as Ryan screamed and struggled for his life.
Soon, Ryan was completely unrecognizable, his face torn with stab wounds, and his torso ripped open, his entire front drenched in blood. Ryan was somehow still alive, although only small squelches and rasps left his mouth, staring up at Hannibal through the blood in his eyes with complete fear. Hannibal tutted, glaring down at Ryan as he landed the final blow, twisting the knife as he dug it into his open chest. His body went limp, and Hannibal made sure to clean off the knife, using hydrogen peroxide to rid any traces of blood.
Hannibal knew that this man wasn’t worth being made into a work of art, seeing him as nothing else but a rude, disgusting pig who dared to target one of his darlings. He had made sure his death was slow and painful, and he would make sure to make him into a meal for one of his more..rude clients.
“It’s been a while since I’ve cooked pig.”
~fin~
author’s note: so, the ending was pretty much very light gore, so i hope that wasn’t too upsetting to anyone! plus, i found it funny that i was sitting in a panera bread smiling and laughing while writing about full on murder. if you have any requests, don’t be shy! i promise i won’t bite <33
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Almost got it
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Steve Harrington x female!Reader
Summary: She's a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve's name on purpose
Warnings: one or two curse words
This one had to be the best one yet, Steve thought as he studied the unfamiliar name written on his coffee cup. Stephen. He looked back at the barista standing behind the coffee shop’s counter, who waved at him wearing a smile on her face, one that gave away that she knew exactly what she did.
Steve chuckled and walked back to the spot where he picked up his cup noticing how (y/n) pretended to not know what to expect from his return.
“Can I help you?” she asked innocently.
“You know, you were closer this time.”
“To what?”
“Getting my name right.”
“You don’t say?” she faked surprise, earning another chuckle from Steve, “I really thought I had it today.”
“Not yet.”
“Well, sorry about that Stephen.”
“It’s Steve.” he tried to explain, for the sixth time, but somehow he remained patient.
Both had been playing this back and forth game for the last month, and both were having more fun with it than they cared to admit. Steve wasn’t sure what the purpose of it was, but after the third time he realized she was messing up his name on purpose. And he loved it. He loved that the barista was giving him a chance to speak to her, because contrary to his usual behavior around women, this one felt out of his league and he wouldn’t dare try his luck. He dreaded the possibility of embarrassing himself and having Robin touching the subject every minute. But turns out, luck was on his side after all because there he was, in a flirtatious banter with a girl he could only dream of crossing paths with. And she was the one to start it all.
“Right, I think I got it.”
“I guess we’ll see tomorrow.” he smiled.
(y/n) agreed, “Can’t wait.”
At Family Video, Robin was already awaiting her coworker’s arrival and what new name he had been assigned that day.
“Stephen? Not bad, but Stefan was iconic.” Robin commented after taking a look at Steve’s cup.
“Definitely better than Stefon.”
Robin bursted out laughing.
“Oh God, if (y/n) wasn’t hitting on you I would so shoot my shot. She’s hilarious.”
Steve looked at her, confused.
“Wait, you know her?”
“Yeah, I actually tried to shoot my shot when she started working there but she turned me down so nicely I couldn’t even feel disappointed and then, somehow, we became friends.”
Steve was, you could say, shocked. All this time Robin had been making fun of him and the whole situation and instead of helping him out, considering that apparently his best friend was friends with his crush, she was indirectly joining (y/n)’s side.
“So you’re telling me that you could’ve been helping me all this time, you know, making my life less miserable for chasing after a girl I still can’t believe is flirting with me, but you decided not to.”
“What can I say, you’re a dingus and I like watching you suffer.” she replied, but then continued after receiving a mean look, “But let’s be real here, Steve, you are being an idiot. The girl you insist is so out of your league is literally throwing herself at you and you’re still not doing anything about it. I mean, ask her out, we both know she’s going to say yes.”
Steve looked unsure still, thought it was comforting to have someone tell him he had a chance.
“And what if I’m reading it all wrong, huh? I would just make a fool out of myself.”
“You fought beings of another dimension and you’re scared of being rejected? Yeah you really make a fool of yourself on a daily basis, but hey, I’m sure (y/n) will accept that part of you anyway.”
“Okay, you know what, forget it.” the boy drank the last sips of his coffee and turned his back to Robin to start his tasks at the store,
“Steve!” she called him, “Like I said, (y/n) and I are friends. Trust me when I say you should ask her out.”
He sighed, defeated, but didn’t totally dismiss Robin’s suggestion.
..
Steven. So damn close. Steve smiled at the pretty handwriting on his cup.
“What’s so funny?” his favorite voice asked from behind the counter.
Instead of answering, he showed her the name she once again didn’t get right.
They had created a habit, an inside joke, and everyday (y/n) wondered if that would be the day the boy would get the hint and ask her out, because she was running out of variations of his actual name to keep their thing going.
“You almost got it today.”
“Almost?”
“Yeah, almost.”
(y/n) smiled and shook her head slowly, in an amused disbelief at how this game had been going for so long and had gotten her nowhere still. If it wasn’t for Robin constantly convincing her that Steve did like her, she would’ve given up already and gotten his name right, because it was hard to believe the ex King of Hawkins High who could get any girl he wanted was so clueless and slow when it came to her flirting. Was she not trying hard enough? Did the coffee shop’s uniform make her look unattractive? Was messing up his name actually annoying to him? But Robin’s reminder of how Steve’s visit to (y/n)’s workplace made him go to his own workplace with a smile permanently painted on his lips eased her overthinking. And it also left her confused, because if he liked her like Robin insisted he did, why wasn’t he doing anything about it?
“Tomorrow is the day, I’m telling you.” (y/n) finally answered, determined to end the game, even if she had to cheat a little bit to win it, “Tomorrow I’ll get it right.”
Steve’s smile widened, excited to see what else she had in mind, and, of course, to see her again.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
..
The next day, Steve woke up determined to put an end to all his doubts and fears and finally ask (y/n) out. For once in his life, he was going to listen to Robin. Stepping into the coffee shop, the upwards curve on his lips dissipated when he didn’t see the usual barista behind the counter.
Steve frowned, disappointed that he wouldn’t be getting a weird name that day nor the intriguing jokes from the girl that filled his days with warm smiles and dreamy thoughts. He walked closer to the spot where he usually picked his coffee up and waited for the guy replacing (y/n) to be free from the other clients.
“Hey, what can I get you?” the man asked.
“Hi, uh, actually I was just wondering if (y/n)’s here today?”
“Oh, no, it’s her day off today.”
Steve’s disappointment grew and he tried hard not to ask too many questions, not wanting to sound desperate or creepy. He wasn’t sure who he wanted to prove that to though, the guy or himself.
“Oh, okay, thanks anyway. Have a good day.”
“Thanks, you too man.”
The boy made his way to Family Video in a mood that wasn’t very recognizable to him after leaving the coffee shop. The source of his usual giddy mood wasn’t present today and it was immediately clear, especially to Robin.
“What’s the long face, Harrington?” she joked, but quickly noticed his empty hands. No coffee, and she feared the worst, “Please don’t tell me you got rejected. I’m so sorry, Steve, I was super sure she was into you, I don’t get it, I-”
“I didn’t get rejected, Robin. Not yet anyway. She wasn’t working today.”
“Oh.” she sighed in relief, she really didn’t want to confront her friend about breaking her other friend’s heart. That would be awkward.
“So,” he tried to change the subject, “did the new movies arrive yet?”
And just when Robin was about to answer, the door to the store opened and a certain missing barista made herself seen, two cups of coffee in her hands.
“Hey (y/n), we were just talking about you.”
If Steve wasn’t so surprised with seeing (y/n) there he would for sure have rolled his eyes at Robin.
“Hey Robs!” she then turned to the boy next to her friend, “And…” she trailed her voice while taking a concentrated look at one of the cups, “Steve, right?”
The smile that was missing from earlier finally showed up to his lips accompanied with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
“That’s right. You finally got it.”
“Yeah, I finally got it.”
Robin was looking between her two friends like she was watching a movie, anxious for the grand moment. (y/n) noticed it and slid one of the cups over the counter in her direction.
“For you.” (y/n) said to her while giving her a knowing look.
It took a while for Robin to realize what it meant but she eventually caught up to it.
“Right, thank you! I’m going to, uh, check if the movies had arrived yet.”
Steve nodded, his lips in a tight, close-mouthed forced smile, mentally facepalming himself at the girl’s capacity of turning every situation into an awkward one. (y/n) bit her lip to contain a laugh at the clumsy walk Robin made to the back of the store.
“So,” Steve started, smiling at his well written name on the coffee cup, for a moment getting distracted by how pretty his actual name looked in her handwriting, “I went by the coffee shop today, a guy said it was your day off.”
“Yeah, I kinda forgot to mention that yesterday. I mean, to be honest, I didn’t think you would care.”
“Of course I care, my day doesn't start properly until I have a coffee made by you and know what name I’ll be using for the rest of the day.”
“Wait, you actually do that?”
Steve laughed.
“No, no way I would let people call me Steffen.”
It was (y/n)’s turn to laugh.
“That was a good one.” Steve agreed with a shy laugh, “You do know I’ve always known your name was Steve, right?”
“Yeah, I knew.”
“Okay. Good.” (y/n) smiled and fiddled with the strap of her bag, “I like Steve.”
They weren’t sure how long they stayed looking at each other. It felt like time had stopped but it was just five seconds, enough time for (y/n) to chicken out and give up on her plans of being the one to ask the boy out. She was so confident walking into the store, flirt a little more and finally get the guy, but his hypnotizing stare reminded her of who he was and that she would probably be just another girl to tell the same story of a date she scored with Steve Harrington. She sighed, defeated, and cleared her throat.
“Well, I should go, don’t wanna bother you while you work.”
“You’re not bothering me.” he assured her, “You can stay if you want. I mean, I’m sure you have better things to do on your day off, but, you know, you’re not bothering or anything.”
His nervous banter made her smile.
“Well, thanks.”
“Yeah.”
Another five seconds of staring, this time a bit of tension in the air, but then (y/n) nodded and said her goodbyes to Steve.
“Thanks for the coffee by the way!” he said before she could turn her back to walk to the door.
“Don’t mention it!”
And out the door she went.
Steve then realized she was, once again, gone, and no one asked out anyone. He groaned, annoyed with himself, and smacked the counter.
“You fucking dingus!” Robin yelled from the back of the store, “Go after her!”
The boy was going to yell something back, but then his brain finally processed the gesture of (y/n) bringing him coffee. She purposely took time off of her day to bring him coffee, and not screw up his name. That had to mean something, right?
“Shit.” and with that, he jumped over the counter and ran to the door. He opened it only to meet (y/n) again, who looked like she was about to go into the store again.
They stared at each other in surprise, but this time the silence was broken quickly when both spoke at the same time.
“You wanna go out sometime?”
Both bursted out laughing and (y/n) immediately answered.
“Yes.”
“Cool.”
“Idiots’” Robin added from behind Steve, but she went unnoticed by the two said idiots staring at each other again.
“I’ll swing by the coffee shop tomorrow, as usual.”
“Okay.” (y/n) agreed and then added before turning around again, “Oh, I wrote my number on the bottom of your cup. Call me, Harrington.”
“I sure will.”
And with a last exchange of not so shy smiles and lingering looks, (y/n) walked away and Steve looked at her go, feeling accomplished and proud of himself for being one step closer to getting the girl he thought he couldn’t get.
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author's note: not my best but hope you liked it anyway
#stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington fic
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You’re carrying the Peter B fandom 🙏. Anyways, how about reader being a spider person and falling in love with Peter at headquarters but knowing they can’t be together 😔
ASHAJSKAM THANK YOU!!! Loving this plot, and it was longer than my normal headcannons, so far I haven't written for ATSV yet, so I hope you like it!!!
Falling for a Peter B you can't have
His eyes 😫❤️
Much like Gwen, your universe had a Peter that was also killed
You had loved that Peter, more than anything in the world, and you never got the chance to tell him, as you were teens at the time
You were now in your thirties, having healed from that pain
Or so you thought
You were recruited by Peter B, actually
To say you were shocked was an understatement
You had been struggling with a bad guy, when suddenly he had swung in and helped you kick his butt
Once he removed his mask, it's like the air from your lungs just evaded you for a moment
You couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, seeing if he was really real
He just laughs at this
"Yeah, I'm here man!"
He explains everything to you, as you do to him
Minus the fact that you had been horribly in love with his other self
You two were quick to become close friends
It was going great! Like you had your own Peter again
Until he introduced you to his daughter
"This is Mayday! She's got a lot of heart, and this beautiful smile that'd knock you away, although I'd say she gets that from her mother."
You adored Mayday so much
However you couldn't help the tugging at your heart at the fondness in his voice when he spoke of his wife.
It looks like you weren't as over your Peter's death as you thought
You started avoiding him, going on more missions to get away from him
The pain was just too much to bare
It wasn't until you found a certain Spiderling in your apartment
You were quick to bring her back to Peter, he was probably incredibly worried
Mayday was extremely attached to you for some reason, not even phased that she was in a different place to begin with
"THERE YOU ARE!! May, honey, you scared the crap out of Daddy. You can't just go around taking time watches that aren't yours!"
He was incredibly grateful for you
You couldn't help but smile at the scene, albeit sadly
He notices this
"(Y/n), take a seat. Talk with me a sec, will ya?"
You listen willingly, although you put some space between you two
He seems to be choosing his words carefully
"Mayday's mother, MJ... She, uh, was a good friend of mine. Very smart woman, and we dated for a while, actually. My wife, see, she couldn't have kids. She actually had a miscarriage. It broke her."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This was something very personal to him, and you were happy, albeit confused, to be the one he tells this to
"And so, MJ actually helped us out with that. She had Little May here for us. That's why she looks like her, as I'm sure you have an MJ in your universe."
You did. She was your best friend actually, and had two kids of her own. She had been there for you through it all
"See, my wife... I think you two would get along a lot better than you'd think. I know it's weird to see someone who meant a lot to you who should be dead just, sitting in front of you now. Much less someone you loved."
You're entire face goes red, dread filled your stomach at the notion, but before you could apologize or anything, he rests a hand on your shoulder.
"Relax. It's no big deal. In fact, I'd like to invite you to dinner. My wife has been dying to meet you!"
You accept warily
Later on you're all ready, sitting on their front door step, overthinking.
You're about to turn around when the door opens behind you
"Oh! You must be (Y/n)!!! I've heard so much about you!"
You freeze in place slowly turning
Your stomach drops again. It's...?
"I'm (Y/n)."
She greets you with a hug, and you stand there stiffly, in even more shock than when you had met Peter B for the first time
She pulls back, and it's like looking into a mirror
She smiles warmly at you, you flashing a nervous smile yourself
She takes the wine you had in your grasp, her face lighting up at the sight of it
"Well! Looks like we have the same taste. I-I mean, I guess we'd have to, right?"
You can't help but burst into laughter. Looks like you really are funnier than you thought
Dinner was one of the strangest, yet most relaxing experiences you've had with the multidimensional hopping you've had so far
You knew there were plenty of you in multiple universes, one of you was just born in one of them!
The way he'd look at her, well, also you I guess, was now bittersweet
He held so much love in his gaze, and suddenly you no longer felt any resentment or jealousy to yourself
It was painfully beautiful to see that maybe, if your Peter had just stayed with you long enough, you could have had this too.
#peter benjamin parker#peter b parker#peter b parker x reader#spiderman#spiderman x reader#spiderman x you#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman into the spiderverse#headcannons#angst
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One night stand
Dmitri + Female reader
18+ minors do not read!
Warnings ~Drinking, smoking, swearing & smut~
After five years away you find yourself back to Hawkins. It saddened you to be moving away from your parents but after you a pretty rough break up you needed to get away, so you decide where else better than where you grew up? You can’t wait to reunite with your old friends again, the first thing you all decided to do was go out and get absolutely wasted. You bump into someone on your drunken travels and one thing leads to another…
‘I can’t believe you’re actually here!’ Robin practically screams at you as you get out of you car. She brings you for a hug before you even shut your door. ‘Hey Robbie, I’m so happy to see you but you’re suffocating me’ you say laughing. She looses her grip stepping back, ‘Sorry I’ve just missed to so much, talking on the phone isn’t the same.’ She says poking your ribs. ‘I know I should have visited, it’s been a while. I’m sorry I didn’t but I’m here for good now!’ You say with excitement. ‘Do my eyes deceive me or is that you Y/N?’ You hear Eddies voice behind you. ‘Eddie!’ You say excitedly bringing him in for a hug. ‘You’re looking good Y/N, how was the ride over?’ He says hugging you back. ‘Aw Eds’ always such a sweetie. I’m loving this new tat by the way very nice.’ - you say pointing to the large spider on his neck- ‘It was long but worth it, I can not wait for tonight!’ You say with another big smile. You can’t help but smile. It was so good and refreshing to be back in Hawkins. You needed to get out of California after your break up with Issac. It just hurt too much to stay there. Everything reminded you of him. You were sad to leave your parents but they understood what you needed to do. They’d always been supportive of your choices. After talking about it with them you called Robin up and asked if you could move in with her and Eddie since Steve recently moved out to move in with his girlfriend. Everyone was fully aware of the situation with your ex. Robin was over the moon you asked and of course accepted, she even gave you a job at family video since she was now the manager. Everything seemed to be falling into place for you and you hadn’t even unpacked. You close the car door and grab your bags, Eddie and Robin helping you with your stuff. ‘So what’s the plan for tonight?’ You say making your way to the apartment complex. It was nice, lots of trees and greenery around. ‘Got a show in tonight if you fancy coming along to see it?’ Eddie says looking at you. ‘Are you kidding?! A chance to see Corroded Coffin for the first time in forever! I’d love to!’ You squeal with excitement. ‘Where we meeting the others?’ You ask as you get into the lift. ‘Oh, I’m, I’m not sure yet’ Robin says in a weird way. You side eye her confused. ‘Okay, well we best organise that, I can not wait to see everyone. It’s been too long’ you say feeling like you were going to burst with excitement. Eddie and Robin look at one another with a happy expression.
Everyone knew why you and fully understood why hadn’t been back. It was too hard. Your brother dying in the ‘earthquake.’ That’s why your parents decided to move away, they have you the option to stay but you didn’t want to be away from them after loosing your brother. But now you needed to be back, more than ever. It’s where you belonged. The lift door opens and you make your way down to your new home. Robin unlocks the door, you follow her and Eddie in.
‘Surprise!’ An eruption of voices shout at you making you jump, you look around and see everyone. Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, Argyle, El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, Will, Joyce, Hopper and Murray. You cover your mouth with your hands as the tears roll down. You hear some ‘awwws’ as you smile brightly at everyone. ‘What, what are you all doing?!’ You say in utter disbelief. ‘Robin and Eddie told us you were moving back home.’ Nancy says smiling. ‘How could we not surprise you honey? It’s been too long!’ Joyce says making her way over to you, she brings you in for a tight hug. ‘I can’t believe it! I’m so happy to see you all’ you say hugging Joyce back. Joyce has always been your second mum, especially with everything that had happened. Of course your parents didn’t know about the upside down, demogorgans, Vecna all that so it helped having Joyce. You loved her dearly. ‘What’s this?!’ You say seeing the shining diamond on her finger. Her cheeks blush a little. ‘Finally manned up and asked her to be Mrs Hopper’ Jim says kissing Joyce on the head. You smile at him. ‘Congratulations!’ You say with happiness. You reach up giving Hopper a hug. Like Joyce feeling like your mum, Hopper felt like your dad. Always being there when you needed him. You were like there other adopted daughter pretty much. ‘Will you two lovebirds be coming out later?’ You ask quietly hoping they might be, you’ve seen Hopper drunk, it amused you a lot he let go when he’d had a drink it was fun! ‘Only because I am forcing them, I told them they need to get out more. Have more fun’ El says appearing at your side. You bring her in for a hug. She’s looking so grown up you can’t quite believe it. ‘Look at you, look at you all, your all adults. How the hell did that happen!?’ You say to all the others who use to be so little. Now many of them taller than you. You mingle with everyone for a few hours till Eddie leaves to go start setting up for his gig and you say you’re goodbyes to the others as they go home. Yourself, Robin and Nancy all get ready together.
‘I am so excited to see Eddie and his band. It’s been forever since I’ve seen them!’ You say taking out the last curler in your hair. ‘They’ve definitely gotten better, not they were ever bad’ Nancy says applying her lipstick. ‘So Y/N what are you gonna wear?’ Robin says with a smile. You got to your suitcase and pull out the dress you’ve been waiting for a special occasion. There’s been numerous times when you wanted to wear it but your ex said to was too revealing so you couldn’t. Nancy and Robins mouths hang open, in a good way. ‘Y/N, that. That dress. Wow. You are gonna look fucking amazing’ Robin says still in shock. ‘I think you will definitely catch someone’s attention in that’ Nancy saying smirking. ‘Well Wheeler my dear. That is the whole point’ you say winking at her. You all burst into a fit of giggles. A hour later and you’re all ready. Nancy in a lightly baby pink dress, light make up, wavy hair, definitely a signature Nancy look. Robin as always rocking her trousers, shirt and vest jacket combo with sneakers, wavy hair like Nancy but shorter and minimal make up. You were in your emerald green glitter dress. Short enough if you bent over you’d show the whole world your ass as you decided against panties. It was lowly cut showing off your cleavage. Not leaving much to anyones imagination at all. Pairing with some black sandal strap wedges, hair curly and light make up, you weren’t the biggest fan of it but it make you feel good. You all definitely had a different style lined up next to each other in the mirror. ‘Guys, you ready?’ You hear Steve’s voice as he opens the front door. He has kindly offered to be your driver tonight. He smiles as he see you all appear from your bedroom. His smile drops and mouth hangs open when he sees you, you see him gulp and pull the top of his t-shirt. ‘Wow, Y/N you look, wow. Erm, you all look amazing’ he says trying to look away from your dress. ‘Dingus tongue back in. You have a girlfriend’ Robin says flicking his forehead as she walks past him. Nancy rolls her eyes and follows. You smile at him, ‘Thanks Stevie, ready to go?’ You say walking out with him, you lock the door behind you. ‘Y-yup already’ he says again trying to not focus on how short your dress is. It doesn’t take too long to get ti the hideout. Outside you meet Johnathan and Argyle. ‘Hey my dudes, Y/N that is one awesome dress’ Argyle says with redness in his eyes, most definitely high. ‘Thanks very much, hoping it’ll do some magic for me’ you say playfully bumping his shoulder. Once inside the place is just like you remember, even the same smell. You use to think it was disgusting but how you love it. ‘You guys go get a table, drinks on me’ you say smiling. ‘I’ll help you’ Steve offers. The others go find a table whilst you and Steve make your way over to the bar. It doesn’t take long for the bartender to come over taking your orders. You also order everyone two shots. Your mission tonight was to get mortality wasted. It had been a long time since you did. My god you missed it. ‘Y/N?’ You near a voice behind you. You turn to your surprise seeing Hopper, Joyce and Murray. You suddenly feeling very exposed. ‘Hey guys, you actually came! Good to see you all again’ you say with a smile. ‘We’re just here to watch Eddie, Johnathan won’t stop banging on about him and his show so thought come see what the fuss was about’ Murray says eyeing your outfit. ‘You look’ Hopper starts to speak as he point to your dress trying to find the right word. ‘Lovely’ Joyce cuts in before Hopper says something that may accidentally offend you. ‘Thanks, just trying something new’ you say in a small voice. ‘Enjoy the show guys’ you say turning around to follow Steve with your drinks. ‘Oh Y/N, if you bump into someone with in a leather jacket, blue shirt, jeans and a Russian accent can you let us know. We appear to of lost him’ Murray says side eyeing Hopper. ‘It’s not my fault!’ He says defensively. ‘Okay…I will be on the look out for the mysterious Russian man’ you say with a giggle as you make your way to your table.
Eddie and his band do an amazing performance, you were screaming along the whole time dancing and jumping around. You were having an amazing time. Safe to say the alcohol was most definitely having an effect on you. When Eddies done he makes his way to find you all, he can’t help but laugh at the sight of you all in your drunken ways, we’ll apart from Steve. ‘Eddieeeeee! That was amazing! You say leaping to hug him. He manages to catch you, ‘thanks Y/N, how much have you had to drink?’ he says steadying you back up. ‘Way too much’ Steve shouts over your shoulder. You throw him a glare, ‘No way Stevie. I’ve not had enough! Wanna do some shots Eddie?’ You say raising your eyebrows. ‘Sure, why not get more fucked up’ he laughs as you drag him to the bar. ‘Good bar tender man four shot of vodka pleaseeee!’ You say with a gleaming smile. ‘No, you’re too drunk, have some water’ he says unimpressed by you. You pout. ‘Please, just two? One for me and my friend’ you say leaning your chest onto the bar your boobs nearly spilling out. You notice him look down and blush. He rolls his eyes. ‘Then no more. Okay?’ He says pouring you the two shots. You throw him a beaming smile when handing him the money. ‘Thank you so much!’ You say as you down the shot. Eddie downs his shot feeling a little buzzed. ‘Fancy a smoke?’ He says bringing out his cigarettes. You nod eagerly. He brings your hand to his and scoots you through the crowd avoiding the men’s grabby hands they make at you. Once outside you feel the chill of the night, sending shivers over your exposed body. ‘No wonder your cold, you forgot to bring clothes’ Eddie joked as he lit his cigarette. He offers you one and you accept. ‘Haha very funny Munson’ you say rolling your eyes. You lean on the wall for balance as you feel the effect of the alcohol hit you now your not in that stuffy place. ‘You okay?’ Eddie asks as he notices you not looking 100%. ‘I, I’m okay’ you say taking a drag of the cigarette. You try to stand straighter but stumble, somehow you end up sitting down on the floor. ‘Shit, let me get you some water okay? Stay here Y/N’ Eddie says leaning down to you. You look up at his brown eyes and smile. ‘Okay’ yuk reply with dopy smile
You finish the cigarette as you wait for Eddie. But being very drunk you grow impatient and don’t wait for long. You try stand up using the wall balance, your hand slips and you begin to wobble. You feel some hands grand your arms and help you back up. ‘Thanks’ you say smiling. ‘How could I not help a pretty woman?’ You hear him say words a bit slurred like yours. You turn around to look at your savour. Someone you’d not seen before but you sure want to know him. He’s tall, moustache, leather jacket, older but very fucking handsome. ‘Well good sir what can I ever do to say thank you?’ You say with a flirty smile, your hand crawling up his chest. His hands move down to you waist. ‘I can maybe think of something’ he says leaning down to your ear. You think you hear an accent your about to ask him what it is but you feel his lips move down and press a kiss on your neck. It sends goosebumps all over your body not just from the cold. Next thing you know hands are roaming all over each other. You feel his hands squeeze your ass, ‘You look very sexy in this dress, I like it very much’ he says biting his lip. ‘I think I’d like it better in your bedroom floor though’ you say seductively. Yours and the strangers lips crash into once another for a hot needy kiss. You feel his teeth bite your lip making you moan. ‘There’s a hotel down the road, shall we get a room?’ He says into your mouth. ‘Fuck yes’ you reply feeling excited. Your hands intertwine with one another as you walk to the hotel. Excitement runs through out your body. This is not usually like you but you think fuck it, well fuck him
Eddie comes out with the water only five minutes later. It was mayhem trying to get the bar tenders attention, if he had tits it would have been no problem. As he makes his way outside he doesn’t see you where he left you. ‘Fuck’ he says rubbing his eyes. ‘Y/N?!’ He calls your name around hoping to find you. Eddie spends twenty minutes looking for you before going back inside to the others. As he reaches the table he’s filled with worry. ‘Guys I fucked up. I, I can’t find Y/N. I swear I left her for five minutes to get her some water. I can’t find her anywhere’ Eddie tells the other with worry in his voice. Even though they are all fairly drunk they all realise what Eddies saying. ‘Fuck sake man!’ We need to go find her, she’s fucking wasted!’ Steve says throwing his hands on his hips. ‘Robin call a cab and go back to the apartment in case she turns up. Nancy call Joyce in case she decided to go back to hers. Johnathan and Argyle look around here in case she’s somewhere. Me and Eddie will look around outside more.’ Steve says setting the plan in place. He was always good in a bad situation. They all do what Steve says and the search begins for you.
Meanwhile you and Mr Stranger are in the hotel room, one room left with a single bed but it’s not that you’d be sleeping much anyway. As soon as the door closed clothes were torn off and thrown across the room. Lips instantly find one another. Tongues collide with one another, sloppy kisses but both too drunk to care. You stumble back into the bed and he falls on top of you. His lips begin to latch onto your neck and mark it up, it feels so good, you can feel your pussy getting more wet. ‘Fuck me’ you whine as you buck your hips closer. He does not need telling twice. His cock bottoms out into you causing you to moan loudly. ‘Fuck! You’re, you’re big!’ You winch slightly as it stings. He laughs into your neck. ‘And you’re beautiful’ he praises make your pussy clench around him. You hear him moan and it’s so fucking sexy. He begins to thrust in and out of you hard and fast, he reaches places you didn’t know existed. His hands pin you down by your wrists, they dig in but you don’t care as you can feel an orgasm approaching already. ‘Fuck, g-gonna cum!’ You scream as you lift your legs higher. ‘Cum sweet girl’ he moans as you clench around and cum all over his dick. He doesn’t even have time to warn you before he shoots his cum into your pussy. ‘ебать!’ (fuck!) He pants heavily as he fills you up. You can’t help but clench at what ever the fuck he said, you lean up and sink your teeth into his neck like he did with you. You move your head back onto the pillow panting heavily. The man still in you, you feel him growing soft. He looks down at you and bringing his hand up to your chin lifting you into a soft kiss. You smile at one another until you winch as it’s starting to become uncomfortable with him in you still, he sees your facial expression. ‘Shit sorry’ he says slowly pulling out and squeezing next to you. ‘You know I don’t normally do this’ you blurt out. He looks to you and replies, ‘Neither do I, but I’m glad I did.’ ‘Me too’ you say smiling. Your head starts to spin as the alcohol starts wearing off, you yawn as your feel tired from being fucked hard. ‘You should get some sleep’ he says stroking your leg up and down. Your eyes give in as they close, you fall asleep in the strangers chest, he falls asleep next to you
You are woken up by bright lights peaking through the curtains. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings your head starts to thump. Where the fuck am I? You think to yourself. You see the clock on the side as it reads 9:38am. Looking around the room and do not recognise it, you soon realise you’re not alone. You turn your head slowly to the stranger you’re sharing a bed with. Who the fuck are you? You think. You carefully move his arm off your stomach and sit up, the room begins to spin a little so you move more slowly. As you sit up your have no idea what the fuck happened last night. You remember seeing Eddies band, drinking and dancing. You creep out of the bed and realise you’re naked as you see your dress on the floor. ‘Fuck’ you whisper to yourself. Then it floods back. You’re pretty sure you met him at the hideout then you came back here and by the evidence on the floor and wetness between your legs. You fucked this stranger. As you get dressed you can’t help but take sneaky peeks at him. He lays naked half under the covers, he’s a very handsome man, you want to pat yourself on the back but as he shuffles in his sleep you decide it’s best to leave. You see a paper and a pen on the nightstand leaving a little note for the mysterious man.
Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X
You end up scribbling out a lot as you don’t know what to say. You also think best not to sign your name. You admire him one last time before you open to door and sneak out. Once outside the fresh air hits you hard, you run to the closest bin and throw up. You get some looks from a group of mums with their children clearly disapproving you. Well you can’t blame them, you are most definitely doing the walk of shame. You find a pay phone on the hotel wall and call home
‘Hello? Y/N, is that you?!’ Eddie answers with panic in his voice
‘Y-yeah, it’s me. I, I’m so sorry Eds’ you say in a sad tone
‘Thank fuck you’re okay! I swear I only left you for five minutes, then, then you just disappeared. We all thought something had happened to you! We spent hours looking for you, almost called Hopper to report you missing!’ Eddie says voice slightly raised
You winch at his words and tone. ‘Ed’s I’m so so sorry. I, I didn’t mean to worry you all. I’m okay. I, I erm need to to come pick me up’ you say nervously
‘Y/N, where did you go?!’ You hear Robins voice through the phone
‘I will explain everything when I see you, please come pick me up. It’s cold, I’m hung over and people keep looking at me. Please’ you beg
‘Where are you?’ Robin asks
‘I, I’m at the Golden Leaf hotel?’ You mumble down the phone
Silence from both sides. ‘Guys please?’ You beg again
‘We’re on the way’ Eddie says hanging up
Only ten minutes later and Eddie pulls up in his van. You get in and are immediately welcomed by questions. It seemed everyone stopped over at yours and they all decided to come pick you up. You have not felt this embarrassed for a long time. You sit next to Robin at the front as Eddie drives back home. ‘Sooooo what happened?’ Nancy asks from behind you. ‘I think it’s pretty clear what happened, don’t you?’ You hear Robin say tapping your neck. You flick her hand away and rub your neck, pulling down the sun visor and looking in the mirror you see your neck all marked up with bruises. Your face turns bright red. ‘Y/N, I get you wanted to have fun. We’re glad you did. But you could have at least called’ you hear Steve’s voice say. You sigh sadly. ‘I, I’m so sorry everyone. It, it just happened so fast. I didn’t expect it. I know I’m a shitty friend. First night back and already leaving you all in the dark? Fuck it won’t happen again. I’m sorry’ you say as your bottom lip starts to wobble. ‘Hey, come here’ Robin says putting her arm around you. ‘Your here and safe now that the main thing’ she reassures you warmly. You cry a little into her as she comforts you. ‘So my dude, whose the lucky dude?’ Argyle asks. Your cheeks return to the colour red again. You lift up from Robin and look at everyone. ‘Well, I, I don’t know’ you say awkwardly. ‘Damn, who knew you had it in you Y/N!’ Eddie says laughing. The others all laugh with you. The rest of the drive home is more relaxed and your still bombard with questions you just can not answer, Eddie pulls up in the parking lot. The others all go out to breakfast leaving you and Robin in the apartment ready to join them after you showered. The water helps you feel a little bit better. You winch as you wash your lower area, it felt sore from the night before. ‘Y/N you want some coffee?’ Robin calls through the door. ‘Good yes! Will be out in a minute’ you call back. After cleaning yourself you head to the kitchen to have your ever much needed coffee
Dmitri wakes up his head thumping and his stomach churning. He feels a draft as he realises he’s naked, he looks up to see his clothes bundled on the floor. He thinks about the night before, he can somewhat recall it. Himself, Hopper, Joyce and Murray went first to the pub to have some drinks, however Dmitri had drank more than a few. By the time they made it to the hideout within twenty minutes he’d lost the others. After drinking more and watching Eddie perform he needed some fresh air and a cigarette. That’s when he remembers you. Yes how can he forget? Beautiful woman. Green dress. Curly hair. He helped you with something. Then you ended up here. His dick twitches as he remembers your moans. Dmitri’s memory is not as bad as yours. ‘Hello?’ He calls out wondering if you’re in the bathroom. No answer. He stands up and sees a note on the side
Hello Stranger sorry I never actually caught your name? I’m sorry to leave you like this but my friends will be worried about me. I’ll admit I don’t remember too much of the night but maybe that’s for the best? Thank you for a fun night, I had a great time. Hopefully see you around? X
He can tell you scribbled some parts out he can’t make out what they say unfortunately. And no name either. What a mysterious woman. He folds the note up and walks over to his clothes putting them back on and putting the note in his jeans pocket. He called down to reception asking them to book him a taxi to go back home. He unlocks the door and it greeted with a not so happy Jim. ‘And where the hell have you been?’ He asks slightly pissed off. Dmitri sighs as all he wants is a shower. ‘I, I met someone, went to a hotel. That’s it’ he says shrugging his shoulders. ‘You called off called man’ he says thumping his shoulder, not hard. ‘Sorry, lost track of time’ he says pushing Jim off. Jim’s no longer pissed off, after all he’s a grown ass man and can do what he wants but still a call would have been appreciated. As Dmitri walks through the house (he is currently living at with Joyce and Hopper as he saves for his own place) he like you is bombarded with questions like you were. ‘So who’s this mysterious woman?’ Joyce asks pouring him a coffee. Dmitri takes a long needed sip. ‘You can say that again I do not know’ he says a little sadly. Hopper and Joyce side eye one another. ‘Well done, you are now officially an American!’ Murray says laughing. Dmitri rolls his eyes. ‘I’m going for a shower, thanks for the coffee Joyce’ he says finishing it. ‘Hey we’re not done talking about this!’ Hopper shouts down the hall. As Dmitri showers he really wishes you’d left your name, he wanted to know who you were. Who the first woman he fucked since his wife was. Sure there had been opportunities but he was always too nervous. The drink definitely made his decision but he did not regret it at all you were so beautiful, unlike anyone he’s ever met. He wanted to see you again. He didn’t know how that was going to happen but he needed to make it possible
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One month later -
You’d settled down nicely in your new home and job. As soon as you got your first pay check you bought dinner for everyone as a sorry for that night. They were all nice about it to you and luckily didn’t bring it up again. Today you and Robin had book the day off to go to the mall to go shopping. It’s been a while since you bought some new clothes so you were excited. After two hours of shopping you both decided it was time to grab something to eat as you were starving. You decided on getting some sushi, it was one of your favourites and you hadn’t had it in forever. You and Robin sit down, the smell of sushi hits your nose. Normally you’d love it but this time it makes you feel sick. You nose turns up at disgust. Robin sees your face change. ‘You okay Y/N?’ She asks. ‘Yeah yeah, think I’m just hungry. Skipped breakfast’ you say nonchalantly. Robin nods in agreement. Once the food arrive Robin tucks in making mmm sounds. You pick up your tuna roll with the chopsticks and put it in your mouth. As you chew something definitely doesn’t sit with you right. Your stomach churns at the taste. You look at Robin with a worried expression, before she can say anything to you, you are holding your stomach running to the bathroom. As soon as you reach the toilet you throw up. ‘Y/N? You okay?’ Robin asks making her way to you out of breath. You continue to throw up. Once your stomach is empty you flush the toilet and sit on the floor.m, wiping your mouth. ‘I don’t know what came over me. I love this place’ you say clutching your stomach. ‘Well you’ve been saying you’ve not been feeling great these last few mornings. Your not pregnant you?’ Robin says laughing making a joke
You look up to her, face paler than ever. Shit. Your late. Your never late. Since you were thirteen you’ve always been on time. Robin notices your change of colour and bends down to you. ‘Shit Y/N, are you actually pregnant?’ She asks shocked. You look at her with tears filling your eyes. ‘We need to go to the pharmacy. Now’ you say in a panicked voice. ‘Shit. Okay okay, we will go’ Robin says trying to be reassuring. You walk quickly out the bathroom leaving money for the sushi and grabbing your bags nearly running to the pharmacy. You look around and find a test. You hide it as you take it to the counter. Your in and out fast as you place the money down not bothering to wait for your change. You find the nearest bathroom to the pharmacy. Robin looks at you surprised. ‘N-now?’ She asks. ‘Yes now, I, I need to know’ you say closing the door dragging Robin in with you. She turns as you pull down your trousers and knickers, you open the test reading the instructions carefully. ‘Two for yes. One for no’ you mumble to yourself. You pee on the stick. ‘It says we have to wait three minutes’ you say pulling up your things. Robin turns to you as you sit back down on the toilet, your heart feels like it’s going to jump out your chest. ‘Robbie. What the fuck do I do?’ You say running your hands through your hair. Robin bends down rubbing your knees, ‘Why don’t we see what the test says first, then we can talk about it?’ She says with a small smile trying to help you stay calm. ‘I don’t even know who the fucking guy was!’ You say as tears start to roll down your cheeks. Robin brings you in for a hug as you sob onto her shoulders. You stay like this for a while until you calm down. You pull away and take a deep breath. ‘Can you look? I, I can’t’ you say passing her the test. Robin looks down and sees the two lines. ‘It’s, its positive’ she says showing you. You look at the test hands shaking. ‘Fuck’ you say not knowing what to do. You both stay speechless for a few minutes until you wipes the tears and shove the test in your bag. ‘Okay here’s what we’re gonna do’ you start to say taking a deep breath. ‘We’ve already made plans to go to Joyce’s and Hoppers house for the BBQ. We confirmed we definitely could yesterday. We can’t cancel. It’s a joint belated birthday party for Hopper and his friend. It will look weird if we don’t go. So this stays between us okay? I’m, I’m not ready to think about it yet. We got there and put on a smile. Promise?’ You say reaching for her hands. She takes them and holds them tightly. ‘Are you sure you want to Y/N? I’m sure they’d understand if we just say that your sick?’ She asks. You shake your head. ‘I’m sure, this is the first time in a long time I’ve been here for Hoppers party. I’m not gonna let them down. Let’s just get out of here please?’ You say pleaded. Robin nods, you both get up and leave your situation behind for now. The drive home is quiet, you don’t really know what to say. Once in the apartment you get ready for the party in your room. You chose a pretty purple dress with white flowers on it. Before putting it on you can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror. You look at your stomach and subconsciously your hands begin to reach for it. You quickly move them away when you hear a knock at your door. ‘Just a second’ you shout quickly putting on your dress. You open the door and are greeted by Robin. ‘Ready?’ She says with concern in her face. You shake off the feeling of wanting to hide and nod. ‘Ready. Let’s go’ you say grabbing Hoppers present. Robin grabs his friends, apparently he likes vodka. Just like before the drive over is quiet. Once Robin parks up your heart beats faster. ‘Y/N are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this?’ Robin asks turning to you. You take some deep breaths. ‘Yes, I’m sure’ you reply. You get out the car and begin to walk round to the garden, Robin quickly joins you side linking your arm giving you a warm smile.
The garden is decorated in balloons and a banner that says, ‘Happy belated birthday Hopper and Dmitri!’ ‘So is Dmitri Hoppers friend?’ You ask pointing to the sign. Robin nods. ‘Yeah, he’s a nice guy. Russian, you’ll like him’ she says with a warm smile. You smile back as you make your way over to Hopper and Joyce. ‘Happy belated birthday Hop!’ You say smiling. ‘Hey Y/N, hey Robin! Thanks so much for coming’ he says bringing you both in for a joint hug. ‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world’ you say hugging him back. ‘Where should we put the presents?’ Robin asks. ‘Just inside on the table, thanks’ Hopper replies smiling. Robin give you a look to make sure you’re okay whist she put the presents inside, you nod giving her a small smile. ‘Hi sweetie, so glad you could make it’ Joyce says bringing you in for a hug. ‘Thank you for the invite’ you say squeezing her back tightly. ‘Can I get you a drink? We’ve got some wine, champagne, beer?’ Hopper asks returning to the BBQ turning over the sausages. The smell makes your tummy feel queasy again. ‘Sure wine- actually water thanks’ you say quickly. Hopper and Joyce look at one another surprised as it wasn’t like you to turn down a drink. ‘I’m, I’m just trying to have one drink a week already. Gad it yesterday after a long day at work.’ You say hoping they’ll believe you. Before the reply you hear a voice coming from inside getting slowly louder as they come outside. Why do you recognise it? ‘Robin too kind of you to get me a present. Thank you’ Dmitri says as he and Robin walk outside to you. ‘Y/N, I don’t think you’ve met Dmitri yet’ Hopper says gesturing to you. You turn around to greet him. As your eyes meet one another everything feels like it is happening in slow motion. Your heart beating loudly. Sweaty palms. Face turning pale. This is him. This is your one night stand. You stand an stare at him in disbelief. ‘Y/N? Y/N you okay?’ You hear someone ask but everything sounds fuzzy. Dmitri can’t believe it. It’s you? After this long month of wondering it’s you? He’s heard Hopper and Joyce talk about you so much he felt like he already knew you. I guess in a way he did. As Dmitri opens his mouth to speak your stomach churns with the feeling again. You can’t stop what is happening. Your throw up right there on the floor.
‘Fuck, fuck’ you say as you see throw up on Dmitri’s shoes. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you run into the house crying. ‘I, I’ll check on her’ Robin says running after you. Everyone else stands there speechless. ‘Why don’t we go clean them up?’ Joyce says making her way to Dmitri avoiding your sick. Dmitri nods, ‘Yes please’ he sighs. That was not the reaction he was hoping for. The sight of him made you sick. It made him feel truly awful. You run to the bathroom slamming the door behind you. The tears start again. ‘Y/N! Open!’ Robin shouts banging on the door. Your hands tremble as you unlock the door. Robin quickly comes in locking it behind her. ‘What happened?! Are you okay?’ Robin asks as she watches you pace back and forth. ‘Y/N!?’ She says your name louder grabbing your shoulders to look at her. ‘Robbie. It’s, its him’ you say lip trembling. ‘What do you mean?’ Robin asks confused. ‘Dmitri. Dmitri was my one night stand. Dmitri is the father’
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Ningguang w/ a darling that has depression and struggles trying to get up from bed and do basic things, especially with eating ?
Sorry if it’s a bit much I’ve been struggling lately but take ur time, and if you can’t get to this one, it’s okay — hope you’re having a wonderful trip in AZ! <3
First of all, this isn't too much at all! Your so valid and I completely understand that basic things can take up energy that we just don't have.
Remember that though things are hard right now, it's always worth fighting for, and that it won't be hard in the future. Even if it takes a day, a week, or years, I promise it will get better. This is a reminder to everyone that you're loved, appreciated, and needed. You're all one of my precious followers and readers, and without you guys, I wouldn't be as successful or known as I am right now.
Notes: The reader is not specified, but I did write this with a more-feminine reader bc I myself am female. Remember that I don't condone forceful feedings, actions, or anything that causes someone else pain, discomfort, or guilt. If you are in any relationship, romantic or otherwise, please realize that it is not a healthy relationship and that you deserve so much better.
Also this was answered super duper late and I'm really sorry but I hope you enjoyed it just the same!
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I don't know if I can do this
The bed was hot, heavy and comforting.
It was everything that she was not. Despite a warm smile, curved eyes filled with love, sweet words, they were like wisps of clouds across your skin, dampening your mood and making you feel untethered.
But she did try. You appreciated it, really. It just... felt like a lie. Your head couldn't accept it, that she did try, that she wanted to be around you. That she made time for you.
But her hands were cold and light and delicate. Just like the fabric that hugged her abundant curve, like the lipgloss covering her soft lip, delicate and light and untethered, much like her palace in the sky.
"Y/n?" The deep, fine grain voice announced the appearance of the Tianquan. You hummed. Pulling the covers across your head, you decided that you wished for a weight that Ningguang could not provide.
Lofty. Idealistic. Someone who didn't understand how you felt. Soft breaths clouded the air, making it thick and hard to breath. It was hot. Uncomfortably so. But still you stayed, wishing for peace and alone time. And yet the door somehow opened.
Must've accidentally forgotten to lock the door, you thought, waving off the feeling of uncomfort. A heaviness dipped the bed, someone sitting at your hips, and stroking your head. It was silent.
"Y/n... you need to get up." Ningguang spoke sternly, though it wasn't without care or sweetness. "We've so much to see. Beidou will be coming back from port, and I hear she brought herself a souvenir from Inazuma. And the traveler tells me of-"
"Traveler this, Beidou that, let's do this and that." You interrupted, though it was a whisper compared to her power-edged voice. "I don't care. I don't want to go. I don't want to do anything. I want to be alone." Your voice became numb with bluntness. It didn't sound like you. It sounded lost, like whispers in the snow...
"...You haven't been eating lately." Ninnguang states, clearly talking about your shelves that have been gathering nothing but dust for days now.
"Not hungry." You shrugged, despite the voice rumbling deep in your belly. It was a miracle you still looked like you did, actually.
"Dear... you need to eat." Ninnguang's voice is gentle, but also arrogant. She was clearly worried. It just didn't feel like enough. Nothing felt like enough. "Come on, let's get you ready, and then we can go where ever you like for the evening."
"Why do you even care?" You hadn't meant to blurt the question outloud, but it escaped your lips all the same. She looked at you with disbelief.
"Y/n... It's because you're special to me, of course." The woman said it so softly, so warmly, that it was grounding and lifting all the same. "Now please, get up, I haven't got all day." She returns to her normal attitude, but it is not as irrate now.
"Ok..." You lift the blankets from your head, seeing the white-haired girl for the first time that day.
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Total bastard |Percy Hynes White|
Pairings: Percy Hynes White x Polish!F!Reader
Warnings: bit of cursing, stereotypes about cars, mentions of Harry Potter, let me know if I missed something. It’s shitty by the way.
Additionally: Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - your last name, Y/F/N - your friend’s name, Y/C/B - Your car brand/car of your choosing
A/N: Hello! That’s my third writing here on Tumblr and I must apologise for the grammar! I’m Polish so English is not my first language and don’t feel too comfortable using it. I’d be very grateful for any feedback about it because I truly don’t know if it’s even comfortable for you to read 😩
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You may be wondering how does working on Wednesday set look like and the only word that comes to my mind and describes it perfectly is MAGICAL.
That was my first - let me call it - serious job. I took part in few other productions as an intern mostly and I played a background character only once before getting the role of Wednesday’s cousin. Coming back to the topic - even though I have some experience in films and I know exactly how everything looks behind the scenes, the set of Wednesday was something totally different and new.
Maybe it’s because most of the cast was young and not too popular (not counting Jenna and some other actors of course). That was the first place where I felt like I belong there.
But I also met somebody who desperately tried to break my heart or so I understood it.
Let’s start with a quick introduction. My name is Y/N, I was born in 2000, in Poland which makes me different from my movie character all the way. I was kind of stressed about joining the cast mostly fearing that I won’t be accepted. I mean, they all have became really good friends and what if I they treat me as an intruder ?
The trip to Romania was excellent even though some turbulences happened during my flight. Firstly I was wondering about driving a car (which would take about 12 hours but I thought of taking some stops in Slovakia and Hungary). I love travelling to new places but I decided that buying flight tickets and rent a car while in Romania definitely will be a better option. I needed some way of transport and I truly hated the public communication.
I did as I said, I rented a car and was heading straight to the hotel. The atmosphere of Romanian forests was just wonderful. So mysterious yet so beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of looking at the surroundings and I took few stops on the way to take pictures of as many views as I could.
After an hour or maybe a little bit longer I finally arrived at the hotel. It was just a simple building, not too pretty nor ugly. Cozy actually. It’s totally fine though. I don’t feel too comfortable in luxury places.
“Shitty drivers.” I muttered while trying to park my car on a parking lot. I have to mention that I’m a pain in the arse if it comes to driving. I always stick to the rules and rarely try to break any which often makes other people go insane. I remember my very first time in the US. I rented a car with my friend and she was laughing her arse off almost every time I drove. The only text a remembered after coming back home was “we’re driving with a very sick Jaguar. Almost dead”. And to make it even funnier, I have been overtaken by a bicycle.
Minute of silence, please.
But coming back to my thoughts.
After seeing this one black BMW parked totally wrong, I got a clever idea. What to do to piss off its driver? I parked my car correctly so there was no option for whoever owned that black car, to get inside. Sorry not sorry. I left the car and took my luggage and just when I was heading to the building, someone called after me.
“What do you think you doing? I can’t get into my car, you daughter of the devil!”
I quickly turned around to see a young man opening the black vehicle with his automatic pilot.
“Fly then.” I said with a grin.
“May you move your shitty Y/C/B so I can leave the parking lot?” He added visibility furious.
“Shitty Y/C/B you say. Well, does your BMW have working indicators or they are to cause a huge explosion if you use them?” I asked and raised my brows at him.
Before you’ll start hating me for this I must explain something. Polish people truly hate BMW drivers. It’s not like we don’t buy those cars - we actually do and they are very popular. However seeing a BMW using indicators is something worth celebrating. Does not happen too often, tho. If you happen to see a BMW with working blinkers, you can be sure it’s police driving it.
I didn’t even wait for his response, expecting it to be rude, and just turned around again and that’s when I noticed a certain boy that was portraying Ajax in the show. He was laughing his arse off while leaning against the hotel entrance.
“Well done, whoever you are. Jake is a total shit and makes everyone go crazy with his behaviour.” He said while extending his hand to me which I gladly accepted. “Georgie Farmer, Ajax Petropolus, call me whatever you want.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgie. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m going to portray Wednesday’s cousin, Verity.” I replied with a smile.
“You have a funny accent. You’re not American for sure, aren’t you? I didn’t mean to offend you, of course.” He added.
“Don’t worry about that. English is not my first language so I’m not a mistress of speaking it. The truth is I usually fail doing so.“
„Stop saying so. You speak very well. I like the Brit or Australian sounding. But what’s your nationality then?”
“I come from Poland. Not too far away from here actually which I’m pretty glad about. At least my flight wasn’t tiring.”
“Woah, is that the country which is famous from pierogis?” He gasped visibly amazed and just when I nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him inside the hotel. I started giggling like crazy. I was totally over the moon because someone seemed to like me and that felt incredible.
“So I suppose you’re pretty stressed now before meeting the rest of the cast but there’s no need to worry. We are all very friendly and really excited to meet new cast members. Some of us are also pretty insane like Percy for example or Oliver but I’m sure that you’re gonna feel comfortable around them.” He said with a pure excitement, opening one of the doors for me. ”I believe that Emma dreams about giving newbies a hotel tour just like Enid would but what about me being your guide today? She’s rambling too much while showing people around.” He said. Well, isn’t it like he was rambling too?
“As long as you keep smiling and being all excited.” I replied winking at him.
And honestly that was the best beginning of a new friendship in my whole life. We spent around an hour running around the building while he was trying to show me everything. And I mean totally EVERYTHING. He even showed me a secret underground room where he, Percy and Oliver meet from time to time to gossip about what had happened during their day. Boys.
“And so this is the last room of ours. We call it a freak day room because we spend most of our free period here. A lot is happening here everyday so don’t be scared seeing whatever is going on there right now.” He said less enthusiastically.
“I’m prepared to see the worst.” I replied giving him a reassuring nod. I could already hear laughter coming from there and I felt sick from fear. I’ve never used to be too confident, not even mentioning popular. I was just a plain, grey, unknown and the least liked person in my school years. I’ve never had real friends. All of my “friendships” usually come to an end after few months.
“Guys, guys, guys, attention please.” Georgie spoke while entering the room. All the laughter stoped and everyone looked at him at once. “Percy, may you please stop this ungodly singing?” He added. “So I want to introduce a new person to all of you and-“
“You met someone new and didn’t tell us sooner?”
“I’m sorry, Emma but I needed to give her a quick tour and talk a little bit. Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Y/N, Polish miracle with a funny accent.” Georgie chuckled pulling me into the room. I almost fell noticing all those glances.
“Hiya, nice to meet you!”
Let’s say that the very first day with the whole cast was just amazing. Everyone had a lot of questions, some simple, some weirder. We had a lot to discuss and considering the fact that the boys opened a champagne and then another and another, it resulted in a killer headache on the next day.
But it doesn’t matter.
Percy does.
Since the very first time we laid our eyes on each other, there was a sort of a weird tension between us. I felt pretty shy for no reason and he seemed to judge me. Or so I understood because I usually think that people are gossiping about me which never happens actually.
The thing is that he was acting different in my presence. For example this one time when he was listening to music and singing in a tent, he stopped immediately after I joined him and few other cast members. His face expression made me feel sorry for interrupting their fun time however was it my fault that I was just being curious about what was going on in there? Oh, ok. I’m a bit nosy but IT WAS OUR TENT and I had a full right to go in there.
The second time I felt bad was the Halloween day. Emma and I were simply preparing our costumes in our “freak day room” when Percy came. He just leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest and was looking at what the both of us were doing. Then, he chuckled and raised his eyebrows.
“What?” I asked confused.
“Well, don’t get me wrong but wouldn’t it be just enough if you would have gone to the festival right after waking up? You know, all sleepy and messy.” He said with his characteristic grin. What was that supposed to mean?
“I was thinking about that actually.” I replied a bit upset forcing a small smile. Yeah.. He basically thought I was ugly. I can’t say I wasn’t though. At the age of 23 I had a lot of insecurities which may seem to be odd for many people.
“What are you planning to wear, Percy?” Emma asked.
“A beautiful smile and my fave hat. Enough to make all ladies gasp.” He chuckled and then left.
“He’s unbearable.”
That definitely was true. The way he laughed at me made me go insane every time. When I couldn’t hold the arrow properly, there he was, laughing his arse off. Same after all my bloopers. We also had a pretty heated argument scene one day and he couldn’t hold his laughter. I didn’t know what was going on. Was I truly this bad at acting? Not even mentioning the way he used to mock my accent and made me feel sorry that it was more British than American. Well, it’s not my fault! Polish schools ONLY teach British vocabulary and accent. It’s more familiar to all of us and additionally I used to grow up only having British or Irish idols. Who doesn’t remember One Direction for example? I was a number one fan and honestly I wouldn’t make it with my English without them. Before I met Percy I thought that the way I spoke didn’t matter but it clearly did. I truly started to have enough.
I can’t not mention the fact of being a Potterhead which was for some reason too funny for him. He used to walk around pointing at me with his fingers and go with “expelliarmus” or “abra cadabra” which wasn’t even a Harry Potter spell (and he knew that but wanted to see me explaining it to him and getting embarrassed). At this point I was truly frustrated.
“I’m so glad I have a bit more free time today. I was thinking about visiting the nearby shopping centre. What about you, Joy?” I said while eating lunch. That was the first day after a month of shooting when I was needless on the set. The most of my scenes have been recorded already and now it was only Jenna and her serie family time.
“I was there loads of times and I never get bored of going there. I will for sure keep you a company. I need to buy some stuff especially after Georgie ate almost all of my candy!” She laughed with pure happiness on her beautiful face.
“What are we doing today ladies?” Percy asked, putting his hands on Joy’s shoulders.
“We plan on escaping and doing some illegal stuff. Wanna join?” She replied with a smirk knowing just well that he definitely would accompany us if it really meant something illegal. He was overly confident and usually into rebelling.
“Does it mean few hours of shopping in cosmetic stuff which I ain’t understand? Then thanks.”
“We’re definitely planning on robbing a jewellery shop.” I said winking at him.
“Would be such a reward to have some new shiny necklaces, wouldn’t it? I bet it could ease your embarrassment after yesterdays fails on set. I really think you’re shitty sometimes.” He chuckled and made my heart shatter.
“Yeah. You’re right. So what about leaving soon, Joy? I think I’ll go to take my phone and car keys now.” I added not looking at him.
“I need to take a shower before we leave. Give me at least an hour, is that fine?” She asked smiling friendly.
“Sure. Take your time.”
As I said I went to my room and just sat there, looking at the wall. I’m shitty. That’s what he thought. How cool is that?
But no. It wasn’t what made me sob. Just not yet. The real reason of my future tears was much worse.
About a week later, just few days before Christmas, we all decided to have a lovely, friendly free period after work without caring about the job, without rehearsing, basically it was supposed to be just a chill out. Eating, doing nothing, maybe dancing a little, you know just a normal evening with friends. I was heading straight to our day room when I heard something what broke my heart into millions of pieces.
“What about you and your screen lover, artist?” Georgie laughed. Gossiping about me then. Fine. I just stood there behind the door to hear more and that was a mistake I wouldn’t make twice if I could turn back time.
“Y/N is… well, let’s say that I really couldn’t get more fantastic partner.” Percy scoffed, purest sarcasm in his voice. “I thought they’re going to hire a hot Latino chick for this role but then she came and I’m… huh. Can’t get over this. It’s a simple misunderstanding. You see, someone like her and someone like me. Not to mention that she’s one or two years above, isn’t she? Like a mama.”
“Oh yeah, I can totally agree, mate.” Olivier replied chuckling.
With that I didn’t even bother to listen to them anymore. I headed back to my room where I decided to call my bestie via FaceTime to let all of my negative emotions out. I sobbed hard for another half an hour and she was just there, looking at me and simply not talking. She was wonderful. She had no idea what happened but was waiting until my cries died, giving me some time before finally listening to the story and starting comforting me.
„Naprawdę nie wiem, co takiego mu zrobiłam.” („I literally have no clue what I’ve done to him to deserve it.”) I said, wiping the tears out of my face.
„Moje biedactwo. A przedstawiają go jako aniołka. Posłuchaj, siostra. Może i traktuje cię w taki a nie inny sposób, ale czemu to ma dla ciebie takie znaczenie?”
(„Poor little thing. Can’t believe he’s portrayed as such an angelic person. Listen to me, sis. He may be treating you like this but why does it actually matter to you?”) Y/F/N replied but just after that we heard my door being opened. I didn’t turn myself in the sound’s direction because I could clearly see in my phone screen who entered my room.
Percy himself.
But what the fuck did he want? I decided to stay unbothered and show no emotions at all. At last I didn’t want him to know that I was eavesdropping. Happily he does not know my mother language so it wasn’t too difficult to continue my conversation without his suspiciousness.
“Wiesz… Podłapałam małego crusha na tym dzieciaku. Nie wiem czemu. Zazwyczaj zachowuje się jakby się naćpał, ale jest dość uroczy i…”
(„You know… I might have fallen for him a bit. I know it’s ridiculous but he’s usually acting high like shit but he’s cute at the same time…”) I replied and saw a clear disbelief in my bestie’s face expression.
“On ci rujnuje samopoczucie z dnia na dzień coraz mocniej, a ty się w nim zakochujesz. Powinnaś się przebadać.”
(„Can’t believe it. He’s making your self confidence fall more and more everyday and you’re just casually falling in love. You should go and see the doctor real quick.”) She added visibly angry.
As we continued discussing this and that, I felt a movement on my bed. Percy sat cross legged behind me with a faint smile on his face which made me truly uncomfortable.
“Jak on w ogóle może tak o, wparować do twojego pokoju i gościć się w nim jak u siebie? Zwłaszcza po tym co powiedział.”
(„It’s so bold that he’s able just come to your room like nothing happened and simply feel like he’s being at his own place. Especially after what he said.”) Y/F/N said looking him straight in the eye. “Wydaje mi się, czy zaraz rzuci na mnie klątwę? Może Avada Kedavra?” (“Is he trying to hex me right now? Or maybe he’s planning on using Avada Kedavra?”)
„Możemy zmienić temat?”
(“May we stop talking about him?”) I asked with a forced smile.
But then I felt a very delicate tapping on my shoulder so I finally turned around to face Percy.
“You didn’t join us. Something’s wrong?
Yes, Percy. Yes. You happened.
“Powiedz mu co o nim myślisz i daj znać jak poszło.”
(“Tell him what you think about him and let me know how it went.”) My bestie added before ending the call.
“I don’t feel too well today so I just decided to stay here and spend some time alone.”
“Come on, sweet things, I know you’re lying.”
What did you call me?
“No idea what you’re talking about. I have a right to feel bad”.
“Something is clearly bothering you”.
How come that he was able to read my mind?
“Well maybe you wouldn’t need to worry about such a shitty thing if I was a hot Latino chick.” I retorted not daring to look him in the eyes. It took him off guard immediately.
“Wait, what?” He asked confused and then his face dropped. “Y/N, have you heard what I said down there in our day room?”
“Obviously. Look, I’m sorry that I got the role and you have to look at my Polish shitty face. I wish I looked different but I can’t. Also sorry for being shitty on set. And additionally I’m sorry for talking the way I do and I’m extremely sorry for liking what I like. I-“ I was cut.
“It’s a misunderstanding, sweet things. Let me explain, please.” He pleaded taking my hand into his and I just nodded. “I didn’t mean anything bad by saying all that stuff earlier. It might have sounded bad or so but I am very happy to have an honour of working with you. What I said about your acting was just a way to tease you. I like when you get flustered. I’m not laughing at the way you sound. I find it extremely attractive. I have a weakness for girls speaking languages and changing accents. Harry Potter is absolutely fine and I like it too. I mean, I like it a lot and even have a Dark Wand somewhere at my house. And what I said today… Sweet things, it was all positive. You see, I truly couldn’t get any better person to portray my lover. You’re just perfect doing your job. I also didn’t mean anything - I swear - anything bad talking about you and I feel like I wouldn’t be enough for you. So that’s why I told that someone like me couldn’t be with someone like you. You’re just much more mesmerising and too good to ever be mine. I’m so sorry about making you feel bad all this time.” He added with a pure sadness in his eyes.
This time I was taken aback.
“Wait, does it mean that-“
“I like you and truly wish we could start all over again. If you want of course. I get it if you don’t feel like being with someone younger.”
“You know that the age doesn’t really matter?”
“So is that a yes?”
“It doesn’t hurt to try though. But don’t you dare calling me “mama”. Like ever again.”
“Of course not. Never.”
Yeah, he was absolutely going to call me that. Seeing his little grin made me realise he’s not the one to trust at all.
To: Bestie 😈
Percy and I got together.
That might piss her off.
From: Bestie 😈
HAVE YOU GONE NUTS!
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A/N: I really am going to shit myself not knowing your opinion 🥲.
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de fragee prutia | part 4.
Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?
Pairing: Ben x reader
Word Count: 7.1k
Warnings: none
Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)
Ben’s room was a sanctuary for the two of you and that’s exactly where he led you after the paparazzi incident. Shoes and crowns left on the shelf by the door, here you could be just (Y/N) and Ben.
“I’m seriously sorry about that. I can’t believe they actually had the nerve to ask something like that.” Ben said, giving you a shoulder rub. “Who would think that’s okay to ask and while you were right there?”
Ben patted your shoulders to signal he was done and you guys switched spots. Couples massages was something you and Ben had decided to take classes for. It was a great way to be with each other while helping de-stress from all that was going on in your lives.
Ben took off his shirt and moved to lay down on his stomach, hands folded underneath his head like a makeshift pillow. You placed your legs on either side of his waist so you could give a proper deep back massage.
“It’s alright, Ben. People been saying that about Maldonia since before we got together and if we were to break up, they’d still be saying it after. It’s who we are to everyone. Small kingdom with nothing to give. We don’t let it bother us none too much. Let it roll off the back like water on an alligator.”
“You shouldn’t have to let it roll off. Why should you being the smallest kingdom matter? If they actually went down there, they’d see you have just as much prestige if not more than some of the bigger kingdoms.”
Ben had visited Maldonia with you a few times before and he had been to the palace there plenty of times on his own to learn Maldonian from TC and James. He saw the way Maldonia managed its people, how even the poor were given access to actual public service to at least help them try to move up in life. How children there had some of the highest education rates in Auradon yet still had time to play and be kids.
The sheer kindness he felt through the kingdom. He knew where you got your temperament from. Yes, your parents but also from the kingdom itself. Everyone tried to live a life of being decent by their neighbor and if something could be solved before turning into a fight then you gotta suck it up and solve it. It was all things he wanted to bring over to Auradon.
“Benny-boo, prestige ain’t nothing ‘round here without much status. And I can’t argue when they say we one of the bottom tier royal families.”
Even though Ben didn’t like the way you seemed to accept what they said, he did like hearing you talk. The way you said certain things in an almost sing-song fashion. The contractions and cutting short of certain words. In moments like this you lost your Auradon accent a bit and slipped back into something half-Maldonia half-Bayou. Usually a way of speech only your brothers and parents got to hear.
Part of the reason no one else got to hear it was for the very reason you and Ben were discussing. You weren’t going to give anyone in Auradon a chance to hear anything other. No reason to remind them you weren’t completely Maldonian. Ben liked that you trusted him enough to let your guard down and let the accent slip. It sounded better on you anyway.
“It’s just my father and my grandparents; Mama don’t got a royal bone in her body. If you ask me she’s more noble and proper than Papa though.”
“My dad was the only royal for a while too.”
“But Belle broke a spell without needing to marry him first. She’s been blessed by an enchanted rose. Beast’s family is older than everyone’s so no one can talk anyway. Ain’t fair but that’s how y’all done made the rules. We know how the rest of the families feel.” You continued working your way around Ben’s shoulders.
“Screw the rules.”
“You know when I was younger, and snuck in and out of stuff, I used to hear them talking when they came to visit. Sayin’ how they wish my dad in all his mischievous ways had some other kid out there before James. Someone else with a claim. He used to be uppity with princesses, messing around with nobility. Actually mad we never found nobody, can you believe it. James is next ruler of Maldonia and even if he wasn’t it would be me or TC. All of us from my mama, a good old regular from the Bayou, and there’s nothing they can do about it to change that.”
You laughed as you had a thought, “The girls in our family have a running theme I guess. We seemed to be destined to taint bloodlines.”
You meant it partly as a joke. It was something you heard guests from other kingdoms say when they thought Tiana had left the room. When you were younger, it may have hurt but now you thought little of it. Ben, however, didn’t like it one bit. Frowning, he lifted himself up a bit and turned over so he could see your face, grabbing your thighs to stop you from falling off.
“Hey, don’t say that.”
“Ben, I was just joking…but it’s true, all them other kingdoms think so.”
“I don’t give a damn what the other royal families think. You don’t taint anything. They wish they had as much prestige in their whole body that you do in your hand.”
Ben kissed your hand to make a point.
“Your whole family, (Y/N), is everything your people could hope for. And if your family was chosen to have ruled over everyone, the entire United States of Auradon would’ve been blessed to have you.”
Ben ran his hands up and down your arms.
“You’re just as royal as any of them. Even if you weren’t, you’re mine. And I don’t care how any of them feel about us.”
You didn’t think this was something that would affect him. You had been used to it for so long you never thought Ben would be bothered by people talking about his girlfriend like that. It’s not like Beast and Belle didn’t have their reservations at first. They were good people but keeping Auradon together was most important and at first it seemed your family instead of Audrey’s threatened that.
You leaned over to kiss him. Your hands gently cupped his face, this was new for you. You were rarely one to initiate real kisses. It was slow and sweet. Ben pulled away slightly breathless.
“I think I lo—”
You held up a finger to Ben’s lips. You knew what he was going to say.
“Don’t think it’s dumb, but I don’t want us to say it yet.”
“Okay.”
“…and you think it’s stupid.” You said sitting back up.
Ben grabbed your hand. “Hey, no I don’t, it was just unexpected. Can you tell me why?”
“I’ve always wanted to save my first I love you for my wedding. It’s like my own to say they lived happily ever after…we don’t seem to get our parents’ fairytales nowadays.”
“Alright.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
“You could make me wait a lifetime to say those words as long as it means I get to be with you.”
You giggled through your smile and leaned back over to kiss him. It started off slow just like the first one but just grew more hungry and passionate as you kept going. Your hips moved as you got more into it. Ben’s hands gripped your thighs hard.
“No ini quel algo ti no veuquier termifi, Prutia.” His voice got deep, there was something hot about the way Maldonian sounded when his voice was like that. (Don’t start something you don’t want to finish)
“Qui dit que je ne veux le finir?” You responded in French, making Ben growl.
Ben caught your bottom lip between his own, gently biting and sucking on it. His hands snaked their way lower. The reaction made you move your hips even more. Ben sat up fully. He kissed you roughly once more before you got up to close the open curtains. When you came closer to the bed, Ben grabbed the empty belt loops to pull you in but ended up ripping them off instead leaving you in your panties.
“I actually liked those, you know. How am I supposed to leave your room now?”
Ben’s hands groped your butt, over your underwear. His head rested on your midriff. “You can borrow something of mine.”
“You always did say you liked me in your clothes.” Your hands rested on his bare shoulders.
“Right now, I can think of one thing better than you in my clothes.”
He laid you back down on the bed, your head on the pillows so he was on top. Ben’s hands roamed up your body.
“Are you sure?” He asked kissing your temple, one hand propped him up above you the other resting under your shirt, playing with the bottom of your bra.
“I’m sure.”
Ben returned to your lips and slowly settled more of his weight on top of you.
~~~~~~~~
“Stop it, Pan.”
You and Ben were in Neverland getting Peter to sign the first set of contracts to regulate magic use in Neverland. Being magically inclined yourself you loved magic; but, even you had to admit that Neverland with all its pixie dust was a whole different ball game. The first contract that Peter agreed to with no question was the monitoring and accounting of pixie dust production each month. You were still working on what magic wouldn’t be tolerated…like Pan’s shadow messing with yours, the exact thing that was happening right now.
“I don’t get why you don’t just let i—”
“Just sign the contract and sit your shadow down, please.”
You cut Peter off. Ben still didn’t know about your shadow magic at his coronation and he didn’t need to know. It wasn’t exactly good magic, messing with friends on the other side. Whenever you were around Peter and his shadow, it made your own shadow itch. You didn’t like messing with it but you can’t help yourself wanting to let it run wild.
You knew how powerful the magic was when you took the risk in saving Auradon; but you thought you’d have better control than you did. Now you were watching as your shadow moved on its own, playing with Pan’s shadow. And you knew there was nothing you could do about it. You would need to find Mal when you get back, maybe she could help.
~~~~~~~
You were happy to be back on campus. You knew that the struggle was just for these few months. You and Ben were trying to implement a lot of new changes in Auradon, as well as finishing whatever Beast had gotten started. Once these initial policies were in place, you could rest and lead from a lot less stressful place.
“Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Yes?”
You looked up from your locker to see one of the boys from the tourney team. He was dressed in a suit with white gloves. The boy handed you a rose.
“If you would be so kind as to follow the gentlemen this way.”
He stepped aside and you could see the whole tourney team along with some other boys dressed in suits lined up across from the lockers, every other boy held a rose. You turned to look at Mal.
“What the hell?” You mouthed.
Mal shrugged and motioned for you to go. You collected the roses as you followed the line of boys, even Carlos and Jay were in line. You already knew Ben was behind whatever this was, after all roses were a beast thing. You had a whole bouquet by the time you reached the end of the line.
“Right through those doors,” the last boy said. He was pointing to one of the empty study rooms.
In the middle of the room was Ben, standing there with a giant teddy bear.
“I don’t think I could bear to go to Cotillion alone. Will you give me the honor of going with you?”
You didn’t think Ben was going to do anything special. You honestly figured once you two had some time to yourselves again, you would work out plans on going.
“Je voudrais ne rien faire d’autre.” (I would love nothing more)
All of a sudden, Mal walked past you into the room. She held up her cell phone with a video playing. “You’ll thank me later for filming that.”
“You knew he was planning this?”
“We helped him get it perfect,” Jay said. He, Carlos, and Evie stood in the doorframe.
While you should’ve been happy about Ben asking you in such a nice way, you were more excited that you got yourself off of Cotillion committee.
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“Okay, Evie I cannot breathe.”
Mal stood on Evie’s dressing platform in the middle of their dorm room, getting fitted for her dress. As one of her best friends and King Ben’s date, you got first go at Evie’s design skills. As roommate and best friend, Mal got the second go. So there you were, early in the morning, eating breakfast in Evie’s room while Mal got pulled tighter and tighter in a corset.
“You can breathe when Cotillion is over,” you said.
“Well I seriously doubt that, we have at least 30 more events after that. And I can’t even remember what a single one of them is.”
“Ben has 30, You and I have 26—”
“Oh, that makes it better.”
“Just focus on Cotillion. We’ll get to the other events when we get there. Most of them are small anyway, only an hour at most, like visiting the elementary school in Auroria.”
Mal looked over at her leather jacket hanging on the coat rack by the door.
“Evie, do you ever think about what we’d be doing if we were back on the Isle right now?”
“That’s funny. Ah! Look who’s on TV.”
Auradon’s daily news special came on. All the coverage was on Mal and Ben’s visit to Agrabah to work with Jasmine and Aladdin on helping Carlos establish an orphanage on the Isle. Aladdin was always very vocal about helping children on the Isle, it reminded him too much of his past on the streets. His contributions to Dragon Hall is what kept most of the villain kids going to school on the Isle.
Of course the news wouldn’t miss the chance to also include the part of their dinner where Mal spit something she didn’t like into a napkin.
“You couldn’t have just swallowed it?” you asked her, watching the scene unfold on the television.
Mal sighed as she got off the platform. She grabbed her spellbook and a royal advising book you’d gotten her. “Read it fast at lightning speed, help me remember everything I need.”
You watched her speed read the advising book.
“I know Mal’s secret to fitting in and Ben’s not going to like it,” Evie said.
“Ben can get over it, this isn’t easy. Please back me up (Y/N).”
“I think…” You chose your words carefully.
“That magic can be used to enhance and those with the ability shouldn’t be stifled. But also it’s a gateway. It starts off small and soon you’re destroying kingdoms, not that I think you would destroy anything. Just be careful. We can’t use it for every little thing, sometimes we have to struggle like everyone else.”
“Haven’t y’all kept enough secrets between the three of you?” Evie asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, looking Evie dead in the face.
“Your little friend on the other side. I’ve seen you and Mal practicing, I may be a princess but I’m not that light of a sleeper.”
You knew she was talking about the shadow magic, about how you still haven’t told Ben. Mal had been helping you learn to control it. It was obvious your shadow wasn’t going to return to normal; but, you couldn’t just let it do whatever it wanted. When you told Mal to be careful about gateway magic, you were speaking from firsthand experience. You didn’t realize how much your fingertips would ache to do a little spell.
“I’m pretty sure even Audrey wouldn’t be disturbed by pea.”
“You’re deflecting. I’m just saying as your friend, both spell books belong in the museum along with my magic mirror.”
“You don’t ever miss just running wild and breaking all the rules?” Mal asked.
“Yeah, Mal, I wasn’t talking about doing all that.” You didn’t realize Mal seemed to be having a hard time with something.
“You mean lying, stealing, and fighting?” Evie asked.
“Yeah.”
“No! M, we’re in Auradon, we’re Auradon girls now. We can be whoever we want to be here. So let’s just leave the past in the past, please?”
“Alright, breakfast is almost over. Mal get changed, let’s go get the guys for class. I’ll get Ben, you get Jay and Carlos.”
~~
(Third Person POV)
The VKs walked through the outdoor hallway on their way to the Activities building. After passing Goodness 101 last semester with flying colors, they now had that block to take up extra classes that they actually liked. Every girl they passed swooned as Jay smiled at them.
“Why do you torture them just pick someone to take to Cotillion already. Or better yet, ask Audrey,” Carlos said as they passed another group of girls.
“Audrey and I are strictly dorm room friends, let’s put it that way. Besides she’s not even here this semester—left two nights ago. No, I’m going solo. Now, all the ladies can get a dance.”
“Dude…but if you were gonna ask someone, what’s the best way?”
“Listen, all you gotta do…” Jay put his hand on Carlos’ shoulder as if he was about to give sound advice. “Is look like me.”
“Oh ha-ha.”
“Mal!” The VKs heard Jane call out.
“Hey, Jane.” Carlos said awkwardly.
“Hey.”
“I was wondering if you, uh, liked the carrot cake last night?”
“I had the pumpkin pie.”
“Oh, cool, uh.” Carlos stumbled over his words.
“Smooth.” Jay patted Carlos’ shoulders and led him away while he still had some pride left.
“I have an opening for a fitting at three right after Clara, who wants it?” Evie asked the Cotillion committee members in front of her and Mal.
“Me!” Lonnie rushed out before anyone else. “Sorry Jane, sorry guys.”
“Perfect. I’ll make you first thing tomorrow, Jane. Everyone else, text me, we’ll work it out.” Evie and Lonnie walked over to the little bench, a few steps away from Jane and Mal, to discuss dress ideas.
“Okay…Mal, I hate to keep bugging you but…” Jane started.
“Yes?”
“The decorating committee needs more answers, like now.”
“Jane, I would love to but I need to get to class.”
“You know what just nod real quick if you like it. Chair swags, entry banners, twinkle lights. Napkin design, table bunting and we still haven’t picked the party favors, yet. We have chains, key charms, pen toppers or we could do all three if we work the budget. Personally, I don’t think we’ll be in—“
Mal’s eyes flashed green as she used her magic to calm herself down and get into royal advisor mode.
“I say pen toppers.”
“Yeah? Cool, you won’t regret it.”
“Okay.”
“I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do for Ben and (Y/N)’s wedding.” Lonnie come back excited.
“Me too… Wait, what?!” Mal registered Lonnie’s words. The only ring (Y/N) had on her finger was Ben’s beast ring, nothing near an engagement.
“The Royal Cotillion is like getting engaged to be engaged. Royal advisor plans it all!”
“I knew it!” Evie excitedly chirped.
“Everyone knows it. Well royal advisor and lady-in-waiting but (Y/N) hasn’t chosen one yet.”
“I didn’t know it!” Mal was flustered. “How come nobody told me that! I didn’t expect to be doing this my—“
“Hey guys.” Ben and (Y/N) walked up.
“Hi guys.” The girls said not too smooth, drawing out the “hi”.
“Ooh, Ben, perfect. I have to ask you something.” Jane ushered Ben off to the side to discuss (Y/N)’s present.
“Come on Mal, we have class.” (Y/N) linked arms with Mal.
Mal and (Y/N) had a separate class from Ben— they took Art History while Ben did Environmental Studies— but, both classes were in the Activities building.
Jane showed Ben the different stain glass options of (Y/N)’s portrait.
“I think the one you designed is personally the best.” Jane flipped all the way to Ben’s.
“Her hair’s not straight. Make sure they get that right, curls. Lots of them.”
“Ben! Class! You’ll be late.” (Y/N) called.
“You girls just go ahead. I’ll catch up.”
“He’s going to get in trouble,” (Y/N) gossiped to Mal, “Sanders doesn’t care that he’s king. I’ve seen his grade in that class you know, it’s not the best.”
Ben gave a short, dry laugh— more like a snort— at his girlfriend’s comment. Mal and (Y/N) walked off, leaving Ben to finish choosing panel colors.
Ben approached Mal sitting in the outdoor area after her Art History class.
“(Y/N) isn’t coming to our meeting today.”
“What? Is she ok? She seemed fine in class.”
“Oh she’s great. She just said you’ve been dealing with a lot of pressure with the job, lately. You’re my royal advisor and we both agreed that you and I should talk candidly.”
Ben noticed Mal’s spellbook in her hand. “Didn’t you donate that to the museum?”
“That is actually where I’m on the way to, tonight. But right now, I’ve got to get to the cake shop for flavor samples to bring back to the Cotillion committee so I really should get going,” Mal said trying to escape.
“Actually this way.” Ben led Mal towards the end of the outdoor area, where a purple motorcycle was waiting with a golden ribbon.
“You guys got me a motorcycle?!”
“You need a way to get to all your meetings without taking the bus or waiting for one of us to have a schedule. I, personally, was going for your own driver on schedule but (Y/N) said this was more your speed, do you like it?”
“Does an ogre like cheese puffs? She got me so right, it’s amazing!”
“I’ll see you at our meeting later. Have fun with your cakes.”
While Mal was testing out her new motorcycle, (Y/N) and the other cheerleaders were finishing up practice. They had some new girls on the squad for Spring Cheerleading that weren’t there for tourney season and scheduled an extra practice to go over some things. The girls were grabbing their bags from the locker room when they heard a commotion outside in the main gym.
They went to the upper level of the gym where Jay was fighting a masked fencing player. The girls watched as Jay stood his own but was ultimately defeated by the masked fencer.
“Whoa, he’s good,” one of the girls commented.
“Yeah, he’s…Lonnie?!” Jane gasped.
All the other girls that weren’t looking, peered over the upper railing to see. They were excited to see Lonnie hold her own against the guys. She was an expert sword master, she learned from some of the best. Jay was about to shake Lonnie’s hand when Chad intervened holding a rule book up. Once again, there’s goes Charming being less than Charming.
“See, it says right here a team is made of a captain and eight men.”
Jay took a look at the book. “I guess it’s out of my hands, sorry Lonnie.”
“It’s okay Lonnie! Ugh, men.” (Y/N) shouted from above.
“If my mother thought like that, we would’ve lost the war,” Lonnie said walking away. All the cheerleaders started to leave with her.
Carlos called Jane as he caught a glimpse of her from upstairs.
“Hey, Carlos. What’s up?”
“Not much, you?”
“Way too much. We were going to go with the blue and gold banners for Cotillion but we can’t find the right shade of blue. And (Y/N) doesn’t know that we managed to get the boat, anyway. Cotillion on a boat… it’s different.”
“Um speaking of Cotillion I wa—“
“I know right. It’s all anyone is talking about 24/7. It’s like they’ve never been before.”
“Oh, well, I actually haven’t.”
Jane got quiet, she didn’t mean to make him feel bad.
“…you know that’s okay. I always end up serving punch with my mom at school dances, anyway. I’m only assistant head of decorating committee because Audrey’s grandparents pulled her from school for an extended spa vacation.”
“Jane, maybe we should…”
“Skip the whole thing. Yeah, I wish I could. It’s so nice to have a friend on the same wavelength.”
“Yeah… you got me”
Jane’s cell phone rang and she had to take it. She waved bye to Carlos and walked off. Carlos looked at Dude and just sighed.
“Don’t look at me like that, it just wasn’t the right time or place.”
~~~~~~~~
Mal stormed into Carlos and Jay’s room. She heard the TV going off in Carlos’ room. It was all about how she must be excited as royal advisor to showcase some of her more fun aspects as advisor. And how she will be officially inducted as a “Lady-of-the-Court”. Something about all the press coverage set her off and she couldn’t help but have a panic attack. Her eyes kept flashing, rapid fire green as she struggled to breathe normally. It was starting to become too much, she had even dyed her hair blonde, with purple tips, to fit in more with the court.
“Whoa, easy,” Carlos said, watching the girl.
“You think this is easy? People scrutinizing every decision you seem to make.”
“Sorry.”
“Carlos, don’t you ever miss screaming at people and just making them run away from you?”
“You’re thinking of my mother and I was usually on the other end of it so no… oh hey, did you bring it?”
Mal held up the little mint box that held a truth gummy. “Are you sure you want this Carlos?”
“Will it make me confess to Jane?”
Mal took the gummy out of the box, “Yeah. As well as whatever comes to mind.”
Mal dropped her arm holding the gummy. Dude ran up and before anyone could stop him, ate the gummy out of Mal’s hands. Carlos and Mal just stood there looking at the dog.
“Man, you’ve just got to man up and ask her.”
“Oh no, he talks.” Mal looked on in horror.
“And while you’re at it, scratch my butt.”
“You heard him… scratch his butt.” Mal turned to leave.
“Wait! Don’t leave me with it!” Carlos yelled. The door slammed as Mal ignored him.
~~~~~~
On the Isle, Harry Hook dropped off his sword in the bucket near the front of Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shoppe. He would never willingly relinquish his sword but in Uma’s mom’s shop, he would follow all the rules. He strolled right up to the bar counter and walked over it to be on the other side. Uma dropped a plate of food in front of him. She turned on the TV to see an interview with Mal, (Y/N), and Ben. Uma grabbed the grub off of Harry’s plate and threw it at the TV.
“Poser,” Uma said frustrated.
“Traitor! Let them have Bore-adon,” Harry yelled for encouragement, “I would love to wipe the smiles off their faces.”
“Gil? You want to quit choking down yolks and get with the program.” Uma turned to look at her third in charge.
“Yeah, what they said.”
Uma rolled her eyes. Gil didn’t have a lot of there-there; but he was second in command after Harry because of his amazing loyalty.
“That traitor left us in the dirt. She gets to have a great time living it up in Auradon while the rest of us get still get their trash.” Uma seethed.
“Who turned her back on evil,” Harry chimed in.
“Who said you weren’t bad enough or big enough to be in her gang…”
Everyone stopped to look at Gil.
“What back when we were kids, remember? She dumped that chum on you called you Shrimpy and the name just stuck? No?”
Gil was lucky Uma liked him and understood he had no bad will when he said it. Otherwise, she would’ve cut off his hand right then and there in the restaurant.
“That snooty witch. Grabbed everything and ran while she left me nothing.”
“No, she left you that sandbox.”
“Gil! I need you to stop talking. We should not be getting her leftovers. We’re gonna do something about that. Son of Hook, Son of Gaston, and me, Daughter of Ursula! What’s my name?”
“Uma,” Harry said in a low whisper as he took off his hat and kneeled to her.
“What’s my name?”
~~
(Third Person POV)
Ben and Mal were sat at their meeting, sans (Y/N).
“Would you like a hot hors d’œuvres?” Mal asked.
“Yes, please. I can’t believe you made all this for the meeting. You didn’t have to.”
“Well, they informed me at the palace that it was something past advisors did for certain meetings.”
“I mean, yeah, my dad and some of the other kingdoms did that. We’ll probably just switch to catering soon, seems kind of trivial, all this.”
Ben sat down his food and clasped his hands together. It was time to get serious about the meeting.
“Are you okay Mal? With the job and all. I feel like we pushed a lot on you. We sort of forgot you aren’t an Auradon girl by birth, it’s not like you know all the rules.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m good, really. It’s mainly the Cotillion planning. I’ve never had to plan a party in my life. I once tried to throw one on the Isle, I mean it was to pull a trick on Evie, I totally regret that now but Carlos planned that I… just dictated.”
“Well, it means a lot to us that you took this on. And took time out for this meeting. This food is amazing, I wish (Y/N) was here to enjoy it.”
“You know we can pack some up. I have Tupperware somewhere, let me just…”
“Oh, I’ll look for it.”
Ben went to go look for Tupperware in the picnic basket. Before Mal could even object, Ben pulled out her spellbook.
“I thought you donated this.”
“That’s why it’s in there, I’m on my way later.”
Ben began to flip through the bookmarked pages of the spellbook. Every title he read was a spell Mal used to be a better royal advisor.
“Mal, I thought we all talked about this? We can’t just use our magic for everything. I’ve got to take your spellbook to the museum. We thought you were able to adapt so well, doing your best…”
Ben went to put the spellbook in his backpack. Mal felt like she seriously messed up when she heard the disappointment in his voice. She’d find a way to be a better advisor; but right now, she needed Ben to forget what just happened.
“Take back this moment that has passed. Return it…reverse it, dammit.” Mal stopped, trying to think of the rest of the spell.
“Are you trying to spell me right now?!”
“Ben it’s been so hard for me right now.”
“Yes! Some things are hard, you don’t think (Y/N) and I feel that too?! It’s our job.”
“It’s your job! I don’t know how to do this Auradon thing. I can’t be what everyone wants.” Mal reversed her cooking spell to reveal a simple sandwich and a glass of milk. “This is what I can do.”
Mal stormed off. Ben grabbed the sandwich and waved it in the air.
“For the record, PB & J would’ve been perfect for the meeting!”
Mal felt like she couldn’t be in Auradon anymore, she knew what she had to do.
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(Y/N POV)
“Give her a few days. Mal and her magic is like chicken and rice.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have pushed it. You keep telling me she’s not an Auradon girl.”
“It’s cause she’s not.”
“I just want her to settle in here. Everyone already questions her magic. They don’t need to talk about her too. I can barely protect you from the press, how am I supposed to protect you both.”
“Mal loves it here but the Isle runs through her. Give it some time, she’ll probably stop using her magic once she gets the hang of it.”
You were in Ben’s room again, his head resting in your lap while you played with his hair. Ben placed his crown on your head, he liked doing it. He thought you looked cute— how the crown didn’t quite mold to your head like it did for him, always tilting slightly and half buried under curls.
“So the orphanage is a go?” You asked.
“Yeah, they’re sending builders and supplies tomorrow, King Triton’s shipping crew is in charge of everything now. Carlos said he wanted to go with Aladdin once the initial infrastructure is up. How’s Wonderland?”
“Finally agreed to sign. Once they heard Neverland joined the pact, they knew they could trust us. Now we just have… everything else to handle.”
“Ha. Once we get the Isle better, our jobs shouldn’t be this hard.”
“Unless there’s another mine dispute.” You joked. “Oh, Mal and I signed off the newest Isle shipment. Fresh food and quality school supplies. It should get there in two or three days.”
“That’s great.”
“I can’t believe we were okay with sending them Auradon’s literal trash. How could your father let that happen? He knows firsthand what it’s like to be mistreated by appearance.”
“Exactly. He thinks his curse is because he judged an old lady for being old and ugly, just a book and its cover. He refused her kindness because she looked bad to him. As far as my dad’s concerned, these villains showed what’s behind their covers and it’s nothing good.”
“Did we have to keep their children there? Send them bad supplies.”
“That would be him succumbing to the pressure of the other kingdoms that oppose everything we’re trying to do now. He may have a temper but don’t let it fool you, Dad’s biggest fear is probably an angry mob at his door. Especially one made up of other royals…are you okay?”
You had closed your eyes in pain. Your shadow wanted to walk away from you and it was getting painful to resist. You and Mal couldn’t figure out how to control it— you were even so desperate as to go to Peter Pan; but he only suggested letting it roam. Your fingers twitched and you felt your whole arm freeze up.
“Whoa, (Y/N)? What’s going on?”
Tears were streaming down your face, you opened your eyes to look at Ben. You could see your shadow rising up on the wall behind him, it wore a dark smile.
“I’m fine, Ben.”
“I can tell you’re not. Talk to me, Prutia.” He said softly.
You watched your shadow attempt to push Ben’s crown off your head. You couldn’t fight it anymore and gave in. Ben pushed his falling crown back on your head.
“Ben, I have to tell you something.”
Evie entered into the room, without warning, holding a note.
“Guys, it’s Mal. She’s gone back to the Isle.”
You and Ben’s mouths dropped. Ben sat up. Evie handed you the note to read over. Sure enough, this wasn’t a sick joke, Mal went back to the Isle.
“This is my fault,” Ben muttered, “Shit. This is my fault, I pushed her too far. Instead of being understanding, I went all Beast on her.”
“Hey, Ben…Ben look at me, it’s okay. We’ll go and get her and you can apologize.”
“You guys will never find her. You need to know the Isle and how it works and… you have to take me with you.”
You went to face your friend, “Evie are you sure?”
“Yeah… she’s my best friend. And we’ll bring the boys too because there’s safety in numbers and none of us are really too popular over there right now.”
“Thank you,” Ben said.
“But let’s get something straight. You have to promise me I’ll never get stuck there again.”
“We would never let that happen. We promise.” Ben was serious.
“Okay, let’s go get her.”
Evie stopped you and Ben before you could exit the room. “You stink of Auradon. You go looking like that and they’ll skin you alive. We need to Isle you up.”
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“Jay. Keys, remote.” Ben threw the items at Jay.
All of you ran quickly down the stairs of the school to one of the limos always available for you and Ben. The plan was to drive over at night, with no one knowing, opening the barrier for the bridge without anyone noticing was going to be the hardest part.
“Okay, once we get past the barrier we’ll park under The Old Pier. We get in, we get out. Got it?” Evie commanded.
“Got it.”
Ben and Carlos stretched a deserted tarp over the limo once you arrived. It wasn’t much but it was the best covering you had. You and Ben approached one of the many tunnels around the pier.
“Hey, what’s in here?” Ben asked.
“Guys!” The VKs rushed to pull you away.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Jay said.
“Let’s keep it chill guys,” Carlos started, “The last thing we need is our parents figuring out we’re here.”
The VKs led you through the various alleyways of the Isle. Out of nowhere, two little children pickpocketed Evie. She went to grab them but ended up letting them have it, they needed to money more than her. You and Ben exchanged a look, the new shipments weren’t going to be enough. You’d have to talk to King Triton about implementing a new bi-weekly schedule; at least until the Isle was better. It was definitely going to cost the palace.
You and Ben had wandered ahead in awe of the Isle. You admired how they made do with the crap they got. Ben pulled out his wallet to buy something from and young child running a market shop. You let your shadow go on the Isle.
Magic didn’t work on the Isle but technically your shadow’s magic wasn’t sourced from the Isle or even Auradon. It was attached to the pot of pixie dust in your room— thanks to Peter Pan. He thought it would help control it when you insisted that’s what you wanted. It didn’t control anything, but now it allowed you to work magic on the Isle. Neverland magic always worked differently.
“Hello,” you greeted the man who kept staring at you and Ben from a lamp post.
“Guys!” Jay, Evie, and Carlos came in. Jay grabbed you and Ben while Carlos stepped to the guy, getting him to back off.
“This isn’t a parade, you two. It’s the Isle.”
“Keep your hands in your pockets unless you’re stealing something.” Jay advised.
“Either slouch or strut,” Carlos chimed in.
“And never, ever smile.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Evie held up a hand. “And drop the ‘please’ and ‘thanks’… just, chill.”
You were picking up the chilling like a villain thing easier than Ben, thanks to a secret shadow.
“It’s hard being what I’m not.” Ben was struggling.
“Well if you don’t, you’re gonna get us caught.”
You and Ben had given the VKs enough confidence in you villain abilities that you could go find Mal. Your shadow slinked its way behind you, never really staying on the ground; but causing too much trouble. You ran into a big blonde boy holding some eggs.
“Sorry, I mean watch you’re going punk.” Really? Punk? That was the best you could come up with?
“Oh it’s no problem. Hey, I know you.”
Oh no, this was about to get bad.
“Uh, no. Don’t know you, man.”
“Yeah, you do. Hey Carlos, Evie, Jay. King Ben… wait, you’re King Ben, and you’re (Y/N).”
“Okay, we’re going now.” Jay escorted you away.
You heard the guy say something about an Uma knowing your group was there. You kept walking, keeping your heads down until you reached Mal’s place…well it belonged to all four of them. Jay threw a rock at a hanging sign to open the door.
“I’ll go up and ease her in.” Evie said heading up the steps.
The rest of you waited at the bottom of the steps. You watched your shadow dance around the Isle when the others weren’t looking, it was kind of cute dancing on a barrel for you. You twitched your right thumb and watched the shadow do the same. This was the first time it had followed anything you wanted. You touched the space above your head where your crown normally rested. The shadow did the same only it touched an actual crown on its head.
“Whoa,” you whispered maybe a little too loud.
“What?” Ben asked.
“Nothing.” You panicked.
You watched your shadow grow its devilish smile again. It grabbed at Ben’s shadow trying to pull it. Ben jumped a little and swatted at his jacket only to see nothing there. You knew it, it was only a matter of time before it became trouble. You used all your strength to rein it in. Your shadow became like everyone else’s. You smiled to yourself proud, for once you did it.
“Well, that was weird,” Ben said.
“Yeah.”
Suddenly, your breathing became labored. The pain was back. You looked at your palms watching the veins in your hands become visible, looking black instead of blue. It was fighting back and quicker than usual. You couldn’t even give your shadow breathing room, obviously it wouldn’t listen when called back.
“Hey, what was that you wanted to tell me earlier?”
“It’s not important right now, Ben.”
You tried to suppress the pain. You couldn’t control your shadow. You couldn’t tell Ben until you learned how to control your shadow. You were starting to get worried though. If you gave in to this, you were scared you might give in more. Shadow magic was some of the darkest kind of magic, messing with voodoo and “the other side”. The cravings were growing stronger each day to let your shadow out and you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d be craving more.
“She won’t come down.” Evie finally returned.
“Let me try.”
“I don’t think…”
“She’s my friend, too.”
“Alright.”
You approached the little megaphone thing that Evie pointed to. It was connected to the inside of the place.
“Mal?”
“Go away!”
“You know that’s not going to work with me, M.”
There was a pause before the door to her place opened. You climbed the steps up and when you arrived Mal was working on a spray-paint mural.
“Glad to not see me or Ben with horns and a pitchfork.”
“What do you want?” Mal was trying to act like when you first met, like that coldhearted Isle girl.
“Ben’s here to apologize.”
“What do you want?”
“M, please come home.”
“(Y/N)… I am home. It wasn’t about the job, it seems to be everything else too. I don’t fit in. I really gave it my best shot. If you think it can change it won’t.”
“Then we can change. We’ll learn to live a little. What do you like to do? Skip a class, ignore certain responsibilities?”
“No! See, there right there. I’m a bad influence on you two. It’s only a matter of time before I mess up so bad that the kingdom doesn’t only turn on me, they turn on you.”
“The kingdom’s already done that quite a bit,” you said, thinking about the paparazzi incident.
“You should go, (Y/N). And take the others with you. Go, please!”
You stood your ground and when Mal saw you weren’t leaving she went back to spray-painting.
“Mal… Mal! I didn’t know what you were going through. I thought that you were fine, why did you have to hide?”
You watched Mal stop painting. “I didn’t want to let you down…but the truth is out. And it’s tearing me apart, not listening to my heart. I really had to go.”
“And I would never try to stop you!”
“Even though we’ve changed.” Mal threw you a can and watched your shadow catch it. The can dropped into your hands.
“Nothing has to change.”
(Part 5)...
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Danganronpa: Elite Stars (Yandere) - Part 1
Y/N P.O.V
I Y/N, was selected to join the elite stars academy, a prestigious school that only accepts people with ultimate talents that will change society, the country and the world for betterment of mankind. I am the ultimate triple threat I started my career when I was 12 years old being in magazines and doing photoshoots for back to school uniform clothing and designer brands, which then in turn made my acting debut at 15 starring in the movie ‘Cherry Girl’ as a supporting role and soon doing bigger and bigger roles like playing as Lumi in ‘Colour Rush’ or Krystal in ‘Love Arcade’. Being a model and actress wasn’t enough at 16 I decided to make my solo debut with the album ‘Timeless’ that hit platinum winning several awards.
My parents were so proud of me their child accomplishing and living my dreams. My mother likes to brag to all her friends of what I am doing and my father’s friends children’s are fans of me. And now to enter the elite stars academy that guarantees me success, they almost died of a heart attack knowing all my hard work was being recognised. I know for a fact that I will be set for life.
Yet, I know my competition shall also be attending this school, my hands feel quite clammy as I stare at the tall building. That is welcoming the new students from attending their school.
I’ve heard of a few ultimates such as, the ultimate heir, ultimate influencer, ultimate song writer and the ultimate visual were the only one’s I were able to find out about through an online forum. Maybe all the other ultimates are part of the entertainment programme.
As I walk past the gates and enter the front door towards the reception to sign in to the classroom I see a few other students who seem to be waiting for an adult to tell them what to do. Some of them are sitting on the couch right in front of the sign in area others are standing as there are no seats left and one of them right below the T.V that is on the top corner of the room. All of them turn to as enter the room all looking at me with curiosity, excitement and hunger in their eyes to know which ultimate I am.
???: oh look there’s another ultimate
???: I was told that there would be fifteen of us and since there is fourteen of us now that makes this girl the fifteenth
???: well since we’re all here should we do introductions
???: yeah I guess your right girlie
The two of my peers are talking as of I’m not in the room, how rude they are. They could just introduce them the moment I entered. Oh well, is what it is.
???: ay, new girl that just entered the room you start of
Y/N: Me?
I point to myself with confusion, well we’re all technically new I’m assuming after hearing their conversation.
The boy nods.
???: yeah who else am I talking to
Y/N: Well I am Y/N, the ultimate triple threat. The ultimate triple threat as in modelling, movies and music you.
Jay: I’m Jay the ultimate heir to my father’s fashion business, you might of heard of it since your a model, it’s called Park Couture. The girl right next to me is Aisha she is the ultimate model, she’s actually done some runway work with my father’s designs
Aisha: It’s nice to meet Y/N, I hope we can become friends
I look at them up and down. The boy is very attractive for someone who really does not have a ultimate talent other than being born into a rich family, he gives off ‘imma bend my secretary over my desk and do the dirty, even if my wife knows she can’t do shit’. As for the girl she herself is really tall her legs make her look like she is 6’0 feet tall and her eyes look like that they are piercing my souls. I can only imagine what all the other ultimates look like.
The next boy stand up with two other boys coming over to me extending his hand out for a shake.
Yeonjun: And I’m Yeonjun the ultimate It Boy, you might of heard of me along with these other boys Taehyun here is the ultimate vocalist and the boy to my right is Beomgyu, the ultimate visual. We are part of the group TXT which stand for tomorrow by together. We are pretty popular. It be a bit embarrassing, if you didn’t.
OMG TXT MY FAVE BOY GROUP IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ATTENDING THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME. I WONDER IF WE ARE GOING TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS. I need to play it cool and chill, I don’t want them to think that I am a freak.
Y/N: Oh yeah I heard of you guys your music is pretty cool I’ve got some of your songs on my playlist
Beomgyu: Ayo we have a MOA with us cool
Taehyun: Not just that she is a famous MOA herself
Yeonjun: Not just famous but beautiful as well not many of our fans are as beautiful as you
You blush at his compliment as he gives a cocky grinning. Is he insulting his fans by calling them ugly
???: Alright since all the musical ultimates are introducing themselves I’ll guess will do the same
A small woman that speaks
Soyeon: I’m Soyeon the ultimate musical producer
Three other people stand next to her, I assume that those are part of the musical ultimates she was talking about.
Yoshi: I’m Yoshi, the ultimate song writer. It is a pleasure to be acquainted with you Y/N maybe we could work together sometime
Felix: Guess I’m next, I’m the ultimate rapper, the name is Felix
Damn that guys voice, I know him he’s a rapper a part of the boy group stray kids known for his deep ass vocals. Yet he has a cute face that does not even match with his vocal chords.
Gaeul: And I’m Gaeul, the ultimate dancer, I’m not musical related but I have choreographed a couple of dances for some solo artists and groups even featuring in some of their music videos as a dancer and being on stage as a performer
Damn no wonder why these people are called ultimates it is best I use that to my advantage and make connections with these people. You never know when they can be useful.
Y/N: Right well what about the rest of you
???: Seriously, you don’t know who I AM OF ALL PEOPLE
???: OR ME
???: oh please who would want to know you Wonyoung your like the cancer of the internet
Wonyoung: EXCUSE ME, TALKING TO THE PERSON WHO PLAYS GAMES FOR A LIVING
???: At least I can make a living of skills and talents not my looks
Wonyoung: Yeah well whatever, not like you even know me and as for you girlie I’m Wonyoung, the ultimate influencer, not just an influencer but I’m also a celebrity so feel blessed being in my presence
Y/N: Ok
Sakura: And I’m Sakura, the ultimate actress and unlike some people I’m ACTUALLY a celebrity. You must of heard of me I was in the soap called ‘Rosewood Empire’ the main character
Ahh, Sakura the ultimate actress I’ve seen her on T.V a couple of times a lot of the boys in my previous school had a crush on her and girls wanted to be her. She’s known for the soap she was on until it ended now doing big time Hollywood-esce movies were she is the face of every poster.
Y/N: oh no, I do know of you but I feel like it was best we give out formal introductions to each other as we are classmates. And you…
I turn my head to look at the boy
Heeseung: HEY THERE BEINGS AND ENTERTAINERS IT’S YPUR BOY HEESEUNG, THE ULTIMATE GAMER.
He shouts in an enthusiastic tone, showcasing a big bright smile at me.
Heeseung: That’s my intro whenever I do my streams, I play lots of games like horror, action and RPG to name a few. I’m known for having a million subscribers, I rose to fame pretty quickly within two months.
Heeseung, the ultimate gamer I know him I’m even a subscriber to his twitch streams, I enjoy his work a lot. He’s funny, good looking and has an infectious personality that has made many people drawn to him.
A woman who is sitting down speaks in a clear voice.
Miyeon: I’m Miyeon the ultimate host, you might of had your coffee early in the morning with me, on my show called ‘Coffee with Miyeon’, where we discuss fashion, food and gossip.
‘Coffee with Miyeon’ wow so original.
As I thought the introductions were done a good looking boy in the corner below the tv catchers my eyes.
I go up to him asking about himself.
Y/N: What about you? What is your name and talent?
Yeosang: I’m Yeosang, my ultimate talent I’d rather keep a secret. And now that everyone is hear I was informed by the receptionist to tell you people that we should collect our badgers that allow us to enter the room to head to our classroom
Wonyoung: That is so not fair we told you our talent
Yeonjun: If he doesn’t want to tell his talent he doesn’t want to tell us. He owes us nothing
Wonyoung: Yeah, well I bet his talent is shit
Sakura: Like yours
Yeosang: Well then let’s head to our class it’s on the ground floor it’s room 101
We past the doors to the reception room and head to our class filled with a weird tension as some people chat and other remain silent. The school itself is an ordinary school that is filled with the top ultimate students with their tilted, those people are well known for improving society with their talents. But, I do wonder what his talent is and why he would not even tell us. Maybe he is just feeling very shy. I guess I need him to open up to me. That’s going to take some time.
As we reach our room we open the door to see….
???: Ahhhhhhh
#Kpop#TXT#IVE#G-Idle#Treasure#Lesserafim#Ateez#Enhypen#Yandere#kpop yandere#Beomgyu#yeonjun#Taehyun#wonyoung#Sakura#Soyeon#Miyeon#Yoshi#Heeseung#Yeosang#Felix#stray kids#everglow#Aisha#Jay#Gaeul#Danganronpa
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Hello! I know this is anonymous, but can you please do the Noah’s Ark Circus crew proposing to/being proposed to by their s/o? Thank you so much for opening the ask box; this news makes me happy.
aaaaa getting to write this made me happy! our babies ;w;
She’s definitely the one getting proposed to, because despite her boldness in every other aspect, she can hardly seem to spit it out when she’s in love with someone. Of course, if her S/O has been with her for a while, they surely already know how much she adores them. This is one step they’ll have to take… she just is too worried about overstepping her bounds with big commitments. Practically as soon as (Name) gets down on one knee, she knows where it’s headed, and her hands fly to her mouth in hopes of controlling the urge to cry. It doesn’t work; she’s sobbing by the time they finally ask her to be their wife. Then she yanks them up to their feet so she can give them a breathless, “Oh, my God, of course!”
He’s probably the one who proposes, but he puts it off. If he can’t get down on one knee for (Name) like is traditional, then he has to find some more spectacular way to do it, doesn’t he? He racks his brain, trying to think of the perfect way, because, well… he really, really does want to spend the rest of his life with them. Every time he looks at them, he’s just overcome with so much love. He could fill a book with poetry about his feelings for them if only he knew how to write. Eventually he ends up sitting with them some night, relaxing and looking at the stars… and says jokingly, “Oi, y’ wanna get married?” He absolutely does not expect that his S/O will say yes, so he’s unprepared enough that he almost starts crying then and there.
Although they’d actually love to be the one being proposed to, it’s more likely they blurt it out in a moment of sheer joy themself. This is one of the few things that they think would make them feel… normal. All the people they see on the street, they’ll get married at some point, right? The rest of society have lovers and get married and make babies and raise a family. (Name) is the only person who’s looked at Freckles with a long-term romantic eye, so Freckles pours all their hopes for domesticity into their loving partner. It’s so out of the blue, not many conversations about it before. It just rolls off their tongue: “Marry me!! C’mon, wot do y’ say? Let’s get married!” Some part of them is prepared to be rejected… but when they’re not? Oh, they’ve got plans.
It could go either way with him, quite honestly. It’s not like he doesn’t want to get married. It’s just, well… it’s complicated. If he loves someone, really, truly, deeply loves them? He wants to give them the choice to back out. He doesn’t want to push and make them feel like they ‘have to’ marry him. Proposing to them makes him feel sort of like he’s putting pressure on them. What are they going to tell him if they don’t want to? Thanks, but no thanks? He doesn’t consider the possibility that they want to be with him forever. If he finally feels confident that they’ll say yes, out of pure love and not out of obligation, he’ll ask them. “I don’t know where m’ life’s goin’, darlin’, not exac’ly… I knoo I want ye in it, though.” He’s stunned when they say yes, and weeps for feeling unconditionally loved and accepted. The circus better get ready, because it’s time for their biggest show yet — a wedding!
There’s positively no way he can approach his S/O about the subject. Not only would he be nervous about being rejected, but, well, also… he’s not… marriage material. He looks at himself with an incredibly critical eye, because he’s had, among other things, rocks thrown at him simply for existing. People have always called him ugly and told him nobody would ever marry him. So, that’s what he believes. That he’s not the kind of person that people marry. Although he’s very happy in the relationship he has with (Name), he doesn’t think it will ever end in marriage. He doesn’t ask about it, and they don’t bring it up until the night they gently tug him down to whisper the question to him. Heartbreakingly enough, his initial reaction is to look at them and ask, “… Are y’ sure y’ wanna marry someone like me?” Once he shakes that a bit, he’s able to verbalize that yes, as long as they’re sure… he’d be proud to be their husband.
Most likely he’s the one who proposes, and it’s almost a guarantee that it happened in the heat of passion. Similarly to Jumbo, he really doesn’t think he’s anyone’s ideal husband — a short, angry, occasionally violent, foul-tempered fellow, does that sound appealing to anyone? Tch! He doesn’t think he’s ever getting married. But on the other hand, he’s viciously protective of his S/O. He’s got a jealous streak wider than the whole of London, so if he’s going to keep anyone from taking them away, it only makes sense that he’d want to marry them at some point. It’s still difficult for him to think about or approach, because he doesn’t want to be thought of as soft despite his desire to not be treated cruelly. It comes out in this frustrated, pent-up tone of, “Oi, precious, y’ wanna marry me ‘r wot?!” His face goes bright red when they say yes, and… he guesses he has some planning to do. Dammit, they didn’t have to answer so quickly!!
There is not a single, solitary, sole way in hell that he would be the one proposing to anyone unless someone was holding a gun to his head to do so. (… Even then…) He’s too skittish, too insecure, too worried about making his S/O uncomfortable. In a vein not unlike Joker’s worries, Snake is concerned that if he marries someone, it will be like ‘trapping’ them with him in a bond meant to be forever. How in the world is he supposed to not fret over that? He can’t do it. Someone marrying him feels to him like he’s somehow tricked them into it, because no sane person would want to marry someone like him. When (Name) pops the question, he stares at them as if he’s about to burst into tears before murmuring, “But… I don’t understand… why would you want to…?” It’s probably devastating to see their darling so confused as to why they want to be with him. Still, when they reiterate that they love him and want to spend their life with him, he manages to nod through his tears. Yes, yes, he’d like that very much.
In all likelihood, she’d wait for her S/O to ask her for her hand. She tries very hard not to be too… forward. She wants to be that stereotypically feminine, quiet, sweet woman, but just as much the desire to want to be that way, she also wants to prove that she can be that way. So many people have basically told her that she’ll never be a ‘proper’ lady, that anything less than being traditional in her behavior will… well, break the illusion, in a way. So while she never lets there be a shortage of assurance that she adores (Name) with all her heart, she wants them to be the one who asks if she’ll be their wife. It makes her feel like she has a wonderful, typical romantic relationship like the one other women have. (Though, she perhaps misses the point that every relationship is unique because every person is unique, and therefore there’s no one ‘typical’ way for a romance to exist.) As soon as she realizes that they’re asking her to marry them, her face lights up. She can hardly wait for them to finish before she bursts into, “Yes!! God, I was wonderin’ when y’ were gonna ask!”
#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#Beast#Dagger#Doll/Freckles#Joker#Jumbo#Peter#Snake#Wendy#reaction#romantic#fluff#UGH my heart she is full ;A;#one hell of a queue
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Sleepover
Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers
Word Count: 2865.
Notes: thanks @supercorpenthusiastic for another song prompt. I'm so happy with this one. This fic is based on the song Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko
“So, which one do you like best?” Kara appears in your eyesight again, and you let out yet another sigh, holding back everything you actually would like to tell her.
“You know you look good in whatever.” You look back to your phone trying to ignore her. What are you doing here? Why does she even need you here for this?
“Oh, your date with William is tonight.” Alex comes back from the kitchen, beer in hand, handing you one that you gladly accept.
“Yes, cancel it for me?” Kara begs, both blouses still in hand. And you look at Alex, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. It is good, though, that Alex is here and you feel less lonely in this fucked up situation Kara just put you in.
“No, I will not. And blue. Always go with the blue, you know that.” Alex says, sensing you do not want to judge Kara’s outfit anymore.
“I know, I know.” She looks at the blue blouse for a second. “Unless Y/N thinks otherwise.”
“Huh?” You raise your head at her, pretending you weren’t paying attention. “Well, I gave you my opinion before, you could wear a garbage bag and he would still have to worship the ground under you. So, you know, wear whatever.”
Alex throws herself on the couch next to you. “Yeah, what she said.”
“It’s been two and a half years since I went on a date-” Kara starts and you scoff, annoyed and exasperated.
You would disagree with that. You have taken her on several dates ever since. You guess she just forgot to count them.
“What if I forgot how to do it?” She asks, clearly in a crisis, and this time you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“You smile, and you laugh, and you reach for the check.” Alex explains like she is talking to a toddler, but you know this isn’t what Kara needs to hear right now.
“If it gets awkward, just call me, and I’ll come to the rescue.” You muse and she is so relieved with that option that she actually lets out a breath she was holding back with a satisfied smile.
Alex raises her eyebrow at you, shocked that you knew what her sister needed better than her. Soon she looks at her phone. “Oh, real emergency, I’ve gotta go. But you are in good hands.” She points at you on the couch. “Y/N here is the best in the biz.”
At helping her platonic lover to get ready for a date with someone else. That indeed you are. You give Kara two thumbs up awkwardly. Alex smiles at you, sensing your pain, then makes her way out.
“You know,” Kara turns to you when Alex leaves the apartment. “I could use your help with my hair. You’re so good at that, babe.”
“Sure.” You accept begrudgingly. Kara comes back with a hair brush and sits on the floor with her back turned at you.
You run your finger through her hair first, smelling her shampoo scent, delighted by her perfect smell. You breathe deep, displeased that she’s doing all of this for anyone else but you, but then- then you picture something else entirely.
You imagine your hands on her hair, pulling slowly, small happy sounds leaving her mouth, so full of wanting. All of that just for you. You imagine yourself on Kara’s lap, kissing her hot and heavy while her hands hold your waist, grounding you, keeping you as close as physically possible.
“Y/N.” She says your name breathy and passionate, making you weak on your knees. And you see love on her eyes, burning passion, electrifying and-
“Y/N.” Comes Kara's voice and you blink out of your imagination and into reality. “The brush.”
“Right.” You pick it up from her hand, brushing her hair as delicately as you possibly can. “Still nervous?” You try, not wanting to come back to your mind, knowing it’s very hard to when you have to return to reality.
“No. You’ll come to rescue me, right?” She throws her head back, laying on your lap and looking up to you, waiting for confirmation. You agree with your head. “And then we can come back here, and eat Chinese food, and watch the documentary about sharks that we’ve been meaning to.”
“You shouldn’t be planning for your date to go wrong.” You sigh.
Kara, the smartest and most amazing person you have ever met, can’t seem to understand that if she wants the date to be canceled, and if she’s planning to come back home with her friend, is because she doesn’t want this date to happen at all.
"What 's wrong?” Kara asks, noticing this is probably the hundredth time you’ve sigh in the past half an hour. She turns around, getting on her knees in front of you, one hand on each of your legs.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You don’t want to think about it, it’s more accurate. And her position, shit, leaves margin to imagination.
Kara’s hand makes way to your face, as she cups your chin gently. “Babe, you’re my best friend, I want to know everything that’s going on with you.” She pleads, other hand going up your tights, and your knees buckle. “Please?”
“I’m just feeling low. It’s-it’s nothing.” You shrug, looking away from her inquisitive eyes. Kara holds your hand, squeezing it gently.
“Why?” She begs the answer out of you, wanting to make you feel better. But she’ll never understand.
“Just feeling alone. It’s not a big deal, Kara, really.” But she squeezes your hand once more, giving you an assuring smile.
“I’m with you. You’ll always have me. Best friends forever, right?” You breathe in her words, as painful as they are. She wants to be friends forever, well, you can think of something better.
“Right.” You agree with a closed-lips smile, as fake as any of this feels. “Now turn, this braid won’t do itself.”
She is reluctant, staring at your eyes looking for clues of how you truly feel. Can she see the scenarios you’re playing in your mind where she shows you how much you’re not alone by kissing your lips?
“Alright, well, I’m going on this date.” She turns around, sitting back down in front of you, and you make quick work of your hands to distract yourself. “But I’m coming back home to you.”
Just what you wanted. Not.
“No, no. Don’t worry about me, really.” You quickly finish her braid, tying her hair and patting her shoulder to indicate you’re done. “Just enjoy your date and make the most of it.”
“But-” Kara pouts, says nothing else.
“I’ve been meaning to do my laundry anyway.”
“On a Friday night?” She asks, in shock.
“My clothes don’t know what day of the week it is, Kara.” Your answer makes her chuckle, and she looks at you fondly.
“You know that you just need to say the word and I’ll cancel the whole thing to stay here with you, right?” You raise your eyebrow, wondering if she thinks this is normal behavior for ‘best friends’ to have. You agree with a smile.
“Stop using me as an excuse.” She opens her mouth to protest, but you don’t let her. “If you don’t want to go, just tell William. But if all of this is just because you’re scared of not knowing how to act, just pretend he is just a friend and you’ll be fine.”
She sighs. “You make it look so easy.”
“That’s because it’s supposed to be easy, Kara.” You admit, throwing your head back on the cushions, looking at the ceiling, not wanting to meet her eyes while you confess. “It’s supposed to feel like you’re about to meet your favorite person. You’re supposed to be feeling like you’re going to burst into flames just with the prospect of seeing the person you love. You’re supposed to be ecstatic, excited, relentless just by thinking of her-him,” you clear your throat, holding back the tears. “You should smile just by hearing the person’s name. And if-if William does nothing of the sorts for you, then yeah, I guess it’s hard.”
“Oh. That’s suddenly a lot of pressure for this first date.” It’s all Kara can say after your long and intense monologue. And you can only stare at the ceiling, scared to blink and crying the tears that are pooling your eyes. She says nothing for a while, and makes her way inside the bathroom to change. You breathe out, aggressively cleaning your eyes so you don’t cry, and make your way to the door.
“Have fun tonight.” You yell from the door, collecting your things from her apartment. Kara thanks you from inside the bathroom, and you yell a goodbye before going home.
Doing laundry was a flimsy excuse, but as you stare at the pile of dirty clothes on one side of your bedroom, you actually think it’s a good idea. You find one of Kara’s hoodies on the pile. Then the baggy t-shirt she usually wears when she stays over, and you’re almost sure you also found one of her underwear.
You bring the t-shirt to your face, breathing her in. It’s inevitable the way your mind works to just picture Kara in front of you. She is there, on a date with a boy, but at least you got her in your head, right?
At least in your head, she is right here. Kneeled in front of you, just like she did in her apartment. Her hand is going up your tights, while the other holds your chin just like she did a few hours ago. But then, she is turning your head to give her free access to your neck and you feel her warm lips on the hollow of your throat, sending spikes of excitement all over your body.
You swallow deep, picturing Kara showering your neck with kisses, nose brushing on your skin, her breath hot and uneven, warming the entire place. Her hands go up, up, up your tights.
And it feels so real, too real for your own sake. So tangible that when she places a kiss under your ear, you let out a moan from your mouth.
“Hey, the door was unlocked.” You hear and your eyes snap open so fast, while you throw Kara’s T-shirt as far away from you as possible. She walks in your bedroom, looking at the clothes at your feet. “I let myself in.”
“Yeah, I-I can see that.” You feel like you just caught doing something terribly wrong and filthy. But Kara doesn’t know, because it was all in your head. Right? Right. You swallow the lump on your throat, trying to breathe again. “How-how did the date go?”
“Well, I mean,” she sits next to you letting out a heavy breath. “I laughed, reached for the check, and I guess I had fun. He’s a good guy.”
You get up from your place next to her, picking up your laundry and throwing it in the basket, feeling too enraged by her words to feel comfortable next to her. “Mhm, yeah. The best.”
“But there was no excitement, no relentless feeling with the prospect of seeing him. No smile when I heard his name, and definitely no bursting into flames.” She sighs, throwing herself on your bed.
“I guess that’s your own fault,” You start and she snaps her head up to look at you. “for wearing the purple blouse instead of the blue one.”
She narrows her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “Thought you said I would look great even if I wore a garbage bag.”
“Yeah, that’s on me. I mean, I have seen you in worse condition and still thought you looked fine.” You joke and she shows you her tongue, playfully.
“Chinese, sharks, and a sleepover?” It’s barely a suggestion or a request. She is just making sure, because who are you to deny her of anything? You could never.
“And laundry.” You point at the basket on your hands, using it to keep a safe distance from her.
“Oh.” Kara stands up, picking the basket from your hand, making her way to her discarded t-shirt on the other end of the room. “If dirty laundry is what’s keeping you away from me, allow me.”
She speeds out of your apartment, and not a minute later she makes her way back. “Doing laundry is fun.” Kara jokes, picking up her phone and ordering an absurd amount of food. She throws herself on your couch, feet up the coffee table, and as soon as she finds the remote, she turns the TV on. You stay still, uneased, scared of coming closer when your mind has been recently picturing things you should not think about your best friend.
“Are you going to stand there like a scarecrow or are you going to cuddle me on the couch like a normal human-being?” If cuddling Kara on your couch is normal human behavior, you wonder what’s abnormal from her perspective.
“Right.” You go sit on the couch, as far as you can possibly be, but Kara pulls you in a hug. She kisses your temple, hot and almost too sinful.
“As long as we have each other, we are never alone, baby.”
“Ye-yeah.” You agree, closing your eyes, imagining, dreaming, picturing. You can’t escape your own mind.
It’s chinese food, and a documentary about sharks, and cuddles on the couch, with hands holding body parts that best friends shouldn’t have access to. It’s getting ready for bed, side by side in the bathroom, toothbrushes standing tall next to each other on the cup, as if they belong together. It’s Kara having a favorite side on your bed -the one close to the window, in case of emergencies- and you respecting that because that’s her side even when she’s not here.
It’s laying down in a spooning position with less clothing than most friends would stand to not wear around each other, and sharing one single blanket.
But your mind, your mind is here but also not. You’re also creating, conjuring things that are not happening. You dream of kisses with toothpaste still on. And wandering hands. You fantasize of whispered ‘I love you’s’, and moans, and breathy names.
Kara holds your hand under the blanket. “What’s on your mind?” She whispers so softly, if the world wasn’t so quiet right now, you would have missed it.
You breathe out, knowing exactly what’s on your mind. She is sleeping right next to you, but she will never mess with you. And that breaks your heart every single time. “We forgot to take the clothes out of the washing machine.” You fake. “They’ll charge me extra for it.”
“Hm.” She turns around to look at you, so close you’re almost sharing the same pillow. “I could’ve sworn you were thinking of something else.”
“Like what?”
“Well,” Kara licks her lips, blue eyes dark by something else besides the lack of light. “the same thing I was, maybe.” Her hand goes up your arm, stroking it lightly and tender.
“And what’s that?”
Her hand travels up, up, from your arms, to your shoulder, to your neck. There’s no way she thinks this is normal ‘best friends’ behavior. If she does, then you think you need to evaluate all of her friendships.
But Kara breathes you in, swallows you whole with just one look. She opens her mouth to answer, and you only realize how extremely close she is when, by doing so, her lips brush on yours lightly. It’s not a kiss, but your heart beats enthusiastically, filled with anticipation and sheer desire.
“That at least I got you in my head.” She confesses, breath hot on your own agaped mouth. And you two are sharing more than just a breath. You’re sharing this moment, this eternity, this infinitude of moments.
“Kara.” You whine her name as if you’re begging, craving, aching for more.
“Y/N.” She breathes excited. Then her mouth is crashing into yours and your head is spinning.
You’re not in your head. This is happening, it’s real, it’s definitely palpable. Because your hands are everywhere, and her hands are everywhere. But your mouths and tongues are in the same place, and wow. Wow.
“Y/N. Y/N.” She smiles your name out of her lips and holy shit. Is this what you’ve been missing all along? Your mind is powerful, but it’s nothing compared to the reality of what’s happening. “You’re my favorite person.”
“Kara, God, I’m so in love with you. I can’t be stuck inside my head anymore.”
“Then be here, my love. Because I’m here, and I’m in love with you.”
Your mind is powerful and it keeps conjuring up scenarios where you and Kara are together. But the good thing about it now, is that you can just make it happen when you’re with her. And you shouldn’t forget real life is so much better than fantasy. Also, you should stop forgetting your laundry on the washing machine so often.
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Sorry for Making You Wait - Trey
Author Notes: You remember how my previous Riddle fic, "I Just Missed You" was written using "Far Away" by Nickelback? Yeah this one is too. I'm actually thinking about gradually posting one for each character using various lyrics from that song. Anyway, it took me a while to figure how to write/characterize Trey so I hope this came out good! Reader is gender-neutral as per usual.
Type: Fluff/romance/slight angst/comfort
Word Count: 1680
“So, what are you gonna do?” Cater’s voice interrupted Trey’s thoughts. Trey lifted his head, looking up from the cake batter he’d been stirring to meet Cater’s surprisingly cold green eyes.
But Trey had a feeling he knew exactly why Cater was looking at him the way he was. The two of them had agreed to call the other one out on their shortcomings after what had occurred with Riddle’s overblot. They both felt they could have done far more to help their housewarden but had complicitly failed.
And yet Trey found he couldn’t own up to the very subject Cater was bringing up. So he instead met his friend’s gaze with a neutral expression, “About?”
Green eyes rolled and Cater actually laid down his phone to better face Trey, “You and I have both made the mistake of not saying something before. I don’t think you want to do that again. Do you?”
Impressively, Trey didn’t react, controlling his inner thoughts and emotions so that he only faced Cater with an impassive expression, “It wouldn’t be fair to sway their decision.”
“Even when it will affect your life?”
The new voice came from the doorway, causing Cater to turn and Trey to look just behind his orange-haired friend to see Riddle standing there.
Trey’s voice was quiet when he responded to his housewarden, “It’s their life too Riddle.”
Riddle’s eyebrows rose but he nodded his head in admission to Trey’s statement which had made Cater sigh, “Did you ever think that maybe they want you to say something?”
Trey’s head snapped over so that he was staring at Cater who merely shrugged. Riddle picked up where Cater left off though, “Y/n isn’t one to let such a big decision be swayed easily. But your opinion matters to them, Trey. It always has.”
Trey frowned but went back to stirring his batter, “All the more reason for me to not say anything. Anyone’s decision can be swayed if it's someone whose opinions matter to them.”
He could see Cater look towards their housewarden who crossed his arms, “Be that as it may you still need to go see them.”
Trey looked back up, with lifted brows at Riddle’s words. Riddle was seldom this forceful but then he housewarden had a proud smile on his face that showed he felt he had won, “It wouldn’t be right for them to be off without a single parting gift from us. Especially after how much they have helped us.”
Trey already knew where Riddle’s words were headed but he sighed, letting the shorter boy continue, “I myself cannot go due to various reasons so I need you to go and deliver this farewell gift to them. If they are truly going to leave then it simply won’t do for them to just be off.”
Trey held out a defeated hand, accepting a small, wrapped package from the red-head and Cater slipped off the stool, resting a hand on Trey’s shoulder, “At least say goodbye Trey. And don’t make any mistakes you can’t fix.”
With those parting words they left, leaving Trey with a package to be delivered and mixed feelings about what to say. He’d fully intended to bid you farewell but he was going to be careful. He wasn’t going to give himself a chance to muck up your decision with his thus far unspoken feelings.
Trey sighed, abandoning his batter in favor of getting this all over with. With luck, you wouldn’t be in and he could plead not finding you and having to deposit the gift at your doorstep. But then he didn’t know if that would be luck either. Because Trey did want to see you.
Trey realized that he wanted a lot of things though. In fact, it seemed like all he’d done lately was want. He wanted to see you. He wanted you to stay. He wanted you to share his feelings.
He sighed, package in hand as he strolled towards Ramshackle dorm. A path he knew well and could probably go down with his eyes closed so long as no one else was on the road.
He usually came bearing some sort of gift. A cake, excess cookies, some new tea they were going to be trying out, lunch because he had totally made too much when he was cooking and had no one else to give it to.
One day he’d almost come with roses that had definitely come from him getting excited with the pruning shears and ‘accidentally’ cutting too many before he aborted that trip. Even Deuce had teased him about that one.
This trip was probably the longest it had ever taken him though. Whether it was because he was walking slowly due to his own dread or if it just felt like it was taking hours he didn’t know. Either way, by the time he reached Ramshackle it felt like it should be far later than it was.
And there you stood, out on your front porch, just about to go into the dorm you’d been calling home and would possibly be leaving in just a few short days.
Grimm was asleep in your arms which was unsurprising. Since you’d told everyone the news, looking at Trey pointedly when you’d been speaking, the cat hadn’t been seen apart from you. Trey wasn’t going to be the only one who missed your presence.
Trey shifted slightly, looking between you and the small package in his hands. So this was really happening….
He cleared his throat slightly and you turned, scanning your yard before you spotted him. You smiled as soon as your eyes found him and waved with your free hand.
Feeling more than a little melancholy he waved back before starting towards you, trying to decide what on earth he was going to say.
Cater’s words replayed in his head like a sick melody: “And don’t make any mistakes you can’t fix.”
Mistakes… That’s what this whole situation felt like. One big mistake.
The selfish part of Trey wished Crowley had never found a way home for you. The more reasonable part of him wanted to be happy for you. You could reunite with friends, family, and whoever else might be awaiting your return.
You were still smiling when he made it onto the porch and you, blessedly, took the lead in the conversation, pointing playfully at the package in his hand, “Is that for me?”
The smile that slipped onto his face was at last genuine as he recognized the phrase immediately. That was what you said whenever he brought you something.
“Of course,” He held up the delicately wrapped package with a lopsided grin, “But your hands look a little full, I’ll carry it in for you.”
You snorted but glanced down at Grimm, patting him affectionately before you pulled open the door, “So did you just come to make a delivery or….?”
You trailed of uncertainly, your eyes not quite meeting his and he felt a pang of guilt. He had been avoiding you since the day you’d made your announcement of Crowley’s findings. He had never been clear on whether or not you’d already made your decision or if you just wanted to let everyone know what might be coming.
“I…uh, I guess I’ve been putting off saying farewell,” He explained awkwardly and watched as you, quite literally, drooped.
A frown crossed his face as the downcast expression on your face but you merely set your cat down on the sofa and turned to face him, “I see….”
You managed a fake smile, “Is that a farewell gift then?”
His smile matched yours. Fake. “Yeah, Riddle sent me to bring it. Seemed like the best time to say bye for myself.”
He shifted, setting the box down on a nearby table, “It’s been great having you here Y/n. NRC won’t be the same without you.” The words tasted sour in his mouth as soon as he said them. But the bittersweet flavor that followed could only be blamed on the words that remained unsaid.
And seeing that expression on your face made him want to take back his previous words. You glanced away, feigning checking on Grimm even though he was pretty sure you just didn’t want to meet his eyes, “Thanks Trey, I’ll miss you-….. Everyone here.”
He found himself lightly tapping the table as awkwardness seeped into the atmosphere like a plague.
Don’t make any mistakes you can’t fix.
Trey found himself straightening as he looked down at you, “Actually….” He hesitated, fears and worries resurfacing as soon as he spoke but he caught the look in your eyes, curious with just a touch of hope.
“I didn’t plan on saying anything but… Cater and Riddle said that I should and now that I’m here….” He trailed off again, carefully judging your expression. Surely that was hope he was seeing in your eyes, wasn’t it?
And then there it was, your soft voice urging him to continue, “Yes?”
He sighed, looking at you with a slight smile on his face, “I hope I’m not too late but…. Do you really want to go? To leave here?”
A wobbly smile appeared on your face, “I… I suppose that depends on what will happen if I stay?”
It wasn’t a statement. No, that was definitely a question that had a distinctly hopeful lilt to it.
Trey shifted so that he was standing directly in front of you, the smile on his face spreading, “Well, I don't know everything that will happen if you stay but I can think of someone who would be very happy and be more than willing to make sure you always have a place to call ‘home’ and they aren’t Grim.”
Tentatively, his hands found yours and he chuckled slightly at your surprised expression, “I’m sorry for making you wait Y/n, I’m not too late am I?”
You shook your head, the smile on your face answering his question before you ever spoke, “Well, it did take you a while. But I’m patient.”
#Will posting ever stop being nerve-wracking?#Eh probably not#Twisted wonderland imagines#Trey x reader#trey clover#twisted wonderland x reader#Disney TW#twst#Trey x y/n#Trey x you#gender-neutral reader#Twisted wonderland x you#twisted wonderland x y/n#twst x reader#twst x you#twst x y/n#mywritings#fluff#romantic#Nickelback#far away#fic series??#maybe??#or would it count more as a potential set??#anyway#we'll see#twst imagines#post-riddle overblot
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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL
Pt 2 Chapter 14: Heart To Heart
After spending two days in the Hospital Wing, Nurse Blainey insists that I'm well enough to get sent back to the Slytherin Common Room. Listening to rain falling on a window is soothing if you do it for a limited amount of time, but when you do it for two consecutive days it drives you rather crazy. Entering the common room feels like a reward and I am filled with joy. It's evening and some people are playing wizarding chess, some are reading and I see Sebastian sitting alone at a table writing. I walk over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He quickly flips his parchment away so I can't see what he's writing.
''Hi,'' I say to him as I sit down on the chair in front of him.
''Feeling any better?'' he asks in a soft voice. I nod at him. ''Care to join me in the Undercroft?''
''I thought you'd never ask,'' I tell him, standing back up.
''I just need to put this away,'' he nods at the parchment and his quill, put it in his arms and quickly walks to his dormitory. He returns soon enough.
''What are you writing that's so secretive?'' I ask him in a curious voice.
''Just some homework,'' he sounds as if he's lying. ''I can't save your life and have you stealing my homework, can I?''
''You know I'm smart enough to do my homework on my own,'' I argue jokingly. ''But I assume that's fair.''
We enter the Undercroft, which looks just like the last time I saw it. Sebastian walks over to a pile of books stashed on the floor and sit down next to them.
''I asked you to come because I wanted to talk to you,'' he says in a soft voice.
''What is it?'' I ask carefully.
I sit down close to him, our arms touching each other and I can feel his warmth. I love the feeling of his presence. He puts his hand on my arm, giving me some tingles.
''I've had a lot of time to think, the last days,'' he says in a hesitant, yet calm voice. So far, I don't like where this is going. ''And I know that I hurt you. I have apologized for it more times than I can count. But you hurt me too, Y/n. And I don't appreciate that I'm doing everything in my power to make up for what I did wrong, but you don't even seem aware that you hurt me.''
When did I hurt him? Perhaps when I told him I despised him, even though I actually don't. It's the only thing that pops into my mind.
''You kissed Weasley in front of me. Looking into my eyes, so you know that I saw,'' he says in a sad, collected voice. ''You tried to kiss me right after. And kept telling me how much you despise me.''
He looks down, squeezing his hand on my arm. He's bringing this matter up in a really mature way. Because in all honesty, it's never fun to know you hurt someone you care about. But when he brings it up like this, there is nothing I can do but listen and accept that he was hurt.
''I'm not saying this to upset you or anything,'' he clarifies. ''I'm saying it because I really want us to work and that means talking about things we'd rather not talk about.''
''I'm sorry, Sebastian,'' I tell him and look at him, but he's looking at the floor. ''And thank you for bringing this up with me.''
''It's just,'' he says but hesitates. ''I feel like a second choice after Weasley. And I'm not a second choice.''
His words are painful to hear. Because he's not a second choice, but I can see why he feels that way. He is the one. Garreth never stood a chance, but of course Sebastian doesn't know this.
''You're not a second choice,'' I tell him softly. I want to throw myself over him, cover him in kisses and say that we'll be together forever. But I don't.
''I know I'm not,'' he says firmly. ''That's why it was painful to feel like one.''
''I'm sorry I made you feel like one. And for the other things, too,'' I say in a low voice.
He tilts his head and rests it on my shoulder. I tilt my head onto his. This feels like a safe place, a good place. I reach for his hand and twist my fingers into his, it feels so natural. After a while the silence is broken.
''So,'' Sebastian starts in curious voice. ''You confirmed that I'm no second choice. Does that mean things are off with Weasley?''
He tilts his head and grins slightly at me.
''In all honesty,'' I say with a slight smile. ''They were never really on.''
''Is that so?'' he asks, still smirking. I nod at him. ''So, out of curiosity. Why not?''
'This man,' I think. He knows exactly which buttons to push and now it's obvious that he wants to hear that he's the one for me. Due to the emotional state I've been in the last weeks, my natural response is to deny it. But given the fact that he saved my life and we're having a good conversation, I choose honesty. Because he deserves it.
''There was someone else I actually wanted,'' I tell him, feeling my cheeks heat up and turn red.
''Oh, I see,'' he says, raising an eyebrow and looks at me. ''I know that feeling. So, tell me, why was the Weasley your second choice?''
Sebastian knows exactly what he's doing. But I'm enjoying it.
''Well,'' I hesitate, not wanting to share the details that I actually found Garreth to be sweet and kind. ''He was available. And I wanted to get over a certain someone.''
''And you failed...'' Sebastian says, holding back a laugh and smirks. ''That's unfortunate.''
''Really unfortunate,'' I tell him as a smile is curling on my lips.
''Have you gotten over this person yet?'' Sebastian asks, desperately pulling out more information from me.
''Not really, no,'' I tell him as I feel my face go even more red. If that's even possible.
''Mhm,'' Sebastian gives me an intrigued look. ''So you're telling me that you tried everything to get over them, but you simply... Couldn't?''
''Stop it now, dummy,'' I tell him as I laugh. I'm starting to feel embarrassed over the situation.
His hand reaches for my arm and traces it with his fingertips. My body's gotten used to the shivers he gives me, but they never stop exciting me.
''No,'' he argues in a soft voice. ''I want to know.''
''I'm not over you,'' I tell him in a low voice.
I see a smile forming on his lips.
''Good,'' he says as he takes my hand and squeezes it. ''Let's keep it that way.''
I rest my head on his shoulder. This has been a really good talk and I'm glad we had it. And that I finally chose to be honest to myself as well as him. He places a kiss on my forehead and I feel like the happiest girl in the world. I feel how my blood is rushing to my cheeks and Sebastian notices.
''You know I love it when you're blushing,'' he says with a smile.
I take my hands and cover my face, feeling embarrassed but he takes them away and holds both of my hands.
''These hands are staying here now,'' he says in a firm voice as he looks at me. If it's possible, I'm blushing even harder now. But I'm unsure whether it's actually possible. He removes a strand of hair from my face. ''You're so beautiful, Y/n.''
I struggle to release one of my hands, but Sebastian is fighting back. He finally lets go of it and I place it on his cheek. He smiles and tilts his head into my hand, then placing his own hand on top of mine. This would be the perfect moment for a kiss. At first I think that I'm too shy to do it, but decide to do it anyway.
''Can I kiss you?'' I ask him with a soft voice.
He leans his face closer to mine and kisses me softly. I feel an ecstatic rush running through my body and it feels as if my lips are on fire. His lips are so soft and in this moment, I question why I even would have considered to never have this again. After a moment he pulls away and looks at me.
''You make me so happy,'' he says with a smile as he grabs my hand and places a kiss on it.
''You make me happier,'' I say as I lock eyes with him.
''That's impossible,'' he argues. ''But I'm glad to hear.''
It feels good, being back in the Undercroft with Sebastian. We spend the rest of the evening there talking, kissing and joking. And everything feels right.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x you#ominis gaunt#slytherin#hogwarts legacy#for the hope of it all#hogwarts#fanfic#fanfiction
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Unexpected (Peter Parker)
I knew high school was not supposed to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to be this hard.
Y/n Lewis, nerdy school outcast just wanting to belong.
Being a teenager harboring a supernatural secret.
The elementalist.
That’s me.
A teenager with the ability to control the four elements.
Fire, water, earth, and air.
I’m no vigilante like the infamous Spider-Man. However I’m not a villain like the lizard, or the rhino, or electro. I don’t really use my powers at all. I don’t need too or want to really. I’ve only ever used my powers in public once and it was an accident. Apparently me thinking about making rain stop and go back up into the sky actually makes it do that now, and there were the fires I almost started from a sneeze.
The only thing I know about how I got my powers is that my Dad and I got in an accident when I was little. I was the fortunate one in that accident. I ended up with powers and my dad will never be able to move anything ever again.
I think the day can either get better or worse from the moment I stepped foot on the Midtown High School campus.
I could be embarrassed by flash and his posy again, or I could successfully avoid them for the entire day.
I could get caught staring at Peter Parker again by Gwen, or I could actually pay attention during science class.
But who knows what the day has in store for me.
I can only hope that it gets better or stays neutral.
Walking to my locker to collect my books for the morning I’m greeted by a smiling Gwen Stacey standing next to my locker waiting for me.
“What’s got you smiling at 8 in the morning?” I ask her.
“I know you’ll be ecstatic to know that a certain someone got a haircut,” she giggles back.
“And why would I be ecstatic that Peter Parker got a hair cut,” I say.
“Because I didn’t even say a name and you still knew who I was talking about. Besides we both know about the massive crus…” I cut her off by putting my hand over her mouth.
“Will you keep quiet about that I told you that in private. Nobody in Midtown besides you needs to know about that,” I say to her in a quick panic.
She pushes my hand from her face,” well I’m just saying because the dance is coming up and I know you don’t have a date yet.”
I look at her with confusion.
“I’m just saying that maybe, just maybe I can set you up with a certain photographer,” she says back to me as she nudges me with her elbow.
I don’t say anything back to her.
“I going to take your silence as a yes. I will start my work on that as soon as I see the dashing boy,” she says.
“I don’t think you’ve met the boy. He can’t take subtle hints to save his life. So good luck with that,” I giggle back to her.
“Challenge accepted,” she says in a close whisper, “I’ll see you later I’m off to philosophy. To think OUTside the box.”
“See you later Ms. Stacey,” I wave to her.
I turned around and ran into a chest that knocked me back causing me to fall. However I didn’t ever reach the ground because of the two hands that grabbed my waist and helped me back up.
I looked up at the person with shock only to be met with those gorgeous brown eyes I had memorized over and over again.
“H-hi Peter,” I stutter out.
“Hey N/n,” he says. N/n was a name that Peter had given me a week after we met. I had just moved in to the house across the street from Peter and his Grandparents. I started calling him Petey and he decided to come up with N/n, and it’s stuck ever since. I still occasionally call him Petey, but not as much as I used to.
“What’s got you standing so close to me? Trying to kidnap me,” I question him.
“No I was trying to scare you, but I can see you did that yourself,” he laughs.
“Yeah I tend to do that a lot. I’d be scared of my own shadow if I didn’t know what it was,” I giggle back.
“Ready to do to Calculus,”: he asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s just hope our teacher doesn’t go on a life tangent, and cause me to fall asleep again,” I hoped.
“Yeah, I can’t believe you snore when you sleep,” he says.
I elbow him hard in the side,” I don’t snore, and it was embarrassing enough that I fell asleep and got caught. You poking fun is not making it better Parker.”
“I surrender you win,” he says as he puts his arms up in defeat.
“I always win,” I say when I brush my my hair over my shoulder.
“Only because I let you win,” he says as we near the classroom.
“I know but it still feels good to win,” I sass.as I run into the classroom ahead of him. I’m sitting in my seat giggling to myself by the time Peter walks through the classroom door.
He takes his seat next to me with a smirk on his face.
I began to take my books out of my bag as I hear the one voice I didn’t want to hear today.
“How’s it going loser Lewis,” he asks me.
I ignored flash as him and his friends continue to stand in front of my desk. I did not want to deal with him today. As I continued to ignore them Flash kept pushing me.
“C’mon give me something.”
“I know you give everyone else something else.”
“C’mon you don’t want to be known as a prude forever.”
“I bet you’re not even a virgin.”
“Am I right.”
“Did you get your cherry popped Lewis.”
I was beginning to fidget in my seat rage growing inside me.
I can’t let him win.
“Oh C’mon I bet I’m better than whatever you had.”
Not now. He gets closer to my face.
“I think I could make you feel good.”
Not…
“ENOUGH!!”
My eyes widened as a strong wind blew around the room knocking over the empty desks and the boys in front of me.
I was gone.
I don’t know how far I needed to go but I just kept going.
I couldn’t sit around and wait to see what would happen. Especially now that they might know just how much of a freak I might actually be. Now that he might know.
My feet took me home, but I couldn’t go inside. My parents couldn’t know I left school right as it started.
So I headed down the street to the small park in our neighborhood.
I sat on one of the swings, and hung my head and even though I tried hard not to cry I couldn’t hold it back. Thinking about how I could never show my face at that school again, and how I would have to tell my parents about what I did and what we would have to do. Like move again to a town where nobody knows anything about me and what I can do.
As I’m crying it out on this swing I see a figure sit on the swing next to me. I look up to see those beautiful brown eyes staring back at me.
I didn’t want to speak knowing my voice would fail me, but I knew I had to.
I had to explain everything that just happened in order to try and save myself while I feel like I’m drowning.
“I’m sorry,” that’s the only thing that squeaks out of my mouth.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” he asks me.
“For what I did,” I sniffle.
“I thought that was amazing. You should’ve waited around to see the embarrassed look on their faces when they scrambled to their feet afterwards pretending like nothing happened. The rest of the people in the room were, confused, but they laughed at the fact they finally got what’s coming to them,” he rambles back to me.
“Stop,” I say.
“Stop what?” he questions.
“Stop trying to make me feel better. I know everyone sees me as a freak now for what I did. I can’t go back to school. I have to be a hermit for the rest of my life. My parents are going to kill me. But I don’t get it?” I ask.
“What don’t you get?” he says.
“Why aren’t you scared of me? Don’t I freak you out. I made an ocean wind in a closed classroom. Aren’t you supposed to be terrified of me now. You know my big secret,” I confess.
“Because I think it’s cool. I also have some follow up questions,” he says.
“Fire away young journalist what’ve I got to lose,” I say sounding defeated.
“When did you find out you could do that?”
“I was 7 got into an accident with my Dad and found out shortly afterwards.”
“Do you have any other powers?”
“I can also manipulate earth, water, and fire,” I say as I cause the puddle infront of me to float around in the air.
“Dang you really are cooler than I thought. Next question, what do you think about Spiderman?”
“Seems like an off subject question, but I’ll bite. I think he’s amazing. I think it’s fascinating that a human could acquire spider like powers. And the fact that he’s putting himself in the line of danger in order to save the city makes him a hero. No matter what the Daily Bugle says,” I say on a tangent.
“What if I told you that I knew him? Like personally,” he says.
“You do! How and when, and why didn’t you tell me. You tell me everything. I would think this would be…”
I’m cut off by a web being shot at the seat of the swing I’m sitting on. It pulls me closer to Peter.
I’m shocked.
I’m face to face with Peter Parker, the Spiderman.
We’re inches from each other.
“One more question,” he whispers, as if being any louder would shatter me.
I can only nod my head at him to ask his question.
“Can I kiss you?”
I answered him by pulling him those final three inches to me.
Crashing my lips to his.
His lips are soft but chapped. My hands find their way to Peter’s cheeks and I can feel the warmth flush to his cheeks as the kiss continues.
I break the kiss hesitantly, needing to breathe.
“Well that was unexpected,” he says to me. I giggle at his sentence as I look into those chocolate eyes.
“Well I have a question for you Mr. Spiderman,” I say to him.
“Ask away N/n,” he says back to me. Making me smile at the nickname.
“Do you wanna go to the dance with me?” I ask him.
“Only if you’ll be my girl,” he counters.
“I don’t know. Do I get to be with Spiderman or Peter Parker?” I question.
“How about both? A two for one deal if you will, but I also get to choose you cool superhero name,” he offers.
“Deal,” I say as i stick my hand out for him to shake and he shakes it, “I probably wouldn’t be able to pick a good name for myself anyway. I mean you came up with Spider menace.. *gasp* I mean Spiderman.”
“Ha ha very funny N/n,” he smiles back.
“So what’ve you got for cool super hero names?” I ask him.
“How about…” he thinks for a little bit and then a light bulb goes off in his head,” ooh, how about the Elementalist. Because you can control all four of the natural elements. And you don’t want to be mistaken for an avatar so got to get that name out there soon.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not a superhero. I don’t even know the full extent of my powers,” I say to him.
“Oh don’t worry about that. We’ll get there in due time, but first we need to make you a super suit,” he says with a smile.
“Let’s worry about that later Spiderman. I want to pretend to normal just a little while longer with my Peter,” I confess to him.
“Okay okay. I get it. The elementalist stuff can wait until the weekend. Which starts in…” he checks his watch,” about 4 hours,” he smirks.
“At least I get even more hours to be with you,” I say as I bring him in for another kiss which he gladly excepts.
We break apart and he stands up reaching a hand out for me to grab I take it. As I stand I’m instantly taken off of my feet and am being carried in the strong arms of Peter Parker who is walking in the direction of his house.
“Are you trying to kidnap me again Parker,” I ask him.
“No I’m taking you to my secret layer so we can ‘pretend’ to be superheroes together like the good old days,” he declares.
“As long as there’s a place to nap I’m there,” I say back to him.
“There is actually. I think you find the space to be rather cozy. I think you’ll enjoy it,” he says sincerely.
“Good good.”
“Excellent.”
#andrew garfield imagines#andrew garfield x reader#peter parker#peter parker imagine#peter parker x y/n#tasm!peter imagine#tasm andrew garfield#spiderman imagine#spiderman x reader#andrew garfield#marvel imagine
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[thoughts and small analysis on kazuha’s GAA domain, Kazuha’s story quest spoilers warning too]
(has not been proof-read so good luck LMAO)
Ooooh boyyyy his quest was unexpectedly really long. It was really good, however! I would consider it in the S tier hehe
I just want to talk about the design of the domain first because WOW. The domain looking different every time you enter to represent the different times in Kazuha’s life/story. The mechanics were very interesting (despite it giving me vertigo and a headache NSJSJ 😭😭😭). There’s just a lot of care that went into this domain. I was pleasantly surprised when they tossed in that old akira kurosawa film filter and locked the camera. It was a small design choice but it added a lot to the experience.
And regarding the actual story and execution, I really preferred the domain over his story quest. However, now that I look back, I think this was more of a personal preference than how good it was objectively. The two quest serves separate purposes. His story quest was more focused on reconnecting with his clan’s legacy meanwhile not letting this define who he is in the present. Essentially, how will he bring honor to his clan while maintaining his current self and ideals. Meanwhile, the domain is a FAT summary of his story since he was young and all the way to the present. It was more of an introspection dump, a story of healing and reconciliation of the past and the present. There’s no ACTUAL development of his character, but more of a deeper delve into how he developed his emotional maturity and how he accepted his past.
We already know his story (him carrying his family legacy, fleeing Inazuma, becoming a hero essentially overnight, blah blah) so I’m glad they focused on what he felt in the moment and how learned to leave everything behind and move on. It was really moving to listen to his dialogues with his father and him wanting better for his son ;~; it was especially bad when Kazuha was convinced he was a disappointment to his clan PLEASE. I was so shocked to hear him raise his voice like that. Normally, he’s so tranquil and polite. So it clearly weighed his mind a lot. I could’ve cried right there. And the small detail of the seelie representing Tomo…. god. 💀 let me die in peace….. the Alcor being his last destination of the domain is just so beautiful. He really is at home and out here enjoying his life!!!!! 😭
This is more of a side thought I have so feel free to skip but when I played this domain, I just can’t help but think about this game that I played called Ghost of Tsushima. The protagonist of that game (Jin), I thought, was somewhat similar to Kazuha. Very different plot but shared some nice parallel. They both come from prominent clans and had a bright future ahead of them. But they eventually faced obstacles that led them to reassess their identity and learn to let go of the past. Jin is afraid to abandon his samurai ways in fears of losing his father figure while Kazuha was torn between honoring his clan/past and living how he truly wants to. I personally think it’s such a wonderful trope. Watching characters liberate themselves from their past yet still remain so kind-hearted and humble is 👩🏻🍳💋
One of the things that I didn’t like about the domain and moments that lead up to it was that so many things were rehashed. Some of the characters repeated what happened at the inazuma festival and when Raiden Shogun still reigned. It might have been for new players but for me, it just hogged so much time that could’ve been spent for more Kazuha’s monologue or something. I already knew that the domain was gonna repeat aspect of Kazuha’s story but please I don’t wanna hear word for word what happened at the festival again 💀
But this domain just shows that Kazuha is the ultimate comfort character lmao he is so sympathetic and so patient with himself. His emotional maturity is something to be envious of, especially for someone his age. His life was so tumultuous yet he still held his head high and continues to anticipate for the future, not consumed by any extreme emotions. And the latter COULD’VE happened bc he literally lost everyone he loved in his life. He is the epitome of “live in the moment” and “home is where the heart is” signs that you would hang in the washroom LOL
I love that we are starting Inazuma with Kazuha and also ending with him. His story is a counterpart to Raiden’s old desire for eternity. Raiden is about stagnation and absolute stasis. Kazuha is about forgiveness, trauma acceptance and moving on with one’s life. They’re the polar opposites of each other (at least pre-archon quest Raiden anyway). It feels like the opening and closing of a chapter, which we are doing with Sumeru!
Anyways this GAA is already a banger and probably gonna be even better than last years. I’m SO excited for everybody else’s domain. Idk how they’ll do Xinyan bc we know so little of her and HYV always shove her in random events LOL. This was amazing so I can’t wait for more lore dump.
#sen speaks#genshin impact#kaedehara kazuha#2.8 spoilers#golden apple archipelago spoilers#genshin spoilers#LORD KAZUHA IS REALLY ONE OF MY FAVS#anyways gonna go finish Heizou’s hangout now bc i hear his voicelines are 😳
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