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breaddwoo · 1 year

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-Bloody Kisses-

pairing: wednesday x vamp! reader

word count: 3.22k

warnings: slight nsfw, blood

desc: wednesday helps you with your blood deficiency and becomes addicted to the pain of your bite :)

a/n: lowkey erotic despite there being nothing sexual 😭😭 will probably write a pt 2!!

edit: pt 2 is out :)

tonight was like any night for wednesday; pitch black gear on to help camouflage her in the dead of night, hoping to once again get a glimpse of the hyde.

what she didn't expect was to watch a girl tumble limply down the incline that wednesday took shelter at the bottom of.

she heard a few coughs, painful ones that sounded full of death. coughs like those came from people close to hades' door.

in her intrigue, wednesday couldn't help but lift from her hiding spot and slowly trek towards the girl laying face down in the fallen autumn leaves. she knelt, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder to flip her upright.

who she saw was someone she recognized to be one of enid's closest friends. from enid's stories, her name is (y/n) and she happened to be part of the vampire division of the school.

wednesday noticed your eyelids begin to flutter with consciousness and she took a step back.

when you fully opened them, it took you a second to recognize where you were. taking in your surroundings, wednesday's attentive gaze smothered you.

your arms began to lift you from the ground, but they went limp and you collapsed into the leaves once more.

"you look awful," wednesday said in her monotone voice.

you looked up to her, eye twitching with pain, "gee, thanks."

"i suppose you're (y/n)."

"and i suppose you're wednesday addams," you retorted, a painful coughing fit following soon after.

"how come you're in this state?" she questioned. it almost sounded like concern, but you knew enough from enid that wednesday doesn't feel emotions like that.

you let out a self-pitying laugh, "i can't ingest the animal blood offered at school. i always throw it up, no matter how hard i try. i'm dying and i can't tell anyone."

"are you not already dead?"

her insensitivity was astounding.

"my bad for not using the correct terminology," you spat, another coughing fit taking over your lungs and causing you to clench the soil beneath.

as wednesday watched your life drain from your weak body, an idea dug itself into her thoughts. "is it human blood that you desire?"

you looked at her like she was stupid. the expression on your face was answer enough, so she continued, "i will give you some of mine."

now your pale face was dumbstruck. is this bitch crazy?

"why the fuck would you want to do that?" you asked, thinking her suggestion was absolute nonsense.

"to say that i am curious about the feeling of a vampire bite would be a... crude understatement," she replied, her eyes the color of the sky above, omitting the stars.

you shook your head defiantly, "absolutely not. i don't think i could control myself, i might just suck you dry."

wednesday's mouth twitched, restraining a masochistic smile.

"do you really have a choice, (y/n)? "

you looked down at yourself. your throat felt like hell fire and every single limb held an unbearable ache. you were treading a thin line between immortality and mortality, and that scared you.

running a hand through your hair, you gazed back up at her, "fine. we do this once, and i will owe you. just please, please don't tell anyone. i'm afraid everyone will believe i'll go ballistic without blood and i'll get expelled."

wednesday nodded and slowly sat beside you, her small frame accentuated by the moon light behind her. getting a better look, you could tell how pretty she was. enid never mentioned that.

"what is it that you need me to do?"

you looked at her, examining what she was wearing. a black spaghetti strap dress that zipped from behind with a long sleeved turtle neck beneath.

realizing what you were about to say, your face began to warm, "uhm- you'll need to uh, to removed the turtle neck under your dress."

she nodded, then said, "it would be easier if you would unzip the dress for me."

how she kept a calm, emotionless expression on her face was beyond you. having this much contact with someone you've only heard about through stories made your face flush red.

after unzipping her dress, wednesday didn't even hesitate to pull the turtle neck over her head. this exposed most of her bare, pale back and the inky lace bra that her clothes had hidden. you were intensely mortified.

"w-wait, are you okay with me seeing this? i-" your words of embarrassment were cut short by more hacking, this time with a string of blood down the side of your mouth.

"i am fine," she stated, moving the dress back up and concealing her bra once more. now her shoulders and neck were fully exposed. your mouth practically flooded with saliva at the thought of piercing the smooth skin with your fangs.

"(y/n), " she said, this time with a little force in her tone, "do it. i want you to."

these words made your chest tighten. you tried to breathe a little more steady, "okay."

scooting closer to her, you moved one of her black braids from the left side of her neck to let it hang behind her. you took her bare shoulders in your hands, leaning close to the skin of her exposed neck.

though you felt awful for what you were about to do, you also felt completely exhilarated.

and, surprisingly, so did wednesday. the way you gently caressed her as your warm breath tickled the skin about to be pierced; it had her mind tangling in knots that she couldn't be bothered to unravel.

the prick of pain that followed the penetration of your teeth made wednesday's entire body shiver. she was hyper aware of the blood draining from the spot you assaulted but the feeling was intensely pleasing.

she felt warm. then she felt cold. her shoulder went fuzzy, like it no longer blonged to her. then her mind floated in a euphoria she'd never experienced before; the pain was like a bruise she enjoyed pressing on.

you also felt incredible. with each second that passed by, it felt like life was entering your body once more. the liquid vitality that you consumed almost made your still heart beat again.

you loved the feeling. you wanted to drink. you wanted all of it, all of her. but in the back of your mind, a small voice screamed at you to stop. the voice got louder until you forced yourself to pull away.

a small stream of blood dripped to wednesday's collarbone. "you can lick it," she said in a monotone voice laced with need. you shook your head, wiping your mouth.

wednesday couldn't wrap her head around the euphoric feeling that your bite had inflicted on her; all she knew was that she wanted to experience it again.

with your fangs on full view, color returned to your face and a body back to it's original state, you looked like a whole new person. this thought set a fire ablaze in her stomach and she couldn't tell if she enjoyed it or not.

her arms felt like wet noodles. she tried to lift them, attempting to put her garment back on; it was to no avail.

you saw this, "i'm sorry, i drank too much. let me help you."

as you went to help her, she fell backwards onto your lap. eyes widening in concern, you lean close to check her complexion, "wednesday, are you okay? i'm sorry, i really should have restrained myself. "

"no," she shook her head adamantly, "i requested this. and it's not like being in this state is unenjoyable."

you pressed your lips together in a line full of judgement, but said nothing. after her clothes were placed back on her, she tried to lift herself off of you.

"wait, wait- trust me, if you can't put your own clothes on then you can't stand by yourself," you said with care, standing and placing her arm around your shoulders.

the walk back to nevermore was quiet. neither of you spoke a word, wednesday too light headed from the painful pleasure of your teeth. she even forgot what she had been doing outside in the first place.

when you arrived at her dorm, she was still weak and needed support. wednesday held a finger to her lips. her dead eyes motioned to the door. you knew that enid was inside, and hopefully, she was asleep.

with the door unlocked, you assisted wednesday to her bed. when you went to set her down, however, you tripped on the corner of her bedsheets that hung to the floor.

wednesday's eyes widened in surprise as you came crashing down on top of her. chest to chest, the details of her face were in close proximity. you could practically trace patterns in her constellation of freckles.

shuffling and the sound of a comforter moving came from the other side of the room. enid.

wednesday's arms encircled you as she pressed you closer to her chest, forcing your head to hide in the crook of her neck.

your face was practically on fire. this is so not how tonight was supposed to go.

"shhh," she whispered, completely unfazed. you could tell she was being cautious of her sleeping roommate.

as her soft, black hair began to tickle your nose, she released you. you quickly backed away from her, making sure you stayed quiet.

"thank you," you whisper. she gives you a slightly perplexed expression in response.

tiptoeing to the door, you open it. looking behind one last time, you notice that wednesday has situated herself into a more comfortable position. you waved at her, and close the door without a sound.

wednesday lay there, mind recounting the events of the night. she tried to cipher through them, but one thought continued to surface through the rest:

she smells like vanilla.

> > >

wednesday wanted to see you again. it seemed like every time she caught a glimpse of you in the hallway, you soon disappeared as if you hadn't been there.

it was starting to frustrate her. were you avoiding her?

the thought made her grind her teeth; it also made her insanely confused. normally, she would prefer that people avoided her. but with you, it just made her want to scratch at her skin.

finally, during lunch period a week later, she saw you sitting with enid and her group. wednesday contemplated whether or not it would be a good idea to go up to you; she had promised to keep the ordeal a secret. no one knew the two had any connection to one another.

her heart outweighed her brain in the end and she stepped into the maze of lunch tables.

"(y/n)," she called. the words you were speaking to enid dropped from your mouth when you noticed the girl in black next to you.

you smiled, fangs displayed, "oh, uh- hey, wednesday."

wednesday's eyes turned to where your tray should be, noticing that you had nothing to eat.

"i need to talk to you," she stated, "in private."

enid raised a brow, trying to subtly ask her why? but wednesday pretended to be ignorant; though, she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid an interrogation later.

you awkwardly laughed, giving a strained smile, "sure."

when wednesday lead you to a deserted hallway, her expression changed into a slightly angry one.

"are you avoiding me?" she asked bravely. you were surprised.

"well, we're not friends so i didn't think we needed to see one another."

the answer irritated her.

she tried to restrain her snarkiness, "i see you're still avoiding the animal blood."

you nodded, afraid of where this was going. it's not like you didn't enjoy what you both did a week ago; it was quite the opposite actually.

every time you thought of her your breath caught in your throat. the image of her bare shoulder basically served on a silver platter plagued your mind. god, avoiding her was awful.

you just knew that if you saw her again, you wouldn't be able to control yourself anymore. the little restraint you had was terrifying.

"so? what do you want?" your words came off a bit harsher than you intended, but you were afraid of her intentions.

she cracked a small smile, but it quickly dissipated as she said, "i want to do it again."

you knew it.

"wednesday, what we did- we can't do it again. i'm not as strong as you think," you tried to explain, "i was able to restrain myself last time. i won't be able to again."

wednesday took a step closer; her cold breath sending a ghostly chill down your spine.

"what if i don't want you to?"

you didn't know what to say. her words were painfully tempting; if you could, you would tear her uniform in the middle of the hallway and consume a waterfall.

you stayed silent for a moment, then cracked, "okay, fine, meet me at my dorm tonight. my roommate has plans so she won't be there."

elation filled wednesday to the brim; if she could scream and jump up and down in excitement she would've. instead, she nodded her head once and said, "see you then," before slipping into the darkness of the empty hallway before her.

you took a seat on a nearby bench, putting your head in your hands.

she really had you wrapped around her finger.

> > >

as you had instructed wednesday later in the day with a slip of your dorm key in her hand, she snuck into your room at the devil's hour.

there she caught you in pajamas, reading a book on your windowsill. she cocked her head a bit. the scene perplexed her.

wednesday had never seen you in casual clothing before; nor did she know that you enjoyed reading. this information was practically useless but it made her feel a closeness to you that felt impossible before.

your room wasn't bright like enid's; there were a few pinups of different artists and a cd collection on a small bookshelf. warm lighting made the room feel comfortable, unlike the white hospital lights that wednesday utilized in her own.

it took you a second to realize wednesday had arrived, quickly placing a bookmark in a page and turning towards her.

"are you sure you want to do this again?" you asked, wanting to reaffirm her consent.

wednesday already began taking off the black cardigan she wore over her tank top, looking at you with eyes that spelled are you daft?

you nodded, socked feet making small thumps on the ground as you walked toward your bed.

you patted the spot to your right. wednesday understood this signal, sitting close enough that her thighs touched your own.

a shaky breath left your throat. you were going to do this. it was too late to back out now; not with wednesday waiting patiently before you.

she pushed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder, leaving it completely naked. then you realized that the position the two of you were in wouldn't make this process comfortable enough.

"wednesday, do you mind- uh, shit, how do i say this," you were practically sweating as you swiveled towards her, legs criss crossed.

she mirrored your movements. her eyes were leveled with yours, patiently waiting for your directions.

"please- fuck, please sit in my lap. it'll give me the best angle so that i don't hurt you too badly."

you swore you saw a little flush spread on her freckled cheeks.

"alright," she agreed, crawling over to you. wednesday put her hands on your shoulders as she placed herself in the divot between your crossed legs. in this position, she was basically straddling you.

shit, isn't this a tad too intimate?

your thoughts were far beyond obsurd considering this was your request. knowing this, you sighed and let your eyes wander to her exposed shoulder.

"you're looking at it as if it's a buffet, you know," wednesday stated. you looked up at her, giving an annoyed face.

"i'm just nervous, geez."

wednesday's icey hand slithered up your back and rested at the nape of your neck. she guided your head closer, encouraging you to feast.

"do it," she whispered, her breath tickling your ear. by now, any self-discipline you tried to scrounge up had long vanished.

you leaned in. licking the chosen spot on her neck for a second, wednesday shuddered under your touch.

when you let your teeth puncture the virgin skin, you couldn't help but wrap her in your arms as you gripped her back.

wednesday let her head fall back, closing her eyes. the painful ecstasy was hers once again. this time felt different, though.

this time it was more than just the fangs deep in her skin; it was you, holding her tight as the familiar fragrance of vanilla washed over her senses. pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin and wednesday felt light headed as she experienced both at once.

your fingers found their way under her tank top, wanting to grab at more than fabric. the taste of her blood made the world turn to static. your ears went deaf and all you could focus on was the girl in your lap and the way her jet black hair brushed against your face.

this act was like a drug administering the same affect on both addicts. you felt drunk and as your teeth sunk further in her shoulder, so did wednesday.

with her abdomen against yours, there was no room for you to get closer. when you pulled away, wednesday looked at you with her eyes half-lidded.

your mind was in a fog as you gazed at her. with the taste of blood still afflicting your tongue, your only thought was how beautiful wednesday looked.

and as she met your inebriated gaze, an overwhelming urge to kiss you took hold of her actions.

she leaned in. despite knowing close to nothing about you and wanting little to do with romance, she wanted you. she wanted you and the painful pleasure you bestowed upon her.

you got swept up in the moment and kissed her back instantly. you squeezed her closer, grazing her lip with your fang. irony blood tainted your lips. the taste left you higher than any drug.

opening her mouth, wednesday deepened the sinful kiss and you reciprocated in full. you felt like you couldn't breath. you didn't want to pull away.

just as wednesday's tongue skimmed your teeth, you pulled away.

deep breaths fogged the cold windows of the small dorm room. you still held her as her dead eyes held something a little more than a dark abyss; something even wednesday couldn't understand.

she wanted to continue, to ask you to bite her again and again and again. it didn't matter if you took all of her; it would be a great headline on a tombstone.

so, once you'd filled your lungs, wednesday stole away the distance of your lips once more.

you fell back, holding her. by now it was far past four in the morning, with school in three hours.

neither of you cared. the bloody kisses were an intoxication full of need; tonight would feel like forever.

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venusphoriia · 2 months

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— Maybe In Another Life

;; ₍ # ₎ ⁀➷ Clarisse La Rue x Reader

─ she honestly would’ve loved you.

cw ཿ⠀ not proof-read, major character death, description of coping with losing a loved one, angst no comfort, (written with a female reader in mind, but honest no pronouns are used (I think??))

ପ a/n ; literally a quick dump (it’s been sitting in my drafts for about a month) because I’ve been super busy. I’m still working on Lovesick Denial Part 2 and another request, so one of those may be released next. Thank you so much for the support and I hope you enjoy! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃♡︎

Clarisse stares blankly at the gravestone. The flower gently twirls in her hands mindlessly. The sun felt warm against her skin, the wind—a perfect breeze. The weather was calm, mellow like the calm after a storm.

The sky was bright, much too bright for Clarisse’s liking. Especially now, but she knew this weather is something you enjoy. Everything looked so alive, free—perhaps even a bit happy. She felt so out of place. Nothing felt right, like something was missing. She knew, but she wanted to deny it a bit longer.

She sinks deeper into her thoughts—memories that she treasures. For a moment, she allows them to completely consume her senses, reliving them as if they were the present. She can hear your heartfelt laughter from afar, drawing closer as you approach her.

You quickly quiet your movements, sneaking up on Clarisse from behind. She closes her eyes, pretending not to hear you (like she always does). She feels you creep closer, you hand slowly reaching out towards hers. A soft chill runs up her spine as your fingertips brush against her skin.

She waits quietly for the sound of your voice, but it never comes. Clarisse brow furrows softly, she closes her eyes tighter in concentration. Your hands slip into hers, but they aren’t as soft as they used to be. Still, she imagines your smile as you slowly trail your hand up her arm, carefully tracing her scars as you alway did, until your hand rests along her neck.

Again, she listens carefully for your soft laughter, but again, she’s left waiting. She feels your hand cup her face and again the touch feels odd. It’s warm, but so foreign. Even the way you held her felt so…different. She tries to correct the mistakes in her mind, wanting to indulge deeper into her fantasy.

Again, she waits. Yearning to hear your voice, she waits as her eyes desperately remain closed.

“Clarisse?” Again, she is left disappointed. She breaks away from her daydream, her eyes slowly opening. Tears slip past her eyes as she meets a look full of pity and concern, “…You alright?”

The question is hesitant as if scared to provoke Clarisse’s anger. Clarisse looks away, down at his hand that carefully holds hers. The flower in her hand was tight in her grip as if she was afraid to let go.

“I’m fine,” her tone is rough as she wipes away her tears, pulling away from Chris’ touch.

Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes. Someone she had grown close to since—no, she doesn’t want to think about it. She places the flower among the many others on the gravestone. A beautiful Daffodil among the many others. Clarisse smiles softly to herself as she sees the gifts others have left behind in your memory. She knew you would appreciate them all.

Your greatest fear was being forgotten—or worse being remembered as someone who never did much with their life. It brings Clarisse a little comforting knowing that your anxieties would’ve been put to rest if you had realized how much you are truly loved.

Clarisse wipes away her tears again, clearing her throat before standing back up. She walks past Chris, not being able to find the strength within herself to even spare him a glance. He doesn’t comment on it, following behind her, but also being mindful to keep his distance.

She looks down at her hand, the ring feels rather tight around her finger. A wave of anger, hurt, and disappointment hit her as she swallows the bitterness in her throat. She looks away. She pretends it’s your ring, your engagement—that she’s your fiance.

She truly would’ve married you. If only you’d been able to stick around, maybe you would have said yes.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #clarisse x you

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pearl-blue-musings · 29 days

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heaven let your light shine down

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!fem!reader

A/N: this was something that manifested from shower thoughts and my current obsession with hazbin hotel. There’s none of this yet but there will be themes of manipulation, heartbreak, heavy emotions, fun times, spoilers, show theories, good times

Word count: ~1.8K

Taking a secret trip to hell from heaven wasn’t as smooth as you thought it would be. Sneakily arriving in the embassy through whatever portal Emily opened for you was less than ideal. You landed on the hard ground of heaven’s embassy with a thud and shook yourself off. When your eyes adjust to the dimness of the new world around you, you’re quick to cover your nose. You didn’t know much about Hell, but you were briefly aware of the smell it emitted.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you take in the sights around you. The embassy was strikingly see through and gave you a clear view of Pentagram City. You never understood why Heaven needed an embassy in Hell but right now you’re happy there is one. The weight on your back feels lighter as you realize your wings retracted. Oh right, you forgot that Emily helped you to retract and hide your wings as to not bring too much attention to yourself. However, being indiscreet was not an option. Above you a bright light where the portal is closing shines, alerting everyone within a 10 mile radius someone has entered the Heaven embassy.

Shit.

The bag you brought with you lays haphazardly on the floor as you try to compose yourself. A growing buzzing sound gets closer and closer to the gates of the embassy. It’s been years since you’ve felt your heart race in a panic over your life, and you’re not sure what to hold onto. Of course they saw you, silly! You can’t just portal into Hell and not expect some kind of audience. Simple, you’ll just go over all the things you practiced and rehearsed saying before you snuck out of Heaven.

The doors bang and clang open, determined and angry faces with mounted weapons pointed at you greet you. You yelp as Charlie, you remember her from the meeting, bundles toward you. Her horns stand bright and red atop her head, eyes ablaze with indignation. Behind her and to the right is Vaggie, her hair blowing almost ethereally as her poke arm is pointed at you. The porn star known as Angel Dust has all of his guns cocked and loaded, ready to take aim at your heart. There’s some kind of cat like demon and someone with a cane with an evil and calculating yet far off look in the back. And reigning above all of that is the king of Hell himself.

Lucifer.

You’ve only heard of him by name, never by face. Always being fed that he’s a deceiver, a true sinner, and disbeliever. He and his wife, ex-wife you correct to yourself, are the reason there are so many sinners in Hell in the first place. You gulp loudly and try to compose yourself. You clear your throat with a cough and start out your practiced speech. “Ah, hello! I’m-“

“What does Heaven want? Are they trying another extermination in a week? Well I’ve got news for you, we’re ready for whatever they’re gonna send us. We killed Adam and a bunch of other angels! We’re not afraid to make an example out of you!” Charlie’s commanding speech leaves your throat dry as you feel yourself shrink under their intense gazes. You see her and Lucifer approach you in a threatening manner. Your hands immediately go up and you fall to your knees.

With a wail, you cry out in pity. “Please don’t hurt me! I-I come in peace!” In the distance you hear a “hah” but keep going. “Heaven, uh heaven doesn’t know I’m here. Except for Emily, she knows I’m here; but that’s it!” Your truth appears to fall on disbelieving ears as they bundle closer to you. The point of Vaggie’s pole arm has gotten dangerously close to your nose and your voice gets stuck in your throat. You try to swallow the lump forming inside as you grab your bag. All eyes shift to your movement and you put up a hand in protest.

“W-wait! Please I’m here with good news! And evidence of said news.” You scramble in your bag for a couple pieces of paper and hand them to Charlie. “Charlie, please look at this with your own eyes. I swear I’m not making this up!” You notice her shoulders gradually lower and the horns retract in her head. The normal color of her eyes return to normal as she reads over the first page. Her eyes visibly soften as tears come to her eyes along with a smile. She blinks a couple times before looking at you. Her voice is soft and untrusting.

“Is this, is this true?” You nod as you pull out the second paper.

“I asked him to write his last memories down on paper. You know,” you begin to ramble, “when you enter Heaven you start to lose your memories of your former life and we’re not sure the stature of this regarding-“

Vaggie shushes you with a prick of her weapon as she slowly approaches Charlie. The Princess of Hell falls to her knees and reaches out a hand to you. With a soft chuckle she mutters, “It worked.”

You nod vigorously while taking her hand to stand up. “That’s why I’m here! I, I wanted to tell you as soon as I saw him.” The paper you handed Charlie gets shown to the rest of the group. They all lower their weapons and their guard as they start to smile. Lucifer slowly descends toward you to get a better view of the official Heavenly document. He walks up to you and eyes you carefully, noticing your halo but lack of wings. His eyes squint as he looks you over. You can sense he doesn’t entirely trust you and that’s understandable.

But does he have to be that close?

You cough and pick up the other paper, trying desperately to ignore the way your stomach feels and the nervousness that’s increasing. “I also asked him to write down his memories and he said “I was protecting the hotel and my dearest Cherri with my egg boys by my side. If you can please let them know I made it to heaven and I miss you all dearly! Okay bye!””

The whole group begins to laugh and cry at the words and news being shared. Hugs are happening all around and small chatter begins within the embassy. A warm smile grows on your face as you see new faith and hope restored in the demons in front of you. It makes you giddy with glee to see them look hopeful for the future, you start to dance a little bit to yourself. Momentarily, you forgot that a certain King of Hell has been watching you the whole time.

Lucifer clears his throat to get your attention. “What, what is this some happy dance? You’re not here to hurt Charlie are you?”

You shake your head, noticing the buzz of conversation happening around you. “Oh no! I want to help her. A-all of you!” You take a deep breath and wave your hands in the air to get everyone’s attention. “I was at the meeting. I saw Angel Dust do all the right things to get into Heaven! And it’s not fair that angels have all this power and don’t know what it means to get into Heaven! I wanted Sera to approve of the hotel because, because I believe in your mission! So please,” you extend a hand toward the crowd, “let me help you.”

With their guidance, the members of the Hazbin Hotel walk with you toward the almost redone building. Straggling behind you is Lucifer, unsure of just what another Angel is doing in his realm. Sure, he had figured out about Vaggie and was fine with that. But that’s different. You as an angel willingly came down to Hell to help, you must have some ulterior motive. However, he can’t help but have your words hit that soft spot inside him; it makes him want to know more about you. How did someone like you get on the counsel, and why would you risk your rank and heavenly status for demons? In his mind it didn’t make any logical sense.

You had heard the hotel was badly damaged in the fight and was surprised to see how much better it looks now. There’s still some renovations to be done inside in which you offered your angelic powers to help build and restore the hotel. Upon entering, you are greeted by someone who wasn’t at the embassy with you, someone you assumed was left to watch over the hotel in their absence. The aura he gives off makes a shiver run down your spine.

Alastor eyes you quickly, understanding immediately that you’re an Angel. His eyes squint and his smile gets more sinister if that’s possible. He trots over to you and sticks out his cane. You yelp in surprise and look up into his crimson gaze. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting another Angel so soon! There must be a reason why Charlie hasn’t killed you yet, allow me to do what she can’t.” Menacing antlers start to grow and multiply atop his head as he grows in size, his lifeless eyes never leaving your visage. You stumble backwards onto the floor and backup until you hit a pair of legs.

Lucifer puts a hand on your shoulder as Charlie stands in front of you waving her arms enthusiastically. “Um, Alastor,” she starts, “she’s here to help.” In that instant, the radio demon shrinks back down to normal size and wipes off his vest. He hums, glaring at you and Lucifer, the latter who had lifted you to your feet, before he retreats to his own quarters. You briefly hear him say “apologies dear Angel, you must know we’re still on edge from a few days ago. I shall see you again.” A sigh of relief escapes your lips and you lean back. You quickly scramble away upon realizing you fell back into Lucifer.

“S-sorry!”

“You alright there?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, causing some minor embarrassment. Although he’s shorter than you thought, it’s clear his presence, power, and personality can fill up a room. You feel your cheeks heat up, a sensation you haven’t felt in who knows how long as the two of you strangely keep staring at each other. You take a step back, skipping toward Charlie while asking, “hey can you show me more of the hotel?”

Lucifer watches his daughter walk off with you joyfully to show you more of the rebuilt hotel. He places his left hand over his heart watching the two of you interact. It ignites something in him and he lets himself smile softly, resting his weight on his cane. As he drums his fingers across his chest, he’s starting to feel the weight of the gold band on his finger.

Strange, he’s never felt the weight of it before, just what could possibly be changing that now?

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 8 months

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Reflected in Someone’s Eyes (Part 1)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: Astario’s POV after he tells the reader (Y/N) that he hasn’t seen his face in over 200 years. What does Astarion find when he catches the reader still up when he comes for his nightly feed?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: Fluff, embarrassment, feelings of unworthiness, mentions of blood/vampires/etc, minor spoilers, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1532

Side Notes: E/C = Eye color, Y/N = your name, Y/R = your race

Part 2

Astarion stared into the mirror he held high as he tried to hide his disappointment in discovering the parasite hadn’t corrected his inability to see his own reflection. He did, however, notice when he caught Y/N’s attention. They had parted ways shortly after making camp: she went to help make food, and Astarion tended to his wounds in his tent. Up until the moment she caught a glimpse of the reflective gleam from the reflective surface as the campfire roared with life. She had been eating and drinking with Wyll and Karlach, but she quickly finished her last sip of her wine before she said something to them both and started walking towards Astarion’s tent.

Astarion’s chest felt slightly tighter when he noticed her intent on walking his way, but he knew better than to let any signs of weakness show.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked as she neared the pale elf. “I thought vampires couldn’t see their reflection?” Her tone was curious and playful, but Astarion frowned into the mirror he was admiring her from.

“I was just hoping that perhaps the parasite had changed that too about me. Much to my dismay, I still cannot see my own face.” If no one had known, they would not have caught the slight hint of sadness in his tone, but Y/N shuffled her weight on her feet.

“Do you miss it? Being able to see your face?” Y/N asked, and Astarion sighed heavily.

“Peering in a looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I haven’t even seen this face—not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.” He growled out the last part of his statement. Y/N slightly shifted her weight on her feet as her head cocked slightly to the side in curiosity.

“What color were they before?” She questioned, but Astarion just shook his head.

“I don’t even remember what my face looked like before I woke up as a vampire spawn.” The words bitterly left his tongue. Y/N’s face flashed with a familiar expression to him now: pity “My face is just a dark shape of my past.” He spat out as he threw the mirror to the ground, scattering the already broken pieces of the mirror. He took some calming breaths before he realized that the woman in front of him was just looking at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place. Why was she staring at him?

“What?” He abruptly asked, slightly nervous from her attentive gaze, but he held his stoic expression. A small smile graced her lips before she replied.

“I’ll be your mirror.” The words came out of her mouth softly and sweetly as the woman gently held eye contact with him. “What do you want to know?” She ever-so-softly asked him. He turned to her with his signature smile before he spoke.

“I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me.” Astarion’s voice was soft, but then he drops his voice even further and his eyes soften with vulnerability as he adds, “What you see.”

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous to hear what the woman before him had to say. Isn’t it silly of him to wonder what this woman is going to say about, and for him to wonder how it is going to make him feel…a luxury Cazador wouldn’t have given him. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he released it at her reply.

“I see strong, piercing eyes that glint and gleam like crimson rubies in the sun.” Astarion swore he could feel something stir in his undead heart at her honeyed words, and his hungry ears needed to hear more sweet words.

“Oh?” He said lowly. “Go on.”

“You have a dangerous smile; one that makes anyone’s heart race with anticipation. It makes people wonder why someone like you would look their way.” The look of admiration in her E/C eyes sent another squeezing feeling to his chest.

“Very good.” He said as he smiled at her. “Now, just tell me I’m beautiful, and we can call it a day.” The smile that graced Y/N’s lips took his breath away as she told him exactly what he wanted to hear. “Observant.” He said when she finished. “Mirrors aren’t much use, but being reflected in someone’s eyes? Well…I could do worse.” His eyes softened as he looked over the Y/R woman in front of him. She then yawned, and Astarion chuckled at her.

“Your mirror,” She sarcastically referred to herself as, “Is exhausted. You’re welcome to come for a bite tonight, if you desire. I’ll see you in the morning.” Astarion bid her good night, and told her he couldn’t wait to come for a taste later.

However, as Astarion laid in his tent, he couldn’t help but think about Y/N and her honeyed words. How could it be that a woman such as herself would be so willing, so eager, to say such nice things about someone like him? Astarion had reminded himself time and time again that he needed protection from her. He needed to seduce her and bed her to keep himself protected. That’s all he needed to do, and something he knew all too well to do. Smile here, some flattery there, and, with a little performance from him, all would be well. All he has to do is not fall for you, and that’s the easy part. Right? But as the pale elf laid on his bed roll, he tried to shake off the feeling creeping inside his chest—the one in the center where his heart use to beat. Astarion shook off the feeling and labeled it that he just needed to feed, so he got up and started towards your tent.

Over the next few days, Astarion noticed that his tasty partner spent more time looking at him than she spent with him. Yes, they had been spending quality time traveling together to the shadow cursed lands, heading towards Moonrise Towers, but she had been far more quiet and distant since their conversation about the mirror. As much as he hates to admit it, the small shift in her behavior had him concerned. Her absence that night from her bedroll had also been a cause for alarm for the pale elf. Today had not been a great day, for they had royally pissed off the githyanki queen, Vlaakith, who swore that we shall all perish at the end of one of her warriors’ blades.

Astarion took a calming breath, and focused his attention on her scent: she had an alluring scent of sandalwood vanilla with a subtle accent of coffee. He had been joking that she was his little energy drink because of her habit of drinking coffee every morning. Luckily, her scent was strong and Astarion was quickly able to find his pretty little travel companion sitting on a large rock, overlooking the valley below them. Y/N hadn’t heard him approach, and Astarion could see that she was engrossed in whatever she had in her hands. The vampire spawn purposefully stepped on a nearby twig, which garnered the reaction he had hoped for when the Y/R sprung up with her dagger drawn. The dagger glinted in the moonlight as she lowered upon making eye contact with the familiar pair of ruby red eyes.

“Astarion.” She left out in a sigh of relief. “Sorry, you had startled me.” She left out a light, breathless chuckle as she finished her statement. “I guess you came to feed on me, and discovered I wasn’t there? I must’ve lost track of time.” One of her eyebrows cocked upwards in question as she sheathed her dagger and picked up the items she had been previously holding before the twig snapped: a large book, and a pencil.

“Clever girl.” Astarion praised before he cocked an eyebrow himself. “What has captured the attention of my tasty little treat to have kept her distracted?” Her cheeks slightly flushed, and the sound of her pulse quickening was music to Astarion’s vampire ears. He itched to sink his pearly whites into her beautiful neck, but he was now more interested in the answer to his question. “Do tell me that you were writing some dirty little fantasies about us in that book of yours?” The alluring tone in his voice and the flabbergasted expression on her face made Astarion feel comfortable and in control; however, he wasn’t prepared for the lighthearted laugh that escaped from the woman.

“Oh no, my darling,” Astarion raised an eyebrow at the nickname that came from Y/N’s lips. “Give me a few more nights, and I’ll happily show you what I’ve been working on.” A genuine smile on her lips told Astarion that she meant what she had spoken.

“Alright then.” He said with a smile. “I surely hope whatever it is you are working on will be well worth the wait.” Some unfamiliar expression shone in the Y/R’s E/C eyes as she casually replied.

“Who knows,” Her shoulders shrugged. “Only time will tell.” Then, she bid him good night after happily letting him have a taste of her intoxicating blood.

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blacklesbothatlovestowrite · 4 months

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On My Mama Pt. 5

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The next few days went by agonizingly slow. Riri felt guilty for going as far as she had. She was still angry but she also understood that she took things to hell. She couldn’t get the look on your face out of her head. You looked absolutely disgusted by her, and that hit her HARD. Despite how angry you were at Shuri, you’d never looked at Shuri that way.

She knew as much as you disliked Shuri, what she had done was by far worse. She felt like shit, and it only got worse as she realized you’d skipped majority of your classes and no one had seen you in days.

Riri but the bullet and opened your contact. She looked through all the messages and saw an audio message. She listened to it, her heart dropping into her ass at the information she was taking in. She frowned as she thought back to how she’d warned you against Bria only to end up listening to the vindictive bitch.

She tried calling your number only to receive the blocked voice message. She then sent several messages and attempted several calls to your social medias. When everything failed, she decided to get up after days of sulking to take a shower and head to the lab she’d abandoned.

As she made it to the lab, Riri noticed that none of the scientists were there. She could see certain members of the Dora Milaje guarding the lab but it was emptier than it had ever been.

“Miss Williams, the lab is closed today.” Aneka said, her face void of emotions. Riri found it strange since Aneka was the one that seemed to always be the friendliest to her.

“I’ve never been denied entry before, what’s going on?” Riri demanded to know.

“The princess has requested no interruptions.” Aneka said shortly. She knew Miss Williams was stubborn and she wasn’t interested in the drama that would come from her entering the lab.

“I have just as much clearance here as Shuri. She gave me free reign here—“

“Had is the correct term.” Aneka eyed the young girl with pity.

“What do you mean had? What the fuck is going on?” Riri hissed. She hadn’t talked to Shuri in days but she was sure they weren’t in a bad place.

“Miss Williams you need to remove yourself from the premises for the time being or I will be forced to remove you myself.” Aneka sighed. She could see the hurt that crossed Riri’s face as she spoke.

Riri whipped her phone out and called Shuri’s number. She wasn’t going to take orders from someone under Shuri. If Shuri was banning her from the lab she’d have to do it herself.

“What the fuck, Udaku!” Riri hissed the moment the call picked up.

“Riri now isn’t a good time.” Shuri sighed, her voice tinged with annoyance. “The lab will be reopened in a few days.”

“What is going on? You’ve never locked down the lab, and from me at that?” Riri mumbled, not sure what to make of everything.

“Look I can’t t..talk right now but I n..need you to l..leave for the t..time being.” Shuri stuttered, groaning. Riri’s eyes narrowed. “F..fuck… You look so pretty like this…”

“Shuri? Are you screwing someone in the lab?” Riri inquired. Shuri cursed in Xhosa and Riri froze as she heard a familiar moan and the sound of skin slapping. “Is that y/n?”

“Riri, I’m busy. I’ll talk to you later.” Shuri snapped, hanging up the phone.

Riri stared at the phone in her hand in shock, her body simmering with rage as she pieced together why Shuri had shut down the lab and why she was being banned from entering at the moment.

Your head fell back against Shuri’s work table as she thrusted her strap into you. You were a sweaty, soaked mess as she drilled into you over and over.

Shuri was definitely skilled. That you were sure of, you could see why so many women were fond of her and Riri. Because if Bria’s skills had you hooked, Shuri had you on lock. So far she’d made you come so many times you lost track.

You’d been here for days at this point stuck in a bubble with her, allowing her to fuck you against just about every surface. You could barely keep up with her stamina as she fucked you into a whimpering, hoarse state. You’d lost your voice at some point, and spoke in a low hoarse tone.

Shuri didn’t stop though. She kept you hydrated and fed as she continued using your body. She’d done so many things that had your eyes rolling back you felt slightly embarrassed at how inexperienced you apparently really were.

She’d folded you in ways you didn’t think possible, bending your body at angles that had you sore but still aching for more. She’d done such filthy things that made you feel good in ways you’d never experienced. She’d fed you your own juices, had you suck your juices from her strap, she’d eaten your ass and even sucked on your toes.

Shuri Udaku was a freak. One you’d never be able to shake. You could understand why women went crazy over the tall, attractive, genius. Money or power was the last thing on anyone’s mind when it came to this girl.

“Ahhhhhh.” You hissed, as she hit that sweet spot in you while choking you again and again. You squirted, your toes curling as she fucked you through your orgasm.

“Just like that sthandwa….” Shuri praised, as you cried. You’d never been fucked like this before. She was on a different level from anyone who’d touched you.

“Oh….k..k..kayyyyy….” You croaked, pathetically. Squeezing your legs closed, not able to take anymore as your body shook violently.

“What happened to I wasn’t all that?” Shuri taunted, her strong hands keeping your thighs apart enough to continue thrusting into you. Tears poured down your face as your pussy clenched on her.

“You wanted a taste of what everyone else was so desperate for, eh???” Shuri continued teasing you, as your core got wetter.

“P…pleaseeee.” You cried, not sure what you were begging her for. Your legs spread wider as you watched her enter you achingly slow. Each thrust making you want to pull your hair out.

“Uh uh, You wanted to see what was worth your mama risking her marriage?” Shuri continued and you felt all your self respect leave you as you let her fuck you like you were some needy whore.

“Fuck me….” You demanded, fed up with her playing with you. You were sure you’d regret having her fuck you anymore later as you could already feel the soreness.

“I’ve never fucked anyone, like I’m fucking you y/n.” Shuri leaned down to whisper against your lips. You watched her in shock as she pulled out before ramming the strap back into you.

You closed your eyes as you started to feel lightheaded the harder she thrusted into you. You couldn’t focus on her words. You were trying to hold on, to not cum. You wanted to ride out this feeling.

“I wanna ride you.” You pleaded, opening your eyes to stare at her. She smirked, before letting you go. As you tried to move you nearly face planted, your body ached as she lifted you with ease and laid on the work table before settling you in top of her. You squatted on her, the balls of your feet planted flat as you rode her.

“Damn….” She bit her bottom lip as she watched you fuck yourself on top of her.

After a lengthy sleep in Shuri’s private quarters on a separate floor from the lab underground, You woke to the sight of her watching you sleep. You hated to admit she looked gorgeous first thing in the morning.

She’d never had a bad day in the looks department. Whether it was effortless or full of effort you couldn’t tell but deep down you knew she just naturally had something about her that made her look so ethereal. Her beauty seemed unreal.

“Good morning, sthandwa.” Shuri smiled, as you sat up in the bed. You looked her over to see she was already dressed in a black oversized tee, oversized boyfriend jeans and sneakers. She had a good chain around her neck of her mother’s face, wearing her royal head piece.

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere drinking the day away considering today’s the first day of break?” You asked, snippily. Just because you’d let her fuck you didn’t mean you weren’t still angry at her.

You rationalized her actions to be that of innocence. Your mother was the one that was married and Shuri hadn’t known, she simply saw an attractive woman that was all over her and returned the advances. You hated that Shuri and your mother fucked, it messed with your head.

Part of the reason you were so angry at Shuri was the fact you’d crushed on her for years. Since the first time you’d seen her online, you’d held a torch for the princess. Your mother knew that, hell you had posters all over your childhood bedroom of Shuri, the Dora Milaje, the avengers.

Your mother often shamed you for crushing on women, liking women. She was very unhappy when you came out and even more so when your father supported you. It felt like a knife to the back that she’d fuck someone around your age, someone you’d crushed on for years, and a woman?

She was such a hypocrite, a whore, a liar. You couldn’t understand how she’d become who she’d become. You’d remembered how she was before she there was any inclination that you were gay. How loving, how caring, how involved she’d been. It was like a switch flipped when she found out you were gay.

Suddenly the mom and daughter dates, the bonding, the love was just gone. She became overbearing, strict, and at times downright hateful. Your father was the light. He was more involved, he showed up and showed out for you every time.

“I’m not a drunkard despite what many murmur when they think my back is turned.” Shuri smiled, a smile that had your sore thighs clenching.

“What would you call yourself then?” You rebutted. She partied hard on a consistent basis. Though while she was drunk she could be very irresponsible and reckless at the mouth, once she sobered up she was the same girl genius you’d crushed on.

“A regular girl who’s human.” Shuri shrugged. She ran a hand over her curly fro, realizing she needed to get a cut again.

“Why do you go so hard?” You asked, curiosity had you wanting to learn more about her.

“You’ve experienced loss. I imagine It’s pretty hard on you considering you cry yourself to sleep most nights.” Shuri eyed you. You swallowed, not realizing she’d heard you. She tapped her ears. “Enhanced abilities.”

“I’ve lost my entire family in such a short period of time. It feels like I can’t breathe sometimes.” Shuri looked down. “All the pressures of the mantle, and being alone.”

Though she had T’Challa and Nakia. They had their own life in Haiti and Nakia had no plans of leaving or raising T’Challa in the spotlight. She agreed with her brother and Nakia’s decision, T’Challa deserved to grow up normal with none of the pressures she and T’Challa faced.

“I know what it’s like to be alone.” You rolled your tongue against your cheek as you looked at your hands. “It sucks when you have no family, no one to fall back on, no one to count on. Nothing but loneliness.”

“You aren’t alone, Y/n.” Shuri cupped your chin, forcing you to look at her. “I am so sorry for having a hand in the dissolution of your parent’s marriage. Whether I knew she was married or not, it led to very serious consequences for you and I can’t apologize enough. I may try to joke or brush it off as if it weren’t a significant thing but I genuinely feel remorse for the pain it’s caused you.”

You stared not sure what to say to that. You hadn’t expected her to apologize, and so genuine at that. Her words felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders as much as you hated to admit. It effected you in ways you could hardly speak of without tearing up.

Tears pricked your eyes as you tried to look away but the firm grip she had on your face had you stuck looking at her. Direct eye contact was something you hated as it forced you to deal with the uncomfortable feelings that stirred.

You hated that you had feelings sometimes.

“I am here. You may not trust me, hell I know you don’t like me but I am here for you. No matter what. I swear it on my life, you will never be lonely as long as I live. We’re kindred spirits in a way, everything happened to lead us to one another.” Shuri asserted. You took a shaky breath.

“I’m not saying there was any right in the situation leading us to know of each other. I’m simply saying things happen for a reason as fucked as the reason may be.” She added.

“If there’s anything I’ve learned since I found out about you. About what my actions caused. It’s that I owe you so much.” Shuri insisted. “I promise you a life long friendship, even if that means us not having sex even though I hope that’s not the case since you’ve outdone anyone I’ve ever had.”

“I don’t know what to say.” You mutter, lowly.

“You don’t have to say anything. We’re friends, that’s it.” Shuri assured.

The rest of the day is spent with You getting to know Shuri. The more you learn, more you realize how many similarities there are. She allows you to see the latest things she’s been working on and you act like a kid in a candy store when she gives you permission to tinker.

“You have a little residue right there.” Shuri laughed, swiping the grease from your face. You stare at her, taking in her beautiful smile, her shiny teeth in the lab’s light.

“So you’re creating solar powered generators that can power everything in a standard family home?” You clear your throat, as you wipe your messy hands on the rag you’d grabbed.

“Yes. I want African Americans to be free in every sense. My brother bought land in Georgia, over 300 acres. A super city is being built currently, he started it and I’m ensuring it gets finished.” Shuri’s eyes gleamed as she spoke of her work. “I plan on giving people a second chance, a real life worth living. A fair chance they can’t get elsewhere. Wakanda isn’t open to outsiders and it shouldn’t be, it’s just too dangerous. However that doesn’t mean Wakandan’s can’t help the children of the lost tribe.”

“Did Riri help you with this ?” You asked as you looked at the finished generator. You’d helped her finish it. You were sure Riri had a hand in helping build it as you could see her handiwork all over it. You’d seen her work before in the apartment. Small projects she brought home or school projects.

“She did.” Shuri confirmed.

“Why’d you bar her from entering the lab. I thought it was considered both of yours ?” You asked.

“You’re angry at her. I don’t know all that happened or why considering Riri is one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met, though she can be hardheaded and stubborn. I respect your need for space.” Shuri admitted. “I knew you didn’t want to be around her so I closed the lab down for a while.”

“Shouldn’t have more loyalty for her? Isn’t she your best friend?” You raised a brow.

“Riri is my best friend, yes. However you are also my friend and I want to show you that you can count on me. That you can trust me.” Shuri reassured you.

“I’m starving. We should get some food.” You change the subject.

“I’ll order something.” Shuri grabbed her phone but you shook your head.

“Let’s head somewhere.” You find yourself saying. You had something in mind.

After showering and dressing in a Sweater of Shuri’s that hit your mid thigh and fit you snug, you decided to grab food from a food place you knew Riri frequented. She used that food as fuel.

“What are you up to?” Shuri asked, once she parked in the parking lot of the diner.

You remained silent as the two of you entered the diner. You weren’t sure just what you planned on doing. As you were led to the counter by a waitress, you took notice of Nina and Gina in a booth with a few other girls.

“Order the food, I’ll be right back.”

You walked over, watching as Nina met your eyes. She looked slightly wary but said nothing as you stood in front of their table.

“Hi, Nina.” You spoke, looking at the girl beside her. She was a pretty dark skin girl with neon pink small locs that fell to her shoulder. She was gorgeous.

“H…Hey, Y/n.” Nina greeted, her voice cracking. You looked at the girl beside her, a girl she’d been interested for a long time so she told you.

“Audrey is it?” You asked, watching as the girl nodded shyly. “You should know Nina’s a back stabbing, disloyal, whore. I’m not saying this to be spiteful or rude. I just believe in brutal honesty. You’re such a beautiful and sweet girl, don’t let her hurt you. You deserve more than someone with no morals.”

“Who the fuck are you calling a whore?” Nina exclaimed, trying to get to you but Audrey and Gina had her sandwiched in the booth.

“Yo, Y/n you need to chill with that. Idk what ya’ll got going on but that’s still my sister.” Gina defended Nina. They were sisters after all so it only made sense. Hopefully her whore of a sister was just as loyal and down for her sister.

“She fucked Riri in my living room, on the couch. On top of a portrait of my father and I.” You clarified and Gina’s mouth dropped open. You turned your attention back to Audrey. “My dead father.”

“That’s so fucked up!” Audrey gasped, moving from the table and storming off. At least she had some sense you thought.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Nina shouted, struggling against her sister.

“You. Girls like you disgust me. You don’t know how to be a friend, not that you ever were one to begin with.” You told her.

“You’re so mad!” Nina laughed, shaking her head. “Riri fucked me so good and you’re jealous. Admit it. You’d of let her fuck you wherever and however if you had the chance. You’re just mad it was me and not you.”

You snorted, staring at Nina in disbelief.

“What kind of strap is this bitch choking y’all with? I’m jealous! Me? Of a girl that’s so fucking easy all you have to do is smile her way and her legs open?” You laughed. “You literally tried to fuck me a few weeks ago and I chalked it up to you being drunk and let it go but clearly you’re another fan.”

“Bitch, please.” Nina huffed.

“So, what? You got rage fucked against a couch, as a way to hurt me and you think that makes me envy you?!” You couldn’t stop laughing, tears were leaking from your eyes as you watched Nina’s face get red. “Sorry to break it to you but I don’t envy pick me’s. It’s clear who the real pick me is, weren’t you just sniffing around Jess who publicly told your ass she didn’t want you? I ignored that weirdo shit because at the end of the day that wasn’t someone I claimed or took serious but you’re just a weird ass, hating ass, pick me bitch that clearly wants a taste of what I got between my legs. It must kill you that a ‘negrita’ like me is getting the people you clearly want effortlessly. That they’re chasing me, ready to do whatever just to have a taste of me.”

You watched as she moved to get closer to you but Gina kept her grip on her sister.

You leaned close enough to where your lips almost touched and you smirked as her breath hitched.

“You had a taste of Riri and thought that was a prize but baby I had the teacher. And she far surpasses the student.” You gloated, winking before moving away.

As you turned around and walked back to Shuri, you saw Riri standing by Shuri. She looked hurt but you couldn’t find it in you to care. She was angry off of words and no evidence, you actually witnessed what she’d done and it disgusted you.

“We should head back.” You said, staring at Shuri. You leaned up on your tip toes to speak against her lips. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I can barely remember the name Riri Williams.”

Shuri swallowed thickly before nodding, tossing a 50 on the counter and grabbing the bag of food before snatching your hand and leading you out with a quick see you later to Riri. As Shuri led you out, you turned to blow a kiss at Riri watching as she looked devastated.

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nighterwriter · 2 years

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What if you was the only memory Jason has after being killed and come back to life?

(There is that part where he ends up in the league of assassins and start remembering stuff and want revenge... but, he doesn't remember anything for a while, so, what if he remember the reader and it was the good memories cause you know, he loves her. Than, he came back and descover that she still look and miss him)

A/N: Thank you for the ask, enjoy!

Talia kept him in his room while his mind caught up with what had happened.

He died, returned to life, crawled out of a grave, and was a comatose walking patient until she plucked Jason off the streets and threw him into the magic green acid. He remembered nothing of his previous life, but she had regaled him in tales that would have seemed a little too outlandish had it not been for an ache in his bones. The slight ruffle in his blank memories of familiarity, only to have it fade once he pushed against the wall. Talia had told him it would take a while for his memories to return, he needed to be patient, but he couldn't. He felt like he needed to be somewhere, do something, find someone. But he couldn't push through the fog. Until one night.

It had been a brutal training session. No one had taken kindly to not only one but two of Batman's sons being allowed in the League. Damian had a legacy, the son of Talia Al Ghul, the grandson Ra's Al Ghul, but Jason, his allowance, no matter what story Talia tried to spin, was out of pity. And because stringing him up wasn't allowed, they took their frustrations out through training. Ceaseless knife dodging, precarious balancing, slaps on the hand for misremembering. Whatever they could get away with, they did and left him to heal himself.

His hands were raw from the endless swats he received because he couldn't remember what sulfur smelled like. Such a simple answer, he knew, but his mind was foggy, foggier than it had been in a while.

He growled as the wrapping came undone, taking a deep breath before trying again. He was never good at wrapping his hands, he had a gut feeling. Y/N always wrapped it better. A simple thought triggered a tidal wave of memories. Holding your hand, uncontrollably laughing at your stupid joke, driving at night with your head against his shoulder. Memory after memory pushed themselves into his head. You were all he could think of, all he could remember, You, you, you, you, you.

He awoke in his room to Talia humming a song while Damian cooed from his spot on Jason's stomach. His neck hurt and his throat burned. He didn't need to tell Talia anything as she stared at him in guarded relief.

"You remember her."

He nodded, playfully pushing the infant in his lap down by his nose and slightly smiling when he yelped in surprise.

Talia pushed Damian's hair out of his eyes before speaking. "She grieves you. Grieved you from the moment Bruce told her that bizarre cover story. She visits your grave every day and left a small paper flower on your birthday. She feels deeply." She paused. "And she is powerful. All it took was one small memory for you to wail like a ghost and tackle three of my guards before Nyssa arrived with the sedative."

"I need to find her." His throat hurt, but he needed you.

"Not yet."

"Talia-"

"Not yet," She repeated, "Jason, just weeks ago, I had to stop you from returning to Gotham to kill Bruce. You cannot go back to Gotham without a clear plan in mind."

"You don't want me to kill him."

"Well, I would expect you to remember something of him before you slit his throat. The only information you have is what I give you."

Jason looked at Talia. Damian leaned forward and dribbled some drool on his shirt.

"So what do I do?"

"You must choose. Which one is the correct choice, I cannot tell you."

"I can't remember anything. How can I make a choice?" He was so tired. Why couldn't life be easy?

"You remember her. Isn't that enough? Isn't she enough?"

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd drabble

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the-sweet-madame · 2 years

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ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ (𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘜)

Summary: A maid is disliked by the Head Maid because of how the King, Scaramouche, has an interest in her. So, the Head Maid attempts to get her fired only to have her plan backfire.

The kingdom was bustling with frantic chatter, servants hastily attending to their assigned chores by the Head Maid, who was just as cruel and brutal as the prince. Long slick black hair tied into a neat bun, square framed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as her crimson eyes constantly checked on who was slacking off, who committed a mistake and what-not. Her silver gown swept against the marble tiles, made with the finest of silk as she walked with pride, her posture strict and poise, the ribbon wrapped around her waist only corrected her posture further. Her necklace sat on her neck, precious jewels presenting themselves for the world to see. Apparently, she was close to the King, she would alert him off anyone not fulfilling their chores, or simply anyone who just ticked her off. She showed no mercy, but it would only make sense. After all, she is close to the King, who was cruel, even more cruel than her.

The sound of her heels clicking nearby alarmed the servants and maids, whispering to each other of her arrival. Shuffling of shoes scattered, whispers thinned into pin-drop silence, only the sound of cloths rubbing against surfaces and the clinking of objects were made. The Head Maid entered the room, the clicking of her heels coming to a stop as she observed the servants and maids hurriedly cleaning away. Her crimson eyes landed on a specific maid, one with [H/C] hair and [E/C] eyes, she narrowed her eyes in distaste as she saw the maid holding a jug water, with just a simple intention of going to the kitchen. But that only ticked off the Head further. In order to go to the kitchen, she had to exit the room, which was where the Head Maid stood with her arms-crossed, shooting a terrifying glare at the maid. Although [Y/N] had never actually did anything to the Head, she still despised her. [Y/N] was a lowly maid, below her high standards.

But that same lowly maid had somehow gotten the King intrigued.

That one fact made black-haired lady’s anger overflow, seeping into her veins. The soft steps of the timid maid had racked her head, maybe if she made that maid muck up, the King could fire her like every other servant or maid. The jug in [Y/N]’s hold was the star of her plan. She could finally get rid of that rat. The thought brought a slight smirk to her face while the maid was unaware of her evil schemes.

“Excuse me, miss,” [Y/N] said meekly, the jug slightly trembling in her grasp, “I need to go to the kitchen-“

The black-haired woman quickly pulled her wrist that was holding the jug, forward towards her dress, the liquid sinking into the rich fabric. [Y/N] stood, frozen in horror. She felt the eyes of everyone in the room starring at her, making the pit of her stomach grow even bigger.

“I- I didn’t-“ [Y/N] sputtered out, her figure shaking at what she had done- or what she was forced to have done.

The fear prickling at her fingertips, crawling through her arm then her whole body. She knew she was shaking; she knew that something horrible was going to happen to her. She knew that she actually didn’t spill the water on the head maid purposely. She frantically looked at the other servants and maids, someone must’ve saw that she didn’t do it, right? But no one dared to speak, only giving her looks of pity and worry.

The Head Maid almost laughed, the petrified look on [Y/N]’s face was just priceless. It only was fuel to ignite her ego even further, she was so small and fragile. So usable. [Y/N] to her was a toy, the ability to just screw her up until she broke was satisfying. The power The Head Maid had over her was satisfying.

The black-haired lady pushed [Y/N], watching the maid trip and drop the jug. The liquid sprawling across the floor and all around her shaking figure. The Head looked back at all the other servants and maids who were looking at the poor, scared maid in sympathy.

“What are you guys looking at? Clean up the mess this disgrace has caused, you nuisances,” The Head Maid snarled, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at the other poor staff.

But [Y/N] saw the amusement in her eyes, the flickering evil within those insincere crimson eyes mocked her while the other workers scurried off to work, a few of them coming towards the “maid’s mess” to clean it up, shuddering in their shoes.

“And you,” She walked over to [Y/N], grabbing her wrist harshly, the maid was sure it would leave a bruise, “Come with me.”

She dragged her to the hallway, not even giving [Y/N] the chance to properly stand as she stumbled at the Head Maid’s haste pace, walking behind her with small steps. Even though the cruel lady in front was rushing her pace, she still radiated with a brutal confidence, the clicking of her heels was always a reminder of that. She was like a prey to [Y/N], the maid’s small steps lacked any confidence, she felt so tiny compared to the monster in front her.

The walls in the hallways were shimmering with golden patterns, the carpet underneath her shoes was a dark shade of red, gold patterns also embracing its fabric. [Y/N] solemnly weaved her through the herd of people to God knows where, the grasp on her wrist never loosened one bit. The hallways were seemingly endless, her feet paining from the stairs, the twist and turns until a huge door was in front of her. The door frame's outline matched the gold of the doorknob, the door was a deep chocolate brown, the engraved patterns were neatly done with steady hands, she could tell.

It was the King’s office, she realised, her pupils widening like saucers. Was the Head Maid taking her to the King for a punishment? For something she did unwillingly? She squirmed, attempting to pull away from the Head Maid’s hold on her. She was innocent, she knew that. But would the prince believe her over the Head Maid? She doesn’t even think that he knows of her existence. Though, there was one fact that she was unaware of, the only fact that brought her to this situation due to the Head Maid jealously of it.

“Quit moving or else I’ll make your suffering worse,” The Head Maid warned before knocking on the door twice.

Anxiety pulsed through [Y/N]’s veins, the sound of quick footsteps approaching the door on the other side matched the beating of her terrified heart, wrenching in fear. Her breathing hitched at the door opening; she was sure the Head Maid had felt her shaking.

The door revealed a person, a very tall one at that. She recognised him; it was the King’s butler. The butler was never seen around the lower ranked workers much, he was always with the King. The butler was known to be intelligent and stern with his work, though he was kind to the lower ranks. His name was Kazuhiro Fuji, he’d let lower workers call him by his first name, Kazuhiro, unlike the Head Maid who’d only let lower workers call her “miss.” Kazuhiro wore a black suit that surely rivalled the night sky enveloped his white buttoned shirt, hanging by his neck was a tie that matched his black suit along with his pants. His hair was pure white, like an unwritten sheet of paper. His white locks were slightly wavy, but they caressed his face so gently, like a breath of a dandelion. His eyes were hazel, his eyes held a soft gaze but went it came to work, it sharpened like a tip of an ice shard. [Y/N] was sure no matter how close anyone inspected his clothing, there wouldn’t be a single crease to be seen.

He greeted her with a small nod and a kind smile, holding the door open for them both to enter. His kind demeanour was the polar opposite of the woman next to her. [Y/N] could tell the smile she was given from the tall male was with pity. Though, she couldn’t blame him for pitying her.

At the wooden desk, the same rich brown as the door, sat the King with a quill in hand signing away papers from the pile of sheets beside his hand. Even though he was just writing, the way he did it seemed so elegant. He was undeniably good looking as well. His purple hair framed his face, a few strands tickling his jaw as his bangs brushed ever so slightly over his forehead. His violet galaxies held little to no interest. His skin was white like snow, almost identical to porcelain. The top of his head was sheltered by a Chinese-styled hat, the veil falling behind his head while the bells swung by his shoulders, the occasional jingling by his ear would break the silent apart from the shuffling of papers.

[Y/N] couldn’t find a flaw within his appearance, it was flawless. He was flawless.

[Y/N] walked in, well, she was pretty much dragged roughly inside by none other than the Head Maid, leaving her struggling to find her footing for a few moments before being forcefully pushed down to her knees by the Head Maid. The stinging on her knees couldn’t compare to the fear she felt, any hope was left withering away.

“Your Royal Highness,” The Head Maid bowed, holding back a smirk at the horrified maid on her knees.

“This humiliating excuse of a maid has purposely spilt a jug of water on my dress!” She pointed at [Y/N] furiously, the wet patch on her dress was enough evidence.

Doomed was what [Y/N] was, might as well kill her right there and then.

A chill travelled down her spine, the King did not reply, only dipping his quill in the small pot of ink before continuing to write. It seemed like the Head Maid did not register that fact as she continued degrading [Y/N], pleading to give her some kind of punishment. Her volume increasing by each insult

“Your majesty, I implore that you punish her! This lowlife’s outrageous actions surely-” The sound of a chair scraping against the wooden planks halted her next words.

Silent anger rose in the King, her annoying voice began to ruin his concentration. Why did he hire her again? A silent sigh left him as he began to speak.

“I don’t recall giving you the right to step into my office without my permission to whine about some insignificant event that has affected you. Especially if it doesn’t concern me,” The King’s violet eyes glowered with anger, but his words were steady, calm even. But the way he spat each syllable with venom directed at the Head Maid made [Y/N] shiver, but it wasn't cold. His chair was abandoned, he was now standing up, each hand one each side of the table, his palm flat against the surface.

“But- Y-your Highness!” The Head Maid cried out, her tone was unusually desperate, it was weird to hear since her tone was usually as steady as stone.

The King sighed, the pads of his fingers massaging at his temples.

“So bothersome, so useless, so worthless,” He muttered, his eyes staring down the Head Maid as if she was some sort of pest. He averted his gaze back to paperwork and sat back down, ignoring the utter disbelief on the black-haired woman’s face as he waved her off. “Kazuhiro, see her out. I am not in the mood to deal with some nuisance.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” The butler bowed in respect to the King and turned the knob of the rich coloured door, one arm behind his back while he held the doorknob. His posture was also strict and corrected. Was everyone who was in the higher ranks so rich-like? Formal-like? [Y/N] couldn’t put her finger on it.

A small but certain huff left the Head Maid, she dusted off imaginary dust of her gown in an attempt to look mad but her shaking fingers said otherwise. Even if she was mad, she couldn’t do anything. No one had a higher authority than the King. And the King knew that he knew that everything was just at his fingertips.

Everything was handed to him in silver-platter, or more like a golden one.

He was superior to everyone, and he was very well aware of it, even taking advantage of it. [Y/N] shuddered at the ghost of a smirk on the prince’s face when the Head Maid scurried off. Being in the same position for the whole time made her legs feel stiff but she didn’t dare move.

“Oh, Kazuhiro,” The King spoke as the butler was closing the door, “You may also be dismissed, I need to have a chat with the maid,” He gestured towards the now-shaken female who froze at mention of her.

Kazuhiro silently bowed and headed out the door, the echoing click of the door closing rang in [Y/N]’s ears, the stinging on her knees from being shoved downwards suddenly pained more than it was supposed to.

“[Y/N] [L/N], am I correct?” Her heart skipped a beat, she stood up with shaking legs even though she couldn’t feel them.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty,” Her voice wavered as she abruptly bowed.

“No need for that, doll,” He spoke with a spark of amusement, seeing the girl immediately straighten her back at his words struck his chest with pride.

Again, his chair screeched at being dragged backward, his footsteps coming closer didn’t assist how incredibly nervous and frightened she felt, not to mention the scarlet creeping on her cheeks at the way he addressed her as. The bells attached to his hat jingled every time he moved, sending pure anxiety rushing through her veins. The number of unexpected events that occurred in that one day made her feel dizzy, or was it the fear?

Two fingers pushed her chin upwards, her [E/C] eyes now looked into his violet, enlightened ones. The brim of his hat brushed on the crown of her head. His smooth-like skin in contact with hers, tickling her skin with goosebumps, she was rooted to the ground. Even though she knew anything could happen to her at that moment, she couldn’t help but be so captivated by him. It felt like a forbidden luxury having the King so close to her, butterflies racked havoc in her stomach.

“Scaramouche,” His voice was smooth, unwavering unlike hers. She couldn’t bring herself to pull away from his firm hold, as if he anchored her in her place right there and then. “Address me as Scaramouche.”

“Scara...mouche?” [Y/N] hesitantly said, testing how it rolled off her tongue.

The way she seemed so innocent, a curious glint in her eyes, missing how his eyes radiated with possessiveness. The tint of pink on her cheeks made him feel a weird sense of pride. So pure, so precious. She was bound to be his, he would make sure of it. If he had to use force then so be it, he could care less. He’ll do everything in his power to mend their fates, not like it would take him much effort though.

He brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, almost fascinated by the multiple shades of red layering over each other.

“I like it when you say it,” He smiled but [Y/N] couldn’t tell if it was genuine.

Unsure of how to reply, she gave a short nod, her cluelessness emitted a chuckle from the King. He tilted her chin as if he were analysing her. She wasn’t proud of how the pink on her cheeks quickly turned into red. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her, subconsciously leaning into his touch.

He hummed as if he saw something pleasing, his laughter was as sadistic as his smirk.

“You’re quite cute, doll” He spoke, the teasing lilt in his voice was so undeniably attractive, the way the corners of his lips lifted into a smirk. It was sinister but she would be lying if she said she didn’t find it hot. “It’s hard to believe such a fragile girl like you has ticked Asuka off,” His thumb traced her jaw, chucking at her flustered and confused face, “The Head Maid.”

“I-”

“I know, do not fret, doll,” He pressed a finger to her lips, hushing her attempt to protest. He rubbed his thumb pad against her bottom lip. His smirk widened at her perplexed face; his sly smirk was full of pride. Sadism even.

“She’s a fool to even think that her jealousy can take you away from me.”

#Scaramouche #Balladeer #Kunikuzushi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #mihoyo #hoyoverse #fluff #suggestive-ish?#scaramouche x reader #fatui #fatui x reader #royalty au #royalty #genshin x you

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depressionisreal1996 · 4 months

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The Traumatized Omega

Chapter 5

Bold and Underlined=POV Change

Underlined=Line Break

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

I watched as Y/N left. I was finally checked out but was stopped by the weak alpha, known was Rowan.

"You're Wednesday, right," he asked me, I just stared at him, "Rowan. I know how you feel."

"I guarantee you don't," I replied.

"My mother promised me I'd finally fit in somewhere," he told me, which I didn't really care for, " I never though it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts. But it looks like you're gonna give me a run for my money. Uh... Sorry about the... nick."

"No good deed goes unpunished," I told him and got up to leave. As I was walking past the water container (I don't know what it is called) it bubbled. This caused me to turn and look at it for a moment, then continue to walk outside. When I walked outside, I saw Y/N just standing there in the rain, getting soaked.

"Y/N, why don't you have an umbrella, you're going to get sick," I asked worried, then mentally beat myself up. I shouldn't worry about her. But she is our mate, my alpha told me. I ignored him.

"He-he-hey Wednesday, the ra-ra-rain helps me c-c-calm down," she replied, smiling shyly. I find this action cute. I walked up to her and held the umbrella (Y/N is shorter than Wednesday) over the both of us. We both walk in silence, and I find myself enjoying the moment. After a while, we heard stone scraping against each other. We both looked up and saw a gargoyle falling towards us. I went to push Y/N out of dangers way when I heard someone screaming towards us.

"Wednesday! Y/N!" Someone shouted, and both Y/N and I was push out of the way, and everything went black. I woke back up in the infirmary. I sat up and looked around, and saw Xavier standing over Y/N. I didn't like this one bit, so I growled at him to back off. He took the warning and walk to a seat and sat down.

"Welcome back, and you should take it easy," he told me, I just stared at him, "nurse said you don't have a concussion, but you should probably have a nasty bump, huh?"

"The last thing I remember, I was walking outside with Y/N feeling a mixture of rage, pity and self-disgust," I told him, getting up to go to Y/N to make sure she is okay, "I never felt that way before."

"Losing to Bianca has that effect on people, I think," he replied, getting up and try to get close to my unconscious mate. I glared at him to sit back down, and stay away from her.

"Then I looked up and saw that gargoyle coming down and I though," I continued, "at least I'll have an imaginative death. Then you tackled Y/N and I out of the way. Why?"

"Call it instinct," he told me. This made me want to roll my eyes.

"So you were guided by latent chivalry," I told him, turning to face him," the tool of the patriarchy, to extract my or Y/N's undying gratitude?"

"Mm-hmm. Most people just say thank you," he said.

"I didn't want to be rescued," I told him harshly.

"I shoulda just saved Y/N and just let that thing smash you to mush," he said, raising one eyebrow at me.

"I would have rather saved both her and myself," I told him, tensing up at the thought of him touching her.

"Good to see you haven't changed, if it makes you feel any better, let's just say I returned the favor," he scoffed. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he continued, " Xavier Thorpe? You probably don't remember. Last time we met, I was two feet shorter, 40 pounds heavier."

"What happened," I asked, trying to remember.

"Puberty, I guess," he said. I wanted to facepalm at this (and so did I, he was very stupid in this scene).

"What happened the last time we met," I corrected him.

"Oh. Uh. Yeah, it... it was my godmother's funeral," he replied. I tried to remember a funeral, "she was friends with you grandmother, and they spent their twenties in Europe, and swindling the rich and notorious. I don't know, but we were ten, and we were bored, decided to play hide and seek. I had the inspired idea to hide in her casket, I got stuck as it was headed to the crematorium."

"I'd heard muffled screams," I said, finally remembering, "I just figured your godmother had cheated death and was trying to claw her way out,"

"Either way, you hit the bid red stop button," he told me, " and saved me from being flame-broiled. So... now we're even."

He decided to leave after that, and that was when Y/N woke up. She sat up and looked around. She saw me standing there and smiled up at me. I nodded at her and helped her back to her dorm, so she can rest some more. I finally made it to my room, and started my writing time, while listening to La Llorona playing on my Gramophone (I hope I'm correct on what this is called). I was so into my writing, until I heard my bed squeaking. I turned towards it. I got up to walk towards my bed. When I reached it, I threw the covers off, to reveal Thing, a disembodied hand.

"I knew it," I said to the now terrified hand, "hello, Thing."

He tried to flee the room, but he wasn't fast enough, and I caught him.

"Did you think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn't pick up on the faint whiff of neroli and bergamot in your favorite had lotion," I told him, holding him in front of my face, "I could do this all day."

I then slammed him into my desk and pinned him there.

"Surrender," I asked him, which he signed yes and I let him go, "Mother and Father sent you to spy on me, didn't they?"

He tried to deny it, but I can see through it.

"I'm not above breaking a few fingers," I told him, which made him to stop, "that they thought I wouldn't find out proves how mush they underestimate me."

He tried to defend them, by saying that they care for me. I'm not buying this either.

"Oh, Thing, you poor, naive appendage," I told him, "my parents aren't worried about me. They're evil puppeteers, who want pull my strings from afar. The way I see it, you have two options. Option one,"

I picked him up, while opening a drawer in my desk.

"I lock you in here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out," I told him, with him shaking in fear, "ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin. And we both know how vain you are. Option two."

I then closed the drawer and set him back on my desk.

"You pledge your undying loyalty to me," I told him. It took a little bit, but he eventually bowed down to me, to show me that he chooses the second option. This greatly pleases me.

"Our first order of business is to escape this teenage purgatory," I told him. He signed, asking me if I have a plan, "of course I have a plan. And it begins now."

#wednesday addams x fem!reader #alphawednesdayaddams #omegareader #omegaverse

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crosseont · 2 years

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A/N: This is only personal interpretation of a story not yet fully told or confirmed and wishful thinking. This is in no way canon and also probably out of character!

"Ashes of the Sun"

A beast rumored to be unmatched in strength,

the killer of the thousands that tried to slay her, one that the citizens of the many empires entrusted their leaders to end her reign,

lay lifeless on the ground, her tail wrapped around the opened gateway to head back to their realm.

Among themselves, the leaders guessed that the absent Jester King, Scott, had killed her before any of them could. It was likely of the clown, the collector of mysterious items he found to be interesting.

However, few of them had their doubts. Fwhip already told them that Scott didn't go to the portal, and the king had been wood gathering with his lumberjacks in the Netherworld. Sausage, Pix, Gem, and Shubble, on the other hand, felt that there was someone else in this realm. It was more of a feeling that they passed through, and they were there no longer.

"You know, it smells of the sun." The Sun princess, Gem, herself mentions to the aforementioned group. "It smells like an old friend."

"Really, your higness?" Shubble crossed her arms and chewed on her thumb's fingernail. "Feels like pyro magic to me, it could be a witch who mastered fire to fight against fire!"

Sausage faced their historian, Pix, and gave him a smile before speaking. "Why, we have an old friend right here! Did you slay the dragon?- We should call on a celebration if you did!"

Pix laughed. "Let's not get too hasty here, I didn't kill her! Like Ms. Shubble said, it could've been a crimson witch, or someone else that we know." Within his palms and as most of the other leaders left, he summoned a thick leather-bound book. He flipped through it's pages in quick succession. "Your radiant highness, is there anyone that comes to mind who could slay a dragon?"

Humming, the princess thought ofs and thought ifs, she clicked her tongue everytime she failed to connect dots. After many tries, ger eyes flapped open and filled with joy. "The Damsel of the Stars!"

Shrub's face was filled with disappointment, Pix kept a smile on his face and shook in his boots, and Sausage looked dumbfounded.

"...What?"

"Are you serious?" Shubble threw up her arms. "That fairytale character?"

Gem noble-y whacked the witch with her noble staff. "How disrespectful to your princess!"

"Wait, sorry, I've never heard of this fairytale." Sausage piped up. "Sounds interesting- what's it about?"

Like the true princess of the sun, she beamed. "The Damsel of the Stars, also known as Luminescent, is a warrior who protected the empires and saved people! I've heard she had a male counterpart, but he feels a lot weaker than her. How pitiful! You've never read her beautiful story!"

Luminescent? That sounded awfully familiar and wrong to Sausage.

"But yeah-" Shubble sighed. "She's not real, she couldn't have killed the dragon."

"Correction, it's possible." All eyes turned towards their speaker, Pix. "Not Luminescent, but her inspiration. I've seen from old scripts that there was an empress named similar to 'Luminescent'." In order to confirm, he flipped through his thick book. "They say a warrior's spirit fights on. It says here that the empress was engulfed in the flames of a dragon." Some papers started falling out, so he gathered them and closed the book for good. "It would be poetic if the warrior slain by the dragon got her revenge on it."

"WHA---T?" Gem whined before Sausage could speak. "But- But Luminescent would never take revenge on her foes! She valiantly dealt with them lest they had to be executed!"

"I never liked that story, had weird morals." Shubble's comment got Gem to tackle her.

...

It did slightly feel like a warrior of the stars was around the dimension of the end. A sunflower beside his feet caught sausage's eye. By the looks of it, it seemed to be dying because some of the stamen were white in the shape of a crescent. He picked it up slowly and lightly, it would be a sin to the Sun Princess if he were to kill it.

It was like the flower smiled at him, he'll take care of this big guy.

"Hey, we should get out of here! We have kingdoms to run!" Sausage said in a sing-song tune.

The witch protested, but the sun princess turned deaf to it, throwing her into the portal and following short after.

"Guardian, let's continue to discuss things in my savannah." Pix told him before departing as well.

Sausage nodded, following with the sunflower, his new friend, in his arms.

#empires smp #empires smp s2 #empires sausage #empires pixl #empires shubble #empires gem #empires pearl

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katethewriter · 2 years

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They Dared Me To

A Luthor and a Super Walk Into a Bar (series)

Pairing: Supercorp

Words: 1k~

Summary: Superfriends dare Kara to go get the number of the cute girl across the bar.

A/N: AU w/ no powers.

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Lena Luthor is sitting alone at her usual table in the bar, waiting for her best friend, Jess who is running late. She opens her messages to see how much longer Jess will be when she hears someone nervously clear their throat in front of her. She looks up from her phone to see an obviously uncomfortable blonde swaying anxiously back and forth. The blonde smiles widely, but to the Luthor's surprise doesn't say anything. The brunette arches an eyebrow and playfully asks, "Can I help you?"

The blonde's widen and then she is looking down nervously wringing her hands together. "Oh, yes! Or no... I mean... I'm sorry. I'm really nervous; I don't usually do this... um I'm..." the rambling girl loses her train of thought as the two lock eyes. The blonde forgets how to breathe as she gets lost in green eyes, "...so screwed."

Lena lets out a laugh, and the blue eyes grow wide.

"I mean Kara! I'm Kara," she says before looking down again nervously adjusting her glasses.

Lena smiles, completely entranced by the very flustered woman who is now muttering to herself. The Luthor picks up a bit of Kara's whispering and hears her whisper, "Oh Rao, Kara! Why are you so bad at this? She's just a girl... a really, really pretty girl... who probably thinks you're crazy now." The blonde is obviously trapped in her own thoughts, so Lena decides to take pity on her. She smiles broadly, "It's nice to meet you Kara. I'm Lena and flattered." The brunette watches as Kara's cheeks turn a deep red.

Kara smiles nervously before ducking her head apologetically, "Could you do me a huge favor?" Lena arches an eyebrow, waiting to hear the stranger's request. Kara takes her silent head tilt as a sign to continue. The blonde nervously nods over her shoulder and whispers, "My friends over there dared me to come over and get your number... and I know that sounds really pathetic and embarrassing on my part... but if I didn't come over here, they were going to tell the DJ play What's New Pussycat and dedicate to you from me... and I really hate that song... and I just... felt like this was less embarrassing for you..." Kara pauses her rambling and takes a deep breath when she sees the brunette smiling at her. She smiles shyly pulling a napkin and pen from her pocket and hesitantly placing them on the table. "Can you just write down 7 numbers? Any 7 numbers, I don't even need a name. Then, I'll get out of your hair, and I promise I won't let them bother you again," the blonde nervously pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

Lena looks past Kara to the indicated booth. Watching her are two women and two men who look away and try not to laugh as soon as they are caught. The Luthor can't stop herself from laughing and smiling ear to ear, "Well Kara," she arches a flirty eyebrow, "you need new friends. I'll help you under one condition..." she smiles cheekily. Kara is so entranced that Lena could ask for the moon, and she would find a way to give it to her.

The blonde is lucky and slightly relieved to know the brunette's request is not so large. Lena slides a napkin of her own across the table and offers the pen to Kara, "You write down your real number for me." She winks and watches the blonde gape at her. Kara quickly grabs the pen and scribbles the 7 digits followed by her name. She had only asked for 7 random numbers, but Lena decides to give her one better, more like 3 better.

The brunette writes down her correct number followed by her name. She picks up the napkin, but before she hands it to Kara she brings it to her lips leaving behind the imprint of a kiss in the bright red shade of her lipstick. Kara's cheeks turn an impossibly darker shade of red as she takes the napkin the brunette offers her. Lena winks, "It was nice to meet you Kara." Kara is absolutely beaming, and Lena knows no words that can describe the effect it has on her.

The blonde pulls her bottom lip between her teeth smiling, "Thank you, so much." Lena gives her a quick "Of course" before Kara turns and walks back to her table. The brunette watches and laughs as Kara displays the napkin and everyone at the table cheers.

Lena catches them looking over at her table several times throughout the night. Everytime, Kara smiles and waves apologetically and her friends duck and trying to hide their guilty laughter. During a short moment where they aren't watching her, Lena slips the DJ a $5 and waits patiently.

A few minutes later, the DJ asks if there is a Kara anywhere in the room. The entire bar goes quiet, and he asks again. Of course, everyone at her table immediately gives her up. "Alright, Kara this one is for you," he says before pressing play. All of Kara's friends completely lose it as "What's New Pussycat" fills the bar; the DJ turning the volume up even louder. Lena can't help but laugh as well as she watches everyone except Kara at the table nearly fall out of their seats in laughter. The blonde shrinks in her seat as she tries to disappear; her cheeks reaching an ever deeper red than Lena thought possible. She pulls out her phone and types off a text to the beautiful girl across the bar.

Lena: I'm so sorry, I couldn't resist! I hope you can forgive me; I'd really like to make it up to you. May I buy you dinner tomorrow night? You can pick anywhere you'd like -Lena

She watches as the blonde pulls out her phone to check the message. The blonde's jaw drops as she gapes at the other woman. Lena gives a wink, and Kara is typing immediately.

Kara: ...I hate you...

Kara: Noonan's, 7pm.

Lena smiles ear to ear.

Lena: Sounds perfect :)

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #wlw #supergay #kara and lena #kara x lena #just supercorp things

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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Smile for Me (Part 5) Zhongli x fem!reader

Summary: Zhongli never smiled at you the way that he smiled at his memories of Guizhong. Thinking that the only way Zhongli would ever be happy is for Guizhong to come back again, you secretly set off on a journey to bring her back to life. But it comes with a price: Your life.

Warnings: pining, angst, one-sided (at first), hurt, angst again, drama, some Guizhong x Zhongli, hints of Xiao x reader, MAY NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL LORE, not proofread.

Notes: This took longer than expected too. It’s just that I didn’t want to take too long explaining what happened and everything, I didn’t think that was the main focus, but my OCD self still wanted to include an explanation so...

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 6)

“I told you not to do anything reckless,” was the first thing you heard when you opened your eyes. You hadn’t even processed anything yet. Not where you were. Not who was talking. Not even who you were. It came back to you very slowly as the ceiling started to become clearer. You rolled your head sideways to see Xiao, arms crossed and glaring at you. You blinked. As if missing pieces of your brain slowly coming back and you shot up from the bed, gasping. In alarm, Xiao stands as well and places his hands on your shoulders out of instinct. “What’re you doing?!” he hisses and you only look up at him, horrified. “Rex Lapis found out?” you whispered, eyes not hiding the fact that you were crestfallen.

If you were back, it only meant one thing. Someone took you back and you knew who it was. Xiao’s lips turn into a tight line, but he urges you to lay back down on the bed. Wangshu Inn. You recognize the decorations.

“Rex Lapis found out,” he confirms, but his fists ball up tight. Xiao himself had forgotten about you too, and the guilt he felt at that seemed to have increased his burdens. “...and he was enraged, Y/N, more so than normal,” Xiao explained and your shoulders slump, head down towards the hands on your lap.

“...and so was I... I warned you not to go to Wuwang Hill!” You winced at Xiao’s tone, but he had said nothing after that. You fell into silence as well. The only sound between you two were the birds chirping outside. “...I thought...” before you knew it the droplets were landing on your hands. Xiao stiffened up at the realization you were crying. “I thought it’d be better if she came back and I left,” your voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to take care of him, Xiao. I don’t know how to serve Rex Lapis for him to be at ease, the way he was with Guizhong. I don’t know how to make him smile the way Guizhong makes him smile. I--” and your sobs are soft, because you hold them back, because the last thing you wanted to do was to come back and face Rex Lapis and his questioning gaze.

Xiao suddenly stands. Your eyes dart over to him in question. He’s looking at you with guarded remorse, and yet, his face is stiff. You blink up at him, and watch as he walks backwards off to the side and bows towards the door that you hadn’t noticed had opened.

Your eyes widen, amidst your tears you can see the unmistakable blur of Zhongli standing there. Expression unreadable.

In the next moment, Xiao has left the room.

You cannot process what just happened. He continues to stand there, as if a statue, the only indication that he was living was the soft rise and fall of his chest. A shiver runs down your spine and you wipe the remaining tears you had left, reduced to just sniffling under his gaze.

“You must be wondering what transpired,” Zhongli starts, but doesn’t make a move to come closer. Not really, you think. You didn’t really care about what happened. There was only a deep set embarrassment in your stomach.

“It turned out to be an evil spirit residing in the tree for millennia. Trapping lost souls...Chongyun and Xiao had to help me restrict her.” He seemed to take in a ragged breath. “It’s nothing short of a miracle that we got you safely out of her realm,” here his voice changes. The tone hiding a type of anger that was slowly boiling over, like a volcano about to erupt.

“I could not imagine what would force you to go through such lengths, Y/N,” you could see the bits of lava spurting out now. “and to discover that I was the reason. Xiao is correct. I was enraged in the process,” the volcano was rumbling, and you didn’t know how to escape it’s wrath, you only fiddled with your fingers. As if a child being scolded.

Surprisingly he ended his speech there, and the volcano had simmered down. Rex Lapis was not one to lose his cool, specially after hearing what you said, and finding out the reason for it. You could hear the unmistakable sound of his shoes walking over, but you refused to look his way and look him in the eye. You didn’t have to though, because his fingers touch your chin and gently moves it towards him.

“...But I was more unsettled because of my own shortcomings. My lack of ability to see through you and stop you,” he drops his hand when he was sure you were going to hold his gaze. “You have misunderstood, Y/N. Guizhong is a past memory, I’ve long since accepted it. But of course, no matter how much time has passed, I still cherish those memories,” He takes the chair that Xiao was previously on and even sitting, he’s still a tad taller than you who is on the bed. “And so how do you imagine I felt when I discovered you’d chosen to erase all memories of you? Those memories that I cherish?”

Your head moves to try and look away from him but he catches it yet again with his hand and levels a gaze on you. He doesn’t want you to look away. “There was nothing to grasp at,” he starts and you notice his voice descends into a whisper. “Nothing to remember you by, it was by sheer luck that I found out,” you see that something shifts in his gaze, an emotion you’ve never seen in his eyes before. “Despite remembering your face I could not recall your name.” He doesn’t say it but you can see the frustration in his golden orbs and your lips part in wonder. “I had only realized it then but forgetting you completely is...” he pauses, searching for the right words to say. “...is like losing myself,”

He takes his hand away from your face and fresh tears start to pool around your eyes. “...I’m sorry,” you croak out but he shakes his head. “The apologies...should be coming from me,” his hand then slips into a back pocket, and retrieves a small rectangular box. A golden one, something that you seemed to recognize but not completely.

“I had one made for you,” and hands it over. Your hands grasp around it delicately, and the front flap opens up to reveal a fa-zan hairpin, the crystal design at the end of it were...blue Forget-Me-Nots. The type of blue that usually matched your qipao. Your eyes widen a fraction, and your lips upturn at the irony and thoughtfulness of it all the same. At the corner of your eye he seemed to relax at the expression on your face, but he covers one of your hands with his and you look at him curiously.

“Please do not think that I have done this out of pity,” Zhongli, in some ways, knew you quite well. “It’s something...that I should have done a while ago, but my own inadequacies and hesitance had prevented me,” he takes your hand, and as his eyes close, his lips presses on your knuckles briefly.

“But there is no rush, Y/N, I will gain your trust back, as it deserves to be gained,”

His lips part from your hand, and his eyes gaze upon yours.

“I will protect you, as you deserve to be protected,”

and then there’s an unmistakable fire of determination in his eyes.

“and if you allow it... I will court you as you deserve to be courted.”

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Hey there! Please can I request a Percy x reader where before Percy meets VM and he's building his gun he meets a psychic who tells him he's going to meet the love of his life and he's like "no" but then he meets the reader (who's with VM) and he's sees the reader and internally he's just like "fuuuuuuccckkk". Thank you 😊

a/n: definitely pulled out origins for this req. i hope you dont mind.

i thought this one was actually kind of cute, and ofc, reader has to make the most dramatic entrance, bc im a fucking loser.

Percival spoke, slight humor lacing his voice at his own inside joke, “Time for a little revenge,” snapping his Pepper-box into proper alignment. “And your noble quest, of course.“

Sounds of muffled scuffling and grunting echoed down the stone corridor, and a flash of bright light under the wooden door that suddenly swung open, followed by a body flying through. The group watched as you slid painfully across the floor, coming to a stop right between long legs. “O-ohhh,“ came the pitiful moan from your lips.

A disgruntled noise came from the fancier clothed gnome, arms gesturing vaguely around him. “Are you trying to wake up the entire village?”

One hand raised from the cold floor, simply throwing up a sparking middle-finger in his direction. “It’s not my fault if a spell backfires on me!” came a weak defense, all three members who knew you simultaneously quirked their brow. Silence fell over the group and your nose suddenly scrunched up. “Okay, but it’s still beside the point.”

Scanlan looked at you incredulously. “That’s entirely – “

The other gnome cut in, smiling tenderly down at you, but keeping her hands to herself as your body still showed signs of being conductive. “We just hope you’re okay,” obviously trying to diffuse the tension before an argument starts, again. “I know you didn’t mean to be so loud, but let’s all just try to be careful, okay?”

Throwing a side glance at Scanlan, who your next comment was totally not directed at, because you just weren’t that petty, you huffed, “At least someone cares.”

The druid looked dejected at your words, meekly raising one of her hands up. “I care.”

“I know, Keyleth,” you gave her a small smile, now beginning to sit yourself up, the pain beginning to dull.

She said spoke again, a still disheartened, "I care a lot."

During this endearing display of friendship, ever since he got a good look at your face between his legs, Percival was trying to decipher why you felt so familiar to him. Lately, that never seemed like a good occurrence, and he couldn’t help but watch every movement like a hawk. It wasn’t until you were sitting up, casting a glance over your shoulder in his direction, did realization finally hit him.

This exact moment tasted like déjà vu, and it was right on the tip of his tongue.

A couple of years ago, during the more unsavory times of his life – as if being labeled an occultist leader by the actual guilty party and thrown back into a cell wasn’t in that category – he had come across a strange woman who had spun the tale of him amounting to wonderful, glorious things beyond the mist of darkness that would consume his heart. For a moment, he had considered the possibility of her being accurate like a child’s dream in hoping for a better life beyond the revenge that fueled him, but then came the audacity that somewhere along the way he would find true love. That he had laughed at. Luckily, the gunslinger had owed her nothing as the delirious woman had come at him on her own accord.

Watching you now, however, as you stood up to face him, dusting off your clothes that looked in no better shape than his own, a hazy image of what the fortune teller showed him fell into step with yours, he couldn’t help but think: well, fuck …

Hands relaxing on your hips, you spoke teasingly, doing a quick once-over on him, “You must be the absolutely terrifyingly dangerous occult member that I have heard so much about.”

“Occultist leader.” Percival corrected you, a playful tilt to his lips, mirroring your stance. “Can’t have anyone spreading any false information now, can we?”

Of course, you knew it wasn’t true with what you had been told, that being the little bit of information that your friends had obtained from him this morning. So, naturally, you couldn’t help but indulge in his attempt at humor, a hand over your mouth as you let out what was almost a giggle.

Before you could come back with some quick quip, your wrist was being gripped by a pathetically groaning gnome, trying to tug you in the direction away from the gunslinger. “Let’s not forget the creepy flaming fucking horse ritual that we're actually here for, yeah?” you were reminded by Scanlan who had a reprimanding tone. “You can finish whatever the hell this is later.” letting him lead you away, you didn’t hesitate to throw a little smirk over your shoulder at the new member who was working on his boots, but that didn’t mean he missed it.

Watching you disappear around the corner, whining to the bard, Percival let himself chuckle.

… or, in remembrance of the more eloquently put phrase that he spoke earlier today; he is definitely in far more trouble than he thought.

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 3 years

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Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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unwanted feelings

james potter x reader

description - You'd had a crush on James Potter for years and when he kisses Lily Evans in front of you, you are heart broken. Later you find that he didn't actually feel as you expected and he explains himself.

warnings - some angst, unsure reader, fem pronouns, self doubt, negative self talk, not eating for a day cause reader is avoiding someone

word count - 2800

A/N - so this one isn't my best work by far but i wrote it so looks like its getting posted. i don't know why all of my reader inserts lately are so fem and sort of bubbly, i guess it's sort of what i'm aiming for for myself right now but i'm sorry if it maybe isn't coming off as relatable.

MASTERLIST

Your throat tightened in anxiety as you watched James zoom around the pitch. He was reckless when he was playing quidditch and it was one of the things that made him great at the game and an excellent captain. It was also the thing that nearly gave you a heart attack every time you watched him play. You went to every one of his games and you always wore something of his with his colors when you were in the stands. You were stood up on your seat and a slightly bored looking Remus sat to your right, reading from a book you didn't recognize. You'd thought that Sirius playing would be enough to keep him interested but sports was just not something he enjoyed watching. You were usually that way as well but whenever James was playing, suddenly you were the most intent spectator in the stands.

You were more worried than you should have been. More worried than what was appropriate for a friend to be. That's what you were, friends. That had been reinforced many times by the shaggy haired boy and you tried desperately to get it through your head before you embarrassed yourself one of these days. Sometimes though, you just couldn't help it.

Really you might have thought he reciprocated if you didn't know any better. You often got comments on what an attractive couple you guys were but each time it was quickly corrected by James. Normally along the lines of 'Oh god no, we are just friends. Purely platonic' , sometimes followed by a shudder or a gag even. It upset you every time to no end but you played along. You rarely, if ever, contributed to the shooting down of any feelings but that was never noticed by the man you had feelings for.

You'd had a crush on him since you were probably in your second year and now you were coming to the middle of your seventh. There were a million times that you almost said something but every time there was a reminder that you were not the one he had eyes for. It usually took the shape of disgust at the thought of dating you or commentary as he pined over the Evans girl who you felt you could never compete with. How could you when she was just perfect. You saw her to the left of you as she stood in the stands as well and your hands shook with insecurity before looking back toward the game. Your heart raced nearly as quickly as James did around the pitch and you prayed that the snitch would be caught soon so that you could get rid of the stress surrounding you. You felt a hand on your right shoulder and you looked over to find Remus had stood and was looking at you caringly.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked softly and you tried your very best to soften your gaze and calm your stance so you appeared less concerned with someone that you shouldn't have that much interest in in the first place.

"Of course I am. When am I not?" You smiled before looking out at the pitch.

"When youre watching the guy you're in love with play a dangerous game that you don't like." He stated simply in response to the question you meant to be rhetorical and your eyes widened.

"I don't know what youre talking about." You nearly whispered and Remus smiled.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone Y/N but its not exactly subtle. It probably doesn't help that I know the look on your face because it's how I feel too watching Sirius play." He was still smirking but your anxiety was far from eased.

"Oh god, does he know?" You asked scaredly, terrified that the answer would be yes and you would have to stop spending time with him.

"Shockingly, no." You sighed out in relief but Remus continued. "You should tell him though or else he might end up moving on."

"What do you mean? There's nothing for him to move on from. Everyone knows he's in love with Evans and he has made it pretty clear that he is opposed to being anything more than a friendly relationship with me." You choked out, struggling with the words leaving your lips but knowing them to be true.

"I mean he has a minor crush on Evans but it's nothing compared to the annoyingly huge crush he has on you. He's probably just overcompensating for the fact that he's insecure and doesn't want you to reject him."

"Why are you telling me this?" You asked sincerely. You were friends with Remus as you were with the rest of the marauders but it was nothing compared to the friendship they held within their group. You knew Remus was more loyal to James than to you so you couldn't understand why, if it was true, Remus would be telling you at all.

"Because he is trying desperately to move on seeing as he is under the impression that you aren't into him and I'd hate to see him throw something away that could be really good for him." Remus smiled gently and you looked at him gratefully.

"I really appreciate you telling me and all but I just don't think I can believe you. I can't even count how many times he has made a big show of not liking me. I love him too much to ruin what we have and I know that if I confessed and it went bad that I would lose him all together. I would rather have him in my life in a way that hurts than not have him in it at all." You stated sadly and Remus sighed but nodded in understanding.

"I get it but just know that I'm being honest and pretty soon he is going to give up on it. I just want to see you both happy but if its too big of a leap, I understand. That's exactly the excuse he tells the rest of us too."

Suddenly cheers erupted from the stands, cutting your conversation with Remus off as everyone ran to rush the pitch. The snitch had been caught and gryffindor won. You were excited for James but you were also a little terrified to walk onto the pitch to see him with the now conflicted thoughts running through your head. Your thoughts were stopped by the image in front of you which was causing the whole crowd to cheer. James had pulled Lily Evans into a kiss in his excitement and your heart stopped. You felt nausea rise in your throat and Remus caught your eye with a sympathetic look. You didn't look at him for longer than a second and you ran off the pitch with tears streaming down your face. You found your way up to your dorm, pushing yourself to get there quickly before the common room filled with students celebrating their victory. James was always one to love attention so he would be getting crazy after the game which he did just about every time they won.

When you made it to your bed, you hurried under the covers, throwing the shirt you were wearing which belonged to James onto the floor. You felt your heart clench at the despair you felt. You wanted to be upset at Remus for getting your hopes up but you knew he was sincere in his want to help. Still you felt that you would probably not be able to face James in the weeks to come. Maybe, given a little time, you could be around him and not be upset at the world for taking away your chance with him. As you laid in your bed, you stared at the ceiling. You felt tears streaming down your face and you grew angry at yourself. He didn't owe you anything, he wasn't into you. That wasn't his fault and it was so unfair of you to expect anything more from him when your feelings were not his responsibility.

You weren't sure how long you laid there but you could hear the party start and end in the common room. It must have been late. Sleep wouldnt come though, you could just feel your heart continue to break and you were stuck in a loop of self pity. You made the decision that the following days would be spent away from James if you could at all help it. That was probably what he wanted anyway and it was the only way that you would get over the pain you were feeling. At some point your roomates entered your dorm and sleep overtook you for a few restless hours.

When you woke up, the sun was barely on the rise. You hurried up and got dressed and ready. You were planning on getting to breakfast early to avoid running into any of the marauders. You found your plans were not going how you wanted when you entered the great hall to find a head of red hair next to a mop of black. Your throat tightened and you quickly moved to turn and head out of the great hall. You heard a familiar voice call your name but you rushed out before you could give it too much thought. You knew that if you let him try to convince you, you would end up having a very upsetting breakfast with your best friend and his new lover. You would rather avoid breakfast.

Throughout the day, avoiding James was proving to be harder than you had thought it would be. You had many of your classes with him and you even sat next to him in a few. He was insistently trying to get you to open up about why you were suddenly so closed off to him but you remained shut off, reassuring him that nothing was wrong and you were just a little tired from the game the day before. You avoided lunch for the same reason as you had avoided breakfast and you felt yourself starting to get a bit lightheaded. Your afternoon was spent avoiding James but soon he was preoccupied with Lily anyway.

You were hid in a corner of the library when a cough alerted you of someone's presence. You looked up to find the very eyes you hadn't wanted to see.

You pushed it down with a gulp and smiled a bit at him, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay but they were growing harder to hold back after keeping everything pent up all day. It probably didn't help that you were hungry and therefor a bit more emotional. You could feel the tears sitting in your eyes, waiting for something to go wrong so they had an excuse to escape you.

"I don't know what I did wrong." He mumbled while looking at the floor in front of you and you took a deep breath.

"There's nothing wrong James, I promise. It's just been a long day." You smiled and your heart picked up speed.

"Since when did we lie to each other?" He questioned and your heart stopped. You were left unsure how to respond.

"Since the truth would cause more damage than good." You spoke honestly. At this he looked up at you and your eyes met. A tear left you and James immediately moved to comfort you but you tried to move away, standing quickly to evade him. You regretted it as spots filled your vision, the lack of food catching up to you. You know that you turned a bit green for a moment because James looked slightly scared.

"Y/N I dont know whats wrong but you look like you should be getting to the hospital wing. You don't look well."

Before you could answer you felt your vision blacken and your legs give out before your consciousness left you completely.

When you woke up, you knew you were in the hospital wing. It smelled sterile and the bed was stiff underneath you. When you started to wake madam pomfrey came to check on you.

"You can't go around with an empty stomach like that again, do you hear me?" She scolded, though her eyes were soft. You nodded solemnly. "I was alerted that you hadn't been to the great hall to eat all day, you have to know that isn't good for you. I'm gonna have a prefect watch out for you the next couple days to make sure you're eating at meal times. Understood?" She asked again and once more you nodded before leaning back and sighing. You looked at your surroundings and were surprised to see the black haired boy next to your bed fast asleep. Your heart took off again and you felt trapped by your environment. As anxiety swirled around in your chest, James had woken up a bit.

"You're awake." James sighed, laced with relief. You still wouldn't make eye contact with him. You felt the bed dip as he sat on it and you looked up to watch him put his head in his hands as he leaned over. You felt guilt fill your chest more than it already had from hating that you felt any claim over the man in front of you. You knew you were in the wrong and the last thing you wanted was to cause him any pain. "Remus talked to me." He almost whispered.

At that moment, you wished you could have apparated to anywhere else in the world. You looked back down at your lap and tears were once again brought to your eyes. You felt betrayal that Remus would reveal your feelings to James.

"I'm sorry." You apologized and you fiddled with your fingers.

"Why are you the one apologizing, I'm the one whos behaved poorly." He assures and you shake your head.

"That's not fair to yourself. You're allowed to want to be with whomever you want and my feelings should have no effect on that. You've made it clear for years that you weren't interested in me and it is my fault that I couldn't take a hint. I'm so sorry." You gushed out and tears started to fall from your eyes. You felt James get up from your bed and you prepared him to leave but instead you felt arms wrap around you and a kiss came to your head.

"Y/N I have had feelings for you for years. I was just always too scared for myself to even consider that you might feel the same." He whispered out but you felt only a different kind of pain. Even though he had now admitted his feelings, he was still dating Lily. Not you. Almost as if he could hear your thoughts he spoke quietly. "I broke it off with Evans." You pulled away immediately.

"What? Why would you do that?" You asked quickly and before he had a chance to answer you feared the worst. "Oh god is it because of me? James please dont let my feelings have any bearing on who you want to date, I can't stand the thought of being the reason you broke up. Even if we do have feelings for each other, you deserve a chance with Lily if that's what you want."

"It was mutual, actually. She understood that I had feelings for you and she said she had a crush on someone else. It just seemed like I had kissed her a bit rashly on the quidditch pitch and we agreed that we shouldn't have gotten together in the first place. It was only a day anyway." He reassured as he explained himself and you calmed a bit.

"So what does this mean." You got out, almost inaudibly.

"It means that, if you'll have me, I'd like to take you out on a date." He stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world and you almost couldn't believe your ears. Before you were even thinking you were nodding quickly, causing spots to once again fill your vision and James grabbed your shoulders to stabilize you before you both laughed. He pulled you by your shoulders toward him and he caught your lips in a kiss that somehow expressed all of the years of repressed feelings. When he pulled away he smiled at you and sat back on your bed. He spent the rest of the day with you in the hospital wing talking about all of the places he was going to take you in the coming weeks.

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