#the dreamiest of smiles if you will that's when you know it's a dream smile yknow

[sheepwasfound]

and the dream smile™ of the stream goes to

#couldn't find this one clipped and i really liked it... it's such a dream smile #the dreamiest of smiles if you will that's when you know it's a dream smile yknow #when the eyes get soft instead of bright like they would with a regular smile they get soft and happy and just a tiny bit secretive #dreamnotfound #dnf #sheepy #happy #flustered #mcc #gogy twc #sweet #dream smile #sheepy clip

[scarletttries]

Love Language (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x Reader

Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns throughout, but AFAB reader for smut purposes. As per this request the reader touches themselves in bed while Steven is asleep, so reader discretion advised on that topic)

Word Count: 3.4k

Request: "Huge fan of SG Wet Dreams but I also bring you: Steven being nervous about physicality and reader not wanting to push him but it's just a bit much laying next to him at night horny and how would he handle waking up to a reader pleasuring themselves 😶"

Author's Note: Bringing back my sweet boy Steven Grant for this exceptional request :) Thank you to everyone sending me these headcanons, I hope the months I take to reply are worth it 😄💞

Love Language (Steven Grant)

"It's only been a month, give him all the time he needs and he'll make a move eventually. I mean look at you, of course he will! But when he's ready and not before" You spoke firmly to your dressed up reflection in the mirrored wall, as the lift climbed to Steven's floor. Dating the gift shop employee had been the dreamiest month you could have imagined, his undivided attention and warmth filling your heart every time his eyes met yours. You could tell how much effort it had taken him just to ask you out in the first place, nervously wringing his hands as he stumbled his way through directions to a cafe he liked nearby, so the last thing you wanted to do was pressure the seemingly inexperienced sweetheart. After four dates, and a painfully slow walk back to your place, you had finally stared at his lips so unavoidably that he'd worked up the nerve to kiss you goodnight, giggling enthusiastically with every kiss you shared since. You were content to take things slow with Steven, respecting his boundaries and confident you were both in this for the long haul. However it's safe to say that while your brain had accepted that, your body didn't seem to get the message. With every sweet word, every gentle brush of his trembling fingers over your skin, every nuzzle of his nose against yours as he beamed after each kiss, you ached for him more and more. And the thought of spending the whole evening with your thighs pressed against each other on his little sofa sent electricity through your veins that was hard to ignore.

You took a deep breath before you knocked for his flat, reminding yourself again to let Steven set the pace, his comfort far more important than your stirring desires. The door sprung open the second your knuckles made contact with the wood, your sweet date hovering by the door from the moment you'd let him know you were leaving work.

"(Y/n)!" He cried excitedly, like he did every time he saw you, no matter how dates you'd been on together. His warm gaze fixed on your face, trying to notice every detail of it, even more entranced by your beauty that he'd been the first time he saw you across the museum. He stilled in the doorway, letting the butterflies inside him soar, already day-dreaming of a future where he was the man you came home to day after day.

"Hi Steven." You greeted gently, shuffling the bags in your arms a bit to snap him out of his trance.

"God sorry, I'm blocking the doorway like a numpty while you've got all those bags. Come in, let me take one of those." He scrambled out the way, shaking his head, and helping you set down the bags in your arms.

"Thank Steven, as much as I love taking the time to stare at you, they were a bit heavy." You joked, earning a almost manic laugh from him as he shook his head again, blood flushing his cheeks with colour,

"YOU staring at ME, yeah right, good one." He peered into the canvas bag as he settled it onto his kitchen counter, "What is all this love?"

"Well it's miserable outside, so I thought rather than go out I would cook for us?" You watched a sweet smile spread across Steven's face at your thoughtfulness, genuinely surprised by the seemingly endless kindness you held for him. As he watched you pull out ingredients and navigate his little kitchen his face faltered for a second,

"Oh god, i'm so sorry love, I don't know if I've told you but I'm vegan..." You laughed at his panicked expression, like he hadn't mentioned it at every dinner date for the last month, before smiling reassuringly,

"So is my ramen." Adding with a wink, "Maybe I should introduce the two of you." At that he let out another loud laugh, moving around the counter to situate himself right in front of you, timidly wrapping his arms around your neck, the soft wool of his jumper enveloping your shoulders as his lips found yours. His kiss landed softly, full of warmth, a smile fighting against his cheeks as you leant forward to let your chest settle against his.

"You really are perfect." He breathed-out absent-mindedly, more thinking aloud in the warming glow of your embrace than actively seeking to compliment you.

"I' don't know about perfect, but i'd settle for perfect for you." You replied sweetly, drinking in the loving light in Steven's eyes as he happily nodded at your comment, trying not to think about the warmth building in your lower belly as he hugged you closer. Steven stood in silence for a beat, just letting himself enjoy this moment, the kind of easy Friday night he had longed for his whole life now a regular fixture in his present and future. That seemed to trigger a follow-up thought for him because he jumped away from your touch, suddenly dashing around his flat like a man possessed.

"Are you okay, love?" You offered softly, less than concerned as you caught the beaming smile on his face as he rummaged through a satchel before turning around proudly thrusting his offering towards you.

"Yeah, sorry, I wanted to give you this before I forgot! You said you had a whiteboard at work you could decorate now, so I wanted to give you something from me to put on it! If you want to, obviously you don't have to, but I just thought..." He continued his nervous ramblings as you looked over his gift: a postcard from the museum with a collage of pictures from the ancient Egypt exhibit across the front. Turning it over delicately, already treasuring the simple gift, you could see Steven had carefully hand-written a note for you, in hieroglyphs.

"I love it Steven, of course I want to put it up. What does it say?" You beamed, watching his stare fall to his feet, hands wringing nervously like they had the first day you met.

"Well, uh, that's a secret love. One day I'll lend you my dictionary and you can find out. But I promise it's nice." He looked up proudly at the final word, a devotion in his transfixed gaze that made your heart flutter and thighs clench.

***

3:07. The glaring red light of the clock seemed to stare back at you as you struggled to return to the realm of sleep. It had been another perfect evening of respectful romance between you and Steven, ending in him spooning you in bed as you both settled into a cosy rest. But it seemed like today your body wanted more than you were willing to ask for of Steven, waking you with an almost uncomfortably warm feeling in your lower stomach. You stared at the ceiling, not daring to look at the man peacefully resting beside you, his arm still draped over your bare stomach, only adding to your sensitivity. Carefully sliding out from his grasp, you stepped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen hoping a little space would calm your pounding heart.

It was there you saw the postcard, and decided on something you knew would calm you down: there was nothing less sexy than homework, right? Creeping across the wooden floors, you scanned each book with the torch on your phone until you found the dictionary you were looking for: hieroglyphs. Settling onto the floor you began flicking through, isolating symbols and making a note of each one you translated in your phone. You could feel your eyelids get heavier as you worked, relieved that this intense concentration seemed to be keeping your mind from wandering back to the warm, muscular figure asleep a few feet away. Between the dictionary and trawling through some online forums you could bet Steven was a moderator on, it didn't take you long to find the same string of symbols on a blog covering famous Egyptian love stories from centuries past. There you found the story of a poor egyptian peasant who won the love of a pharaoh's daughter and inscribed in stone for all eternity: "My heart belongs to you, I simply borrow every beat."

If you hadn't already been sat on the floor, you might have genuinely swooned. You allowed yourself a glance at Steven's peaceful form, moved by the way he saw himself next to you, his choice of story just as telling as the sweet words he wanted you to see from him day after day whenever you were apart. You moved as quietly as you could as you set the dictionary back in its place, smiling at the thought of Steven carefully writing this note with no translation, trying to keep the depths of his feelings hidden a little longer. With everything reset you eased yourself back into your place in bed, Steven's broad hand instinctively stretching across your stomach again.

It wasn't until your skin burned under his touch that you realised your little translation exercise had only deepened your aching need for him, his romantic gift making him somehow even more desirable. As you watched him breathe softly in his sleep, full lips slightly parted you couldn't help but picture how beautiful he'd look underneath as you rode him, his lips spilling moans instead of calm breaths. Your thighs rubbed together involuntarily as you stared at him, sighing in relief at the slight friction on your warming core. You knew at this point there was no way you were going to be able to sleep without calming yourself down, your heartbeat pulsing between your legs as your gaze drifted down his bare chest, picturing his awestruck face as you left a trail of kisses down it, teasing him before taking him deep in your throat. Your hand slipped into your shorts before you realised what you were doing, a jolt running up your spine the second it made contact with your throbbing clit. You had to fight not to jump at the contact, already so aroused as you dipped your middle finger slowly into your wet folds. You held your lower lip softly between your teeth as you moved, desperate not to make enough noise to wake Steven, pushing the shame out of your mind as you brought your now slick fingers to circle your clit delicately. Gaze fixed to Steven's stout fingers resting across your bare skin, just inches from where you really them, you thought about how good they'd feel pressing into you, stretching you out and getting you wet before he brought his hard manhood to slide into your centre. As your fingers brushed your sensitive bud in quick circles, you fantasised about the view of Steven on top of you, running his length teasingly between your aching folds, smiling gleefully as you told how much needed his cock, his mouth, his fingers, any of him, begging him to fill you up.

As your eyelids fluttered shut, imagination full of the handsome man beside you, you missed his eyes cracking open slightly, before shooting wide as he watched you.

Steven could feel the slight tremble of your thighs against the bed, initially worried you were having a nightmare, but now wondering if he was in a dream of his own. He held his breath as he watched your fingers work, not wanting to disrupt, his angle letting him see down your shorts to the glistening mess you had worked yourself up into. He thought about shutting his eyes again, feeling like a pervert for wanting nothing more than to let his hand join yours, giving you what he hoped would be a very pleasant surprise. Steven had found himself in a similar position at the end of a lot of your dates, failing to take your physical relationship a step further despite building himself up to it night after night. So usually it was him laying in this bed, fisting himself to the thought of what could have happened if he had just been able to touch you.

"Steven." You moaned absent-mindedly, your mind so clouded by thoughts of him you hadn't noticed your mouth fall open. But Steven had, the noise snapping him back into the moment as he watched your tongue trace across your slightly bitten lip, your chest rising and falling as your pace quickened. He thought about all the moments and opportunities he'd missed to give you bring you to this point of ecstasy himself, and took a deep breath, deciding if he couldn't say something now, the moment might never come.

"Do you want some help with that love?" His voice cut through the quiet dark of the room, and you snapped your eyes open, quickly withdrawing your hand, cursing the involuntary whimper you let out as the loss of contact as you spoke,

"Steven, I'm so sorry! I just couldn't sleep, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. Oh god that probably makes it worse!" The words came out with a tremble as you clasped your hands over your eyes, too mortified to meet his good-natured gaze. You only gave yourself permission to look again when you felt his hand snaking up your inner thigh, tracing small circles into the soft flesh.

"You don't have to be sorry sweetheart, I'm bloody flattered actually! And, I've done the same thing after you've left before, I guess I just didn't think someone as stunning as you would really feel that way about silly old me." Your breath seemed stuck in your chest as you stared deeply into his excited gaze, feeling your legs twitch as his fingers crept higher and higher. You could see him gulp as he reached the edge of your underwear, steadying himself before he spoke,

"I could help if you want, give you a hand...so to speak." His brow furrowed as if unsatisfied with his unpracticed attempts at flirting, "I'd like to touch you, if that's something you want, otherwise I can.."

"I want you to touch me Steven." You breathed out before he could pull his hand away, eyes wide and tone pleading, in a moment that felt like heaven on earth to your excited boyfriend. He grinned and nodded as he slipped his hand into your underwear, moving painfully slowly as if you might change your mind at any second. As his thumb brushed over your wet folds a high pitched sigh left your lips, relief at being touched against coursing through your veins. Steven could feel your stomach tense at his touch, your hips bucking slightly against his hand as he found your clit, brushing over it in soft strokes as his confidence grew. Resting his thumb over your pulsing bud, he slowly slipped one finger inside you, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could watch your wanting reaction as he fought back his own growing excitement, having dreamt of this moment since the first time you'd spent the night. He gave you a few leisurely thrusts and withdraws of his finger, before adding a second one, the feeling of fullness tightening the pressure that had been building inside you all night. His hand worked your entrance as he watched your every reaction to his movements, the combination of his steady rhythm and your growing wetness making every touch feel like silky perfection. Your chest rose and fell at his whim, your nipples hard through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, calling to Steven as he could feel his own hips bucking against your trembling thighs, which occasionally clenched around his hand as your excitement built. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his pyjamas, his aching, hard, length starting to leak his own excitement as it searched for contact.

As your climax drew closer your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling his lips to yours, barely stifling the latest moan his smooth touch drew from your lips. Eager to feel more of your body, Steven swung his leg over you, moving on top and groaning in your mouth as he felt his throbbing erection rub between your thighs. His fingers kept their steady pace, curling inside you and rubbing your almost overstimulated button, as his tongue hungrily explored your mouth. As you felt the pressure of his dick grinding just below his hand you cried out his name, arching your back to meet him as you felt yourself start to come undone,

"Steven! Fuck, you feel so good." You could feel him moan against your neck as his lips descended lower, his hips trembling at the almost sinful way you cried his name.

"I love the way you say my name love, you sound so good like this."

"You're so good Steven, so gorgeous, so good to me" You continued to praise as his face found your chest, nudging your t-shirt higher with his nose until more of you was exposed for him. He kissed sloppily over your chest, nipping and sucking at the soft skin before letting his tongue trace over your nipple, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, the volume of your praising words climbing and climbing until they erupted into a single call of his name. You could feel yourself gush around his fingers as your thighs twitched, the teasing lick of his tongue sending you over your long anticipated edge, your whole body writhing under his as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your head fell back as the pressure inside you finally started to dissipate, overwhelmed by the satisfied feeling of finally having had the man you love pleasure you, and how hard you came at his touch. In the haze of your bliss you could feel his fingers still working you through your orgasm until, with a harsh thrust of his hips and deep groan against your chest, he finally stilled between your legs.

With a soft grip of his hair you brought his lips back to yours for an eager kiss, before sighing out contently, "That was amazing Steven, thank you." He beamed with pride at your words, hoping that meant you'd call on his services again soon, knowing he'd be confident enough to touch any way he wanted on your next date. Planting another soft kiss on his face, you played gently with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave your hips a soft circle against his,

"If you want I could, return the favour." You spoke softly, taking his bottom lips gently between your teeth only to be met with a laugh that burst through his lips on its own,

"Sorry (Y/n), It's just, uh, a bit too late for that." Your brow furrowed until you realised the slick spread across your shorts wasn't only your own. Even in the darkness Steven's face glowed red at his excitable reaction, watching the dawning realisation spread across face in a slight smile,

"Next time then. Whenever we next wake up." You replied with a quick peck, guiding Steven to lie next to you so you could curl up on his chest, relieved to be less conscious of touching him, and stifling a laugh at the way he nodded happily and glanced back the the red glow of the clock, willing morning to come sooner.

#one shot #writing #fanfiction #requests #steven grant smut #steven grant headcanons #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagines #moon knight imagines #moon knight smut #moon knight #moon knight headcanon #moon knight x reader

[yanderecrazysie]

Watchful (Yandere Goshiki)

A request on my Wattpad

Title: Watchful

Pairings: Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes,

Summary: Goshiki can’t approach you, so he opts to watch you instead.

watchful

/adjective/

watching or observing someone or something closely; alert and vigilant:

“Hi (Y/n)! How was your day?” That’s all Goshiki wants to say to you.

But he can’t.

His throat dries up whenever you come into his vicinity, his body seizes up, and his face turns tomato red. He can’t help it, not when you’re as amazing as you are. To him, you’re a goddess that he desperately wants to worship.

Everything about you is precious, from your shining locks of hair to the shoes you choose to wear each day. And he’d do anything to get a hold of either.

But taking souvenirs has never been his thing. For him, watching you at all hours is the best pastime he could ever ask for.

He didn’t understand why you wouldn’t notice him, after all, he’s the ace of one of the top volleyball teams. But no matter, he would notice you twice as hard!

When you’re in class together, he makes sure to sit behind you. As long as there’s not a test, he’s spacing out and watching the back of your beautiful head. He loves the way your eyelashes flutter when you blink, the way your mouth pushes into a pout when you’re thinking hard, and the way your hand shoots into the air when you know the answer.

He’s done badly on his classwork for years, and that’s all because of you.

When he gets out of volleyball practice, he’s itching to see you. You don’t have a club, so you always go straight home. It’s the only time he’s awake and he’s not watching you.

He knows the way to your house better than he knows the way to his own. He always trots down the path with a skip in his step, smiling to himself because he’ll get to see you soon, in your own natural habitat. 

He wonders, if he took you away from the outside world, would you prefer your dream bedroom or the same one you have now? You seem to enjoy your room enough, and he was sure it’d be nostalgic for the both of you.

For now, he couldn’t work up the nerve to even wave at you first. He needed a plan before pulling a miracle like that off.

He shakes his head, banishing those thoughts for now. He didn’t need daydreams like that when he was heading for the dreamiest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on.

He settles himself in the bush outside your room soon enough, lighting up like a Christmas tree when he spots you at your desk. The smile on his face is so goofy that he’s glad you can’t see it. You’d think he was childish, wouldn’t you? 

It doesn’t matter. Not when you busy yourself with your laptop. His eyes light up- you’ve started watching a new YouTuber. Were they recommended to you, perhaps?

You just have it going in the background, but he can see the half-smile that curls across your lips as you listen to the video. Goshiki squints and tries to make out the channel name, but before he knows it, you’re climbing into bed and turning on the TV.

The anime you watch is a rerun, one of your favorites. He’s glad you’re enjoying yourself tonight. You shouldn’t be subjected to school work and drama and such. You were much too perfect for that.

And if you just gave him a chance, he’d take you away from all of it.

#yandere #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!! #one shot #yandere goshiki #goshiki tsutomu

[reallyromealone]

Hey! I have a request! A little bit suggestive but nothing explicit.

Ran who still hasn't fully rid of his hangover was describing how pretty the guy he took home the other night to his fellow executives, but as the conversation went on, the people inside the room including Ran himself is slowly turning their heads to Sanzu, mostly with a surprised and teasing expression.

Because the description of this guy matches his way too much.

But turns out, Sanzu had twin (extremely flirty may I add) who just went back to Japan, he just doesn't know yet.

Ohoooo

Love it love it

Ran woke up and felt like a train hit him as he got ready for the day, unable to get the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

He was everything and more..

He was in a daze as he walked into the office, his brother snapping his fingers as the men sat around, nothing to do quite yet "whats up with you?" Rindō asked with a raised eyebrow and Ran sighed dreamily as he began describing the man he saw the night before, with each discription the men slowly realized....he sounded familiar as they looked towards a smug Sanzu and a cackling Takeomi.

"So you think I'm got eh?"

"Fuck no"

"Did he have (hairstyle)?"

"Uh yeah..?"

"(Name) came back early... Oh he's gonna get an earful!" Sanzu grumbled as the rest of Bonten looked confused "wanna elaborate?" Koko asked confused as hell "you met Sanzus twin brother (name)" Takeomi explained as Sanzu pulled out a picture on his phone of him and (name) last summer.

The room went quiet as Ran processed this information.

That was him.

The man of his dreams.

Whose related to this shit head.

Fuck.

"Tell me everything about him"

(Name) was confused when his twin called him giggling like an idiot and sending him an address, the promise of food and something wonderful left him curious and concerned.

(Name) had left Japan for school was now an accoplished (job title) and was finally back home.

It was barely a week before he went to a party and got shit faced, meeting the dreamiest man ever.

(Name) would be a dirty liar if he said it wasn't the best fuck he's had in a very long time.

Sadly he had to leave the penthouse before the other awoke, having a meeting in the early morning.

Walking into the bonten building his brother collected him in the lobby, practically dragging him up and chewing him out for not telling him he was back before the two laughed and giggled like they always did together.

No matter the distance they knew that they had each other's backs.

The elevator dinged as Sanzu practically dragged him to meet the others.

Specifically Ran.

Now (name) knew exactly what his brothers did and wasn't really intimidated by the men.

After all gang stuff was normal most of this life.

Scanning the room he saw him.

Ran stared starstruck at the beautiful man who smiled at him "hey darling~ didn't expect to see you so soon" (name) said teasingly as he sauntered over to him, everyone watching shocked as (name) had the shocked man wrapped around his finger instantly.

And surprisingly had him stunned into silence.

"Where did you go...?"

"I had a meeting baby"

(Name) gave Ran his number before introducing himself to the others politely "i am sorry to cut this short but I'm supposed to give a lecture at the University of Tokyo in an hour and a half and have to get ready" (name) said politely, saying his goodbyes "later cutie~" he said to Ran before leaving, the lilac man watching his ass as he left.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #ran x male reader

[daintyduck99]

doing that twirling/spinning thing when they hug for writer's choice!

As usual, Mom finds Julie before Julie finds her. Her voice rings through the airport, lovely and strong and unmistakable. 

"Julie! Por aquí!" 

They beeline for one another, colliding in a hug despite the sweltering heat. The hug is brief, but fierce, punctuated by a kiss to the side of Julie's head. Mom beams. 

"It's so good to see you, nena." 

Julie beams back, blinking away tears.

"You too, Mami." 

Mom leans forward conspiratorially. 

"Want to make a detour for some ice cream? I won't tell your brother." 

Julie hesitates. "Are you sure? The traffic…and you hate driving…" 

"Ah." Mom smirks. "I brought a helper." 

She steps aside to reveal—

"Reggie!" 

Julie launches herself at him, and his arms are already around her, hoisting her into the air. He twirls her around, and they laugh, clinging to one another like…

Like close friends. Best friends. 

Basically family, at this point. 

She buries her face in his chest as he gently sets her feet on solid ground, allowing herself to squeeze him tighter for only a moment. He doesn't seem to mind. 

Actually, he props his chin on her head, squeezing her more tightly in turn. 

He hums into her hair. 

"Missed you, Jellybean." 

She mumbles into his shirt, but she knows that he knows what she's saying.

Two can play at that game, after all. 

"Missed you too, Reguito." 

Sure enough, his cheeks are a rosy red when they finally unravel. She just smiles.

Mom clears her throat, and Julie nearly jumps a foot in the air. Reggie, too. 

"Right!" he all but yelps. "Ice cream. Um. Bags first. We'd better get going." 

Her mother's musical laughter escorts them out of the airport. 

She shines on them both with the same sort of affection, and Julie swallows around the tightness in her throat. 

Reggie is already part of the family. 

She can't screw that up. 

Only— 

Then Mom starts behaving oddly. 

She insists on sitting in the backseat, and when they get to the ice cream shop, she lingers at the counter. She makes herself scarce at home, citing garden work, leaving Julie and Reggie to their own devices, as no one else is home yet and won't be for a while. 

They end up in the studio, of course. 

She plays the piano piece she wrote for her composition class, and they play a few of their favorite songs, some popular and some theirs, but when she asks him, semi-jokingly, to play a piece of his because it's only fair, he goes red again.

He blows out a breath, keeping his eyes fixed on his interlocked hands. 

"Well, your mom said—she kind of insisted that I needed to show a certain one to you, actually, but—she's agreed to take responsibility if it makes things—weird." 

Things are already kind of weird, but that feels like the wrong thing to say. Julie doesn't even trust herself to speak. 

She takes his hands and nods. Smiles. 

He swallows, searching her eyes. 

"Okay. Get me the acoustic?" 

She's quick to comply, and he cracks a small smile at her enthusiasm. They settle on the sofa, curled towards one another like parenthesis, like they always have. 

And he sings her the dreamiest song. 

Seriously; part of her wonders if she fell asleep during her flight. It's like her wildest dream come true, too good to be true, the light in his eyes and the longing in his voice as he pours his heart out to her.

Am I bright enough for you to keep? 

Do you wish on me when you can’t sleep?

Could I step into your starlight? 

He's hardly moved the guitar before she's flying into the familiar space of his lap. She tucks her face in the crook of his neck and his arms come around her reflexively. 

The only thing left to say is yes.

And when Reggie officially becomes a Molina a few years later, Mom doesn't need to say anything. 

She just shines.

#childhood friends to lovers prompts #rulie #reggie x julie #ficlets with ash #rose molina ultimate matchmaker my beloved #100% she overheard Reggie working on his song and knew that it was time to meddle a little bit #julie and the phantoms

[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We? pt. 3

A/N: Let's get into it!

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Thank every single higher power that you didn’t let anything ruin your night. The conversation never stopped even after the food came, and neither did the glasses of wine.

Both of you were full of food and warm with alcohol. Michael got you two an Uber and went back to your place.

You had the giggles, something that was common when you drank. Michael always thought it was cute. He thought you were even cuter when you changed into your Pikachu onesie and still had a full face of makeup on. He changed into his Squirtle onesie to match you and got to work on making his self-proclaimed famous margaritas.

You were sat at the island in your kitchen watching the dreamiest man dump frozen fruits and way too much tequila into your blender. He looked so… domestic.

“Are you ready for the best margaritas ever?” he said as he poured two full glasses and put straws in them when he was done, “Here, have a taste.”

He slid you a glass and watched you take a long sip. Your face lit up, “Woahhhh! This is good!”

You watched Michael wipe off his shoulders in a bragging way, “Hold on, now, I ain’t say they were the best I’ve ever had or anything like that.”

He could only laugh, “You don’t have to lie to me. I know the drink is good. I mean, I made it.”

You eyed him as you drank more. It was really good.

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The blender was empty. You had definitely drunk more than him, but he was still just as messed up as you were. By now, you two were cuddled up in your bed, watching your favorite show, accompanied by more wine.

You were laughing at something funny your favorite character did and accidentally spilled wine on Michael’s onesie.

“Shit!” you laughed at how Squirtle’s blue was darker due to the wine, “I totally don’t mean to laugh, but it’s so funny.”

He laughed with you, “It’s no worries, really. It’ll wash out… I think.”

He stood up and took off his onesie, leaving him in no shirt and boxers.

“You don’t mind that I’m in my boxers, do you? Cause I can go put on some shorts real easy.” “No! Um… no, you’re alright like that.” Damn, you answered that quickly.

The universe was really testing you on this night. Drunk or not, you know when an opportunity is striking. Hopefully, you don’t fall asleep before you can spring your spur-of-the-moment plan into action.

When he climbed back into bed to cuddle you, the warmth radiating off his body felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. Was it the alcohol, or was it his natural body heat?

You decided to make your move, and if it didn’t work, you could blame it on being drunk and laugh off the embarrassment in the morning. So, you sat down your glass on your table and rolled over to face his chest, and you snuggled him.

Michael looked down at you, “Hey, you sleepy?” You looked back up at him and shook your head no.

“So what is it, you silly goose.”

Then, you did it. You leaned up and kissed him. For a moment, he kissed you back, then pulled away. You thought there would be regret coming from him, so you quickly got up, totally ready to run away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. If you wanna stop being my friend now, I completely understand.”

He called your name and pleaded with you to stay, “Come here,” and pulled you back down on the bed, “I wanna be more than your friend.”

Then, he did it. He kissed you, and you kissed him back. There you were, living out your wildest dream. Leaning against the man you’ve had a crush on forever.

Quickly, the kiss got heated, and he got on top of you. He pressed himself against you, groaning because this is something he’s been longing to do.

You pulled away, “I should probably take this onesie off, huh?”

He smiled and laughed a little, putting his forehead on yours, “Most definitely take it off.”

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[koyaflwr]

i'm obsessed with your brenner story! could i request a drabble on how holly and brenner met? thxx

hello! thank you so much for asking! of course you can.

here's a short drabble:

Angel Eyes

martin brenner x original female character, dr. brenner x original female character

summary: since Holly can't seem to find enough courage to talk to him, Martin will have to find some way for them to meet each other.

warnings: none

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“Okay, okay, stop knocking Lisa, I’m coming!” Holly yelled while getting up from her bed. She grudgingly started to walk towards the door, lazily dragging her slippers through the floor. “How many more keys will you lose before realising you have a serious probl—"

Holly’s heart stopped beating at the sight before her. Opening the door, she had expected to meet her roommate; instead, she met a guy’s eyes. Not any guy, the guy. The dreamiest guy on campus, the one she had been secretly crushing on since the first time she saw him. She knew his name was Martin Brenner, and that he was a PhD candidate for neuroscience at her university. She knew he lived on the floor right above hers, but she had never built enough courage to actually speak to him. 

She weakly smiled at him, wondering why on Earth was no other than Martin Brenner knocking on her door. They had maybe exchanged a greeting or two, but that was as far as their acknowledgement of each other had gone. She doubted he even knew who she was, let alone that she studied at the same college he did. 

“Quickly, come on!” The man rushed her out of her apartment.

“What the—?” She screamed, snapping out of her trance. “Who do you think you are?!”

“My roommate, he—he collapsed!” The guy mumbled, scared. So convincingly that Holly stopped being suspicious, and started following after him. “I don’t know what happened to him!” 

“Have you called an ambulance yet?” She asked, running upstairs alongside him.

“Yes, I have, but I don’t think it can wait that long.” He answered, opening his apartment room. 

“Does he have any diseases you know about?” She asked, as he made way for her to enter the room. There, on the couch, lay a man. Holly rushed towards him, and started taking his vitals. 

“No, he’s healthy, he eats fine and he runs and sleeps well, I don’t know what could’ve happened!” 

“Where were you when he collapsed?” She asked, counting his heart beats per minute. Weird. They were normal. “Did he say something about feeling bad before?” 

“No, he just dropped like that.” 

Holly frowned. He seemed to be breathing just fine too. His body temperature seemed okay. His cheeks were a little flushed, but nothing out of the ordinary. If she didn’t know better, she would simply guess he was asleep. 

She kept on checking things, until, by nothing but pure coincidence, she looked up towards the kitchen, and saw them. The cans. Holly looked at the guy standing before her, and sighed. She walked towards the table, and picked one of the opened cans of beer.

“So, don’t you think maybe this massive amount of alcohol had something to do with your friend ‘collapsing’?” She teased him. 

“Well you’re the med student, not me.” He smiled, approaching her. 

“And, as such, I diagnose him with extreme drunkenness.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You should probably get your friend to bed and prepare some aspirins for tomorrow morning.” 

“As the doctor says.” The guy said, jokingly bowing his head. He then picked the blacked out man in his arms and carried him to his room. 

“Make sure he’s on his side!” Holly screamed, peeking inside the bedroom. “In case he… vomits.” She stuttered, after seeing he had already laid his friend correctly on his side, and was throwing a blanket on top of him. 

“Gotcha!” 

She walked back to the kitchen, and, as she waited for the man to come back, Holly started to feel self conscious. There she was, finally speaking to the man she had been dreaming about for months, and she was wearing her pyjamas.  A pink short with a matching button up shirt. Oh, if only his friend had passed out some other time. One she was wearing her pretty purple dress, preferently. 

“Sorry for that.” The guy apologised, joining her side. He was wearing a grey pair of pants and a t-shirt with their university name. It seemed he had been exercising. He looked really, really handsome. “He can drink a little bit too much from time to time.” 

“It 's fine.” Holly answered, flustered at such a sight. “I’m just glad he’s okay.” 

“Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“You really don’t have to.” 

“Come on,” he gave her shoulder a nudge, “the least I can do after pulling you out from bed like that is offer you a soda.” 

“Alright, then.” She gave in. The guy grabbed a pair of cans that were already sitting right on the counter, and led her to the sofa. He had picked a soda for him but a non carbonated drink for her. Great. She didn’t really like sodas that much. 

“Thank god there was a doctor in the building,” the guy sighed, indicating for her to sit down, “I had no idea on what to do.” That was weird, she thought. He seemed pretty knowledgeable on how to treat someone who’s drunk. 

“Well, I’m not really a doctor, yet.” She explained, laughing. “I’m just a stu… Wait a second, how did you know I was a doctor?” He looked at her, with the same expression on his face as a kid who had been caught being naughty. 

“I must have seen you wearing your scrubs in the hallway.” He said, casually sipping from his can. Holly looked down at hers. 

“And how did you know I didn’t like carbonated drinks?” 

“Just… stroke of luck.” 

“Have you been stalking me?” She asked, bewildered. The guy stared at her for a couple of seconds, before breaking down in laughter.  

“Stalking is too big of a word.” 

“Yeah, big word for fitting for a big crime.” She spatted. “Oh my god, is an ambulance even coming? Is your friend actually drunk?” 

“No.” He answered, with a guilty expression on his face. “And yes.” 

“Oh my god.” Holly put her hands on her face. 

“Okay, let’s say I have noticed you around campus. And let’s say I did take a little bit of advantage out of my friend’s situation so I could have an excuse to talk to you.” He gently grabbed her hands, so that they would stop covering her face, and put them in her lap. “Is that a crime?” 

“I guess not.” She answered, blushing. She couldn’t believe that Martin Brenner had noticed her. “How did you know I would even be at my house? I have crazy hours.”

He remained silent, and bit on his cheek. 

“Have you memorised my schedule as well?!”

“In my defence, I’m kind of a genius, I can’t help but to pick on things I don’t even intend to!” Holly couldn’t believe her ears.

“Oh my, aren’t you a humble one.” She laughed. 

“Come on,” he teased her, getting close to her, “are you going to tell me you haven’t noticed me on campus too?” She simply stared at him. “At least glanced at me?” He insisted. 

“I might have seen you strutting down the halls, yes.” She answered, proudly. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she had certainly glanced at him, at the very least. 

“I don’t strut!” He pretended to be hurt, but his smile gave him away.

“You so do!” Holly cackled. “Mr. ‘I’m kind of a genius’.” She mocked him. 

“I kinda blew it with that one, didn’t I?”

“I might be willing to let it pass,” Holly teased him, “if you tell me one thing.” She added, lifting one finger. 

“Anything.” He answered, taking hold of it.

“Is your friend really drunk?” She whispered. 

“Oh, he is hammered.” They guy whispered back.. “I really shouldn’t let him drink that much.” 

“It would rather make you a better friend, yes.” 

The two of them went quiet, since they had reached a comfortable silence. They looked at each other, and suddenly started laughing. 

“What?” He wheezed. 

“Nothing,” she smiled, “you just haven’t introduced, yet.” 

“You’re right, where are my manners?” He blinked. “I’m Martin Brenner. PhD candidate in the Neuroscience department. And, you—?”

“Do those two go together?” She cut him off. 

“What?”

“The ‘Martin Brenner’ with the ‘PhD candidate in the Neuroscience department’.”

“Oh, come on.” He giggled. 

“Like, scenario, you go to the hospital, so in pain you’re fearing for your death, the nurses ask your name, and you say… ‘MartinBrennerPhDcandidateintheneurosciencedepartment’.”

“Oh, so you’re a funny one.” He smiled. “Noted, …?”

“What?”

“Your name?”

“Am I to believe you haven't already stalked my name out of someone?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Fair point.” He nodded. “I want to hear it from you, though.” 

“Alright,” she straightened her posture, “I’m Holly. Holly Montessori. I’m a med student, I hope to get into surgery.” 

“That’s interesting.” He said. “Which area?” 

“Cardiology,” she explained, “but in Paediatrics. I’m also working on getting my master’s on child development.” 

“Smart and beautiful.” Martin winked at her. Holly didn’t have a mirror to look at herself in, but she didn’t need one to know she was blushing so hard her whole face must have been red. 

They kept on talking for hours, although neither of them had noticed time passing. They felt bewitched by each other. That was until a noise coming from the bedroom broke the spell they had so easily fallen into.

“It seems like your friend could use some help.” Holly commented, frustrated. Just as things were going so smoothly. 

“He can manage.” 

“You did say you would be a better friend, though.” She smiled, and glanced at the watch above the window. “And, it is quite late. I should get back home, I have an early class tomorrow.” 

“Of course,” he said, cordially. He helped her up, and walked her to her apartment. 

“This was nice.” She said, after opening the door. “You are far more likeable than what I thought.” 

“I have been complimented on my charm, multiple times.” He said, putting his hand on the doorframe, just above the two. He towered over her, he had to be at least a foot taller than her. Holly noticed her heart speeding up, and she somehow managed to get enough courage to put her hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast too.

“Your modesty doesn’t go unnoticed either.” She joked. He looked down at her, and Holly felt as if he was about to kiss her. But no, he was too much of a gentleman to do so. He knocked on the doorframe twice, and then backed away. 

“Well, Holly, thank you for helping me out tonight, I promise I’ll try and get my friend to stop drinking as much. Goodnight.” He turned around, and started walking down the hallway, when Holly’s voice stopped him. 

“Do you think your friend will collapse one more time at least, before he gets better? To prepare in case you need my help again.” She asked, with a grin. 

He elegantly turned around, smiling from ear to ear. 

“I think there’s a very big possibility of him doing so, yes.” He beamed. “Next Friday, maybe? Around 5 p.m.? He likes to hit the bar after classes.” 

“I’ll make sure to clear my afternoon, then.” She laughed. “Just in case I need to save your friend’s life again.” 

Holly stayed just long enough to see him throw her a big smile, before closing the door behind her. She leaned against it, and put her hand over her chest. Her heart was racing. That day, she learnt what falling in love at first sight truly felt like. 

Martin didn’t believe in angels, but, as he was walking back home, he could’ve sworn he’d just met one. 

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thank you so much for requesting, i hope you liked this!!

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[enid-sinclair-is-dreamy]

Entry 4: A Few Passing Words is Progress

Renifie Kilwith here with another blog post about being a new student at Nevermore. To recap: (1) moved in and became heart-eyes for Enid Sinclair, (2) got a wave and interested eyebrow-raised smile when passing by her out of Weem's office, (3) confessed my ability/curse power to prevent rumors spreading.

Enid Sinclair spoke to me today. It was just a few words before she had to run off to gossip matters not-yet-told, and, while I am excited that it is progress.. I am maybe more excited that I wasn't simply shunned after confessing what my ability is.

Every kid at schools I attended before this, pretty much shut me out completely after they learned I had visions about what someone is most afraid of others to know. Kids wouldn't even associate with me, for fear of worrying other kids might think they knew their secrets, even though I never tell others' secrets.

What did happen here at Nevermore after I confessed my ability/curse was completely unexpected; I was approached by loads of students than before, when I had simply been new. I was surprised to learn, that, being someone who could keep a secret, I was someone who could be spoken to more freely about secrets.

Something the students needed to talk out about, and were afraid to approach a teacher or a parent about it; they came to me. I actually got several people who wanted to have their fears read by me, instead of being afraid I would read theirs.

I misjudged you Nevermore. I had been so harshly judged by all the other kids in school before, that I anticipated much the same from you. You really showed me that I've found my people. A lot of you told me it was okay to share that you had experiences much as I did, being cast out socially at all your other schools.

After moving to Nevermore, I never thought there was some role I could play in helping people; it has always been me who needed the help. I never would have thought I would be the one sought out for help, and being told secrets, rather than fear of the reverse.

Although, I do still need help meeting up with Enid Sinclair. She's not in any of my classes, and I only seem to happen upon her completely randomly. I take the same path between classes but don't see her each day between them.

She did speak to me, though, which is progress. I was studying my carnivorous plants notes in that open middle area, when she came up to me and sat down across from the picnic table. We only had a few words before she had to zip off again, but she confirmed my impression that she did want to meet up with me to really talk, but that's all I got. And really, it's the best I could have hoped for. Just being acknowledged as existing by the dreamiest girl at Nevermore, is worlds beyond a dream come true. And being acknowledged as existing by loads of other students I never even noticed before, them knowing my own secret, is worlds beyond that. Thanks for giving me hope, Nevermore. Let's talk.

-Renifie

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[winniecouture]

Wedding gown shopping tips for plus-sized brides!

Retail therapy acts as a kind of stress reliever for all the women out there. However, those who are on the heavier side find this experience quite harrowing. More often than not, curvy girls never get clothes as per their size. Shopping makes them nervous as well as underconfident. The unsolicited advice and taunting of neighbours, relatives, friends and society make them extremely stressed and hurtful. Now, imagine how much difficult it gets for a plus-sized bride to explore bridal shops in search of that one gown that fits them well.

But fret not! Times have changed, and bridal fashion designers are coming up with more options for curvy brides. This blog helps you to get the dreamiest of wedding dresses in Beverly Hills using some clever hacks and tips. Scroll down to know the details!

Keep your wedding entourage small and private: Bring along your closest people to your wedding shopping trials. Your mother, sister and besties will never hurt you or judge you for your body size. In fact, they will guide you with the right choice and hype you up throughout the process. There is no need to bring aunts, neighbours and extended relatives who tend to bring your confidence down by making you feel vulnerable.

Wear fitting and comfortable underwear: Do not forget to wear the right undergarments that can uplift your boost by making you sexy and beautiful. Also, they will help you visualize yourself in the wedding gowns in Beverly Hills the exact way you wish to see yourself on D-day. You should carry your favourite lacy thongs, high-waisted Spanx etc., to any bridal shop in LA.

Do not postpone your bridal gown shopping till the last moment: If you are postponing your bridal gown shopping till the last month, then you are doing it wrong, darling! There is absolutely no use in waiting to lose those extra inches to fit into your dream wedding gown in Beverly Hills. If you keep waiting till the last moment, you will be left with limited bridal gowns in Los Angeles. And no one wishes to choose from mere a handful of options, right?

Visit only those Los Angeles wedding dress shops that offer you multiple size options: Do your research, make calls, talk to bridal fashion consultants and zero down upon bridal stores in Los Angeles that offer size-inclusive samples. There is no use in visiting any bridal shop in Beverly Hills only to find out that they do not have enough size options for plus-sized brides. There are so many renowned bridal stores in Los Angeles, such as Winnie Couture, which offer multiple size options for both plus-sized and skinny brides-to-be.

In a nutshell

Try these hacks, and a few years down the lane, you will remember your wedding shopping experience with a smile on your face. And if you are still doubtful, then you can book your appointment with Winnie Couture. It is one of the most luxe and premium wedding fashion boutiques in Los Angeles that offers endless options when it comes to bridal gowns in Los Angeles.

[kuroosdarling]

omg aims wait I forgot that I wanted to share knight!kuroo thoughts help

do yk the anime Akatsuki no yona? if not plspls watch it! Knight Kuroo who’s known u since u were kids, teasing u, silly banter etc etc. It’s when u two hit, ur father officially entrusts kuroo to protect u, to accompany u at all times (which he already did).

he would take u horse riding, sword fighting n sometimes without anyone knowing he would sneak u out of the palace n into the main city. The smile u gave him, the way ur eyes shined at the thought of being away from the palace, away from all the rules n restrictions a princess has to follow.

the silly little banters GOD, that’s the best part. He loved how quick u were with the clever comebacks to his teasing, ur confidence, charm….knight!kuroo loved it all a bit too much. by the time he realises he shouldn’t hold such feelings for a friend, a princess he’s meant to serve nevertheless, it’s too late n he’s fallen too deep.

ur not any better…always looking forward to ur shenanigans, wanting to stare into his pretty eyes all day. his confidence, authoritativness, charm, suave nature draws u in. he constantly reminds himself that he can never have u, that you’re way out of his league. a mere knight he is n not a prince worthy of ur love. He’s got no castle, carriages or riches but god, he’s willing to do anything or give up anything for u.

ur parents decide u r of marriageable age n spread the word so that other princes come in n offer their proposals. everyday there’s many princes walking into ur palace, trying to charm u with honey like words, doing all it takes to impress u but ur heart already belongs to someone else, someone u cannot have. the princes try n fail one by one, dejected coz it’s YOU of all people that’s rejecting them, who wouldn’t want to marry u?

kuroo sees this princes go in n he prays to every deity that u say no. he does wanna see u happily married, but the thought of u being with another man? disgusting. i just know he makes judgy faces at the guys who try to win ur heart. nsjsjd oh if it’s the other way around? Kuroo is a handsome man n one would be a fool to not try to bag him. The ladies in the palace love him, a few giving him that look. Worse when he plays nice n gives them a shy smile. ur so pissed at him that u wanna kiss that smile off his face.

I need to shut up i’m so sorry 😭

zuro anon

OH MY GOD !!! u spoil me, u truly do. i am so obsessed with all of this !! please you can come here anytime and talk about this man with me !!

royal au + childhood friends to lovers w kuroo is the dreamiest dream !!! sneaking out of the castle w him would be so fun … he shows you a different side of life that you would’ve lost if you stayed cooped up in the castle like the king intended. (it’s giving aladdin vibes ngl 🤭 LOVE !)

i know he’d tear himself up for falling for you lowkey. he feels it’s his duty to protect you and be there for you but he probably feels a little guilty about it all. especially since the king placed so much trust into him, but he can’t help it !! you’re too wonderful !!

jealous knight!kuroo now .. oh my god you have me THINKING. the fic i had going for kuroo is basically this : you’re at the ball and dancing with the prince that your parents are heavily encourging you to marry. and he’s so besides himself … eventually he whisks you away and confesses to you. and ofc you return his affection!! so he’s overwhelmed with passion and starts kissing you. he starts to take you right there in the hallway but quickly collects himself and realizes that you deserve more than that. so he takes you to your room and …

but omg the tables turning and you being jealous of the other girls ?? OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH !! UR BRAIN !!! yes. absolutely yes. he probably catches on too because he’s so in tune to you. but in the end, his heart belongs to you and no other person could take that away.

IM IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THIS !!! thank u for fueling my brainrot <3333

#adding that anime to my list ASAP ! #thinking so many THOUGHTS !! #digs thru my wips to find knight!kuroo once again #u are a treasure #⁺. ʚ just chatting ɞ ⋆˙ #⁺. ʚ stream chat: zuro anon ɞ ⋆˙

[scribblingseahorse]

Short Story

“For God’s sake Betty, can’t you do things right for once?” yelled the supervisor. “Sorry Mr. Freeman, I won’t let it happen again.” I apologized. He then stomped away. After he left, I took the coffee to wash and then headed out for a breath of fresh air.

Hi, my name is Betty Sparse and I’m sorry for such an awful introduction. That was not the introduction I was hoping for but life has always been hell for me since society judges a book by its cover. You see, all my life I had been deemed as the ugly sister and an ugly daughter to my friends and family. Eventually, you will get used to it but sometimes, it hurts when that is the reason of a bias treatment. And if you are wondering, what did I do so wrong. Well, I just happened to add a pinch of sugar extra to Mr Freeman’s coffee.

After 10 minutes of fresh air, I took a deep breath and headed back in. As I make my way to my workspace to prepare for lunch, “Hey Betty, can you help me get 2 Caramel Macchiatos, 1 foot Subway sandwich, no ketchup, and Big Mac from Mc Donald’s? Well, it’s for me and Stephanie’s lunch.” Don asked. “Sure.” I smiled. Don had been the dreamiest guy ever since I started working here and although the feelings are one sided, I hope that through my efforts, he would see how much I would do for him. Of course, it is tough competition as Stephanie is the department’s prettiest girl. But I am not letting down on a fight. Of course, not a literal fight. I headed downstairs to the nearest Starbucks to get the Caramel Macchiatos. “Hi, I would like 2 Caramel Macchiatos, please.” I told the cashier. “Alright Betty.” The cashier smiled. “Wait, how do you know my name?” I asked, puzzled. “Your drinks will be ready and here is a mystery box, valid for the first customer to buy 2 Caramel Macchiatos.” The cashier winked and left to make the drinks. Perhaps life is not so bad after all. I thought to myself. I opened the box and glanced inside, it was empty and the next thing I knew, I felt dizzy and moments later, my vision blacked out.

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping, I looked over to the clock on my bedside table and it wrote 7:00 AM. I knew I was late to work but something did not feel right. What happened yesterday after I blacked out? How did I get home? I rushed to the bathroom to wash up and get ready. When I washed my face and looked up to the mirror, I got shocked. Who is this woman? Why is she so pretty? Am I looking at a picture of a celebrity? I hurriedly scrubbed my face with my hands and tap water. Wake up, wake up. This is just a dream. I told myself but nothing changed the next moment I lift my head up into the mirror. I was the same. I tried recalling and that is when I remembered the empty box. I rushed out of the house and ran to the Starbucks yesterday.

After 5 minutes of running which turned into speed walking, I finally reached. I entered the shop and glanced around the empty shop searching for the cashier yesterday. “Hey, you are back!” the cashier smiled. I rushed over. “What is happening to me? What is that box? Why do I look like this? Did you give me a makeover?” I asked.

“Woah, woah, slow down. Come on, you don’t like it? Your vision is now perfect, your hair is now smooth and silky, your body became toned and fit overnight and you are now here complaining to me about how you look? Shouldn’t you be thankful at least?” He said.

“Grateful? Grateful of what? This isn’t me.” I said, holding back my tears. At this point, I was not actually sure if those are tears of joy or tears of sadness.

“Look, get to work and tell me if you like your new look or not. And it is still you. You just had a makeover. Go live a little.” The cashier patted my shoulder over the counter. I looked at him and gave a ‘Really? For real?’ look before turning around and heading out.

I quickly rushed upstairs to the office and that was when my anxiety kicks in. I know that I am late, even more so my clothes were in a mess but that was the least of my worry as I have spare clothes in my drawer. What would Mr. Freeman think? I thought to myself. As I reached the 5th floor, I had embraced for any screaming coming at me. “Oh my, Betty, are you okay darling? Is everything alright? What happened.” A voice spoke. As I looked up, I saw Mr Freeman standing at the top of the staircase. What the heck. Who’s this. I thought to myself. He then took my stuffs and opened the door for me. This is weird, Mr Freeman had never done this to me. I walked in to the office carefully. It felt more like I am entering a lion’s den. All heads were looking at me. I turned around to see Don approaching me, “Betty?” Don said, his expression was just plain shock. “Yo, this is weird. Did you see Stephanie?” he asked. “No, why?” I said.

“Apparently, you’ve gotten hotter and she’s gotten, I don’t know. Whack.” Don said with a tone of disgust when talking about Stephanie. In that moment, I felt disappointment, how could a guy I used to have a crush on be this fake? I guess this is his true colours, I did not want to be around him any longer and left.

Along the way to my department, I heard a loud scream. “Get out!”. The door then suddenly sprung opened, a girl ran out. Tears covered her eyes. She knocked into some colleagues along the way, “Watch where you are going Stephanie!” one shouted. To my surprise, the Stephanie I once knew was now gone. She looked, like me. Before my makeover.

And that’s when it clicked.

[ameliasbitvh]

𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊; 𝐑.𝐀.𝐁

a/n: idk fam, i feel too lazy to make a sequel so i might as well just leave it here. IMSORRYABOUTTHAT<?@$&*)(^ anyways…

summary: this is such a cliche fic I feel idk? you and regulus decide to get married but you are soon silenced by his words and what you haven't spoken leads him to speculations of you having an affair with his brother.

library account: @ameliasbitvhlibrary !!

wc: 5.7k (oops I got carried away)

warning(s): implied smut, arguing, walburga black, orion black, the evil mother in law slaps you, a lot of arguing, regulus thinks you're cheating on him, angst, a cliff hanger but no sequel, crying, tears being shed, mediocre writing and not proof read!!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

NAV | | MASTERLIST

HE LOVED the way you smiled when he was around, the way your fingers twirled between his curly locks, the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him. He knew that he was loved and that’s all he ever wanted. All he ever wanted was to be wanted. 

You both were in the slytherin common room, your legs and hands intertwined with each other on the black couch. His fingers nimbled, playing with yours. He always wanted to know what his ring would look like on your hand, so he gave it a try. Slyly, he slipped the ring onto your thumb and it wrapped around your finger snug as a bug. Looking at your hand, you gave him an adorned smile and asked, “What do you think you’re doing, Mr. Black?” 

“Making you; Mrs. Black.” he responded with a snide smirk that you wanted to slap off, but you couldn’t deny the heat rushing to the apple of your cheeks. You hid your grin by looking down, he grabbed your chin and softly placed a tender kiss on your lips. “Flustered? Aren’t you, Sweetheart?” him and his big ego.

“Of course I am! Regulus Fucking Black said that he’s going to make me Mrs. Black! What a dream? Oh! And he’s got the dreamiest eyes ever, I swear to Merlin I could melt into a puddle if he looked at me!” you exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from your lips.

“Why haven’t you melted into a puddle yet, Witch? Should I pour some water on you? And if in fact looking at you would make you melt, you would’ve been a pool in the first year because that was the first time I ever looked at you and thought: hey, she’s kinda cute?” 

“Well, Wizard, maybe it’s because I thought the exact same thing. So it cancels out. You know? When I look into the mirror I tell myself: ‘Damn If I wasn’t me, I’d bend myself over a counter and fuck me right there.’”

A chorkle left his throat. He was not expecting that, but then again; with you he knew to never expect but to be surprised. 

You quickly joined along with him laughing to your heart's content. You loved knowing that you made Your Boy happy. 

Regulus, well he’d never truly been happy. The last time he could recall being happy (before he met you) was when he was at the mere age of four. He and his brother Sirius who was five at the time, were running around their home chasing each other until their short legs grew tired. But even then, they raced as a nervous Kreacher warned the two to stop messing around before their parents got home. The two boys lost in a land of their most creative desires and crafts lost track of time, and before they knew it their parents were home. He was happy, until he heard the screams and cries of a struggling Sirius. His mother. Walburga was always strict and mean, she never let the boys have fun, she’d rather leave them in their own filth. 

The little boy with a mop of curls hid behind the wall, he slowly moved to take a peek at Sirius and saw his small and shaking frame, trembling but no tears had fallen from his dark blue eyes. At such a young age Sirius had learned to shut all his emotions out and Regulus soon followed, until he met you. 

Sirius had his friends in Gryffinwhore: James, Remus, Peter, and whoever else was friends with him. He knew you and Sirius were friends, but he chose to ignore that. Ignore the fact that everyone else around him had been able to form a relationship with his own blood brother, but him. 

–

HE BREATHED you in, never daring to breathe you out. God, he couldn’t stop thinking about putting a ring on that pretty finger of yours. Just the way that his family ring looked on your thumb was…no words. He couldn’t fathom the fact that one day you would be ‘Mrs. Black.’ and he couldn’t wait for it. Clearly, because he already had a ring picked out in your size. A big diamond plastered on it, glistening in the sun. But he couldn’t marry you just yet, you were both sixteen and he didn’t want to scare you away–never. 

He was afraid of rejection, he didn’t want you to say no and laugh at his proposal. He knew that you weren’t that type of person but that thought still crossed his mind a few…thousand times. 

It was quiet in his dorm, Evan had gone out with one of his new girlfriends for the day. Evan Rosier didn’t give a damn about how many hearts he broke, as long as he got a taste he was fine. And that was one of the many things about the blonde that repulsed Regulus. But Regulus couldn’t just drop him for these things, Evan had been his rock, his ride or die, his sorta brother throughout the past six years. Regulus would never tell the young Rosier this, but he was thankful for him. 

The room had the dim light of a burning lamp, he sat on the edge of his bed quietly and suddenly he found himself searching for the ring. He got up from his bed decorated in dark green silk sheets and his hands traveled around his drawer for a second until he found what he was looking for: the ring. He opened the box carefully and analyzed how the diamond reflected his reflection in a million small mirrors, all staring back at him. Thoughts of how you would react when he got on one knee one day were coursing through his mind, so indulged in it he didn’t notice his friend who walked in. 

Evan’s jaw dropped at the sight of the hunk of jewel, he must really fucking like you. “Woah,” 

Regulus immediately snapped the lid shut and shut the box into his pants, hiding it. “Mate, what do you have a whole ass diamond for? Is it for Y/n?” The brunette didn’t like the instant questions being thrown at him, he felt like he was being interrogated. 

“No it’s not–” 

“Don’t even try to lie, Regulus. You’re terrible at it.” 

Regulus stood, hands in his pockets, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek. With a gruff sigh he confessed, “Fine, it’s for her.” 

“Are you going to marry her? If you are–what will your parents think? Has she met them yet? Have you asked for her fathers approval ye–” 

“N–yes, I don’t know?! No, no and no! Just stop asking about it.” 

“Geez, someone’s in a bad mood I see.” Evan teased with a fake pout. 

“And if you want to move on, I’ll tell you about how my date went and Merlin she was a fireball I tell you! Fierce as a hippogriff fighting a–” right then and there, Regulus tuned the blonde out and let his mind wander off again. 

–

HE LOOKED at you, his gaze lingering making your cheeks heat up.

You were sitting across from him at a restaurant he had taken you to.

It was summer break, Sirius and the marauders had just graduated and Regulus decided to take you out after the long day, just so he could make it a long night. He had been planning this moment out ever since the fifth year when he realized that he truly did love you and he was terrified of it. 

Terrified of what love made him do, how it manipulated every single move he made, how it changed his mind…how you changed his mind. 

Regulus Black wasn’t one to believe in love, all because growing up he had never had or experienced love and now you were the one to show him it. And it was the most beautiful, but gut wrenching thing he’s ever experienced. If you told him to jump off a cliff, god have mercy on him because he would. He would do anything for you at the drop of a hat and it made him happy knowing you would do the same for him. How your gaze was never on another man or woman the way it was on him; with him, your eyes lit up as a smile graced your beautiful face. With everyone else you had a friendly disposition. 

He was ready to drop to one knee the moment you told him, “I don't care what everyone else thinks of us. I want you and only you, not him but you.” 

The whole school had been gossiping about you and Regulus once you two started dating. There were many speculations, but nothing confirmed them; until the whole great hall saw his hand wrapped around your waist, your head leaning onto his shoulder. 

At the gryffindor table the four boys were stunned, James jabbed sirius in the shoulder before saying, “Pads, isn’t that–” 

“My ex and my brother snuggling up like a bunch of lovesick first years? They look like horses to me, so yeah, that’s them.” oops, I guess I forgot to mention that part of the story…

“Does he know that you and Y/n were together?” Peter asked, his eyes opened wide, still in shock at the new couple. 

“I’m not sure, Wormtail…but he will now!” Sirius quickly started to get up from his seat when Remus pulled him down harshly. “Sirius, you will not dare to go over there. If she wants him to know she will tell him, if he doesn’t already know.” 

“How could he not know though? I mean, Pads and Y/n would snog all the bloody time!” James exclaimed. 

“You forgot that he’s emo, Prongs. He doesn’t care about other people, okay? He only cares about him and his mummy and daddy.”

“Add Y/n onto that list, Pads.” Peter squeaked as he watched Regulus plant kisses onto your face, you giggling. 

“You know what? I’m not surprised Y/n went after him, she’s a bloody Slytherin. Just like him, they were made for each other.” the eldest Black brother scoffed, pushing his food away like it was filled with rubbish. 

After dinner, both you and Regulus raced to his dorm, quick to get away from other people. Once you both arrived into the boys room, you noticed how his smile had fallen. So yours faltered in return, “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“I–it’s nothing, Y/n.” 

“Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, I’m here for you.” 

“I know that.” 

“What’s got you so moody? You were just fine a second ago, Regulus?” 

He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to explode on you right now and chase you out of the relationship so goddamn soon.

“Regulus, just tell me–I can see that it’s bothering you.”

“You know what’s bothering me? You!” he barked out, his fists clenched. 

You flinched, taking a step back, your back hitting the wall. A lump in your throat began to form, you sniffled trying to deflect your tears from ricocheting. Suddenly a switch flipped back inside of him, “that’s not what i meant–i mean, i keep hearing everyone talking about us and–just–please don’t leave me for him.” 

“Him?” you queried, confused. 

“Tell me the truth, Y/n.” he begged, tears surfacing his eyes as his body began to tremble. 

“Sweetheart–what do you want to know, I promise I’ll tell you the truth, I always will.” you pleaded, your arms wrapping around his tall, but sunken frame. 

He lifted his head up to look at you, his blue eyes stricken with tears. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was. 

“Were you ever with my brother, Sirius? Because I keep hearing these bloody people talking about it and I want you to tell me the truth, not these lowlifes.” 

Your mouth hung low, you swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t expecting that, “I–I’m sorry Regulus, I thought you knew…”

“Knew what? That you were with my brother? I wouldn’t have gotten with you if I knew! I swear to Merlin if this is just a part of your plan to get back with Sirius or get back at him, I don't want any part of it. And to think I let you, you out of all people walk all over me and convince me that you even slightly liked me the way I did you? All I ever do is get his sloppy seconds, don’t I–” Now that was below the fucking belt.

Your palm slapped across his face, tears welling in your eyes. “Don’t you dare call me that. I’m sorry that I caught feelings for you? It’s not my fault I can't control what I feel–Sirius and I weren't in a serious relationship, it was just for fun–” 

“So is this for fun too? Messing with me. Just like you did him?” 

“Oh my–if you just listen and don’t interrupt me–” 

“How are you supposed to explain to me that you were with my brother and now me?!” 

“Let me then!” you exclaimed, your throat sore from yelling. 

“Look, i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you about it but it’s because i thought you already knew. Him and I dated when I was in fourth year, it was nothing more but puppy love. I would never date you in revenge for him, or as a strategy to get back with him. I like you, not him Regulus. Merlin, I knew I had a liking towards you when we were in third year and you were sitting there next to Evan and doing your work. Completely ignoring him…I noticed one of your curls fell onto your face, blocking your view and you blew at it to get it out of the way. And when you looked up, you caught me staring and–” 

“And I glared at you…” he said with a small smile. 

“Yeah,” you smiled back. “Even though you looked at me like you wanted me dead, I couldn't help but think you were cute.”

“I don't care what everyone else thinks of us. I want you and only you, not him but you.” 

He grabbed your chin and slowly delivered a kiss onto your lips, it tasted of salty tears of love stricken teens and the bittersweet melody of chaos. 

“I want you, Reggie–I need you.” 

–

You couldn't help but notice how your lover had been acting strange and more nervous than ever today. You reached your hand out to his after the both of you had finished eating and asked him, “Why are you so nervous, Reggie?” 

“What are you talking about?” he said, his eyes looking anywhere but at you, he was fidgeting with your hands as well. Either he was bored or had something he was hiding. 

Gasping you joked, “Are you cheating on me?” 

His eyes widened quickly as his jaw dropped, his grip on your hands tighter than before. “Darling, I would never–where did you get that from? I wouldn’t even dare to look at another woman–”

“I’m joking, Sweetheart!” you laughed, throwing your head back.

“You’re an evil witch, Black.” 

“Black?” you questioned, curiously. 

“Yeah, Mrs. black.” 

“Well, aren't you so sure about that.”

“Oh, I am, Dear. Just as long as you accept this.” he stood up from his seat, and began to bend down onto one knee. You were mind blown and panicking, it was evident. Merlin, your mind was racing, you didn't know what to say. You felt like you were about to explode, you couldn't handle the anticipation pumping inside you and your heart beat faster than a drum. 

“Y/n Y/l/n, I know you don’t like long and dragged things so I’ll just cut to the chase–will you marry me and become Mrs. Black?” he asked nervously, as he opened the ring box to show off the diamond to you. “Oh my–Regulus are you insane?! That ring it’s–holy shit! And, aren’t we too young–i–what do I say?!” 

“Uhh…yes?” he responded to you. 

“Oh–oh, yeah! Yes! I’ll marry you!” you exclaimed once you regained your consciousness. 

(2 weeks later) 

HE WRAPPED his arm around your waist and you turned around to give him a kiss. You both were in the kitchen of the home you and your parents lived in, Y/l/n Manor. 

Chewing on your lip you asked him something you’d been thinking about for awhile. Because your parents were shocked to hear of the sudden proposal but nonetheless accepted it because they knew that you loved him and he loved you just as much. Now, you wondered what his parents thought of it. You had never really met them before, even though yours and his family were both of pureblood, your parents were much like Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. So the Blacks’ despised your family and you couldn’t help but wonder what they thought and if they're okay with it. 

“Reggie?” 

“Yes, Darling?” 

“I–I couldn't stop thinking about this and I don't want to make you uncomfortable but–what do your parents think about this? The proposal and the fact that we're going to get married, I mean.” 

Taking a deep breath, he responded, “i didn’t tell them,”

Stepping away from him you asked, “why didn’t you?”

“Y/n. You know how they’ll react with me marrying…you know, you?” 

“Me?” you said, almost offended but you could also understand where he was coming from. 

“Yes, because of your family–it’s so different from mine and my parents wouldn't like us together.” 

“Then why’d you propose, Regulus, if you knew that this would cause such a problem why would you–God, we can’t get married one day and throw it on your parents saying ‘oh, hey mum and dad! By the way I married Y/n Y/l/n, the daughter of a family you hate!’ it just doesn't work that way…i shouldn't have said yes…” 

The last words you mumbled caught his attention, “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry, but your parents are never going to approve of me–we may love each other but I know you! You love your family and I don't want it to end up to the point where you have to choose your family or me! I don’t want you to go through that.” 

“If you don’t then why are you bringing this up?” 

“I’m bringing this up because I'm looking ahead and into our future, I’m telling you it’s better to let them know now then later! We can’t just–” 

“But if we get married already, then they can't make us leave each other!” He had a point but that didn’t make it right. 

“That isn’t right though!” 

“Then what’s right? Tell me, Y/n” 

“I want to meet your parents.” 

–

Now that you were at 12, Grimmauld Place, you were starting to regret what you said. You clung onto regulus’s arm, afraid to let go. He looked down at you and pressed a kiss onto your head before the door swung open to show Walburga and Orion Black. You’ve heard many stories about these two and you wanted to immediately smack them in the face the moment you saw them, but knew that you shouldn’t. But you wanted to. 

“Welcome home, Dear.” she said with a fake smile on her face trying to hide the desperate scowl begging to be released. “And who is this?” Orion asked, his eyes lingering on your figure. Regulus cleared his throat before speaking, “Mother, father, I want you to meet, Y/n Y/l/n. My fiance.” 

“Both of you, come inside.” she said through gritted teeth, her eyes burning into yours. 

Yep, you were definitely starting to regret saying you wanted to meet them. 

Now, all of you were sitting on a large black leather couch. Walburga’s eyes scanning the rock on your hand, analyzing it. 

“Are you out of your mind, Regulus?!” she screamed. 

“I asked him that too,” you mumbled under your breath and she heard. She threw a glare at you, the same one he gave you in third year. But this time it was haunting. 

“Why didn’t you pick another girl from Slytherin? There are many like B–” 

“I’m not going to marry my own cousin.” he grumbled. 

“What was that?” Orion demanded. 

“Father, I cannot marry my own cousin–someone who I'm related to and do not love.” 

“What do you know about love?” his mother asked, her veins pulsing out of her skin. 

Silence. That was all, it was silence. He, nor his parents spoke, leaving an awkward tension in the air that you desperately wanted to get rid of but couldn’t because it wasn’t your place. 

Suddenly, his mother turned her attention to you. “So, tell me, Y/l/n. What makes you so special that my son wants your hand in marriage?” 

“I–I’m not too sure, Mrs. Black.” 

She turned to Orion and snickered, “She’s not even sure of herself.” 

You tilted your head as your face contorted into disgust, “If you have something to say about me, say it to my face, please.”

Her face turned even more wicked than it was before, “How dare you try and tell me what to do, Little Girl!” 

Your fiance’s expression was worrisome, his eyes darting between the two women. His hand gripped yours and he held on tight. 

Your eyes met hers, a challenge you threatened her with. “How dare I? How dare you! To talk down on me and not even have an ounce of shame, cowering away–trying to make me the villain!” 

She scoffs, regulus tries to stop you, orion sits enjoying the free theater act and you, you were enraged.

“Listen up, Blood traitor! With that big mouth of yours, you will never marry my son! You got that? I will never allow my own child to marry a disrespectful, rude, unmannered, filth of a supposedly witch!” she barked out roughly, her veins popping out of her skin. 

You thought about it, you thought about biting down on your tongue and sitting to digest every cruel word she had spewed out of her wicked mouth. But you wouldn’t let a pathetic excuse of a mother take you down and let her have the victory of winning. Regulus quietly pleaded with you to stop, his frame moving in front of you to block your view of his mother. But you couldn’t stay quiet. You needed to put this woman in her place. 

“No, you listen up! You pathetic excuse of a mother! Making your eldest feel like he was nothing but a piece of rubbish waiting to be discarded! Making your son, my fiance Regulus carry every damn wretched secret, tasking him with things that could end his life–you, you are a terrible excuse of a witch, not me. And their childhood?! Merlin, you couldn’t have done worse could you? You would’ve left them in their own filth if you cou–” her cold palm struck your warm cheek. You quickly stopped your speech and grasped your face, feeling the fiery sensation of hatred etching from it. Your jaw dropped and so did Regulus’s, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he simply dropped your hand and stared at his mother. 

His eyes pierced into hers, they both had those deep blue eyes. But he had a light hiding beneath, begging to be dug out so that he could show the world just how damn bright Regulus Black could shine.

He wasn't a shadow, he was a light waiting to be unleashed. You, you were the one to unleash it, but at this moment he didn't know where this light and sparkle went nor did you. His face was stone cold, emotionless. He watched as your eyes filled with tears…he watched you flee the scene. 

“SHE FUCKING hit me…” you digested as you raced to your room.

“And he did nothing. A coward, you are Regulus Arcturus Black.” you sat on your bed and pulled your knees to your chest, a few hot tears slipped out. You just couldn't comprehend how he could let her do that and not say a word? Didn’t you mean enough for him to at least try and stand up for you? He wanted to marry you, yet couldn’t–

Your thoughts were interrupted by a slam of the door. Regulus had come. His curls were a mess, his eyes bloodshot, and his clothes were tousled. “What the fuck were you thinking?! Now you’ve really done it. She doesn’t want us to see each other at all now! Merlin, you just have to ruin everything, don’t you?!”

“Me? I’m sorry that I felt like your parents should know what we’re going to do! I’m sorry that I’ll never be the perfect little wife for you, that I won’t be good enough for your parents, for your family, for anyone! All I've ever wanted to be was enough! And all you do is prove me wrong! I love you, Regulus. I truly do, so I’m sorry that me standing up for the both of us is embarrassing to you.” 

“You wouldn’t have to stand up for anyone if you just shut that big fucking mouth of yours! That’s all you have to do.” he snapped, his fists clenching. 

And this, this was just the beginning to the last straw.

He hurt you somewhere he knew hurt, you couldn’t help that you talked too much. It’s just that you always have so much on your mind that you can't help but spew out the words flowing inside you. And Regulus was one of the people who didn't mind it, in fact he actually enjoyed it. Having someone always initiate conversations, someone to actually talk to, someone who didn't bore him to death. 

But now, all the boy would know were small replies and nods of your pretty head. 

Your eyes welled up as you fought back the tears threatening to spill. Your throat had a lump caught in it and you tried so damn hard to swallow it as you tried to digest your pride at the same time. Hearing those words leave the precious boys lips froze you. You felt like you were stuck in the same place as time flew by. You watched as everything sped past you, graduation and even your own wedding. 

It didn't even feel like the most special day of your life, it felt like every other day of your life, except this time you were in a big white dress. You couldn’t even remember the wedding night, it was a blur. The only recollection you had were his lips on your neck and by then everything faded to black. 

YOU'VE NEVER felt so…numb before. You’ve gotta say that you owe a thank you to the curly haired boy because if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t have stayed silent for all this time.

He was the reason for the eerie sensation that lingered in the air when he tried to talk to you. He tried so hard to crack the code and understand why you would no longer speak or utter a word.

He had noticed how quiet you’d gotten after the fight you both had, but he didnt think about it much. Because he noticed how much happier his mother was after he had told you to stop talking and you seemed like you didn't mind.

So what was the problem? Did you not love him anymore? He couldn't comprehend it? What had he done wrong? 

But what you saw was that he wanted you to stop talking and all you did was obey. So why was he so mad? 

“Y/n, you’ve got to stop playing this stupid game–just fucking talk to me! Merlin, I miss the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you talk, I just miss that spark you had. I miss the old you.” ah, the last words he had said made you laugh, just a little. 

His eyes widened, finally he had heard some sort of laugh from you. “You miss the old me? I thought you were embarrassed by her.”

“Wha–what are you talking about?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” 

“I don’t, so please inform me?” 

“Are you that fucking daft?” you said in a short answer, boredly your fingers nimbled with your wedding ring. 

“y/n, just tell me!” 

“No.” slowly, you slipped the ring off and he watched you with careful eyes. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, skeptically as he took a step forward closer to your frame.

“Nothing!” you chirped a little too quickly and slid the ring back on. 

Following, you turned on your foot and walked away from him to your shared room at his parents home. 

Slowly, you sat on the bed criss crossed and took a deep breath in as you stared out the window. Merlin, what were you doing with your life? All you did was waste your days sitting in a room waiting for your husband to come home, careful to not disturb your in-laws because you weren't in the mood to get slapped. But at least you had some people to keep you company, Sirius, Remus, Peter, James, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. They all sent at least one letter a day to keep you up to date with their lives and you’d do the same, even if all you wrote back was the same old staying cooped up in a room until your lover came home. 

Sirius, he felt terrible for you. He knew you were a sweet girl, and for you to be treated like something that regulus couldn’t lose, something that'd always be there, he felt bad for you and was ashamed of his brother. Even with the past history of you two, you both found a way to reconnect as friends after the marriage without making it awkward because you guys were in-laws after all. 

“I’m telling you Moony, Y/n feels like rubbish being with Regulus! All her letters are the same thing, she does the same thing everyday! Stays in his room, that's it!” Sirius exclaimed, angry at his younger brother for treating his wife like that. He and Remus were at the Potter’s (Lily and James, of course). 

“You're right, Pads…but what can we possibly do about it?” 

“I–I don't know–but I will, just give me time! I’ll owl her and ask her to meet me.” 

–

HE WALKED into the room, he was exhausted and he saw that you were too because of your sleeping body on the bed. He smiled to himself, he loved you so much and he just wanted you to feel better. All he wanted in that moment was to wrap his arms around you and not feel you tense, but melt like how you did in fifth year.

The things he would do to have you back and not this ghost, a fake. He still remembered that conversation you both had in the common room that night, your spunkiness and how unexplainable you were to him, he wanted to know you even more than he already did. There was something about you that drew him in, wanting more. And now that he had more, it seemed that you had less. Less energy, less personality, less light, less…love. That was his biggest fear, the day you realized that you no longer loved him and would leave him alone. He couldn’t love in the dark, he needed you, his light. 

You were his light in the end of the dark tunnel, because all you’ve ever done was bring out the best in him. You weren't afraid to push him out of his comfort zone and he was thankful for that, without you he wouldn't have experienced so many of the things he had now, like love. But he was afraid that love was what you were not experiencing. 

He missed the way you sparkled, glistening. You held your hand out to him and he gladly took it, you brought him out of the shadows and introduced him to the spotlight on a stage.

A stage where he and you played the role of the love stricken fools who were too young to know what love was. But he swore to Merlin that this was love, the way your hand felt in his hand was love, the way you rolled your hips against him was love.

But what wasn't love was the way that you'd neglect his touch, the fact when he wrapped his arms around you, you didn't shiver the way you used to, now you shiver with a cold disposition. It was no longer warm, it was freezing. He didn't know what to do to thaw you out? He couldn't figure it out?

What he didn’t know was that you didn't feel like you were living, you felt like you were surviving. 

He wished something or someone would give him a fucking sign! 

That’s when a bird that looked oddly familiar knocked at the window, a letter in its mouth. Regulus looked at it curiously before he reached out to receive the parchment. That’s when he noticed the names.

To: Y/n Black 

From: Sirius Black 

His brow furrowed at his brother's name, “What could he possibly want to tell her?” he scoffed under his breath. 

Carefully he unwrapped the message to read: Hey, Y/n! I noticed that you seemed lonely, so meet me in Diagon Alley at The Leaky Cauldron for a good time!

“Lonely? A good time? What the fuck–I fucking knew it. She’s cheating on me with my own damn brother, of course she would! She was with him first, she’d always choose him over me.” he crumpled the paper up with hatred forming every wrinkle and crack onto the paper. Following, he hurled it into the trash can. Grabbing his coat, he looked back at you sleeping and grumbled under his breath, “I’ll give someone a damn good time tonight and it won’t be you, Mrs. Black.” 

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Lush | Epilogue

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: The untamable girl now has her place next to the scary gangster who rules London and the silver linings take their place as time passes.

Warnings: Some sexual content

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10  | Part 11

“Sorry we’re late, I had some things to do.” “By ‘things’, she means me.”

It feels warm.

A sturdy surface behind, a soft one nevertheless. It moves, muscles illuminated by the gentle morning sun as it seeps through the slightly open window. Summer is near, the kind spring weather gracing the inside of the room with a whiff of the newly blossomed flowers right near the corner.

He takes a breath in, low and calm. His sleep has been better for the last couple of months, less nightmares and the girl of his dreamiest dreams next to him. London, on the other hand, was still a shithole but it had brought her to him so he decided not to hold a grudge against the pavement he walked on.

It’s a feeling of flying almost, as you slowly blink to open your eyes. He’d been counting your eyelashes, trying to memorize the lines of your face like he does each morning he has with you. It feels almost like a habit when your eyes open and meet his blue orbs, the ordinary watching ritual a common thing of sorts as he’s afraid of a couple things happening, so he soaks in every moment he has with you.

Accident, fate or good luck. It was one of the three that had brought you into his life, his warm bed. Your hands reach for him but he’s already grabbed one, gentle as he kisses the palm of your hand. You smile, involuntary this time and he revels in it. This is it, the softest and the purest form of love he’s known.

Before he has to put on the dreadful weight of being ‘Mr. Solomons’. He’s just Alfie now, yours too as far as he’s concerned and you, the same. There’s no pretty dress on your body, no smirk of flirty eyes as you stare up at his now slightly elevated body next to yours. It’s easy, being with him and you have found yourself losing the game for the first time.

You had concluded a week ago that you’d leave the poor man out of the game.

You didn’t want to play anymore.

Not that it wasn’t fun, oh it very much was but because you had found a worthy partner. You could play the game with him until the end of time and he’d still surprise you, it kept you on your toes just like you’d kept him on his ever since he’d met you.

You feel his strong arms move under the duvet, hands reaching for the covered parts of your body before his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, no teeth or any kind of rushing in his demeanor as he says good morning to you in the best way he knows how. Your mewls get absorbed by his heavenly mouth before he breaks the kiss, a knowing smile on his lips as he hovers on top of you before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Mornin’, luv.” his voice is gruff, unfiltered in the best way possible and you can only greet it with a nod and a smile.

He knows what it means.

Although the chase was long, he would’ve done it again for however many times you’d want if it meant that he got to have you by his side, looking at him through sleepy eyes with a wide smile like this. He knows that you know it, too.

He’s learned things along the way of playing this game: patience, empathy and the most important of all, that he could be loved. It seemed so out of reach for him but it found him in the strangest form possible: in a little fiery lady who wouldn’t give him what he wanted, no matter what but you saw no regret on his face when he hovered above you, starting a trail of kisses from your lips to the place you were most excited to have him.

And the morning was once again filled with the kind of bliss he’d never known.

----

The inside of the hall is big, too big for a family of three but you let it go the minute the car stops. The mansion is grand, made of stone of the best kind and it’s easy to see the envy in the other guests’ eyes, although it’s absent in the eyes of the man next to you.

He grabs your hand, a low and almost unnoticeable grunt escaping his lips the moment your skin meets his. He doesn’t realize but he’s grown co-dependent. Can’t do a thing if it’s not with you, doesn’t seem right to the gangster to leave his lovely girl out of things. You both walk inside the big house, eyes focused on the two people who had invited you here in the first place.

You know the Shelbys from that one time you’d gone to Birmingham with Alfie and the rest had been easy, some events here and there where you’d see the main man and his wife in his arm. You think he’s friends with Alfie, something along the lines of enemies that are bonded with committing the same sin. 

The pleasant exchanges are made then, a kiss on your cheek from Grace and a nod from Thomas as he and Alfie speak. You don’t mind the commotion of appearing like this, as his girl, not after all that you’ve made him go through even though your brute was tougher than any other lad you’d been with.

“We were expecting you a bit earlier, Alfie. There’s business to discuss.” speaks Thomas and you can see the glint of frustration in Grace’s eyes but she doesn’t say anything. 

You then speak, as it was partly your fault of trying to get Alfie’s suit off of him the minute he’d showed up looking more dapper than usual. A smile graces your lips as you look at the brummie and speak. “Sorry we’re late, I had some things to do.”

And Alfie laughs at that, fucking snickers, and unlike a normal lady would, you don’t glare at him. It’s clear as day anyway, that you’re his now and he’s yours. You don’t see the reason on beating around the bush or making excuses but you still don’t know if you can trust the man before you so keep things simple.

Thomas then nods but Alfie cuts in, an amused tone to his voice as he speaks. “By fuckin’ ‘things’, she means me.”

And you see Grace’s eyes widen as her mouth opens, a shocked wave going through the conversation but all Thomas does is nod and offer you a smile. The dynamic is simple in his eyes, you’re the boss of the gangster who’s set on ruling every corner of London and you think, it just doesn’t get better than that.

You just nod at Alfie’s words before an hushed ‘Alright’ leaves Thomas’ lips and you’re off, into the party to drink a little and to make sure you cause trouble, contained this time as Alfie keeps you away from real trouble.

So you go in, with Alfie’s hand enveloping yours and sit him down so you can get a drink. He has a smile on the entire time as he watches you dance, but it’s not with a lad this time. It’s for him, and the entire hall knows that it is and he feels his chest puffing and feels like a giant among men.

Because he got the girl.

----

“No.” the plea leaves your lips like a prayer as he creates a trail with his kisses, from your neck to your cleavage. Almost, relentless, he kisses your lips once more to a point where you think they’ll be bruised but neither of you care.

He knows you don’t mean it.

You don’t want him to stop, quite the opposite but it’s a foreign room in Thomas’ mansion and you don’t want to be found by the icy eyed man, not like this. Normally, you don’t care and you have no intentions of stopping Alfie to begin with but the setting makes you a little uneasy.

But his lips make you forget.

His hands slowly inch closer to your inner thighs and he feels you squirm. A smirk graces his beautiful, now swollen lips and you find it hard to meet his eye when he looks this out of his element: disheveled hair, greedy hands and hungry eyes. This is the Alfie that you revel in. 

“No what?” he asks, teasing as his fingers inch closer to the one place you need him the most. He only thinks about your pleasure at the given moment, tonight is about you.

He already feels like he’s won.

He sees the glint of annoyance in men’s eyes when they see you with him. There’s an immeasurable amount of jealousy he cannot account for and it all comes from the surrounding lads. He’s won, he has the girl everyone wants but most important of all, she wants him just as fiercely.

“We shouldn’t.” you whisper against his lips but he keeps on kissing you, swallowing any other words that might come out while his fingers work their magic, agonizingly slow.

“Ya’ want me to stop ,eh? he asks in between the kisses this time even though he already holds the answer in his hands. 

He’s a right bastard.

You only shake your head as he keeps on kissing you, you taste like candy to him and he keeps on kissing you as his hands travel along your thighs. He feels your breath hitch, a smug smile on his lips not too long after that to prove his point.

You’re his, undoubtedly and this only goes to prove it.

And you still don’t think much of it. How he caresses your hair as you sleep, the twinkle of his eye when you show up at his office and the way his voice is softer, calmer around you. You know you’re his and it makes you feel at peace, not suffocated because he’s as much as yours.

When you gather the energy to open your eyes, to look into his orbs, you realize this place is not the place he should have you. He’s done it against his desk, in one of the storage rooms in the bakery and every single room in his house but not here, not on his business partner’s library.

“Alfie.” you speak against his cheek and it’s more of a plea this time. Your way of telling him to stop but not because you want him to but because the scenery is not the best at the given moment.

He then kisses you for one last time, takes all his might to stop himself from doing anything else but his body leaves yours soon and he sees you, sitting on the small sofa, panting with lipstick over your lips. He’s never seen you more beautiful, he thinks and helps you with your dress that now houses a few wrinkles here and there due to what his hands had been doing a minute prior.

“When we get home...” he hears you mumble and watches you take off your heels. You have no interest in the fancy party anymore, it seems but he has business to take care of.

He then walks you to one of the bathrooms, kisses you on the lips once more and tells you he’ll be back. You don’t ponder on it, only ask him to be safe and he disappears behind closed doors.

----

He finds you cradling a new born.

Fuck.

There are things he’s thought of. He will ask for your hand, he knows this and is waiting for the right time, if there ever is that. He knows he loves you, and you’ve ruined other women for him to begin with and he’s not so daft as to look for another wife. He knows he lacks the time.

But this.....he hasn’t thought of.

You’re holding the little baby in your hand and swaying, cautiously so and he watches your eyes travel along the baby’s soft features. You’d never been the one to ask for happy endings, let alone a baby as motherhood seemed too much of a stretch for you but as he looks at you, a primal urge takes over him.

You don’t realize he’s walked into the room since it’s full of other people, wanting to get a look at the baby but Esme, who you meet five minutes after Alfie leaves to do some business, thinks the baby has taken a liking to you and will not let anyone else touch her as she sleeps in your arms.

When you lift your eyes, there’s panic and curiosity in them.

It could be possible. With him.

You mouth a ‘hello’ to him as you put the baby in her mother’s arms. There’s hesitation and he can sense it. But he’s made up his mind. He wants an army of babies, with you. He approaches you like he usually does, easy and with a smile and you return it before taking a step towards him.

“The business is taken care of then?” you ask, hand immediately reaching for his and he envelopes yours in his not too long after, he doesn’t have to be told twice.

He nods, still a bit shocked at what he found earlier with you holding a baby. Your eyebrows furrow as you pull him into a corner, he doesn’t protest, he thinks the shock is evident on his face anyway. Not for someone who doesn’t know him but for you. “What’s wrong?”

He senses the tense note to your voice but figures he’ll tell his girl just what she thinks, since he’s keeping a million secrets from his business partners. Figures it’ll balance each other out.

“The fuckin’ baby..” he says and trails off. He feels like he’s in a desert, parched for some water but not quite that either. He finds it harder and it hits him, five seconds later, like a punch on the gut.

He wants it.

The baby. With you.

“It’s a newborn, I think the father’s name is John?” you speak, nonchalant as your eyes trail off to where the Shelbys stand with the baby in their arms as they slowly sway. Alfie’s eyes don’t leave your face, he can’t. 

He remembers his mother then.

Him a young lad, barely able to grow a mustache and his mother trying to set him up with some real nice jewish girls. She had tried, too. He knows this, remembers it very well. His focus lands on you once more, the one before him who seems to have all the answers he never thought would be answered. He’s both scared and thrilled in a way that makes him feel ten times younger than he is.

“.....Esme told me she’s usually bit fussy with other people but she wasn’t so much with me.” you finish and Alfie realizes he hasn’t been listening, too busy daydreaming about what could be. You then raise your eyebrows, realizing what has been happening. He sees the glint of annoyance in your eyes but knows you won’t say anything. He seems too far gone.

“Well, why would she be.” he says, taking about the baby taking a liking to you and you smile at his words, nodding at last. A concerned look then finds your face and you return back to your question, listening intently.

“What’s wrong, Alfie ?” your voice comes out sweet, softer than he deserves, he reminds himself before holding you by the waist and pulling you close enough that you’re almost nose to nose. You wait for him to say something as he takes a breath in, calm but not at the same time.

“Would you....” he says, voice gruff and not able to complete the sentence. You don’t know where he’s going with it, only that the very hands holding you in place are slightly shaking. There’s clear fear in his eyes and it makes you afraid, too. A million scenarios going through your head.

“Tell me, baby.” you speak, gentle as you can be through the words and he melts.

He fucking melts.

He finds himself speechless because he knows it’s not fair. It’s not fair that he gets to have this, and you. He’s done bad things, he knows this. It follows him everywhere he goes and he doesn’t leave it for a second but there you are, ready to love him with all the shit he’s done and he feels his chest heave a little too fast. 

“Would you want that with me?” he speaks, in the most gentle voice you’ve heard him use and it takes you a second.

And it clicks.

The shaking, the wide pupils and the fear in his eyes.

But your heart screams yes.

Sure, motherhood seems a little out of reach but you figure if you were going to try it with anyone, Alfie is the best contender you’ve met. It would work, you think. There’s no denying or hating it. He would make it work for the both of you just as he’s done with most things. It does make you scared, you don’t hide it but know he’ll be there. He’ll be a perfect father and you realize it all in a split second.

“You’re asking me if I would want to have a baby with you?” you say, a smile on your lips as he holds you close still. He doesn’t let go, feels incapable of it. And there’s no humor in his eyes this time. Just pure fucking questioning.

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, woman.” he says and it makes you chuckle as you nod.

“Yeah, I would.” your voice almost a whisper but he’d heard it. Too clear for his own good.

And you knew it would keep him up at night but still said it anyway.

He’d thought you many things: from how you could get on Ollie’s good graces by sometimes meeting with his girl and countless times he’d tried to teach you how to drive. He had also taught you to be patient, although you still struggled with that. He had also taught you to be completely and utterly honest and perhaps that came off as blunt sometimes but always ended up working out. 

And you would want it.

It scared you shitless. Too much if you were honest, since these things had seemed so out of reach for you but there he was, your handsome stranger you had met one night on a lucky strike asking you if you’d be the mother to his kids. Who were you to say no?

You watched his bottom lip tremble, a tiny movement that told you everything you needed to know. You kept him in place as he nodded, one too many times and realized that you were in fact serious. There were incoming tears you saw a glimpse of which made you speak.

“I would like that, Alfie.” you say and his entire body relaxes, still under your touch. 

He nods and hums, still under some kind of spell as she stares at you. “Hm.”

And he doesn’t really need to say much else.

You pull him towards the large doors by his arm, gentle as you drag him while waving goodbye to the hosts. You figure they have already taken care of their business and it’s all that would matter anyway. It’s your turn to have Alfie now. He follows, not a single bone in his body protesting as you lead him to the car.

“I’m taking you home.” he hears you whisper and he’s out of his trance after a split second.

Home.

You’re it for him. He hasn’t realized when you have become his home. It doesn’t matter where it is. He’s home at that moment because you’re there with him and for him. He realizes this is what his mother was talking about when she’d tell him stories about love and all that crap he was sure didn’t exist but there you are, something half his size telling him he has every capacity to be loved and to love.

He pulls you close then, putting both hands on your cheeks and kissing you. Again, again and once more after that. It’s a thankful kiss as his lips ghost over yours after a while, the greedy teeth nowhere to be seen as he comes into his senses and his hands move to your waist.

“Thank you.” he whispers and it’s all you need.

He’s yours. And you’re his.

----

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[luimagines]

Might I request some slight angst? Like the reader has a crush on the boys but they see them with their Zelda (or closest female friend) and think they're a couple (when actually the Link in question is asking for advice on their feelings for the reader)?

Masterlist

Angst, angst, angst!

It may end up a bit closer to hurt/no comfort.... But I can do that. It's not my forte but I can do that.

Part 1 will include Time, Sky and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Time

“Thanks for taking the time to talk with me Malon.” Time sighs and cradles the steaming mug of coffee in his hands. It’s warm against his calluses and he hopes that he can get this over with before one of the boys (or worse, you) comes in to look for him.

“Any time Link.” She grins and sits across from him at the table. “What is it that you need?”

“I need advice.”

“Oh?”

“I... think I might have a... I’ve been thinking more about one of my traveling companions than I believe is appropriate and I don’t know what to do next or if I should do anything at all.” Time bites his lip and drinks a quick swig of hot drink.

It does little to actually calm his nerves and instead he burns his throat something fierce. But a distraction is a distraction and he takes it for what it is.

“Link, I think the word you’re trying to use is crush. You have a crush on one of them.”  Malon smiles a little tensely. “We’ve already had this discussion on what a crush is a few years ago, remember?”

Time chokes on his own spit. 

Yes, yes he remembers.

He avoided Malon for a while before he manned up and had that conversation with her and told her that he wasn’t interested no matter how flattered he was. He considers himself lucky that she was wiling to still be his friend- he wouldn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Can I ask who it is?” Malon tilts her head. “A few of your traveling companions might be a bit young for you, you know.”

“No- it’s not...” Time is quick to shoot them down. “Not them... It’s...”

Time takes another swig, trying to pay more attention in the dimming burn as he speaks. He murmurs your name at first, not wanting to meet Malon in the eye as he says it. But she doesn’t understand- he can tell. So despite the ever growing blush on his face, he says your name louder and Malon beams.

“Oh them!” She gasps with a small clap of her hands. “Oh Link that’s wonderful!”

She reaches over to place a hand on his. “Tell me all about them. What can I do to help?”

***

You were busy (along with the boys) tending to the ranch that Time has made you all stop at for the day. He said that it was his Hyrule and that the place belonged to a close friend of his. That you were safe and no doubt welcome on their land.

You took the work in stride. 

It was hard  and sun was hot, but if a little work was all it took to pay for a warm meal and roof over your head to sleep for the night then you’ll do with no complaints.

The others not so much but hey- that’s on them.

They can sleep in the barn for all you cared, you were going to do your part.

And if Time was a little more appreciative in the meantime...? Well... you suppose that it would just be a bonus.

You have to make a good impression on the people he cares about after all.

You hold the pitch fork over your head and rest the rod against your shoulder, draping your arms over it as you walk by the house. You were on your way to the stables to catch up with Twilight and figure out what needs to be done next when you spot something through the window to the house.

In your periphery- and you have no idea how you managed to see him- was Time, sitting at the table with the lady of the house in front of him.

You gulp a little come to a stop, trying to stay to the side and avoid being seen while you watch them through the glass.

It looks like they’re talking.

Nothing to be concerned about.

But then you see Time blush and curl ever so slightly in on himself.

He says something.

And Malon looks like she could jump over the moon.

She’s quick to place her hands over his and lean closer to him.

Time doesn’t push her away and instead gets the softest- dare you say, dreamiest look on his face when he finally looks up to meet her eyes.

He smiles.

It’s bright and it covers his entire face as one hands comes up from the cup to cover half of it.

He looks so happy.

Has he ever that happy when you’re with him?

It’s an arrow to your heart and you look away from the delicate moment to continue doing... 

What were you doing again?

You feel the tears begin to pool in your eyes against your will because of course he would like her. 

He’s known her longer.

She’s so pretty. She was drop dead gorgeous with bright flame like hair, and bright eyes and her figure would have been any man’s dream.

She has a house- has land- has a place for him and possible future children and then some.

Time’s the hero here- he could have anyone he wanted by title alone.

What do you have to offer him?

Nothing here- that’s for sure. You don’t even have a lot to offer if you were in your own home let alone his.

You gulp and try to steer clear from the boys less you want them to see your heart breaking and actually ask you what’s wrong.

You don’t try to wipe your tears away when you go to put the pitch fork away in the barn.

Maybe you’ll sleep here tonight instead of in the house with the boys...

You don’t want to intrude on the alone time he’s probably been looking forward to once you’ve arrived.

You don’t wipe away your tears.

Sky.

“Zelda, I’m telling you I don’t know what to do here!” Sky whispers in a panic as he nearly tears his hair out. “I can barely form a coherent sentence around them- how I supposed to go through with this?”

“And here I thought saving the world would have been your biggest problem.” She giggles slightly with a gentle hand on her mouth. “Just talk to them.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“They are... so good and nice and friendly... and in no way shape or form see me that way. And I just stutter and stumble my way other them and - oh god- they have to think I’m incompetent-”

“Link.” She smirks and walks up her childhood fiend, wrapping her hands around him. “Deep breaths, ok? You are a strong, capable and an intelligent young man. You saved our people- you saved me. And there’s a whole lot more good you’re going to do. I want to see you do it. And if that means you go through with this then so be it. But you actually have to do it.”

Sky hugs her back and takes a deep breath like he’s instructed. “Ok. Ok. You’re right. I’m going to look like an idiot in the process but you’re right.”

“I care about you and your happiness, you know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you know I love you. right?”

“I love you too.”

“Good. Now, tell me all about them.” Zelda grin brightly as she pulls away. “We have to do this right and we only have one shot.”

***

You walked along the edge of Skyloft in an attempt to see beyond the clouds.

You can’t.

But that doesn’t stop from walking the perimeter regardless and trying to find a weak point in the cloud barrier. You also take the time to look around Skyloft and makes yourself acquainted with the place.

It’s smaller than you actually imagined it to be but it’s homey and you can see how it was able to produce someone as wonderful as Sky.

It’s nice.

You pass some of the others in the process and wave to them as you go- they look like they’re planning something with bombs, the edge of the island and a whole lot of rope.

If you walk a little faster away from them than your typical walking speed, that’s for you to know.

As you walk you come across a little alcove and climb through it out of curiosity.

It lifts you higher than you thought it would go and you mange to see Sky with a girl on the other side.

You try to remember who she is, or at least who she might be to Sky, what she might mean to him...

It hits you like a brick.

That’s Zelda.

The first Zelda.

The Hylia herself Zelda.

Your heart plummets at the sight of them alone together and you nearly fall over the rock at the thought of why they might be alone.

Zelda places her hands on Sky’s shoulder, talking to him sternly without hesitation and Sky smiles a little despite himself.

You can’t hear them and you know it would be rude of you to do this, but your morbid curiosity pushes you further and you crawl down.

Glutton for punishment you suppose.

“Ok. Ok. You’re right. I’m going to look like an idiot in the process but you’re right.” You hear Sky say. It’s a bit muffled and you have to strain yourself to hear it clearly but you don’t want to go further and out of your hiding spot in case they see you.

You look around the corner and see them hugging, tightly and with familiarity of comfort.

Right... childhood friends... and she’s so pretty too.... Man how can you compete with that?

“I care about you and your happiness, you know that right?” You hear her say. You gulp and try to fight your rising heart rate. You’re starting to breath a little heavier and have to cup your hand over your mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the sound.

“Of course I do.” Sky says.

“And you know I love you. right?” She says with no shame.

“I love you too.” Sky responds.

It’s the final nail on the coffin.

With tears now pouring down your face, you run away from them, from the alcove, from the boys by the edge of the island.

There’s not a lot of spaces to hide but you do find a spot behind the wall just on the other side of the island and hide yourself behind it.

You let yourself cry and try to take comfort from the little animals that come to see you out of their own curiosity.

Of course he’s with her.

Of course he’s taken.

Of course he doesn’t see you that way.

Why did you think he ever would?

Legend

“Zel, I’m not going to do this. You’re wrong. There’s nothing going on between us.” Legend sighs and runs his hands harshly through his hair.

“I beg to differ.” She rolls her eyes and flicks his forehead.

“Ow.”

“You’re blushing just thinking about them.” She crosses her arms. “Just admit to yourself you like them, I’m not asking you to confess to them...”

“Ok well-”

“Yet.”

“Zelda!” Legend jumps and rips his hat off. “I’m not- I just- I give up. I’m a lost cause. It’s never going to happen. I’m going to die alone and no one is going to remember me when I die.”

Zelda sighs and shakes her head, an amused smile on her face. “You’re not a lost cause. There’s a lot of ways this can go wrong but I promise you, not in the ways I’m sure you’re imagining.” 

“I love the vote of confidence.” He sulks and drops into a squat and holds his head in his hands.

“Link. I love you as my brother but you’re one of the most dramatic people I know.” She laughs.

“Zelda... I really like them.... What do I do?” Legend looks up with what can only be described as despair on his face.

“Well, you can try and do something for them or maybe get them something small that lets them know you’re thinking about them..” She offers. “What do they like?”

***

It’s not everyday that you find yourself inside the Hyrule Castle, let alone in a different Hyrule entirely.

It’s nice.

Different.

But nice.

You might be lost though.

Your group was allowed to explore for the time being as Legend tried to figure out what was needed to be done and where you would need to be situated. 

You were lost though.

There were so many hallways and doors and turns that took little to no time at all to disorient and confuse you.

At some point you end up on a balcony and you go to lean on the railing. It over looks a beautiful garden with a rose hedge maze. 

From the height that you stand, you can see Legend and Zelda talking in one of the corners of the maze, seemingly walking together, shoulder to shoulder, close and friendly.

You feel yourself tense a little and your grip on the railing tightens until your knuckles turn white.

It’s fine. 

They’re friends, right? Legend did say that he needed to talk to the princess.

So they’re talking. No biggie.

Zelda then smiles brightly and wraps her arm around Legend’s shoulder before leaning over and ducking closer to his face.

Did she just kiss him?

He doesn’t push her away. 

Your heart plummets and you turn away from the view, placing your hand over your mouth in shock. You gulp and turn back after a moment of digesting what you just saw.

Legend looks a little more miffed, running his hands through his hair and shaking it roughly. Zelda shakes her head and flicks him on the forehead. They interact with familiarity and you can see that they’re closer than Legend wanted the group to know.

Were they together?

Was it taboo? 

You look away again and leave the balcony, wanting to get away from the place as quick as you could.

Away from the garden.

Away from the princess.

Away from Legend.

He probably wanted to be alone with her for a reason- to keep it all a secret and not let it get out.

How could you stand a chance against the princess of all people? Someone that would share his position in history- a part of his trauma and adventure and shares those moments with him. Not to mention to social status and the fact that she’s already in his own Hyrule.

He deserves more than what you could give him.

He deserves to be happy.

You hope that she can give that to him.

Part 2 

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #linked universe

[zodiyack]

Lost And Found; Trois

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, very slight uh-references if you squint

Words: 909

(Series) Summary: A nurse saves Tommy in the war and it becomes his mission to find her afterwards. Their life together continues after he finds her~ The nurse from France has some friends over.

Note: Although I speak French, I'm not entirely fluent. Most of the time, I use words/sentences I know but there is still a chance I'll use a translator or just be wrong.

also- I'M BACK BITCHES

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Part one. Part Two. Part Three. More coming soon

The Shelby family insisted on hosting an afterparty full of Small Heath residents to celebrate the marriage. As of this moment, they were in the Garrison, men and women drinking like there was no tomorrow.

As a bonus surprise- before the wedding, Polly mailed out invitations to both the ceremony and the afterparty to the nurses Y/n worked with in France. Seeing her old friends brought a glowing smile to her face. Though, the smile wasn't nearly as big as the one she wore when she met Thomas at the alter.

The nurses gathered around Y/n, sending very obvious peaks Tommy's way. He was the topic of discussion as they caught up.

Rose quirked a brow, keeping her eyes trained on Thomas. The corners of her lips started to lift until a small smile rested on her face. "Il est ton mari?" He's your husband?

Y/n followed her friend's eyes, "Oui" Yes.

She smiled softly; it felt like only yesterday, she was nursing Tommy to full-strength, listening to him chat and shamelessly flirt with her, and now? Now she was married to him. Now she was married to the dream of a man that was named Thomas fucking Shelby.

"Ton mari a un visage interessant. Et, il a joli yeux! Tres beau!" Your husband has an interesting face. And, he has pretty eyes! Very beautiful!

"De quelle couleur sont ses yeux?" What color are his eyes? One of the other women, named Annie, stepped in, asking for the topic of interest with her head craned in attempt to find who they were looking at. She knew it was about her fellow nurse's husband, but that was all the information she had.

"Bleu, Annie! Il a les plus beaux yeux!" Blue, Annie! He has the most beautiful eyes!

"Si bleu, comme l'océan!" So blue, like the ocean!

"Plus bleu que l'océan!" Bluer than the ocean! Melanie sighed, a dreamy haze in her eyes.

Although they were openly "swooning" for her husband, Y/n felt no need to stop them. The words they spoke were empty in meaning. They would do the same back in France, gossiping over who was the dreamiest, hunkiest, most jaw-dropping soldier that they'd met.

They were the ones who poked at her to go for Thomas- however, they hadn't seen him, only heard of him through Y/n's shy and lovesick swooning, to which they teased her mercilessly.

"Ne soyez pas trop excité, c'est un homme marié." Don't get too excited, he's a married man. The logical thinking nurse of the bunch, Estelle, commented with a slight chuckle. She was the only one who hadn't gushed about some guy back in France. Every time the nurses went about the men, she'd smile and roll her eyes.

"Nous savons." We know.

"Nous ne sommes pas blesser quelqu'un!" We're not hurting anyone! Melanie paused, flinching a little when she faced Y/n, "Sommes-nous de vous déranger?" Are we bothering you?

Y/n chuckled, "Non, vous n'êtes pas me faire mal à l'aise!" No, you're not making me uncomfortable!

Rose swung an arm over Y/n's shoulder, the other over Melanie's, "C'est juste comme au bon vieux temps!" It's just like the old days!

"Oui!" Yes! The group laughed together.

From Tommy's point of view, Y/n was reconnecting with her friends from France. The man was clueless to the fact that he was the topic of discussion, let alone being flirtatiously gossiped about. No matter how much he had heard in France or from Y/n, none of it rubbed off on him, leaving him stuck at clueless.

John and Arthur tried helping Tommy by reading their expressions; giddy smiles, flushed expressions, sneaky glances over at Tommy. "All we know is that they're talking 'bout you, Tom." The two chuckled as they continued to watch the interactions unfold before them.

Tommy, however, was not all that amused. He was puzzled. Terribly so. "How is that?" He lit a cigarette, lifting it to his lips as he leaned against the counter.

"They keep looking over to you...and the constant giggles can't be about the slobs here."

"Not to mention, they look back at Y/n after looking at you." Arthur nodded in agreement. He caught the glance of one of the women, who gave him a giddy smirk.

The same nurse turned back to the others, "C'était sympa de te rattraper, mais j'ai peur j'ai...autres choses à faire." It was nice catching up with you, but I'm afraid I have...other things to do.

Arthur watched as the woman began to leave. He didn't miss the look she gave him as she passed. Clearing his throat, he excused himself similarly to the way she did.

Tommy rolled his eyes and John cackled (muttering with a shake of his head, "you fuckin' dog, Arthur"). They redirected their attention to the women around Y/n, John still chuckling a little, and just... watched. Although they couldn't understand the words spoken, they could see actions plain as day.

And right now, their actions were saying things that boosted Tommy's confidence. His elbows met the counter, leaning back. He caught Y/n's eyes, keeping her trapped as they stared. It didn't shock her to see lust in the blue orbs, but it did bring her great astonishment when he smiled slightly before pushing himself off the counter and walking towards her, saying nothing as he grabbed her arm, making the women stop talking in surprise, and paced impatiently out of the Garrison with her.

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[sichengtual]

— summary: you've said, time and time again, that there's nothing going on between you and changkyun. seems, though, you're the only ones that think that way.

— pairing: changkyun x reader, minhyuk x reader (platonic).

— au: not friends to lovers.

— genre: fluff, some angst (if you squint?).

— word count: 939.

— song: better — khalid.

— a/n: my gift for @svtxsoju, using the prompt #33 from this list. it's the first peek into the "loverboy" universe, coming soon!

You’re sure time feels different when it’s spent around Changkyun.

It feels as light as a leaf on a stream, as powerful as a strike of lightning. It passes by quickly, sometimes way too quick to savor; and it passes by slowly, almost slow enough for you to touch. It feels like the rush that comes from tempting fate and savoring limits, like the sudden drop of a rollercoaster; and it feels like a deja vu that produces the dreamiest tenderness. It’s warm, hot against your skin like a hug under the midday sun; and it’s cool, fresh like the rain that finally came with summer.

Time spent with Changkyun is an experience that requires constant discovery as much as it’s a walk down memory lane, touch igniting a fire that, time after time, threatens to consume you. Bit by bit, completely and mercilessly, burning down to the depths of your soul. It’s mouthwatering, the way he makes you feel like the biggest prize yet to be won and his most carefully guarded treasure at the same time; making sure to trail every inch of your skin while never telling you exactly how he feels.

You’ve never needed him to, anyways, because, even now, you’re not completely sure about the way you feel about him. Still, even if you were, you’re not sure you’d ever tell him.

Part of what came with Changkyun feeling like a dream was not knowing if he was real. Not knowing if he would stay, or simply fade into yet another memory the moment you allowed yourself to dream of everything that could be. And even if it hurt knowing he wasn’t completely there, thinking of him not being there at all always hurt the most.

“I’m glad you convinced him to come,” Minhyuk says, voice breaking you out from your thoughts. “I’m pretty sure Kihyun and I asked him like 500 times before he left the group chat and blocked our numbers. We live with him, though.”

It snaps you back to reality, and you see Changkyun standing near, back turned to you, eyes set on the breaking waves. His hair, longer than the last time you saw him, is rustled by the breeze, and his hands are nestled deep in the pockets of his hoodie. He doesn’t move, but your heart is beating a thousand beats per second by the mere thought of him ever turning around. Of locking eyes with you.

“I did not convince him,” you answer, rolling your eyes when Minhyuk sets his eyes on his friend. “Maybe your bathroom post-it notes got to him in the end. Gotta applaud you for your patience.”

“He literally never read those. He said he was coming the minute you said you were too, but if you want to call it a coincidence, I’ll just go along with it.”

“We’re not even friends, Minhyuk,” you try, shaking your head as the boy chews, loudly, on a bunch of sour skittles. “He’s your best friend, he obviously came for you. And Kihyun, and his bank account. And… probably also Hyungwon’s special lattes.”

“No one drinks Hyungwon’s lattes unless they want to solve an indigestion issue, really,” Minhyuk laughs, shaking the bag of sweets as if offering some. You don’t accept, no doubt they’re Ivy’s, and you’d very much rather not be an accomplice of Minhyuk stealing his partner’s sweets. “And come on, I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, and though cute, it’s DISGUSTINGLY obvious.”

“We don’t look at each other in any particular way,” you try to retort, but know it’s not really amounting to anything the moment he lets out a laugh. “Hey, really. We get together to study sometimes, and I see him whenever he tags along when you visit Ivy. I don’t even have his number saved.”

“But Ivy told me he texts you everyday!”

“Ivy tells you everything, don’t they?” You say, laughing when Minhyuk smiles at the thought of his partner, and you’re sure that you’re doomed if the look in your eyes when thinking of Changkyun is even remotely similar to Minhyuk’s when thinking of Ivy. “Okay, okay, you win. I have him saved, but I won’t tell you as what.”

“That’s for you to know, and hopefully, for me to never find out,” he says, laughing with you.

You’re not sure if it’s your laugh, or Minhyuk’s, or just him breaking out of his own daze, but Changkyun turns back to look at you. He raises one of his hands, previously in his pocket, into a greeting, and finally smiles when you return it. And it shakes you down to your core, because he smiles wholeheartedly, and carefree, and if you weren’t too afraid to admit your own feelings for him, perhaps you’d even say he smiles at you with something much stronger than a simple friendship.

“See, that’s what I mean,” Minhyuk says next to you. He looks over at you from the corner of his eye, smirking as he begins to walk away. His back is turned to you, but his words are still as clear as they can be. “You make him happy. I’ve never seen him smile like that with anyone before.”

So you smile back, stomach in a whirl that feels like butterflies setting flight, letting you ground yourself into the present moment while the entire world around you disappears. In that moment, there’s only you, and Changkyun, and the sea. He’s there, with you, and somehow, it feels like he’s there to stay.

You’ll wait for him, staring into the ocean as you do.

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