#we should eat dinner together more often i love hanging out with her

[carlyraejepsans]

GOD i love my roommate she's such a blast

#nothing happened i was just thinking about last night #we should eat dinner together more often i love hanging out with her

[greynatomy]

Out of Love

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

another angsty fic. idk why but i’m always emotional on my bday and it’s my bday so you guys should be emotional with me.

idk where this came from but happy reading and lmk what y’all think

-grey

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Lizzie and Yn have been together for three years. Best three and a half years of Yn’s life. She’s with the girl of her dreams, what more could she ask for?

For the past six months, she’s been planning something for Lizzie. Talking to many jewelers to get opinions on what ring designs. Even talked about it to your closest friend, basically a sister to you, Scarlett Johansson. In those six months, Lizzie noticed how secretive her girlfriend has been. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but every time she asks, she gets no explanation.

One day, walking to her usual coffee shop. Grabbing her coffee, she turns around, only to be hit by a force, spilling her hot coffee on them.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine. I wasn’t paying atten— Lizzie?”

Elizabeth looks up.

“Robbie! Hey. How are you?”

“Soaked as of this moment.”

“I am so sorry about that.”

“It’s totally fine. It’s my fault anyway. How ‘bout I buy you another cup while we catch up?”

“I would love that.”

After that moment, they started to hang out more often. They didn’t end their relationship on bad terms years ago, so she thought, why not befriend him?

She would go over to his place, have movie nights, cook dinner and he would come over to her place whenever you were out doing whatever that Lizzie stopped questioning.

It was surprising that the paparazzi hadn’t caught them hanging out together out of the comfort and privacy of their homes.

You were out running some errands one afternoon, when you decided to get something to eat. Walking to yours and Lizzie’s favorite coffee shop, you see her sitting at a table through the window. You pull out your phone and decide to give her a call.

Lizzie hears her phone ring, seeing your name on the screen, she silences it and out it away just in time for Robbie to come back from the restroom, not knowing you were outside watching the scene play out.

“Who was that?” He asked her.

“No one important.” She replied.

You don’t think much of it, just thought that she was catching up with someone, not being able to clearly see who she was with, you went home instead.

Some time has passed. You have three weeks until your four year anniversary, meaning three weeks until you propose. You’ve picked up the ring from the jewelers and it looked even better as you hold the finished product in your hand. You’re excited and can’t wait to spend the rest of you life with Lizzie.

Going home earlier than you told Lizzie, you picked up both of your favorite takeout to surprise her with. Not seeing her as you walk in, you set up all the food at the bar, going up the stairs to cal her down. Nearing your shared bedroom, you hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Give me another chance, please.” It was a man’s voice.

“Robbie.” Isn’t that Lizzie’s ex? You ask yourself.

“I like you, hell I still love you and these past couple of months prove that you have feelings for me too. Meet me at our favorite restaurant tomorrow at six pm if you feel the same way I feel towards you.”

There’s a small pause.

“Okay.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore of the conversation. You quietly hurry down the stairs write a note and grab your keys and wallet and drive off, not having a destination in mind, just wanting to be as far away as possible.

Lizzie walks downstairs shortly after, hearing a car outside thinking it might be you. Once she gets down, she sees the table set up with food. Getting closer to the table, she sees a note.

Will be gone for a while. Don’t know how long. Don’t call.

-Yn

She throws the note away and reheat the food to eat for dinner.

Three Weeks Later

In those three weeks, Lizzie did meet up with Robbie at their favorite restaurant. They’ve been seeing each other regularly without Yn being in the way, even forgetting about her existence.

They decided to go for a long scenic drive, turning the radio on high at a popular station.

“We have some new stuff that we’re gonna be playing in a bit. One song is from an artist that has not released a song in a long time. So, without further ado this is Out of Love by Yn Yln.” Lizzie’s breath hitches and her body tenses. She hasn’t heard about her for a while.

I won't tell you I'm lonely

'Cause it may be selfish

I won't ask you to hold me

'Cause that won't mend what's helpless

There's not a thing I could say

Not a song I could sing

For your mind to change

Nothing can fill up the space

Won't ask you to stay

But let me ask you one thing

Oh, when did you fall out of love, out of love?

Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

Did you find out about her and Robbie? How did you find out? When did you find out? When did she fall out of love with you? Did she actually fall out of love with you or just filling a missing void while you were gone?

I can't float in an ocean

That's already been drained

I won't cry at your feet now

I know my tears will fall in vain

There's not a thing I could say

Not a song I could sing

For your mind to change

Nothing can fill up the space

Won't ask you to stay

But let me ask you one thing

Robbie hasn’t said a word. He knew what they were doing was wrong, but he was too caught up in finally having the girl back that he didn’t care for the consequences.

Oh, when did you fall out of love, out of love?

Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

No use wondering

Why your change in heart has wandered

So I'll ask you this question

'Cause it might help me sleep longer

Oh, when did you fall out of love, out of love?

Oh, when did you run out of love for me?

Out of love (out of love)

Out of love (out of love)

Out of love with me

Lizzie was now full on sobbing. It made her remember all of the times she was with you, all the times she listened to your music and made being away from you hurt a little less. How did cheating on you suddenly become something she resorted to?

“That was Out of Love by Yn Yln. Wait, what?” The radio host mutes himself for a bit. “We’ve just received some very horrible news. Music sensation Yn Yln just passed away a couple hours ago.” Elizabeth’s world just came crashing down. She just froze, not knowing how to react to this news. “Her representatives have spoken and released a statement. Stress Cardiomyopathy or Broken Heart Syndrome, is what they said. Wow, she was so young too. That’s just crazy. Rest in peace to such a young and talented musician. She’s touched our hearts with her music. Thank you for blessing us with one last song.”

One. Last. Song.

Those words struck something in her. The song that just played was the very last one you released before you died. And it was you questioning her love for you, or lack there of. She felt guilty. You died from a broken heart. A heart that Elizabeth broke.

She never got a call about you when you passed. It seemed as though you removed her as your emergency contact. She stopped spending time with Robbie. He tried comforting her, but she didn’t want to be anywhere near her living and breathing guilt. She told him to stop contacting him and to lose all contact with her.

Leading up to the day of your funeral, dressed in all black and made her way to where you friends and family were gathered. Scarlett, seeing her come closer, stepped away from her husband.

“You have some nerve showing your fucking face here!”

Lizzie froze in her spot. All the attention was on her now.

“You don’t deserve to be here. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve been together for years because YOU are the REASON she’s GONE! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE! FUCK YOU!” Scarlett was getting pulled away by Colin. “LET GO OF ME!”

Lizzie breaks down, crying of guilt. Scarlett breaks down, crying of anger.

Lizzie eventually decides to leave, not wanting to upset Scarlett more. She knew how close the two of you were, how you passing is harder for her.

“Wait!” She turns back around seeing Scarlett walk to her with a box. “These are go you. You don’t deserve any of it, but she wanted me to give this to you. I don’t know if she knew of her dying, but she knew she wasn’t gonna see you anymore.”

With that, she drives back to you shared home with all the horrible memories with Robbie and the fainted ones with you.

Opening the box she notices three things. A letter, a flash drive and a small velvet box. Opening the velvet box, she sees a beautiful emerald ring. Knowing instantly the meaning of this ring, tears flood out of her eyes. Unfolding the paper it reads…

Lizzie,

If you’re reading this, then Scarlett thought that it was a good time to give it to you. I don’t even know where to start.

Well, I found out. I came home early to surprise you with our favorite takeout and went upstairs to call you down for dinner and overheard your conversation with Robbie. I wanted to know if you went through with his deal and you did so I am writing this as a goodbye to our relationship or not a relationship anymore I guess and to you.

In the flash drive, there’s a song I wrote—

Putting the letter down, Lizzie quickly grabs her laptop and plugs in the dive. She sees one file. She clicks on it and a song plays.

(it’s Emerald Eyes by Anson Seabra you don’t have to play it, just the song I had in mind)

—and it was supposed to be played right before I got on one knee and asked you to spend the rest of our lives together.

(You know how much I love your eyes, so I decided to write a whole song about how they make me feel.)

But, that won’t be happening anymore. After four years of us being together, you still weren’t over Robbie. I just wish that you broke it off with me before getting back together with him. Make it hurt a little bit less.

The ring is something I’ve been working on or working with people on. Took six months. It’s why I was always gone and secretive, which ultimately made you go to another so this whole thing is actually my fault. I drove you away and I’m sorry for me, but glad that you found your way back to the person you love even if that’s not me.

Im just rambling on paper now. I won’t be coming back for any of my clothes or anything. Only took the essentials so you can throw everything out. This is goodbye, I guess. I love you. I always will even if you don’t love me back.

Forever yours,

Yn

How can you blame yourself for her infidelity, she asks herself. You loved her so much that you couldn’t even point the blame at her.

She wishes there was a way to apologize to you. To tell her everything she did was a mistake. Most importantly, she never fell out of love with you. You understood and loved her like no other. She’ll never find anyone to love her like how you loved her, not even Robbie could love her like you did.

She was too late. She can never gain back the time to be with you again, not even for a minute. You were gone, believing she fell out of love.

Lizzie took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger.

“I do.”

But it’s too late.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagines #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #scarlett johansson imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen oneshot #scarlet witch

[lovelynim]

It's today

Genshin Impact - Cyno x Tighnari

A/N: I felt inspired to write something different for once and I decided to post it. I'm not the best at writing anything that isn't fluff, but oh well. Also, don't worry, this is not part of my current milestone event, it's just... the result of a sudden boost of inspiration.

Summary: Tighnari remembered an important date and decided to prepare something to celebrate.

Word count: 1665 words

Tighnari laid his body over the table, letting out a deep sigh. It should be enough work for today, he thought, maybe he should start getting things ready for tonight. He didn’t consider himself to be the most romantic man in Sumeru, but today was a special day: he and Cyno are celebrating another year of their relationship.

Unlike the general, Tighnari found some trouble when it came to expressing his feelings. He knew very well how sharp his tongue could be sometimes and how hard it was for him to not express some not-so-nice emotions under situations.

But there was no doubt about how they felt about each other - a beautiful, flourishing relationship built around love, trust and care. At the end of the day, he couldn’t ask for a better partner.

The fennec smiled, standing up from his chair and picking up the papers he scattered across the table. It was getting late and Cyno would be home at any time now: what should he prepare this time? Maybe he had time to cook something for them to eat together? He couldn’t remember any TCG card the general would be interested in… what if he prepared something else?

He giggled by himself with his thoughts, a flurry of ideas spinning around his head. Focus, Tighnari, he told himself, shaking his head and placing his hands on his cheeks. A dinner should do it, after all, Collei had been sleeping at their place recently and it wouldn’t be a good idea to leave her out of the celebration.

Tying his hair in a short ponytail, the forest guardian walked over to the kitchen, already picking up the vegetables he needed and a knife, beginning to prepare their meal.

While the knife sliced everything nicely, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift away. Archons, another year had passed them by… To think that one day, Cyno was chasing him around the Akademiya and, now, they were pretty much living together. If it wasn't for the other’s job, that required him to go out for days on end, they could at least see each other more often…

Looking down to the sliced up vegetables, Tighnari skillfully fetched a pan, using the knife to slide all the pieces inside it. Add some water, some spices and let it cook for a while - the recipe for a good old vegetable stew. He smiled proudly, already knowing that Cyno would complain about the lack of meat, but would give in to the taste at some point. So like him.

“Hmm… What now? It will take a while for the stew to finish cooking…” He muttered to himself, looking over his shoulder to check the clock hanging on the top of the wall. “Maybe I should take a showe–”

“Master Tighnari?” A familiar voice came from behind, making the fennec perk up his ears. Turning his head around, Tighnari greeted Collei with a smile, tilting his head.

“Oh, it’s you, Collei,” he walked towards her, “dinner will be ready in a while, would you like to join us?”

The girl widened her eyes, tilting her head slightly. “Ahm… ‘us’?” There was some concern on her voice - a pinch of worry as well.

“Ah, yes, Cyno will join us today, hehe,” he scratched his cheek with a shy smile on his lips, “we… are celebrating another year together today. I’ve been so busy with work that I couldn’t give much thought.”

“...master Tighnari, you-”

“I know, I know, I’m terrible at forgetting it,” he waved his hand, trying to shrug off the topic. He didn’t want to feel guilty about it, “but I’m preparing a nice stew for us, I thought it would be nice if I had a nice dinner for him when he got home and, well… you are part of our family, Collei, so feel free to join us, hahah.”

He turned back to her, but, instead of a smile of contempt, she was clearly at the verge of crying. She seemed upset - no, heartbroken would be the right word. Collei opened her mouth, ready to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“C-Collei?” The fennec quickly reached to her, holding her face into his hands, using his thumb to gently brush off a tear that was rolling down her cheek. “H-hey, there is no need to cry, you big lummox,” he scolded her softly, pulling her into a hug, “you know very well what Cyno and I think of you, you are part of our family…”

He could feel her hand tightening into a fist, gripping into his clothes as she held back a cry. Tighnari didn’t understand why she was so moved by something as simple as a dinner with him and Cyno, but maybe the girl had their own reasons.

“Listen,” he said, pushing her back a bit to look at her face - her eyes were watery and the tip of her nose, reddened. “Go get yourself ready and I’ll set the table, alright? We don’t want Cyno to see you like this, he will get all worried, Collei!”

“B-but, master Tighnari- a-ah, wait, please!” She tried to protest as he slowly dragged her across the house, taking her to the bathroom.

“I think we still have some of your clothes in our room, I’ll go fetch them for you, ok?” He said, smiling as he patted her head, trying to give the girl some comfort, “let’s enjoy it - just the three of us.”

Again, Collei wanted to talk, but words simply wouldn’t leave her mouth. It was like if something was stuck in her throat. So, unable to contest, she nodded, giving her master a sad smile. “Alright, thank you, master Tighnari,” she said, watching as he closed the bathroom door.

Leaving her there, Tighnari quickly ran over to their bedroom, looking into their closet, where they used to keep her stuff. “I hope these still fit her…” He smiled, letting out a small chuckle of worry - hopefully, she would get better after a hot shower.

Leaving her things near the bathroom, the fennec rushed back to the kitchen - since he wouldn’t have time to prepare himself, at least he could get the table ready: three bowls and sets of cutlery - all nicely placed on top of the table.

“Archons, can’t the time pass a little slower?” He muttered, checking the clock again and surprising himself with how fast the hour went by. Cyno should be getting home anytime now.

Waiting a couple more minutes before turning off the fire, Tighnari hummed pleased as he could feel the scent of the stew filling their house. He took a seat, crossing his legs and eying the clock, waiting for the moment of truth.

However, for some reason, it didn’t happen.

The fennec slowly grew impatient, his eyes drifting back to the clock every five minutes. The sun had already set a while ago, what was taking Cyno so long? Maybe he forgot, Tighnari thought, after all, the general had just as much work to do as he did - and he almost let the date slip unnoticed.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, the forest watcher crossed one leg over the other, shaking his foot as the anxiety took the space within his heart. The different ‘what if’s occupying his mind as he couldn’t help, but to worry.

The general’s job was dangerous, after all, he needed to deal with all kinds of threats and dangers, so anything could have happened and, when Cyno was nearly an hour late, all the possibilities started crossing Tighnari’s mind.

“...master Tighnari?” Collei called from the corner of the room, slowly walking in with the clothes her master had picked for her. The fennec’s frown gave place to a small smile. 

“Ah, sorry, Collei, you must be hungry, right? If you want, you can eat. I’ll wait for Cyn-”

“Master Tighnari, please!” She shouted, clenching her hands into fists and starling the other. Her teeth sank into her inner lip, gathering the strength she didn’t have earlier that day, “p-please, stop this.”

“W-what? What do you mean, Collei?” He said, pushing his chair back as he slowly stood up, approaching her as if she was some kind of scared wild animal. She was trembling, again, in that same state from before.

“Master Tighnari… I know you miss him, b-but-”

“Of course I miss him, Collei, I lov-”

“Just listen to me!” She raised her voice again, letting out a small gasp. She could feel that interrupting him for a second time angered him, but he still nodded, waiting for her to finish. “Master Tighnari… The general is not late. He… he is not late because he is not coming home, either.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She sighed. She remembered what Dehya told her, what Kaveh and Alhaitham personally warned her about. She knew it wouldn’t be easier, but it was way harder than she expected it to be.

Collei insisted for him to sit down before she resumed speaking and, as confused as he could be, Tighnari followed her orders. His apprentice could tell as, slowly, he came back to his senses.

“I-I’m sorry, master Tighnari, but I-”

“Don’t… don’t apologize, Collei, it was… my mistake,” he sighed, placing a hand over his eyes as he lowered his head. “Maybe… I’m getting senile, hah…”

“P-please, don’t say such things about yourse-”

“I need a moment, please,” Tighnari said in a shaky voice, still refusing to look her in the eyes. “D-dinner is ready… F-feel free to eat som-”

Before he could finish, Collei launched herself at him, tightly wrapping her arms around him, feeling how his tears were slowly wetting her clothes. “...I miss him, too, master Tighnari.”

In a silent cry, Tighnari’s trembling hands reached back for her, returning the hug as he finally broke free from the denial. It was today that he and Cyno would celebrate another year together - that if only Cyno was still among them.

#genshin impact #cynonari #tighnari #cyno #collei #angst #fanfic

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Manager Has a Secret Partner

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: minor Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request! I'm doing a female manager with a male partner for this one just because I can imagine Atsumu just losing his ever loving mind 🤣

Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

First off, YN you owe them nothing 🗣

They all know this

Correction: everyone BUT Atsumu knows this

Sure they will be jealous but they will respect you

I think we all see why you don't want to tell anyone

I meam, look at what you deal with every single day YN 😮‍💨

It's exhausting

Plus you like to keep somethings to yourself

So when the Captain of the baseball team asks you out, you go

He's very much your type and very much not Atsumu 🤣

He doesn't mind keeping your relationship on the down low

You have alot of classes together which makes it easy to see each other

You have the same friend group so you eat together daily 😊

It's honestly a pretty awesome system

Now before you say anything, I think the third years might have an idea that you are dating someone

They can't be positive but at the same time, you are often the discussion of their daily chats 😅

"You really think YN is with someone?"- Aran

"I see her with the baseball captain all the time. I mean they never kiss or anything but still"- Michinari

"Well I mean it doesn't impact her job as our manager so does it really matter?"- Omimi

They all agree, it doesn't

However, "all" in this situation does not include the 2nd years 🙃

Please Atsumu flirts with you daily and you just wave him off

"Come on YN, just give in and go out with me already?"-

"Absolutely not"- you 😐

"YN come on! How awesome would it be for the manager to date the setter? Pretty freaking awesome"- Atsumu, hyping himself up

"I think it would be cool for YN to date the middle blocker"- Suna 😏

"YN should choose who she wants to date"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻🤨

"I'm pretty sure if you were the last man left on earth, YN would take her chances alone"- Osamu

Please you tow high five 🙏🏻

I know it's the prayer emoji but it's gonna be high five ok 🤣

Honestly your work as Inarizaki's Manager is so freaking exhausting 😓

So exhausting your boyfriend has started to notice

"Yn they are running you ragged"- your amazing bf

"Nah this is just how it goes. Besides, it's not the team that's running me, it's Atsumu"- you

"Do you want me to talk to him?"- your bf

You 👉🏻😅 no-

There is enough drama on the team, we don't need more ok 🤚🏻

However that's about to change 🙃

Because low and behold, it's your 6 month anniversary with your boyfriend

You've decided you're going to go out to eat after your practices end

Unfortunately for you, since you have an amazing boyfriend but also can't have nice things, he decides to surprise you by picking you up

Now to be clear, it's not that you don't want people to know about your relationship

It's simply EASIER for them to just not know 😅

However, you are YN and you are in my headcannons

Which means I get to make your life miserable 🙌🏻

You are filling up water bottles when you hear

"What the hell are you doing here?"- Atsumu, yelling at someone

You tighten the cap and rush out to sew your boyfriend squaring off the Atsumu

😃 crap-

"Bf name, what are you doing here?"- you

"I came to surprise you but it seems like someone wants to pick a fight"- your boyfriend

"You do realize baseball isn't a sport you play in a gym right? Or don't any of you have brains?"- Atsumu, mocking your boyfriend

"Enough Atsumu, stop! Ill be done with practice soon then we can go to dinner"- you, trying to gain control

"Go to dinner? What the hell YN? I've asked you to dinner no less than 10 times and you've always said no"- Atsumu

Please Osamu, Ginjima and Suna (with camera) have all gathered round 😅

Kita, Aran, Michinari and Omimi are all hanging back

You know- observing 👀

"Atsumu that's enough"- Kita

"You've been hitting on my girlfriend?"- your boyfriend now squaring off with Atsumu

"You bet I have- wait 🤨 girlfriend?"- Atsumu now looking at you

You 👉🏻👀😗🎶

"Yeah YN's been my girlfriend for 6 months now. She didn't want to tell you because she knew you'd pull this crap Atsumu"- your Boyfriend

By now, Atsumu is glaring at you 😑

You are just like 😱 would you look at the time ⌚️

Please Suna has moved to get a better angle 🤣

"YN are you really dating him? The badrba captain really?"- Atsumu, now being dramatic 🙄

The jig is up YN just admit it

"Yes Atsumu"- you, sighing in defeat

"*GASP* YN HOW COULD YOU?"- ATSUMU

"😐 you're making it a bigger deal than it is"- you

"HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THAT?"- Atsumu, now drastically crying

"God you are so dramatic"- Osamu rolling his eyes

"Who had YN for this week's betrayal bet?"- Ginjima

"I did!"- Aran raising his hand

"Damn I was sure it would have been Suna again"- Michinari

Atsumu is just standing 🧍‍♂️ there like 👁👄👁

"Oh please like we don't go through this all the time Atsumu"- you

"Yeah it's like a drama fest every day with you"- Omimi

"ME- YN IS THE ONE THAT BETRAYED US"- Atsumu

"No she didn't betray anyone"- Suna

Please your boyfriend is just standing 🧍‍♂️ there like 👉🏻 😃 this is the weirdest team ever, I gotta get YN out of this

"I'll be done in a few. Wanna wait here?"- you kissing your boyfriend cheek

"Sure"- him still confused

Please Atsumu will stare at him the entire time

You should know by now YN, managing Atsumu Inarizaki is never going to be easy 😅

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #inarizaki headcanons #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x y/n #inarizaki manager #inarizaki #inarizaki x female reader #inarizaki x manager #inarizaki x you #miya atsumu #miya osamu #suna rinatro #ginjima hitoshi #kita shinsuke #akagi michinari #ren omimi #aran ojiro

[randoms-fandoms]

Hi :) would you mind doing a Zane x gn Reader where they’re just having a rough day and everything seems to be going wrong but he’s there to comfort them? If not that’s completely okay too :3 have a good day

(bonus points if it has PIX in it absolutely love her)

Of course! I love Pixal too <3

Warnings: food/eating mentions, minor injuries, bugs (spoilers you get stung by a bee)

Relationships: established Zane x gn reader

You had been looking forward to your date with Zane for a few weeks— it had been a while since your schedules had aligned so you could hang out together, and you missed him.

After you got out of bed, you immediately went to put on your clothes— getting dressed always helped you feel more awake. Thankfully you had prepared an outfit the night before! You had saved it specifically for this day.

After getting dressed, you went to your kitchen to make breakfast. You smiled, looking forward to a good meal. Having had an early dinner the night before, you were pretty hungry.

It was understandably very disappointing to find out that you were out of bread, meaning you couldn’t have toast. Dang it… I’ll just fry an egg.

As you waited for your egg to cook, you texted Zane. He always replied quickly; text notifications went straight to his display.

Good morning!

I’m excited to see you later :]

You grinned. You had been the one who taught him about emoticons, and as far as you knew, he only ever used them with you. It felt like a fun little inside joke.

You got so distracted thinking about Zane and re-reading his cute texts, that you didn’t notice when your egg was finished cooking. Not until you smelled it burning,

Panicking at the amount of wispy smoke coming from the small pan, you quickly tried to get it off the heat— but in your haste to move it, you burned your arm on the hot edge of the pan!

Exclaiming in pain, you dropped it to the stovetop and rushed over to the sink to run your arm under cold water.

Feeling tears form in your eyes at the scare— and the pain— you waited for your heartbeat to return to normal. You couldn’t help but think of Zane and his ice powers… he would help me if he was here.

Removing your arm from the stream of water, you frowned when you saw the thin reddish-pink line left on your forearm. It stung as soon as you took it out of the water, but you still needed to handle your egg.

You decided to eat it anyway, despite the fact that one side was burned and one side was runny. It wasn’t very good, but that didn’t matter— you were going to meet Zane at the park in just an hour!

Suddenly feeling thirsty, you decided to get a cup of water.

Pouring yourself a nice cold glass definitely cheered you up— But for some reason (who knows, maybe your hands were still shaking from the adrenaline rush of an injury), you managed to spill the entire cup all over yourself.

You took a deep breath. I am not going to let my day be ruined.

Looking through your clothes, you were immediately stricken with dread upon finding nothing you liked. You wanted to look good seeing Zane for the first time in weeks, but all your other favorites were probably in the wash— how unlucky.

You sighed, deciding to change into a pair of shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. It wasn’t terrible, but you never really liked the way the sleeves fit on that particular shirt. Oh well.

After drying off and changing, an alarm went off on your phone: leave for park!! You were already exhausted before you left the house, but you hoped it would all be worth it.

As you stepped out your front door, you got another notification on your phone:

I just found out Pixal is in town!

Do you mind if we hang out another time?

Your heart sank. Yes, I do mind. But you knew Pixal didn’t visit as often as Zane liked, and the two of them were best friends…

Frowning, you thought about what to say. Should I be honest? He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t care what I wanted, right?

Thinking of a solution, you quickly typed out your response:

Can we all hang out together?

Good idea! see you soon!

Sighing with relief, you were glad that problem had been fixed. You didn’t know what you would have done all day if Zane really cancelled on your date.

As you walked down the street on the way to Ninjago City Park, you admired the clouds in the sky. They were white and fluffy, like cotton candy. I wonder if vanilla flavored cotton candy exists?

You were suddenly broken out of your thoughts as you tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. As you fell forward, you managed to catch yourself, but that didn’t stop you from bruising and scraping both your knees and hands. Ow…

You quickly stood up, hoping no one had seen you fall, and wiped your hands on your shirt, accidentally smudging dirt on the front. You hoped Zane and Pixal wouldn’t notice.

Humiliated by the fall, you walked the rest of the few blocks to the park with your hands in your pockets, staring at the ground. Your scraped knees hurt with every step, and at this point you really didn’t want to be out and about at all.

“Hey, over here!” Zane’s cheerful robotic voice called from a little ways down the street. He stood at the park entrance with Pixal, waiting for you.

You smiled at your friends and quickened your pace. “Hi guys,” you said, relieved to finally have met up. You gave Zane a hug, and he nearly lifted you off your feet hugging you back.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” Pixal said, also giving you a quick hug. “How are things?”

Things weren’t that great, to be honest. Both in general and that morning— but you didn’t want to overshare, so you kept it to a polite “Good, how about you?”

As the three of you began walking towards the pond in the middle of the park, Pixal told you and Zane about her recent endeavors— she had been working on customizing a motorcycle for herself! You thought that was a really cool project, and were distracted from your bad day for a few minutes.

“Let’s take a shortcut across the grass,” Zane suggested, pointing through some sparse trees to where the pond was.

That would have been a great idea, if not for the yellow jackets that had taken up residence in the ground nearby— it was initially Pixal who stepped on their tunnel, angering a few of the insects, and they ended up stinging you instead.

“Ow!” You shouted, quickly smacking away the bugs. You were embarrassed about yelling, but it hurt! You rolled up your sleeve to see the stings on your hand and wrist better. They were already swelling up. You frowned.

“Are you okay?” Zane asked, concern laced in his voice. He carefully took your wrist in his hand, using his ice powers to chill a few of his gloved fingers to help numb the pain.

You frowned, tears gathering in your eyes for the second time that day. “…No.”

“What happened to your arm?” Pixal pointed out the burn.

You sniffed, trying to keep from crying— everything hurt, and you were just having a terrible day… “Burned it making breakfast.” You replied sadly.

“Let’s go sit down,” Zane offered, holding your hand and guiding you the rest of the way to the water, where there was a nice bench in the shade.

As you approached the pond, you slipped in the mud, and fell down, getting mud all over your shorts and shoes. “Ugh, this is the worst day ever!” You finally gave in and complained.

Zane helped you stand up and sit on the bench. “What’s going on?”

You told him and Pixal everything that happened that morning. Zane nodded along sympathetically, holding your hand and letting you vent.

Pixal took out the first aid kit she always carried in her backpack and, with your permission, helped you clean up and bandage the scrapes on your knees.

“Thanks, Pixal.” You said, sighing. “I’m sorry for ruining our day out.”

“It’s not your fault,” Pixal replied as she stood up. “I promise we’re not upset.”

Zane nodded. “And if you want, we could go back to the Bounty and have a day in instead!”

You imagined relaxing comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, maybe watching a movie or playing games with Zane and Pixal— that’s a good idea. “Can we?”

“Of course!” Zane said with a smile.

After that, your day turned out to be pretty good.

A/N: i hope you enjoyed this! Zane and Pixal are the best :)

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Word Count: 4k

Neteyam x OC Na'vi

Aouthers note: Its a litte bit suggestive but not smut. I tried to not write this so angsty. BUT it has posesive neteyam!

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Saying Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan was obsessed with you was an understatement.

I could feel Neteyam’s eyes staring right at you from behind. We had gone hunting or at least try. Neteyam made it very difficult to focus. I could feel his breath on my neck. For many years I've gotten a sense that Neteyam had taken interest in me. At first, it was just kind smiles but now he follows me like a lost pululukan pup. even though he swears he hates me.

 “Ma Neteyam please give me space. I cannot hunt with you breathing down my neck.” he backs up and sits down on the branch we stood on. I pull my arrow back, breathe in and shoot. A clean kill. I jump off the branch onto another until it’s a safe enough distance to let my feet hit the forest ground. I kneel down to the Hexapade. I start my prayer “Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo. Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì.” (I see you, brother, and I thank you. Your spirit will run with Eywa, while your body will remain and become part of the People.) I tie up the creature's feet together and put them on my back. “Ma Kalin I could have done better. '' Neteyam said, following me back to the village. “Neteyam don’t you have duties to tend to?” I scold

“But, I love hanging out with you,” he said sarcastically 

“Duty first kä.” I point forward to signal him to leave. I watch him walk away into the crowd of men waiting for him. I walk towards the ‘emyu so they can prepare the meal for dinner tonight. As I'm walking I'm stopped by Kato. He looks down at me from his height and smiles.

“Do you need help there little lady?” 

“Ma Kato I’m fine, leave me alone,” I say, rolling my eyes. At my age, it is very common for me to be looking for a mate. What I really want is to explore the forest and eat fruit. Men often tried to pursue my hand but I ignored them all. My father is Eyktanay one step down from 

olo’eyktan . That means many men come to me trying to get a higher status. 

“You should really loosen up Ma Kalin,” he says, throwing his hands in the air. I knew immediately that Neteyam was watching. I knew that he was very possessive of me even though we were not even promised to each other. I thought to myself maybe I should let him be mad. You knew it was stupid playing with him but, I also seemed so much fun. So I walk shoulder to shoulder with Kato and giggle at his unfunny jokes. We make it to the kitchen and part ways. 

“This is a fine size Kalin.” one of the cook's compliments.

“Really Neteyams words made me feel like it was too small” I sigh, sitting down next to a fire that roasts teylu. 

“Don't worry child, it's perfect now run along and be young. Kiri stopped by asking for you. You should pay her a visiting child.”

“Irayo” 

I walk towards Kiri's muri one my way I pass the men tending to their Ikran. I see Neteyam and ignore him for Kato. From the corner of my eye, he's scowling as I walk by. I make it to the muri and enter. “Honey I’m home ” I called out to Kiri. 

“I was hoping you’d get my word,” she said, motioning me to sit down. Kiri and I have been friends for many years now. Our friendship began when we were at the age of training. We bonded with our Ikran on the same day.

“So I heard you hunted with my brother this morning.” she giggled. Suggesting something much more.

“Kiri, I'm not interested in your brother,” I said. The thought of  Neteyam being my mate doesn't seem half bad. He’s a mighty warrior and a very skilled hunter. He was one of the youngest Na’vi in our clan to make a clean kill. On the other hand, if we were to ever give it a chance he would need to mature a lot more. Even after all that it would complicate things between our families, that is something I hold very dear to me. 

“You never know Kalin. Daughter of  Eyktanay son of olo’eyktan. It's as if eywa herself is writing your love story.”

“Thanks but no thanks, Kiri. I have other plans.” 

“Like what? dance around the forest naked and eat fruit.”

“Maybe I will Kiri. Maybe I’ll become the village crazy lady,” I say, slapping her shoulder. Thought that idea didn't sound so bad. 

“I'd like to see that.” Neteyam chuckled. He towered above me. My Eywa he's easy on the eyes. I was taking him in looking up and down. I feel like hours have gone by of me gazing at him.

“Don't forget to blink Kalin.” he teased my Eywa he knew how to get on my nerves even if it were the tiniest thing. You turn around facing the fire. You closed your eyes seeing red and orange flash up and down. You got closer, feeling the warmth make your cheeks red. You felt something you haven't in weeks, inner peace. Like everything in this world, it must come to an end. I'm interrupted by Neteyam sitting behind me so that I'm now in between his legs. He set his head on my back. 

“Kiri come here for a moment my sweet child” their mother yells outside of the muri. Leaving Neteyam and me all alone. I felt the coldness of his body. It feels so good but my words betray me. 

“Neteyam get off. Your body is so cold,” I whine like a child. I don't know why I said that. I know we hate each other, but we have our cute moments sometimes. When we're alone I could call him a friend but nothing more. I quickly reminded myself why we hated each other. We were rivals. We competed in everything, Hunting, flying, and sometimes swimming. 

“Whatever.” he rolled his eyes, getting up. I watched him walk toward the wall where he hung his knife. He brought it over to the fire for light and started sharpening it. I watched his muscles flex as he stoked the knife back and forth. My ears pull back as I hear someone call my name. 

“Kalin! I thought I’d find you here.” I turn around to see Kato standing in the doorway. I push myself off the muri floor and walk towards him. 

“What are you doing here?” I question. 

“Your mom asked me to come to fetch you for dinner,” he explained. I hadn't noticed until now how empty my stomachache was. I set my hand on my stomach feeling its emptiness. 

“Well, let us go Kato” I grab his hand and say my goodbyes. 

~~~

I watch her walk away with that skxqwng. She knew what she was doing that woman drove me absolutely insane. As much as I hated her I loved her. All day she teased me pretending to not notice me or flirt with that skxqwng. I feel my teeth clench together and sharpen my knife more intensely. 

“Bro if you sharpen that knife anymore the blade will become useless.” Lo’ak teased “I can see you are  jealous of Kato. Just go to her skxgwng.” he complained

“If it were that easy Lo’ak. She's so busy being in love with the forest she barely has time for me,” I said feeling defeated. I lay flat on the floor and spread my limbs wide.

“My big bro killer of sky people is scared of a small girl” he laughs into his hands. “I overheard her father talking to dad about how he's going to announce he will be excepting courtings for his daughter. If that makes you feel any better.” my heart melts into my body. I can finally have a chance with her. I hop up into my feet. 

“Lo’ak comes, let's go to dinner.” I grab him by his hair dragging him. Not forgetting a small box holding a hand-crafted necklace.

~~~

I sit in front of the fire next to my father. On my other side is Kato. I finished my food a while ago, but mother said she had an announcement to make and wanted me to listen. I sat impatiently leaning my head on Kato’s shoulder. He tilts his head down to talk to me

“Your puppy is here.” he points to Netaym, practically dragging Lo’ak into the circle. He looks surprisingly happy, his braids swinging with every step. 

“He’s not my puppy” I laughed, shoving myself off his shoulder. I feel a vibration through the ground. I turn around and see a drummer getting everybody ready for my father's speech 

“The beloved people I have an announcement to make.” he shouts holding up a wooded cup of mead “I come before you to announce my daughter Kalin te ketsuktswa’ loran’ite will be available for a suiter. She has proven herself to the people now prove yourself to her,” he shouts as people cheer on drinking from his cup. I cannot believe them. I can't believe they would announce my availability to everybody and not consider even talking to me about it. As I'm sitting there is a wave of Na’vi men flocking to my father asking for his permission to pursue me. I look at them annoyed, they wouldn’t even see the light of day. 

“Did you know about this ma Kato?” I point at his chest not wanting to look him in the eyes. I feel nothing but rage. Why wouldn't he warm me? Did he not tell me to get his own advantage in pursuing my heart? I stand up and turn around quickly I hit a hard chest with my forehead. I step back thinking to myself “damn”. I look up and see Neteyam, you broke eye contact for just a second, but his left index finger lifted your chin up, making me meet his gaze again.

“Where you going my sweet girl?” he chuckles oh my Ewya I turned a bright red. 

“It is getting quite loud and I'm tired I was about to walk home” I blush looking to the right. He took my hand but someone else grabs my other.

“I was just about to walk her home,” Kato said through his teeth. His grip was tight. His face seems unbothered though. 

“Well, I got it from here buddy.” Neteyam passive aggressively said shoving the Na’vi in the chest with one hand. Neteyam then intertwines our fingers and starts walking into the forest where his personal muri hangs.

“Ma Neteyam this isn't the way to my muri,” I shout, he ignores me and continues to take me deeper into the forest. “Ma Neteyam why are you taking me to your muri?’ 

“Will you just come? I just want to hang out with you, if you do I’ll give you a reward sweet girl,” he shouts as he climbs the tree holding up his home. He makes it look so easy. I struggle to climb up the vines in such darkness. I got to the entrance and he holds out his hand that I gladly take. I walk past him into his spacious room. Neteyam watches my every move, licking his lips. 

“So what did you want to give me?” I questioned tilting my head and giving him softer eyes. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was going to drive him crazy. Now that I can be courted, lots of men want what's ‘his’. 

“I had kiri make you this” he hands me a beautifully crafted necklace. It was made from clear crystals with a deep blue hue. Never has anyone gifted me anything as beautiful as this.

“Ma Neteyam it is beautiful,” I say giving him the necklace back and turning around signaling him to put it on. I pull my hair to the side and he brings the necklace in front of me to clasp it. He brings his face closer to my neck. He grabs my waist from behind bringing me closer. I tilt my head back giving him more room to scent me.

“Im going to do some really bad things to you ma Neteyam,” I said gasping for air, it's all going to plan.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do to me sweet girl?” he chuckles into my ear. His voice vibrates into my ear and straight between my legs. 

“I'm going to drive you crazy ma Neteyam.” “Oh? But you already have my sweet girl” with that he leads me to his hammock. He lays down putting his hands behind his head. “Come sit.” he takes one hand to pat his hip. I get into the hammock straddling him. “Atta girl” he chuckles, suddenly feeling more heat within I lay flat on his chest wrapping my arms under his back. He pets my head till I inevitably fall asleep. 

~~~

I woke up before the sun had risen. Neteyams hands were wrapped around my waist tightly. I pry myself out of his grip. I turn around, saying goodbye with a kiss on the forehead not wanting to wake him. I make my way down the tree as I'm walking to the village I hear a twig snap. Startled I turn around, but I see nothing. Scared I run back into the village. “Ma Kalin where were you last night!? I was worried sick!” I look forward to seeing my mother. I walk closer so that she can hear me properly. “Umm…I was with Neteyam sa’un.” I say looking down at the forest floor not wanting to make eye contact. A fiery heat forms in my throat as she opens her would to say her next words. “Did anything happen my child?” she smirks 

“Ew, mom he's just a friend. I don't want to talk to you about this. Plus nothing happened, he just had a gift for me.” I place my hand on the beautiful necklace. She stands in front of me now examining it. “My child these stones are extremely rare I've seen nothing like these. Neteyam must be interested in you. He’ll make a fine mate my child.” 

“Sa’un can we not talk about this,” I whine dropping my shoulders. My mother always pressured me to find a mate. She told me ‘it is better to start early and have much history’ or whatever that means. “If we must my child. I was looking for you because Kiri calls for you.” she shoos me away in the direction of her muri. As I’m walking I hear heavier footsteps, I turn the face of the na’vi behind me. It's Kato, he looks tired and out of breath. “Why must you always be around me when you are unwanted ma Kato.” I sigh into my hands. “I was taking a walk with someone and see you leave Neteyams muri. Don't tell you mated with that guy ma Kalin.” he seemed genuinely concerned I expected him to be jealous. “I didn't mate with him ma Kato.” why is everybody asking me this oh my Eywa? I try to walk faster but he's always there. 

As I make it to the muri I hear kiri rummaging through some baskets. “Ma Kiri I’m home,” I yell extending my arms out for a hug. We hug and she grabs my shoulders looking into my eyes. “You’ve been somewhere deep into the forest.” she sniffs my hair and then moves to my hand “With my brother EW!” she rolls her eyes as she always does. “You know what happens when two na’vi are all alone in the forest” Lo’ak jokingly says getting out of his hammock. “What is it pick on Kalin day!?” I cry throwing my hands up in defeat. I lay down sprawled out on the floor feeling the vibrations of the forest. “Lo’ak come were going hunting.” I hear nonother then than Kato himself. Though he's not calling for me so I don't bother moving from my position. Everybody leaves including Kiri now I'm really left alone. My thoughts have become much too loud for my own liking. My eyes close and everything goes dark.

~~~

I woke up and she was gone. I secretly watch her walk out the door My heart yearns for her. I wish that she would just give in, I need her like the air I breathe. I needed a way to push her into my arms. I know she likes it when I chase, but I feel like we've been running to nowhere. With that, I jump out of my bed and start the fire to heat up my morning tea. I walk to the entrance of my muri I fetch fire but and startled to see a young Na’vi woman. It is Norlor, my ex-girlfriend. We broke up months ago so why was she here? 

“Ma Norlor what are you doing here you shouldn’t be here. Go leave now!” I shout pointing towards the forest. She ignores me and sits on a table by the fire. My mind starts to wonder why is she acting like this.

“Ma neteyam you look so handsome. Roumar has it that you're wanting to mate with Kalin. Is this true?” she asks tilting her head. 

“Yes, this is true what does it matter to you?” I question frustrated, she lifts herself off the table and walks closer to me. She stops inches away from my face.

“You're gonna help me get Kato.” she grabs my face. “He's paying too much attention to your little girlfriend and I want it to stop.” she spits fire from her mouth.

“Now what should I do that?” I say grabbing her arm and leading her to the doorway. I wanted her out if anybody saw me with her again it could spread. The last thing I want is for Kalin to hear I was with another girl after last night. 

“Just think about it Neteyam. I hear Kalin can be very jealous. We all know she's interested in you.” she shrugs knowing she was right “she just needs the right push. Come with us to hunt tonight. Flirt with me at dinner, complement the size to pray I catch, and give me slight innocent touches.” she says getting quiet and quieter as she climbs down the tree holding my muri. I go back inside pouring hot water into a wooden mug. This plan might actually work it's crazy of me to do, but anything for my girl. 

~~~

The sound of people singing and hooves woke me from my slumber. You shot up, bringing your knees to your chest, hugging them. I look around to find anybody but, nothing. I push myself up from where I lay for apparently many hours. I walk outside to find myself standing in the night sky. I thought about Neteyam and his bioluminescent freckles. I wonder where he is? I climb down from the tree and land on the soft grass. Making my way to the nightly feast the nose gets louder and louder. I search for kiri in the crowd of many na’vi. 

“Ma Kalin over here!” she says waving her hands in the air. A smile forms on my face as I make my way to her. I can feel many eyes of na’vi men looking at me some even point. 

“Why didn’t you wake me ma Kiri?” 

“You looked at peace.” she was right, a light reflecting off of something caught my eye. I turn my head to see Neteyam walking with his ex-girlfriend. My Neteyam walked with her laughing. The conversation was obviously very amusing because she slaps his chest with her hand. I knew what that meant I was also one who used that flirting tactic. She wanted what was mine. I was not about to let that happen. I stand up and walk over to Kato. he was sitting around other men telling stories about the hunting trip.

“Ma Kato will you come to sit by me?” it wasn't a question. The look that I gave him he knew. As I lend out a hand to help him up his friends speak.

“Go get it, Ma Kato”

“That's my boy”

“You better watch out for neteyam hell skin you alive.”

I bring him to where I was sitting though Kiri had run off somewhere, probably into the forest. 

“Is there a reason why you brought my over here little lady?” he chuckles placing his elbows on his knees. “Get your girl,” I say angrily pointing and Neteyam and his ex. “I'm with her right now, what are you talking about?” god he's so annoying.

I sigh and coldly say “Look Kato I’m going, to be honest with you we will never be. I don’t even want to mate with anybody, but if it's anyone it's him.” 

“I know but it was worth a try. Why do you think Neteyam is with her? That guy just wants everything I want.” 

“Go get her, tell her how you feel ma, Kato. Shell never know if you don't speak it into existence.” I should really take my own advice. These past few months Neteyam has not once left my mind. After last night how could I not be in love with him? He showed me the softness I so crave. Being a huntress most na’vi treat you very toughly. My thoughts are interrupted by Kato stomping over to Norlor. I watch him grab her wrist leading her to a pa’li. My attention is brought back to where the girl once sat. instead of his eyes, it’s Neteyams eyes that I meet. Still angry with him I glair. I point at him then and me lastly at the forest. I get up from where I sat and walked into the brush where we could be in privacy. Not long after Neteyam appears from out of the leaves. Before he can say anything I bring my palm up to his shoulder and shove him.

Then I snapped “Why were you with that girl ma Neteyam?” “I thought you guys broke up?” 

“She just wanted tips on hunting is that so wrong?” he was dodging my question, I don't have time for his crazy games. I walk past him making sure my shoulder bumps into him. Before I know it he grabs my arm and shoves my back into a tree. He has me trapped. My eyes don't dare to look into his eyes, but his right index finger lifted your chin up, making you meet his gaze.

“Is my sweet girl jealous?” he taunts 

“No! I'm just concerned for you Ma Neteyam. It's almost like you've gone crazy” I spit crossing my arms a little tiger than usual.

“Kalin cut the shit” he shouts “I've tried everything to get your attention what am I doing wrong?” he shouted maybe loud enough for other people to hear. I knew he didn't care Neteyam was a very passionate man. I gulped not wanting to use the wrong words. I knew I needed to tell the truth. 

“I'm scared Neteyam…” his eyes soften grabbing onto my cheeks “if we give a relationship a try what happens if it doesn't work out? Everything I care for changes. My friends, my family, and my forest will all be different.” I now cry. Neteyam now inching in even closer to me  “ oh Ma Kalin, you don't have to worry about that. That will never happen. Just give us a chance.” he smiles making my heart flutter. I look up into his amber eyes and grab his cheek pulling him closer to break the distance. I kiss was exchanged 

“Is this okay, sweet girl?” he kindly asks “yes.” all I say leading him to suck your lips nibbling just a bit, he places his arms around your hips and pulled you close.

“Take me back to your muri Ma Neteyam…” I whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan. 

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thank you for reading. It's been really fun to get this out of my brain to share with people.

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Arkers 6 (VDay)

Previously on Arkers

There wasn’t as much spontaneity as there had been. For the most part, Clarke didn’t miss that her life had settled, and she wasn’t going out every other night or chasing down a party, or trying to get a beautiful model who had been her best friend to somehow go out with her. She didn’t miss any of her old life save for the occasional desire to be completely free once more, even for a few hours. 

Fortunately, there were still date nights and parties, though they were selected more discreetly than ever before, but it was an occupational hazard for both of them, to have to mingle and drink the night away in fancy clothes. She still liked her wife in fancy clothes and hanging on her arm and coming home and eating ice cream half-naked in their kitchen. It was a different kind of after party. 

“Hey Gloria,” Clarke paused in the kitchen as she surveyed the calendar that hung near the fridge. Perfect little notes were written in her wife’s print telling the entire family, nanny included, about the weeks to come. Red was for out of town, blue was for days they wouldn’t need Gloria, green was for days they had events together, orange was doctors appointments. It was a fickle system, but it worked. It was also insanely Lexa. 

“Yes?” 

Somewhere between middle-aged and a grandmother in her own right, Gloria had been a god-send. Clarke fell in love with her the moment they met. It didn’t hurt that Max was instantly smitten, even as an eight month old. And now she was just part of their system, part of their little family, in a weird way. Clarke wanted to have more kids just to keep her around more often. 

“How much do you love me?” 

“Not at all. Not even a little bit.” 

Clarke checked her watch and kissed her daughter who gurgled and sputtered almost words. She had nearly all of her teeth, but the final push was bothering her, so Clarke gave her something cool to teeth on. 

“There’s nothing written on Valentine’s day. I should do something, shouldn’t I?” 

“You have a beautiful wife who is gone the entire week before, you should probably do something very good before she finally divorces you.” 

“Why do you keep saying that?” Clarke hid her amusement as the nanny folded tiny clothes on the kitchen island. “She loves me a lot. I’m quite a catch myself.” 

“You do not romance her enough. A woman like that deserves romance and passion.”

“I agree.I should do something. Even though she’s not going to divorce me ever.” 

“Agree to disagree,” she shrugged, her smile wry and mischievous. 

“Do you have plans for Valentine’s day?” 

“We have dinner at our favorite place, maybe a little dancing, a little drinking, I come in late on the 15th. You know, the usual.” 

“Oh my, Gloria! You know how to be romanced.” 

“I do the romancing. Laura doesn’t know how to do it. She’s like you. That’s why I tell you Ms. Lexa will divorce you because I will divorce Laura.” 

“You’re full of it. You wouldn’t last a day without Laura. She makes your lunches and meets you at the park when she’s off work. Romance is different to different people.” 

“But this is Valentine’s day. You have to be more romantic than normal.” 

“We should have you guys over for dinner again. That was fun.” 

“That’s not romance.” 

“I meant another time.”

“I’ll schedule myself on the calendar.”

Clarke sat her daughter on the edge of the island and danced with her a little, making her smile and laugh as she made funny faces. There was a meeting she needed to run across town for, but suddenly she had other things on her mind. Lexa was far away for a shoot. It made Clarke sentimental in the worst kidn of way. 

“You know, I wrote entire songs about how much I love Lexa. That has to be romantic, right? I mean, I played it at the Grammy’s. I also carried her egg to birth this thing right here.” 

She picked up the baby and held her out as evidence, earning a laugh as the baby lulled around and laughed. 

“Ms. Lexa is a supermodel who walks around in lingerie and starts her own baby clothing company. She was in movies, you know? Voted Most Beautiful Woman in the Universe. My nephew plays guitar. It can’t be that hard. He’s dumb.” 

“Okay, yes, but I have also been called attractive, and I am also worth doting on.” 

She got a look that sized her up, in her torn jeans and vintage shirt that was labeled vintage strictly because she’d owned it for twenty years and still had the vague outline of her middle school mascot. Her nanny was brutal and clearly had a favorite. 

“You have to remember your passion and love and celebrate it. You have a woman who is out of your league. You want to keep her, yeah?” 

“Jesus, Gloria, she’s not going to divorce me.” 

“Maybe not. You never know.” 

“But you’re busy on Valentine’s day?” 

“Yes. Very busy. Romancing the woman I love. What are you going to get Ms. Lexa? Laura always gets me something nice. Last year it was a new coffee machine with all the bells and whistles.”

Clarke ventured a look at their expensive coffee set up and frowned before looking back at her daughter. Suddenly there was more pressure than she’d expected to perform well on Valentine’s day. It’d never been a big day between them, but maybe Gloria was right, maybe this slow kind of movement away from the romance was how it died. It certainly didn’t feel like their relationship was dying. Now, she wasn’t so sure. 

“I was thinking of getting her earrings. She likes those.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“But…”

“Everyone does jewellry. Get her something special.” 

“Fine. But now I need to do something with this one,” she nudged her head toward the baby. 

“You need to come up with a plan first. You’re already behind schedule.” 

With a heavy sigh, Clarke smiled again at her daughter. She was perfect, in her little dinosaur onesie and slobbery mouth. 

“Can you come in tomorrow, Gloria? I know it’s short notice, but I need to--”

“Of course. You have planning to do.” 

“Yeah, exactly.” 

“We will go to the park then. It’s going to be nice.”

“She’s not really going to divorce me, right?” 

“No, her single flaw is how much she loves you.”

Clarke smiled to herself as her phone beeped. Her wife popped in, just to send a picture of herself in a mirror, hair up in curlers and make up not yet done. She stuck out her tongue and said she missed her family. 

The musician plopped the baby down into a skillet that sat on the stove and sent the picture to her wife, promising that everything was going well. 

“Boiling is better,” Gloria came around and swiped the baby who found it all quite fun. “Do you want me to leave something for dinner for you?” 

“No, thanks, I’m going to grab dinner with Octavia. I won’t be late though. Want to make it back for bed time.” 

“Go then. We have our novellas to watch.” 

Clarke smiled and kissed her daughter before squeezing Gloria’s shoulder. 

XXXXXXXXXX

There were pictures Lexa flipped through that she’d received for the past week, and she convinced herself that her daughter was growing up, had somehow grown bigger in just a few days. Max hanging upside down by the ankle as Clarke held her there and grinned in the bathroom mirror. Max in a bear onesie. Max and Clarke wearing matching sunglasses and her tiny leather jacket when they went to the park. Max in the bath with bubbles for a beard she tried to wipe away. 

She hated to leave. She liked to be the one that stayed. Somehow, after traveling the globe from the age of fifteen or so, Lexa had become a homebody. She wanted to stay in New York. She wanted to take her daughter to gymborie and make sure she knew what colors were. She wanted to wake up with her wife. 

When the car pulled up to the house, the lights were dim and it was well after bed time. She thanked the driver and debated if it was worth it, to wake Max up just to say hi and how mad Clarke would be if she did. 

But the house wasn’t quiet when she entered. Instead, soft music played and candles lit foyer. Roses filled the table as she left her bag and pushed forward. 

“Clarke?” 

It wasn’t Valentine’s Day yet, but the intentions were made clear. 

Candles lit the dining table and dinner was waiting with wine, beautiful glasses of wine. Clarke appeared wearing her tuxedo, the bowtie limp around her collar and smiling. 

“I thought I had a few more minutes.”

“What’s all this?” 

With a snap, Clarke stood in front of the table and blushed. 

“I’ve been reminded recently that you might divorce me if I don’t romance you thoroughly or often enough.” 

“Gloria sees one article in a gossip magazine,” Lexa chuckled. “This is… I hadn’t expected anything… I mean-- I had plans for Valentine’s Day. I am going to romance you, you know?” 

“Welcome home,” Clarke whispered, cupping her wife’s cheeks in her hands and gripping her to kiss her properly. 

Lexa melted into the feeling, of Clarke’s warmth and her lips and pressing against her completely before wrapping her arms around her shoulders, eager to keep her for just a moment longer. 

“You brought Valentine’s Day early?” 

“I did.” 

“I look like garbage. I’ve been flying all day.” 

“No no,” Clarke shook her head and pulled back only slightly to appraise. “You look perfect. More beautiful than the day I met you. Remember? You ran into me, but I think it was on purpose.” 

“You ran into me,” Lexa shook her head, leaning down to kiss her again. “And then you refused to ask me out despite writing many songs about wanting me badly.” 

“I still write songs about wanting you badly,” Clarke reminded her. “I know I’m not good at like… all of this romance stuff all of the time. But you are in every song, you know that right?” 

“You’re incredibly romantic. I swoon after you multiple times per day.” 

“I wanted to go all out, but couldn’t find a sitter. So I hope Valentine’s day at home is okay?” 

“Did you cook?” 

“I did. Chicken Cacciatore. Your favorite pinot noir. Dessert is a little more… Well you’ll see.” 

“It’s perfect,” Lexa promised. 

“Come sit then. Tell me everything.” 

With a tug, Clarke pulled her toward the table and pulled out her chair for her. Lexa surveyed the card that was waiting, little red handprints made into a heart for her with Mommy written by her wife with Max’s name signed and another messy scribble and handprint. 

“She wanted to help. I also picked out a very cute outfit for tomorrow for her. Terrible wingman though, wouldn’t go to sleep for me tonight. I think Gloria slips her sugar when we’re not looking. It’s those novellas.” 

Lexa laughed and shook her head. Clarke’s smile was wide and full of mischief, the perfect combination and perfectly beautiful on her face. Lexa leaned across the corner of the table and kissed her wife once again. 

Beneath the card sat a little velvet box. Clarke grew slightly antsy as Lexa surveyed it before cracking it open. 

“I was told it was stupid, to get you jewellry, but I’ve always liked being the person that bought Lexa Woods something nice to wear.” 

Lexa held her breath and cracked it open to find the most perfect pair of earrings she could have ever wanted. Her wife had a knack for finding those kinds of things, for giving the best gifts, for trusting herself and doing what she wanted. 

“They’re perfect.” 

“Good, because I kind of want you in only those tonight… later.” 

Lexa shook her head and smiled before kissing her wife again. 

XXXXXXXX

There were dishes to be done, but Clarke didn’t care. She sank into the bath across from her wife and melted into the warm water as best she could, their legs tangling in the deep tub beneath the bubbles. Candles rimmed the bathroom and clothes were long since gone. Lexa wore her new earrings and pulled her hair up high on her head. 

“We don’t do this enough,” Clarke sighed, leaning her head back as Lexa leaned forward to give her a chocolate covered strawberry.

“Because we have a bedtime now.” 

“Right. She’s going to be up in like five hours.” 

“Do you want another?” 

Clarke was thankful she could chew and think over the words before shrugging. 

“Do you?” 

“Kind of. I mean… I love Max, and I want her to have someone if anything were to happen to us.” 

“It’ll be hard to take two on tour with me.” 

“Have you considered the studio option Bellamy was talking about setting up?” 

“It’s a risk… I mean, to open something like that up is a lot of overhead, and I… what if it fails? I mean, I’m used to failing and bad reviews, but I have a family now… I don’t want to risk our financial future.” 

“Honey, you know I want you to do what makes you most happy.” 

“I know. I guess I just never thought I’d be someone who has a family to support.”

“Oh, and I’m just with you for your money?” Lexa cocked her head, challenging her even more. “We’re not going broke, darling. I know you want to do this. I have proven myself to be fairly good at running a business. I could give you pointers.”

“I already thought of a name,” Clarke grinned, sinking a little deeper into the water until bubbles were near her ears.

Lexa offered her another strawberry after having one herself. She sipped from her champagne and waited for her wife to get brave enough to share. A hand slid up the side of her thigh, tracing lightly there. 

“Arc Records.” 

“It’s perfect.”

“I don’t know if I could start that and have another at the same time. I mean… we have tour coming up in a few months. Should we start… are we going to try again?” 

“If you want.” 

“No, I’m asking.” 

“Have you thought about it?” 

“Yeah,” Clarke nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve thought about all of this. But you’re starting your business and it’s going well. And I love being here for Max, and I don’t want to push us too far…”

“We can do anything we want, together. You know?” 

Clarke nodded after searching her face again and smiled softly. Lexa reached for her hand and pulled her closer until she was laying across her wife in the tub. Soapy and slick, the fit together with the water sloshing around. 

“Let’s sit down and figure it out tomorrow, shall we?” Lexa whispered. “For now, I want nothing more than to remind you how much I am ridiculously in love with you.” 

“I’d like that.” 

XXXXXXXXXX

“I’m not entirely interested in much if you’re not nearly naked when this blindfold comes off.” 

Clarke fought against it only slightly as Lexa kept adjusting her attempts to remove it. The baby was at home, happy with an aunt. Dinner had been perfect, their favorite place. There’d been cards and chocolates and entirely too many flowers now infecting their house until it smelled like a florists. 

“That comes later.” 

“Oh? Blindfold too?” 

“Maybe.” 

Lexa watched Clarke smile and couldn’t help but kiss her as the driver pulled over toward the designated stop. Carefully, Lexa helped her out of the back of the SUV and guided her to a very specific spot. 

“I don’t just want to be your wife.”

“Um, giving someone a divorce of Valentine’s Day seems kind of mean,” Clarke furrowed as she gripped Lexa’s hands tighter, fighting the urge to take off the blindfold. 

“I’m your partner. In everything. You fail, I fail. I fail, you fail. That’s what we do, but we never don’t try.” 

“Um, Lex…?” she gulped. 

“So we had a big talk about the future and doing all kinds of scary things. I want you to do scary things.”

“If we’re at the gyno on Valentine’s just so you can get me knocked up again…”

“Can you shut up and let me do something sweet for once?” 

The grin came, with Clarke shifting her weight to her other foot as she zipped her lips and waited. 

“It’s always the right time for us to try. I don’t want you to feel like me or the kid or kids or whatever is holding you back. I know what you give up to be here. I know how hard it is sometimes.” 

“It’s not. I love what I have. I don’t miss lugging drums from dive bar to dive bar, that’s for sure.” 

“I believe you can do it all,” Lexa swore. “I want you to do it all. So…” 

She tugged down the blindfold and waited eagerly for Clarke to say or do anything.

“Um… where are we?” 

“The future site of Arc Studios. It says so right on the door,” Lexa explained, gesturing toward the glass doors with a sign taped to the front. 

Nervously, Lexa watched Clarke look at the sign and furrow before taking a step and then stopping, turning back with questions in her eyes. 

“I bought this building for my office. We needed a place to start growing.”

“It’s… I still don’t--”

“There’s space for you to set up. Small, at first. I’ll be on the third floor, but the basement has two levels.”

“You want me to… like start. Do the-- Here?” 

“If you want, yeah? I thought it’d be nice to grow together. I might need some support after a meeting. We could make out at lunch. Things like that, you know. Pure business things.” 

“Purely business,” Clarke nodded, smiling slightly to herself. 

Lexa felt arms wrapped around her immediately. She squeezed Clarke back and laughed into her neck. 

“I can’t believe you did this,” Clarke whispered. 

“Of course I did. I love you. You deserve it all.” 

“I don’t know how I do, but I’ll take it.” 

Lexa hugged her tightly and swirled them both around.

[lovedetlost]

Hi baby

Sorry for my late update. 

So we went to get those samples. He kept looking at me when we were on the car. Asking me random questions like what type of music I listen to, if I saw that movie on netflix ...

He opened the car door and all doors everytime we went to a store. 

He invited me for lunch and took me to eat sushi.

He was very polite and respectful.  

He is well mannered well spoken and funny and kind. I mean he work in sales so I'm not surprised because they are supposed to be charming 

He talked about his ex. They were together for almost a year.  He breaks up with her because of her friend who was in love with her and they talked everyday and basically she choose him over him. It's been 9 months since he is single. 

He asked me about my personal life. I didn't have much to say. I didn'twant to mention Casanova. He laughed and said that I look like someone who doesn't have experience and doesn't know how to take compliments. 

He talked about his vision of life and relationship. 

He told me that I was pretty and patted my head 

He called me on Tuesday morning to ask a question that I'm sure he know the answer. He pretexted forgetting which products belong to which category.

I have not seen him since then. So I don't know

The sales assistant and the officer manager came to my department on Thursday afternoon and started gossiping asking questions but I was like there is nothing we just went for work and they were like be careful he likes women attention and to brag about himself. It put me off a little.

So I decided to don't go far with him. I don't like to mix work and relationship 

Casanova called me on Wednesday and asked me if I want to hang out with him but I declined. I asked him if he was doing okay because he seemed tired on the phone. He said that he missed me. On Thursday, "The friend" called and asked if I want to go to dinner with crew and said "You know I'm up for a threesome I don't mind we can share him" I was like haha you are funny no thank you you can have all of him". I was thinking about blocking her and him and all the people from that crew. I was so frustrated and confused because I didn't know what I was feeling exactly.

But anyway, I treated myself with a massage this morning since I'm feeling sick and tired. It helped me relax I really enjoyed it 😌

I hope I will find a cute respectful guy. In the meantime I'm going to reread ambivalent and sixth sense Rafe and spend a lazy weekend

Love you ❤️

👽

okay colleague is definitely into you. boys aren't that nice, sadly. and look, obviously you should trust your gut instincts with him, (they've done studies on women's gut instincts and sixth sense and it's actually quite accurate). but i will say this, unless there's clear, objective evidence - outside of your gut - that he's a bad guy, give him a chance. a player is a player until they settle down, and just because someone has slept around in their past does not mean they should not get a chance with someone now.

now there's an obvious asterisk on that statement, there's sleeping around and then there's treating women like shit, and they're not to be confused.

don't write him off too early. statistically we're most likely to meet our partner at work, even more often than through mutual friends. and a cute boy is a cute boy, any way you slice it.

i say all this to say, you should trust your gut, but if you do like him, and your gut is allowing, don't talk yourself out of it. we can logic ourselves out of far too much.

now, to casanova. if your 'friend' is offering a threesome (a pathetic attempt to camaraderie and passing it off as we're all friends sharing i can't stand her) he's not slept with her again. in those situations, people only offer to share as a means to a one-on-one end. which gives me hope for casanova's soul. man knows he fumbled the bag. i'm not saying to forgive him, or that i forgive him, but i'm glad he realises how monumentally he fucked up.

i understand your frustration. i'm not saying to excommunicate all of them, losing a friend because she had a fallout with a boy hurts quite a lot (i speak from experience). but space is required. if you're especially close to anyone, just explain it. and if it's a girl, she'll understand. the heart doth hurt and only time and space can heal it.

MASSAGE IS AN EXCELLENT IDEA BABY. this is the time for self love. massages, manicures, nice dinners, sappy movies, the like. and yes comfort characters and simping over fictional men who would never treat us so appallingly.

darling you deserve the world. i really hope you get it. love you always honey

#asks #👽 anon

[indelibletraces]

Chicago PD 10x7 “Into the Deep”

Random thoughts:

Another episode that opens with a montage. In this one we learn just how dedicated Hailey is to her surveillance of Sean even as it seems that all he does is go to the gym and eat at the same dinner, with and without his father. She appears to be eating, sleeping, and basically living in her surveillance car. The sleeping in the car is confirmed when Voight asks her when she last slept and Hailey responds, “In a bed?” And yet she still turns down Voight when he offers to watch Sean, because she still has this driving need to fill the void that has been left in her life by Jay leaving.

Loved that Trudy was involved in the case! This needs to happen way more often. Her line about the white board being her “arts and crafts project” cracked me up. On a side note, I have always loved that they continue to use a simple white board with actual pictures, hand written captions and sticky notes, rather than some kind of smart board. To me it really adds to the old-school, blue collar vibe of Chicago the city and the show. I recently rewatched episode 3x4, where Mouse introduces a smart board, and at the end of the episode Al tells him to get rid of it because “it’s not us.” I 100% agree with him, and just that one episode with the smart board made me realize how much I appreciate even the small things, like the white board, that make Chicago PD great to me.

Their convert base of operations looks like Adam’s old undercover apartment.

The scene with Kim and Hailey in the van was revealing on multiple levels. On the surface there is Kim calling her on seeming “worn down,” to which Hailey finally admits out loud that she has been tailing Sean because she hasn’t wanted to go home. Underneath that is Kim’s seeming reluctance to voice her concern for Hailey. After working together for over 5 years it feels like these two should have a better friendship, and feel like they can lean on each other during tough times. Kim even seems shocked when Hailey reveals she has been tailing Sean. What did Kim think she was doing all this time and why wasn’t she concerned enough to find out before now. This has been an area where PD has lacked in recent seasons - the building of a friendship between it’s two female leads. Not that we have to see them hanging out outside of work, but it just feels like they should know each other better after all this time, and that their understanding and support of each other should be more evident on the show. Since it’s been hinted that Kim still has emotional baggage she hasn’t dealt with from her ordeal with Roy last season, maybe we will get to see them become more of a support system for each other as the season goes on.

The Cage! I can’t remember the last time they put a suspect in the cage. Obviously in the real world you wouldn’t want suspects put in the cage, but in the context of the fictional escapism of the show, I always found it intriguing to see Voight “deal” with suspects in the cage. Jason Beghe really knows how to portray rage and fury. (Of course, I think he’s excellent in all his scenes 😉)

Love that even though he was blowing their lead, Adam couldn’t just stand by and watch an innocent girl get hurt. Before the situation escalated to Adam intervening, it was interesting that Hailey was the one in the car wanting the situation to play out to get their guy. This mirrors Voight in the first episode wanting Torres’ undercover sting to play out even when the situation became more dangerous. It both cases it was two people blinded by their need for justice, which was filling a void in their life.

Amber’s interview scene with the intercutting of Hailey, Kim, and Trudy(!) trying to get her to open up was excellent. The straight on close ups of Amber’s face were unsettling and made the viewer feel like part of the interview. This is not an angle that we see too often.

Love how calm Voight was in trying to get Hailey to take a step back from the case. We don’t get to see his caring side all that often, so it’s always wonderful when we do. I also love that Hailey is also able to emotionally push back against Voight when she throws back at him that doesn’t he want something to save too? The pause is very telling to me that she probably knows Voight better than he wants her to and thus he never acknowledges her question.

I thought the ASA from last season was a one off character, so it was interesting to see her back in the episode for a short scene. Makes me wonder if she will be in more episodes this season. I wonder if Voight telling her he was good for the warrant without naming the suspect and then there being no evidence at the building will come back to bite him later on.

Loved the knowing look that Voight and Trudy give one another when Hailey questions how Sean knew they were coming. With one subtle glance you know they are both thinking the same thing. I really want more Hank and Trudy scenes. Their shared history has only been hinted at over the years, and I want to know more! I may have to rely on fanfiction for that 😊

The confrontation between Voight and Chief O’Neal was probably the best scene of the episode. As Voight pulls up you can see his jaw flexing as he mentally prepares himself for what is to come. Jason Beghe is amazing at using his face and jaw movements to emphasize what Voight is feeling and thinking. He also slowly and methodically parks, turns off the car, and then hesitates before getting out almost as if to delay the inevitable. Then, when the Chief first starts talking about reading the reports and says that he knows his son has a problem I thought for a second that he knew what his son was doing and I thought he was the worst. But then when he goes on to passionately plead that his son is not currently on drugs and “is doing great,” I suddenly felt bad for him that he was about to find out what his son truly is. That was some great writing that was acted beautifully. And you can tell Voight doesn’t want to tell him what he is really investigating Sean for, and then he passively takes O’Neal’s physical anger because Voight knows how he would feel if this was his son.

The final knowing looks between Hailey and Sean were intense. These last two scenes have made me very excited to see how this case is solved and how everything plays out between these characters. I feel like a broken record, but another great episode!

#chicago pd #season 10 #hank voight #hailey upton #kim burgess #trudy platt #10x7 #jason beghe

[kreideprinzessin]

Okay and you tell me about your normal day-to-day life with Albedo. What's it like to live with the genius alchemist? As many details as possible please 👀

Ohhh boy, better prepare for A LOT hehehe

Thank you, this was so fun to write... I should write self indulgent Albern more often, I love brainrotting about albern hehe 👀👀

Pairing: Albern (selfship)

Content: FLUFF

It’s just… The feeling of comfort and safety all around. We have a space where we can both just exist, be our truest, purest sleves without fear of judgement or rejection…

Actually, Klee lives there with us too, so it’s that for all three of us. And Gismo is there too because of course my cutie is!! We’re a big happy family and it’s just nice.

Mornings consist of one of us getting Klee ready to go to school, while the other prepares breakfast and lunch to pack for all of us. No matter if it’s me or Albedo, we make one of those super cute lunch boxes that has everything in it you could dream of.

The mornings can get a little hectic sometimes, but it doesn’t feel that bad when Albedo dances around the kitchen to pack everything, giving me small kisses in passing while I make coffee or tea for us.

For lunch Albedo and I try to meet up as often as our schedules will allow it, either eating what we packed earlier that day, or one of us decides to treat the other to go eat at a restaurant. It’s nice, it’s comfortable, it leaves us super refreshed to get back to work again afterwards.

We text each other throughout the day, sometimes just reminders that we love each other, sometimes quickly asking for advice,or ranting about something annoying that just happened at work, giving each other encouragement on stressful days, whatever is needed at that moment.

In the evenings Albedo usually picks me up from work, then gets Klee from daycare or whichever friend she’s currently hanging out with and then we head home.

Sometimes we go grocery shopping first before heading home. It’s actually kind of fun, Klee and I begging Albedo to try out the latest snacks, while he acts like a mom telling her kids that no, we already have enough snacks. He always gives in tho because he just can’t resist the charme of his two favourite girls (And because he secretly wants to try the snacks as well)

At home, we’re greeted by Gismo, who then gets elaborate cuddle sessions from Klee while Albedo and I prepare dinner. We just make a really great time in the kitchen, so cooking together is always fun and comfortable. Sometimes Klee decides to help us as well, so she gets to stir the pots with Albedo holding her while I cut the vegetables and all

At dinner we talk about our days or just whatever we come up with at the moment, then we wash the dishes all together (Or load the dishwasher I guess haha)

In the evenings we either watch some shows on tv, or play video games together. Klee joins us for a while, cuddled up between us.

We usually bring Klee to bed together and take turns reading stories to her (Or making up our own stories about the great adventures of Dodoco… She especially loves those, because when Albedo and I get REALLY into it, we almost put on some kind of spontaneous little play where we make up funny voices for the different characters, etc.)

Once Klee is asleep we go back to watching tv/ video games while cuddling on the couch. Most of the time we just fall asleep there and then go to bed whenever one of us wakes up. When it’s Albedo waking up, he doesn’t even bother waking me, he just picks me up and carries me to bed. There we tend to just cuddle until we fall asleep (Or make out if we’re in a more spicy mood hehe… Sometimes we make out on the couch too, but usually only when Klee is on a sleepover with a friend sksnfjin)

We have a pretty big bed, but only take up half of it because I’m super clingy and just snuggle up to Albedo as close as possible (Who doesn't mind it either, because he thinks it’s cute and loves cuddling just as much as I do)

Throughout the night, we AT LEAST have Gismo joining us, who’s pretty happy he essentially gets half the bed for himself lmao

But Klee also likes to join us when she wakes up and can’t fall back asleep or had a bad dream, so then it’s me holding her in my arms with my back to Albedo, who has his arms wrapped around the both of us. Very comfortable, very snuggly.

#chats over the fence [🍃] #visitors - addy [🍀] #about us: albern [💕]

[pawjamas]

Awhile back you talked about having girlfriends and boyfriends and your wife right? What are they like?

my girlfriend is my childhood best friend we’ve been friends since i was only 11-12 in middle school so around 10 whole years we have been friends !! and she lives here in the same city my wife does ^_^ she’s the kindest most generous person i’ve been lucky enough to know, she supported me throughout the hell last year was including visiting me in the ER when my trauma happened and helping me realize just how abusive my mom was. she’s supported me in every way possible and i feel like i could tell her absolutely anything at all. i’ve never been more comfortable with a person than my wife, but she’s so sweet to me. she was my first kiss, and she told me she’s had a crush on me for a long time. she’s so important to me and just the other day when i was scared of losing people due to my disabilities (especially schizophrenia) she sent me a multiple paragraphs long message about how i’m stuck with her forever ;w; i love her so so much !!

one of my boyfriends is my wife’s best friend and we met when she invited him over to help him learn how to cook a specific dish and also just hang out in general. the first time i saw him i thought he was super cute (he’s Very tall and well built and has long dark curly hair and really pretty eyes) he joked about coming back that evening when we all hung out in a tux because we joked about dressing fancy to eat the food/dinner they prepared together. and he asked if he genuinely should and i said, “i think you should” and he said that was reason enough for him and that evening he did wear it while i wore one of my cute outfits too :3 idk if it was that time or another friends hangout night where we got drunk and watched all the backrooms videos together. he’s always rlly fun to be around though and teases me nonstop like my wife does about being so small compared to him. also we both call each other pretty boys rlly often. 👉👈

and finally my other boyfriend of which is my girlfriend’s bf i’ve also been friends with for a very long time. he’s a bit shy/less talkative but the sweetest boy ever and sooo so cute i understand why my gf got together with him he’s such a sweetie. me & him both share some similar interests including silent hill and loving kitty cats, admittedly i am not as close with him as i am with my girlfriend but i enjoy every moment spent with him, he deserves the world and i hope to get closer to him over time. he’s Super funny too and i adore his laugh, hearing his laugh itself makes me laugh it’s adorable 🥺

that’s everyone i’m with besides my wife! i feel so lucky to have as much love as i do in my life like literally physically laying in bed in the middle of multiple people being cuddled and kissed on both cheeks is Soo nice… being able to be supported this much compared to the lack of love and support i had to deal with for years is a change i never expected to experience but am so happy i am. i am undoubtedly, unconditionally, and sincerely loved by these people and each and every one of them is just as important to me ♡

#letters 💌 #🦋 #tagging my lovely gf in this so she sees it :3

[fawn-eyed-girl]

For the Character Ask: Sailor Jupiter! (Makoto Kino 💚)

@superpixie42 you just happened to pick my favorite of the Sailor Senshi for this ask! I am VERY happy to answer some questions about one of my favorite Mako-chans! (Tachibana Makoto from Free! is the other 😂) I pulled out my SM manga for this one for the first time in a LONG time 🥰

Favorite thing about them

Makoto is a walking antithesis. She is tall, and fierce, and it's rumored that she was kicked out of her previous school for fighting. The other girls are intimidated by her, but it's Usagi who sees something more in Makoto, and she's right to do so. Makoto IS tall, and strong, and fierce, but she's also loving, and nurturing, and protective. She loves her friends. She's a fabulous cook. And she will do ANYTHING to protect her friends and do her just duty. I love Makoto's ability to show her power in one moment, and her vulnerability in the next. Her size (she cannot fit into the regular girls' uniform) is a source of anxiety for her, even though the other girls (Usagi especially) admire her and find her incredibly beautiful AND strong. She should have more confidence in herself, because she's amazing!

Least favorite thing about them

See above: I wish that Makoto had more confidence in herself. Like lean into that majesty, girl!

Favorite line

To Asamuna, when they are talking about Asamuna's suspicions that Makoto and her friends have special powers (and this is from the manga): "I've finally found the understanding friends I've always been searching for. I cherish them more than anything else."

brOTP

Tenou Haruka. I adore Haruka too, because she's powerful, comfortable in her skin and in her identity, and dngaf about others. Makoto could use some of Haruka's confidence, and I love the idea of them hanging out together, being that kind of positive influence that Makoto desperately needs. I can totally see them going out on the town together, Haruka taking Makoto shopping, and telling her that she looks beautiful in everything. It would be so fun and cute!

OTP

Oh my gosh, I love Asumuna for her--he is so sweet, and wants desperately to protect her. Makoto deserves someone who adores her, and Asumuna does just that. And I was rereading those scenes in the manga as I've been answering these, and they are WONDERFUL. But just to drop this in as an idea--Ami would be a great match for Makoto too! Hard-working and largely self-sufficient, Ami also needs the kind of love that Makoto would be able to provide for her (I'm getting all misty thinking about it).

nOTP

I know that we're supposed to pair the Inner Senshi with Endymion's guardians, and that Makoto often gets paired with Nephirte, but I really want her with someone with whom she can really tap into that nurturing side, and I think there are better options for her out there. (Plus, poor Makoto has had enough angst in her life--she really deserves the best 💚)

Random headcanon

We all know Usagi thinks Makoto makes incredible food, but the person who Makoto really loves to cook for is Ami. Ami's mother works long hours, and Ami is busy attending cram school and studying, and she doesn't have a lot of time to eat healthy foods. Makoto sees this, and always takes the time to make sure that Ami is eating properly, whether it be a bento at lunch, or inviting her over for dinner.

Unpopular opinion

I don't really like that Takeuchi puts poor Makoto in a different uniform all for the sake of heightening poor Makoto's feelings of difference. Like I want to see her own that she has to wear something different! She's the precursor to Luisa Madrigal in a lot of ways, and deserves to get to be just as badass.

Song i associate with them

Something sweet, like Sixpence None the Richer's "There She Goes"

Favorite picture of them

I had to go back to the manga for this, but I love the first time that we meet Makoto -- this MAY have caused me to go out and buy rose earrings 😅 (look how pretty she is 🥺)

Thanks again Pixie dear! This Character Ask was really fun, as it got me to go revisit one of my favorite mangas (one of the few that I've carried with me from place to place over the years), and revisit my favorite character from that series.

#character ask #superpixie42 #sailor jupiter #kino makoto #fawnie answers

[belovedjiya]

All too well.

Chapter I

"love is so short, forgetting is so long"

I was happy person before,

before i met him.

and now, everything changed. Totally changed.

it was happened on April, 2021. Last year, the first time i met him. A stranger who have talk with me. The conversation going flow smoothly, he give me a strong first impression, a friendly and gentle man. We talk about our day, our hobby, and our activities. He said that he like to take a pictures, and i jokingly ask him to hunting photo together. Suprised me he really invite me to join with him, even though I was just joking and I didn't mean it. But we end up hanging around together.

Han river, saturday night of April.

In our first (date) i'm afraid that i will turn to be awkward potato, because i dont know how to maintenance conversation with people, but that night i'm just trying to be myself and gladly- he make me comfortable when i'm with him. We having so much fun, taking a great picture there, walk beside the han river and enjoy the cold night breeze together.

Before taking me home, we went to cafe near the han river. The more i know him, to more i feel comofrtable to be around him, and i really enjoy our first date. Oh, can i call that as a date?

His eyes when he stare at me, the way he speaking with me, and every lil thing he did to me. I remember it all too well. Back then, i have no expectation about anything, i swear i dont even have a courage to hope that he will take me to another date or continue our conversation in the next day. I didn't want to jump into conclusion that he like me, he take me date. No, i dont want to. And i dont want to have another relationship again, i said it to myself.

but the next day, we become closer than before. He greet me in the morning, and i still remember when i have a lunch with my co-worker during the break time of works, he sent me a text.

"Good afternoon Jiya, dont skip your lunch"

I smiled, it's beyond the expectation. Why he text me like that? oh, right maybe it is just his personality.

"You too oppa~ dont skip your lunch"

I just replied and continue to eat, to work. I didn't have much time when i'm busy. One day, around 11 pm when i was about to sleep, i replied his text because that was a busy day, and he replied me back in few second.

"Oh, you haven't sleep oppa? i thought you already sleep" I said

"i'm about to sleep and turn off the lamp but then your text is come, i want to talk with you"

He made me smile again, i wonder why? but again, i dont want to jump into the conclusion. Another day he offering something to me

"Have you take your dinner?" He asked

"No, i have no energies left for dinner"

"Do you want me to send you some food? or should i come and cook for you?"

And then he come after i said i want to try his cook. He really come and cook for me. After that, he often come to my home just to bring me some food, or cooking for me. we also went to groceries together when i have nothing to cook at home.

I enjoy my time with him, everything about him just so lovely. Until i made some mistake that night, after we done with our dinner.

I dont know why i sit on his laps, and ask the permission to hug and kiss her. Oh my god, i was out of my mine, it's feel like he doing some magic to me and made me insane.

he stay at my home that night, i ask him to accompany me sleep. it was a warm hug, he took me to his embrace and i feel safe with him.

it's because that thing?

or because the way he treat me?

the way he gave me so much attention?

i dont understand, i have no intention to fall in love with him. But he made me, he made me to catch a feeling to him. Maybe, if he didn't come again in the next day, if he never ask me about the dinner, if he never bring me food and cook for me, if he never text me again after the first date, maybe i wont catch a feeling just because the hangang park date. But he made me.

Or maybe, if i didn't ask him to stay and sleep with me, i would never catch a feeling? or maybe, if he never ask me to went hunting photo with him, this feeling never be exist. Maybe- if i didn't meet him, i still be the happy person like back then.

[pankowfruitsnackswriting]

fresh start (j.m)(r.c)

My work is NOT to be transferred, translated, reposted or copied to any other sites without my permission. That is plagiarism. But you can re-blog the heck out of it on here :)

paring(s): rafe x jj x reader

summary: y/n left the boys in outer banks for the weekend. Both find it difficult to accept one another and the feeling growing between the trio.

warning: angst, kissing

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JJ stared at Rafe from across the table, adding to the already thick tension. The meal quickly cooled as he refused to eat it.

"I didn't poison it, if that's what your thinking." Rafe tried to ease what he could. The man resulted in pleading."You need to eat something at least."

"You can't cook for starters." He grimaced.

Rafe did his best to be genuine with his partner no matter how difficult to be. "I'm trying. Y/n said we should use this time and be kind to one another."

"She not here, is she?" JJ slammed a palm on the table. "No need to put on an act. I agreed to this," he gestured between them, "whatever it is, for her. She is the best thing that happened to me, but you, I can't stand you."

The Cameron man hung his head. The constant rejection was getting to him. "I thought we were past this. We've all been together for three months."

"We're in it for y/n, not each other." JJ's blue eyes pierced through him, searching for a sign. Maybe Rafe wouldn't totally reject him after all. He's done his best to push Rafe from his life in hopes to deflect extra hurt.

Rafe hated to admit it, but he had develop feelings for the pogue. As often as he denied it, the rejection finally got to him. "Would it be so wrong, if we were? I mean in it for y/n and each other?"

JJ's body physically relaxed until the fear seeped in and all defenses were boarded up. "I think it would be."

Rafe's eyes glossed over, everything beginning to get too much. "Um, I'm just gonna go upstairs." He paused to take a breathe. "I'll just stay in the guest room until y/n gets back." With that he was on his way.

JJ couldn't help but glance at him, noticing a look of pain. Rafe only stayed in the guest room when he had a really hard day and needed space. JJ typically took the couch on those days. As for y/n, she loved to snuggle inbetween Rafe and JJ as she shared every thought that came to mind.

She understood alone time was good for the boys, but she was always the one to sit and talk and bring them back. Especially Rafe. He would get so into his head, it was scary at times, even for JJ.

Rafe sat down on the guest bed, pulling out his phone. The number he dialed was a familiar one. "Y/n?"

"Hey Rafe, what's up?" Her voice already brought so much comfort. He missed her more than he could understand.

"Just needed to hear your voice. What are you up to today?" Y/n began to list all the store's the girls visited, demanding the boys let her have a mini fashion show for them.

"I wish you two were here. Only one more day." She finished up her story. "What did you do today?"

"I got some work done at the office, made dinner, and now I'm hanging in the room."

Y/n noticed the awkwardness in his voice. He always called it 'our room.' 'The room' referred to the guest room. "What happened?"

Rafe let a few tears fall before speaking. "He hates me. I'm trying so hard but he doesn't care." Y/n knew he was talking about JJ. They had spent many nights in the past talking about him. She tried talking to JJ about but he just dismissed it and changed the subject. "I don't understand why, but maybe he sees the same thing my father does. I'm no good for you, y/n. Maybe this is getting to be too much? I want you to be happy and I don't think that's me. I just-"

She cut him off. "Rafe. Your feelings are validated and if it is too much, I don't want to put you through more pain. But please, wait til I get home, so we can talk about it."

He agreed then hung up, needing all the time to think. Not to mention, he didn't want to worry the girl with more of his thoughts and tears.

JJ stood outside of the door, listening to the phone call and sobs. He felt bad for putting rafe through the pain. Truth is he didn't hate Rafe. He was scared to be rejected by him. It was hard for JJ to open up with y/n, but to wilingly do the same with the same person who made fun of him all growing up. It was too much. But the thought of Rafe leaving the relationship scared him even more.

"Rafe?" JJ lightly pushed the door open. The man sniffed in response. "I think it's time we talked."

"It's okay, JJ. I won't even fight you for her. It's too much. At least in the end she'll have you." His voice broke JJ's hearts.

"If you leave, she'll lose a part of herself. If I'm being honest I'd lose a piece of me." Rafe buried his head underneath the comforter.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"No. I do." He took a few strides to sit on the end of the bed. "I mean not lie to you. But I need to apologize."

"For what?"

"For pushing you away. For being too afraid of getting close to you. For hurting you with my actions."

Rafe shifted, trying to hold back any physical signs of hope. "JJ?"

"Yes?"

"I know I was terrible to you in the past, I said sorry and thought it would be good. I tried to do good, but you pushed it away. That hurt deep down because-" he cut himself off.

JJ went on a whim and decided to lay down next to him, unsure how to comfort him. But this is what y/n would do. She would wait for the other person to turn over and pull her closer when they were ready. "Because of what?"

"I never understood why and I thought you saw what my father did. A good for nothing, cheap, kid."

"I don't think that." JJ smiled. "I think you are extremely loyal and strong. You would do anything for y/n."

"And you, JJ." Rafe turned to face him. "As much as you may push my buttons sometimes, I do care for you."

"And me." JJ finished up. "Because we're in this together. With y/n. Can we try to work on this and give it a real shot? I think if we work together, it could go well."

Rafe wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled closer. "Me too."

JJ rested his head on his chest, listening to the steady heart beat. "I'm sorry about dinner. We can grab breakfast together if that works?"

"Sounds good." Rafe gave him a kiss on the forehead, before slipping into a light nap. He felt drained.

Not even an hour later, the bedroom door slipped opened revealing a distressed y/n. Both boys startled awake, not sure if they should release one another. "What are you doing back early?" JJ poked his head up.

"I was worried for you both. I was scared you weren't going to be here if I waited any longer, Rafe. And JJ, I was scared that you would eventually push me away." Her bottom lipped quivered.

"Come here." They scooted to make room for her, allowing y/n to be sandwiched in between.

"I love you." She kissed Rafe. He repeated it back. The she turned to JJ and kissed him. "I love you." Again he repeated it back. It was a normal occurrence, but JJ and Rafe surprised her.

Rafe looked into JJ's eyes. "I love you, JJ."

"I love you, Rafe." Then the two boys shared a small, intimate kiss. One that wasn't heavy or needy. Y/n couldn't help the smile that appeared on her lips.

#jj x reader #outer banks cast #outer banks imagines #outer banks x reader #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outer banks #outer banks season three #rafe x JJ x reader #rafecameron

[messers-moony]

Pretty Face | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius takes his girlfriend to his family home and Walburga takes out all her pent up jealousy out on her. 

Inspiration: Click

Walburga Black didn’t have the life every girl dreamed about. She always dreamed of an extravagant wedding with the man of her dreams. Perhaps a tall man with a sweet personality. One to take care of her when she had a bad day at work. But that was not the life she got. 

Instead, Walburga Black had an arranged marriage with her cousin Orion. The wedding was extravagant, but she definitely wasn’t marrying the man of her dreams. Sure he was tall, with dark hair and gleaming grey eyes, but he wasn’t sweet. He was quite the opposite. He had a tongue of silver, and his brutal words brought a knife to her heart. 

Waking up to Orion was like waking up on Christmas Day alone. You can feel it; it’s so close, but yet it’s never quite right. The feeling of loneliness is there, and it never fades. Walburga was beautiful, or at least she thought so. Beautiful thick raven hair and eyes bluer than the sky, cheeks full and colored. If she was this beautiful, then why did she deserve this cruel of a fate. 

Pressure is the worst motivator. Walburga’s mother - Irma - pushed her and Orion to have children before she couldn’t carry them. Irma wanted grandchildren, and Walburga needed to produce an heir before; for some reason, she couldn’t. The Black family name needed to continue and get passed down. 

As a result of Orion and Walburga’s parent's pressure, she got pregnant with their first child. She hated this. She hated knowing that this child would grow up without a loving parental relationship. Orion and Walburga couldn’t love each other. They just couldn’t. But she wished that for her unborn child, they could. 

After much debate, they decided to name him Sirius Orion Black the Third. Sirius was the brightest star in the Canis Major - the dog constellation. His middle name was a regular hand-me-down. Most boys got their middle name from their fathers first, and most girls got theirs from their mothers first. 

Sirius was the most beautiful baby boy. Maybe she was biased, but she thought he was gorgeous. His skin was beautiful porcelain, and his eyes were so bright, energetic, and full of life. Something Walburga used to have but no longer did. He was her pride and joy—his little giggles and his voice when he began to talk. Sirius Black would be her everything - her one reason. 

But eventually, that one reason would become two. She was pregnant again. While her first pregnancy, she felt entirely alone. Now she had Sirius, and he was so sweet. During days where Walburga didn’t feel like getting out of bed, leaving Orion to take care of him, Sirius would sneak away to spend time with his momma. Sirius would crawl to the side of the bed and poke her until she held him in her arms. 

He would lay on his side and snuggle his back into her chest. Walburga would place her hand on his stomach, placing the covers over them both. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got. Orion was god awful, but her son was everything. 

Nine months later, Regulus Arcturus Black. His first name was a star in the Leo constellation, while his middle name was inherited from his Grandfather. The same pale skin as Sirius and sparkling silver eyes. She now had two reasons to continue. Her little boys, till the end. 

It wasn’t until both boys were five when Irma had a talk with Walburga about how they should be raised. Personally, Walburga thought they were the perfect little boys. Okay, sometimes they would break something, but that was normal, wasn’t it? They were boys, and they cause a ruckus. Sirius had tuffs of straight black raven hair. Regulus’ hair was wavier but still held the dark color. 

Of course, they knew their manners. Saying titles such as ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir,’ but apparently, that wasn’t enough in Irma’s eyes. They needed to sit straight, only speak when spoken to, begin their studies and stop being childish. But they were children. They’re supposed to be children. 

Irma did the cruelest thing when this was brought up by saying that if Walburga didn’t straighten her boys up, they’d be banned from the Noble House of Black. So she tried. But Sirius and Regulus were already so in their roots that trying to get them to stop was damn near impossible. So she resulted in using spells as punishments. 

By the age of seven, they were terrified of their mother. Walburga thought that Orion’s words could hurt her, but nothing hurt more than seeing her boys cower at the sight of her. She so badly wanted to cup their cheeks and give them kisses all over. She tried to baby them. She wanted them to have a childhood. But that couldn’t happen when you’re in the Noble House of Black. 

So why did she feel this way? Was it envy? Was it jealousy? Why did she hate it when Sirius brought his girlfriend home? 

Walburga couldn’t deny it. The girl was gorgeous. Her hair was silky smooth, rid of all tangles. Eyes of hypnotizing e/c. She seemed shy but still managed to be formal—greetings with the titles of ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir.’ 

Sirius was fourteen, him getting a girlfriend was bound to happen. He only got more good-looking as he grew up.  His hair got longer, and his face became more defined. Not to mention how tall he got. He was taller than Walburga now. Her baby boy, who used to snuggle with her, was no longer such a baby. Of course, Walburga had scolded him for being in Gryffindor, but in reality, she was proud of him. 

This girl - Y/n - was in Slytherin. She wasn’t a pureblood, in fact, she was a half-blood. But regardless, she was a Slytherin. Perhaps that could do some good for Sirius. Maybe Walburga wouldn’t have to ban him from the family-like Irma kept telling her to. Even as an old woman, she was a pain in the ass. 

They all made it to the dining room, and Sirius pulled out Y/n’s chair, gently pushing her in. It made Walburga grit her teeth. Why couldn’t Orion show some decency when around guests? Why didn’t Orion do that? Is this what she’s been missing the entire time? She tried to swallow it as they began eating. 

Y/n wiped her mouth with her napkin, “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Black, for this meal. It’s terrific.”

Walburga did nothing to acknowledge her. It dampened Y/n’s mood a tad, not knowing what she had done to tick them off. Sirius reached his hand under the table, intertwining their fingers together. With his thumb, he drew hearts and smiled wildly. Their love made Walburga sick to see her son with that dopey smile on his face. 

Regulus made conversation first after minutes of the awful silence, “So, Y/n, I saw you talking with Pandora and Marlene before the break. Are you guys friends?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Pandora is so sweet. She’s astute too.”

“Well, she is in Ravenclaw, makes sense.” Regulus shrugged, “What about Marlene?”

“Oh, well, we practice Quidditch together even if we’re on opposing teams.” Y/n answered, “Normally, someone else will join us like James or Nick, so Marlene throws the Bludgers at us while we throw the Quaffle around. It helps us learn how to dodge.”

Regulus had stars in his eyes, “That’s brilliant!” 

“Thanks. You can always join us if you’d like.”

“I’d love to.”

Y/n smiled warmly at him as Walburga spoke up for the first time that night, “So, you and your friends hang out often?” Her tone sounded condescending. 

“We do.” Walburga gritted her teeth, “I hang out with Leia the most, though. She’s been with me since the first year.”

“You guys must go out every night.”

She chuckled, “No, ma’am. Most of the time, Leia and I study. Sometimes Sirius and I sneak out to Hogsmeade, though.”

Sirius smiled as Y/n nudged him with her shoulder, gently kissing the top of her head, “You guys don’t have a care in the world, do you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re ruining the Black family name.” Walburga snapped, “All you have is a pretty face. You’re too happy and pretty for this family.”

Sirius tightened his grip on Y/n’s hand, “You shouldn’t get to choose who you marry. You’re in Slytherin. You get an arranged marriage.”

“Mum, I think that’s-“

“No!” She yelled, and both boys flinched, “You’re so pretty, aren’t you, doll? That doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things.”

“Looks mean nothing.” Walburga growled, “One day, Sirius will find better, and he’ll cheat on you because that’s all he’s ever seen.”

Sirius stood up abruptly, “That’s enough!”

“Walburga!” Orion shouted, and they turned to him, “Leave the girl alone.”

Walburga hmphed and sat back down in her seat. Y/n was flabbergasted, trying to digest everything that had just been said to her. Sirius was glaring daggers at his mother. That was improper and awful behavior. He wished that Y/n didn’t have to witness it. After dinner was over, they went up to Sirius’ room, where he packed a bag of some stuff, and they left to go to Y/n’s house. 

Sirius had met Y/n’s parents prior, and they were so kind to him. It’s where he usually went over winter and Easter break. That night hon of them had gotten ready for bed. Sirius was in a hoodie and sweatpants. Y/n was wearing his Quidditch jersey and shorts. 

Both of them slipped under the comforter of Y/n’s bed, and Sirius’ arms went around her waist, pulling her back close to his chest, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, Siri.” Y/n rubbed his hands, “You told me it was a bad idea, but I insisted anyway.” 

“That’s because it’s normal to meet the parents.” Sirius sighed, “Mine just aren’t normal.”

Y/n turned to face him; his face looked crestfallen; she cupped his cheek, “Your parents were forced together. There was never any love in their marriage. That’s what makes them different. I think your mum saw us together and was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Has your dad ever pulled out a chair for her?”

Sirius shook his head. 

“Has he ever held your mum’s hand?”

Another shake.

“Kissed her?”

“Not by choice.”

“She’s jealous because you do all those things for me. You’re a gentleman, and she hates that.” Y/n replied, “She wanted a man like you to love her, but she never got that.”

Sirius kissed her palm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n kissed his forehead, pulling his head to her chest, “I promise I’ll love you till the end.”

He kissed her neck in thanks, “Get some rest, puppy.”

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[sluttyten]

Hihi! I hope all is well w you!

May I request Yangyang 6, 20, 30 for yr writing prompt? Thanks! ❤

YangYang + “if you carry on like that you’re gonna make me cum.” + “i didn’t know i could do that.” “i did.” + “i thought you wanted to be a good girl.”

You were annoyed.

You’d gotten all dressed up, shaved your legs, waxed, the whole shebang for this date tonight with YangYang. And then he cancelled on you.

“I can’t go out tonight. We always end up staying out too late, getting drunk, and I have a schedule in the morning that they just reminded me about today,” he told you in apology over the phone.

“YangYang, we were supposed to meet for dinner in an hour.” You hope he can hear your irritation. “I was ready.”

He’s quiet for a second. “You can come over here, if you want.”

It’s not a date, not really, but at least he’s offering a compromise, so you appreciate that. “I’ll be over soon.”

“I love you!” YangYang singsongs. He hangs on the line waiting for you to say it back.

You’re mad at him though, so you just tell him, “I’ll be there soon.”

So by the time you arrive, YangYang definitely has to know that you’re annoyed with him. He opens the door with a sheepish smile, immediately reaching for you, but you brush past him and walk further into the apartment. He’s wearing sweatpants and a tshirt, and somehow that makes you even more angry.

Ten and Kun are both home, standing in the kitchen making dinner, and both of them greet you. You just barely return the greeting, only stopping to say hi back, to let Louis as he rubs affectionately against your leg, and then you head right to YangYang’s room.

“Dude, what did you do?” You hear Ten ask. Then, “You’d better apologize or make up for it. We like her better than you, you know.”

“Ten!” Kun chastises, and then, “But seriously, YangYang, what did you do?”

You don’t hear him answer, and a moment later YangYang comes into the room, closing the door behind him. And he looks at you just sitting on his bed with your arms folded while you look pissed off.

“Baby, you’re not gonna be mad at me all night, are you?” He walks over to his desk chair, spinning around in it to face you on his bed. “Be a good girl for me?” He pats his knee.

“I wanted to go out tonight, YangYang. I shaved, I waxed, I was all dressed up.” You explain.

YangYang nods. “And you smell really good, baby. If you come over here, then your waxing and shaving doesn’t have to go to waste.” Once more, he pats his lap. You don’t budge. “I thought you wanted to be a good girl.”

You do want to be a good girl, and you like what he’s saying about not putting your work to waste. But you didn’t do all of it just because you only want to have sex with him. You wanted to be wined and dined tonight and then fucked. Now you’re not get any wine, any food, just your boyfriend asking for sex.

When you do get up and move over to sit on his lap, YangYang smiles victoriously, but you’re determined to not give him everything he wants.

He often likes to think that he’s in charge when you’re together, and a lot of the time you let YangYang think so, but tonight, you’re the one to drag him into a kiss. You’re the one that starts grinding down on his lap.

Kissing and grinding on YangYang is all you let him have. When he tries to touch you, tries to slip a hand inside your pants or under your shirt, you seat his hand away, just giving him this. Over the clothes only. But it seems to be working for him anyway, you can feel how hard he is in his pants, and you can hear his barely restrained moans.

It’s not long before he’s gripping your hips, helping you to grind down on him.

“Baby,” he gasps after a while, “if you carry on like that, you’re gonna make me cum. I want to feel you.”

You kiss at his neck and then completely back off, stepping off his lap and standing in front of him. “I can stop, YangYang. Is that what you want?”

“No,” he groans, reaching out to pull you back towards him. “I want to feel you. Are you punishing me or something?”

Putting your hand in his hair, you twist your fingers into it, pushing his head back against his chair. “Do you think I should punish you?”

He frowns. “I’m sorry. I wanted to go out too. But I don’t want to feel dead for my schedule tomorrow.” He groans as you straddle his lap again, grinding right down on his bulge. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“I know you are.” You kiss his neck.

“So let me fuck you. I miss being inside you.” He kisses your neck too, and lifts his hips up, trying to grind against you.

“No.” You press a single kiss to his lips.

You scoot back so you’re sitting more on his knees than right in his lap, and YangYang scowls. You drag him forward by his hair to kiss him now, and when you drop your hands from his hair, he doesn’t back off, just keeps kissing you like he’s starving for it. You draw your hands down his chest and slide them into his lap.

But you don’t touch the bulge in his sweatpants, instead you touch right beside, stroking his inner thighs so gently and teasingly, completely avoiding his cock.

“I want you to cum like this, without me touching you,” you murmur into the kiss.

He shakes his head and whines, “I can’t do that.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “Then I guess you’ll have to figure something else out.” You kiss him again, continuing on with the gentle strokes of your fingers on his inner thighs so close to his cock, always just right there so close to touching him where he wants to be touched. He keeps rolling his hips up, trying to get contact with something.

You have faith that he can do what you want. YangYang’s always good at doing what you want even if he’s not aware of it himself.

And when his breath starts coming a little faster and he breaks away from your kiss to let out soft barely audible moans, you know you’ve got him.

You lower your mouth to his neck, kissing at his sweet spot. Unable to help yourself you grind down on his leg, stilling stroking his sensitive inner thigh. And you keep grinding on his thigh, throwing in some breathy moans and sighs of his name to get him there quicker.

YangYang curses under his breath, his gasp coming out broken as he rocks his hips up against nothing and cums.

You slide forward then, settling yourself over his erection, grinding down, trying to get yourself there now.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” YangYang says. He grips your hips, holding you down on him.

“I did. You’re a good boy for me, YangYang. I knew you could because I asked you to.” You drag his mouth back to yours, still rubbing yourself over him, and apparently he’s had enough of that.

YangYang stands up, holding you in his arms as your legs circle his waist, and he moves you over to his bed, dropping you down on it and untangling you so he can pull your pants down. His hands move over smoothly shaven legs, he tugs your panties aside, sliding his fingers over the sensitive waxed skin, and you sigh, sinking into his mattress as he leans in to eat you out.

So in the end you both get what you want as you cum on his tongue, and YangYang’s hard again, so he fucks you quick so you both cum again.

And as you’re pulling your clothes back into place you can’t help thinking that you did in fact get whined, dined (upon), and fucked.

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