#yeah. im sure that’ll go well.

[quietwingsinthesky]

if supernatural was any good, they would have had mary and lucifer sleep together in the apocalypse world. this would have solved zero problems with the show, but it would have created a hundred more interesting ones than they already had.

#they could have done this. for me. #it should have gone really well too. for mary and lucifer i mean. #because that would be 1000x worse for everyone else involved. if mary enjoyed herself and bonded with him. #doesn’t even have to be much of a bond but like. just enough that when sam and dean are there. it’s so incredibly uncomfortable. #sam like :) this is the second time my mother has slept with someone complicit in torturing me. i feel normal about this and its not #messing me up so bad im going to scream. this is fine. #dean would freak the fuck out about it though. openly and loudly. it’s *lucifer*. #which. of course. trying to tell mary that she’s not allowed to do what she’s already decided she’s doing because dean doesn’t want her to. #yeah. im sure that’ll go well. #lucifer doesn’t even have to do anything to drive a wedge between them besides sit there look pretty and eat mary out until she screams. #easiest job in the world #and most importantly: it would have been hot. literally just let someone walk in on mary pinning the devil himself to the floor. #why not give me this one thing huh

[justtwotired]

Hi! Could u do Sam and Colby x reader where they're exploring a haunted area and the reader has a panic attack due to a scare so they comfort

Ofc! Thank you for the request!

I did make the reader female because of some extra details, if you don’t like that please let me know I’ll change that for you<3

We just had a tour and our guide left afterwards. I would lie if I said I wasn’t nervous, I’ve never done this before.

“Alright, so our tour guide just left so we’re all alone, are you two ready?” Colby pointed the camera at Sam and me.

“Hell yeah!” Sam grinned and I just chuckled nervously. “I am rather nervous if I’m honest.” I said.

“And that’s totally fine, I mean, this is your first time, right?” Sam asked and I nodded. “It’s completely fine to be nervous or scared, I mean I can’t say I’m never scared in our own videos.” Colby said and I couldn’t help let out a small laugh.

“Alright then, where do we start?” I asked, putting my hands together.

“Well I’d say the children’s room, our guide said it was pretty active there and I mean, their children, it’s a good start,” Sam suggest and then looked at me.

“You’re a skeptic right?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes, I am a sceptic, but you know, maybe that’ll change today,” I grinned at the camera before Colby shut it off.

When we where in the children’s room he started it again and pointed it at Sam who would explain a bit.

“Alright so as the guide mentioned, there is quite a lot of activity here, mostly like toys moving, equipment going off and he mentioned knocks when you are in another room.” He summed up before Colby pointed the camera at me.

“He also said, they did really like females especially with long hair.” He said and Sam walked the frame taking some of my long locks of h/c hair in his hands and pointing at it. “Long hair.” He said and I chuckled.

“Let’s just hope they won’t cut it.” I said making them also laugh.

After the investigation in the room, we’re about to leave when I feel a strong tuck on my hair. I suck im a sharp breath and my hand shoots towards my head.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Sam immediately notices something wrong. “Something just pulled my hair I’m not kidding,” I say and tears fill my eyes.

“Like an actual pull or just movement?” Sam asked curiously, not noticing my distress yet.

“No like someone actually grabbed it and pulled,” I said and my voice broke, making them realise something was wrong. “Hey, hey it’s alright.” Colby quickly walked over putting and arm around me.

“No, no I’m fine, I’m sorry,” I apologise. “Hey, no need to say sorry, it’s all fine.” Colby reassured. My sight was blurred and I could feel my hands shaking.

“Come, you should sit down for a moment.” Sam urges and I just sit down right on the ground, leaning against the wall.

“I’m sorry,” I said again, wiping my tears out of my eyes. “No, no it’s fine, it’s fine. Come breath, in and out alright.” I’m not sure who’s speaking to me but i try my best to listen, trying to take longer breaths.

“See, that’s better,” Colby says, rubbing my back. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.” I admit as I lean my head against the wall behind me.

“You’re not going to pass out, just keep talking to me, you’re going to be alright.” Sam reassures, sitting in front of me while holding my hands to stop them from shaking.

I take deep breaths in an out, trying to calm down while they keep reassuring me everything is going to be fine.

“I- I think I’m fine, we can continue.” I said after calming down a bit, I try to sit up but Sam stops me. “Wow, let’s get you some water first and then sit for a moment longer, we’re in no rush.” He tells me before standing up and walking towards the bags to get some water.

When he returns he hands me the bottle and I take a few sips.

“I’m sorry, I just- I already was overwhelmed and then that happened, it just freaked me out.” I said. “No it’s fine, really, you don’t have to apologise, its really fine.” Colby said, sitting next to me.

“Do you still want to continue? We can cut it short and get you back,” Sam asked but I shook my head. “No, we can continue, I’m fine.” I smiled.

“Alright, but if you want to leave just say so,” he tells me and I nod. “Can we cut me freaking out from the video, though? You can add the part where I just say what happened, just… not what happened after.” I say.

“Yes, of course, I think we actually immediately cut the camera’s.” Colby says and I breath out in relief.

“Alright then, let’s continue.”

#sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby #colby brock x reader #sam golbach x reader #xplr #xplr club #panic attack #sam and colby x reader

[sunkifye]

don’t kiss me under the mistletoe

pairing— non idol nishimura riki x female reader

genre— enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis— it was the biggest (holiday) party of the year, so it was no surprise that you saw your enemy, who also happens to be your ex-crush, there. you just weren’t expecting to see him under the mistletoe next to you.

featuring— minji from newjeans

warnings— cursing, kissing, partying, riki is honestly really mean (im sorry!!)

word count— 3.1k

author’s note— merry christmas to those who celebrate! and happy holidays!!

“I seriously can’t believe they’re dating,” minji, your best friend, whispered into your ear.

“really? I saw it coming,” you shrugged before taking a sip of your drink.

“what?! how?? they’re literally best friends,” minji asked, pouring fruit punch into a plastic cup.

“that’s exactly why I saw it coming,” you explained.

“I guess so,” minji agreed. “they’re totally gonna be the it couple of the year aren’t they?”

“for sure”

“ugh I’m so jealous” minji complained.

“me too,” you sighed. “I wish I had a-”

someone had aggressively bumped into your shoulder, launching you forward towards minji.

“excuse you!” you yelled out at the person who bumped into you.

“who? me?” a familiar voice asked.

you looked up to see the culprit standing before you, nishimura riki.

“yes you nishimura! do you seriously have no manners?” you scolded the boy just to receive an eye roll from him.

“to be honest,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “I don’t really care.”

oh how he made your blood boil.

he began to walk away from you, but after taking two steps he turned back around.

“oh and I forgot to mention,” he said, looking down at you. “you should probably stop daydreaming about things that’ll never happen…”

“because you’ll never get a boyfriend,” riki said with a smirk on his face before finally walking away from you.

oh he’s really done it now.

you started to march towards riki just for minji to put her hand on your shoulder and pull you back.

“just let him go,” minji said with a sigh.

“no way! I’m not letting him get away with saying that to me,” you replied, ripping minji’s hand off of your shoulder before beginning to walk after riki once more.

“nishimura!” you shout at the boy. “who do you think you are?!”

“better than you,” he says, turning his head around to look at you.

“well, news flash! you aren’t,” you yell at him. he scoffs as he turns his head back around and continues to walk away from you.

“don’t walk away from me!” you shouted, quickening your pace so you could catch up to him.

“why? do you want my attention or something?” he asked, smirking as he turned around to face you.

“ugh as if,” you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

“as if!” riki said in a high-pitched voice, mocking you.

he lets out a laugh before walking away, but now he’s walking backwards just so he could look at you.

“you should really be nicer to people,” you reply, following him once more.

“I am nice!” he defends himself, placing his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended by your words.

“yeah right,” you say, rolling you eyes.

“just not to you,” he adds, continuing to walk backwards—which in all honesty, was a really bad idea.

since riki was facing you and not looking at where he was going, he bumped into a small table that was placed up against the wall in the hallway. the sudden movement of the table made a glass vase, which had a bouquet of white roses in it, fall over and onto the floor.

CRASH!

the vase had shattered on the floor, leaving the roses in a puddle of water on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass.

“look at what you did!” riki blamed you, pointing to the mess on the floor.

“what I did?! look at what you did!” you retorted, “this is your fault. if you were looking where you were going then maybe you wouldn’t have caused this mess!”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me then I wouldn’t have-”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me first-”

“well maybe if you hadn’t showed up to this party then none of this wouldn’t have happened!” riki spat out at you.

“what…” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“you shouldn’t even be here. these parties aren’t for people like you,” he stated, looking down at you.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“you’re a loser y/n! you always have been and you always will be,” riki stated coldly.

your eyes widened at his words. you knew he was mean, but to say something like that? you stood there looking at him, not able to fathom the fact that you once had a crush on the boy standing before you.

you were in your second year of middle school when you developed feelings for your first crush, nishimura riki. he was friends with some boys in the higher grades and was quite popular among the students in your grade. you began to crush on him a week after school had started since he sat next to you in history class. your feelings for him grew as school went on because you saw him everyday and you even had to do a project with him once.

it was the middle of the school year—about february—when a girl you were kinda friends with told you to confess to riki, telling you that he would totally go out with you and that you would have a boyfriend for valentine’s day. you, being young and naive, trusted the girl’s words and decided to tell riki how you felt.

big mistake.

it was lunchtime and you entered the cafeteria, looking around for riki’s table. you found him in almost an instant, especially with how loud his friends were. you walked up to his table and with a sudden rush of confidence you tapped on his shoulder.

“huh?” he uttered, turning his head around to face you.

“hi,” you said quietly.

“hi?” he repeated, scrunching up his eyebrows.

“riki, I really really like you,” you blurted out, causing riki to raise his eyebrows. his friends were biting their lips and covering their mouths, trying to hold back their laughter, which you failed to notice.

“and- and I was wondering if you would go out with me,” you added, looking at him with hope in your eyes. he turned his head, looking around the cafeteria, then looking at his friends, before setting his gaze back on you.

“who are you again?” he asked, genuinely confused. his friends continued to try to hold back their laughter, which they were failing at miserably. you ignored them as you kept your eyes on riki.

“I’m y/n, we have history together,” you said, hoping he would remember you. “you sit next to me… a-and we did a project together a few weeks ago,” you added, just for him to furrow his eyebrows once more.

“I don’t recall,” riki said before turning his attention away from you as he began to eat his lunch. you stood next to the table, dumbfounded as you watched him eat his sandwich. suddenly, he stopped eating and turned to you again.

“why are you still here?” riki asked in a rude tone. you honestly couldn’t comprehend anything that was happening in that moment, but you decided to speak anyway.

“I-I thought-” you stuttered.

“listen, uh… what’s your name? y/n or something, right? whatever it doesn’t matter,” riki said, looking up at you. “I don’t like you, alright? and I’d never go out with you.”

hearing his words felt like a knife just stabbed you in the heart. he seriously couldn’t have rejected you a little nicer? out of embarrassment, you turned away and quickly ran out of the cafeteria. as you left, you heard riki’s obnoxious friends burst out in laughter.

“wow riki, look at you!” one of his friends cheered.

“who does she think she is?” another one of his friends asked in between laughs.

“I know right, what a weirdo,” riki laughed. your eyes welled up with tears as you ran to the closest bathroom.

ever since that day, riki started to tease you in any way possible: making fun of you in class, calling you names, bringing up how you had a crush on him, and when his friends were around, he would be extra irritable towards you.

that was the first and last time you were confessing to someone ever again.

you turned away from riki, careful not to step in any shards of glass, and walked away from him. you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“no no no! don’t cry!” you told yourself as you fanned your face, hoping to stop the tears from falling. you had to get out of here. you had to find minji.

you pushed past people in the crowded house, trying to find your best friend. luckily for you, she was standing where you last left her, by the drink table.

“y/n!! there you are! I thought you left me for good,” minji half-joked as you ran up to her.

“I wanna go home,” you muttered, making minji’s cheerful expression change into one of worry.

“what happened?” she asked you, looking deep into your glassy eyes. you opened your mouth to say something but no words came out.

“Y/N! WAIT!” you heard a voice yell. you turn around to see riki pushing past people, making his way towards you.

you turn back around to face minji. you didn’t even need to tell her what happened because after seeing riki, she already knew.

minji was about to say something when you walked away from her, wanting to get as far away from riki as possible.

you made your way through the living room, trying to get to the front door. as you squeezed past people you heard riki’s faint voice calling after you. you walked faster, stumbling as you bumped into the upperclassmen that were crowded by the couch. you saw the front door down the hallway.

“it’s the final stretch,” you thought as you approached the doorway that connected the living room with the hallway. but before you could step out of the living room, you felt a hand grasp your wrist, tugging you backwards. you turn around, stopping in your tracks when you see that riki is the one holding onto your wrist.

“y/n-” riki said, breathing heavily.

“what?!” you snap, ripping your wrist out of his hand.

“uhm…” he uttered quietly. you rolled your eyes before turning around and trying to walk away.

he grabbed your wrist again.

“don’t go,” riki begged. you spun around to face him and he looked kinda…upset?

“why? you said that you didn’t want me here just a second ago,” you protested. he let go of your arm.

“I-” riki started before getting cut off by someone yelling.

“LOOK WHO’S UNDER THE MISTLETOE!” you heard an obnoxious voice shout.

you examined your surroundings, trying to figure out who just screamed, but instead you saw a bunch of eyes on you. by instinct, you tilted your head up, shifting your gaze to the ceiling above you. there hung the festive plant from the top of the doorway you were standing under. shit.

you averted your gaze away from the mistletoe and instead locked eyes with riki, who for some reason, looked very calm about this situation. you on the other hand—felt like you’ve completely lost your mind.

“KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” people started to chant.

you turned towards the hallway, hoping to run away from this horrid position, but there was a crowd of people blocking your way. instead, you turn the other way. maybe you can leave through the living room? wrong. there were even more teens standing in a crowd next to you, you couldn’t even see into the living room with how many people were gathered there. you had no chance of escaping this.

“so…” you heard riki mumble. you turn your head to look at him.

“so?” you repeat, furrowing your eyebrows. he doesn’t elaborate.

you sigh before deciding to speak up.

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” you scream at the top of your lungs, causing the crowd to stop chanting.

“you all are out of your mind if you think I’m going to kiss him,” you say, emphasizing the word “him” in an offended voice.

“but you guys are under the mistletoe! you have to kiss!” someone yells, breaking the crowd’s silence.

“yeah!” another voice shouts, “you can’t break a tradition!”

the crowd cheers, beginning to chant, “KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” once more.

you glance at riki, whose expression is unreadable. you stare into his eyes as you fiddle with your fingers, trying to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation.

suddenly, you felt pressure on the back of your head, pushing you forward.

the last thing you saw was a hand behind riki’s head, pushing him towards you, before your lips collided into his.

there was no way in hell you were kissing nishimura riki right now. what kinda sick dream nightmare is this?! you know your past self would be ecstatic to know you were kissing your first ever crush, your “dream man.” how disgusting.

you felt your face heat up with every second that your lips were against his. was it from anger? embarrassment? or from the feelings you still had for him since middle school? the feelings that you shoved deep down into your heart, ignoring them since he rejected you that one day.

the kiss felt like it lasted forever, when in reality, it was just a small peck that was over in seconds.

you stared at riki with wide eyes after pulling away from the forced kiss. after locking eyes with him for a split second, you immediately turn away and start to run towards the front door, squeezing past the people who were blocking your way.

you push open the door and breathlessly stumble outside into the cold. you deeply inhale through your nose, taking in the sense of freedom, before exhaling through your mouth as you slowly walk down the snow covered driveway.

“I have to call minji,” you thought to yourself. you reach down into your bag just to realize that you didn’t have your bag with you—or your coat for that matter. well now what? you needed minji to drive you home and you needed your stuff that you left inside. you shivered at the thought of entering the house again—or maybe it was because it was below freezing out and you had no jacket on? you couldn’t really tell.

just then, you heard the front door creak open. you turned around in hopes of seeing your best friend there, holding your things, and ready to drive you home. but no. it was him. seriously, out of all people it had to be him?!

you watched riki close the door behind him before jogging down the driveway.

“y/n can we talk?” he panted as he approached you.

“talk? there’s nothing to talk about,” you protested.

“well actually there is, we literally just ki-”

“can we just forget about it?”

“what?”

“forget that it happened, okay?” you demanded, wanting nothing more than to just go home and lock yourself in your bedroom.

“what if I don’t want to forget about it?”

“huh?” you mutter, making riki go silent.

“why…?” you ask, in an almost inaudible voice.

“please don’t make me say it,” he begs, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“say what?” you reply with genuine confusion. he takes a slow, deep breath before answering.

“I really like you y/n and I have for a while.”

what. the. actual. fuck.

“that…doesn’t make any sense,” you ramble,“why- then why did you reject me back then?”

“I wanted to impress my friends and if I rejected you… I thought that maybe they would think I was cool,” riki admitted shyly.

“that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you snapped.

“I know I know, but please let me-”

“don’t you think you're a bit too late?” you asked coldly, causing his face to fall.

“I…” he mumbled before stopping himself.

“can you please give me a second chance?” riki pleaded, his eyes glassy.

“why should I? you never even gave me a first chance,” you retort while crossing your arms.

“I know, I messed up badly and I really regret that,” he confessed in a shaky voice, “I'm so sorry y/n. I really am.”

the logical part of you wants to scoff at his words, reject him, give him a taste of his own medicine. but the other part of you consists of the feelings you have for him; the feelings you’ve been ignoring for years, not wanting to accept the fact that you were still infatuated by your first crush. you wanted to be with him. you always have.

“I can’t forgive myself for making you hate me but-”

“hate you? I don’t hate you,” you replied as you tugged on the end of the sleeve of your sweater, making it cover your bare hand.

“wait, what?” riki said with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“I hate that I still like you,” you admitted softly, with a small smile appearing on your face.

your words made his face light up in an instant, his bright eyes looked like they held galaxies in them.

you shifted your gaze from his eyes to his lips, which felt so warm and soft against yours a few minutes ago. now they were cracked and more of a purple color due to the chilly weather, but you still wanted to kiss them nonetheless.

you look into riki’s eyes again before taking a hesitant step towards him, your feet crunching on the snow beneath you. it seemed like he was able to read your mind because he copied your actions, taking a step towards you. leaving barely an inch in between the two of you, riki cupped your face with his hands as he pulled you in for a kiss. you leaned into him, deepening the kiss. it felt so good to finally be able to embrace your feelings for him.

after you both pull away, you notice small white specs falling onto riki’s hair. you tilt your head up and look at the sky just to see snow dancing down from the flurries above you. you look back at riki, both of you wearing cheesy smiles on your faces due to the sudden snowfall. he pulls you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, embracing his warmth.

“promise me you won’t push me away ever again,” you say almost inaudibly, speaking into his skin as you hug him tighter.

“I promise,” riki replies, laughing lightly.

“and don’t be so stupid!” you scold him half-jokingly, making him laugh even harder.

note : the more I continued writing this, the more I hated it. I feel like the ending is really rushed so I’m very sorry 😭 I feel like I could’ve done better but I wanted to write something and have it up in time for xmas. ANYWHO, thanks for reading and I’ll be back to updating chapters for rage quit. and once again happy holidays!!

#enhypen #enha #enhypen ff #enhypen fic #nishimura riki #niki enhypen #enhypen au #kpop #niki enha #enha niki #riki nishimura x reader #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki imagines #enhypen nishimura riki #niki x reader #enhypen niki #enhypen riki #riki x reader #engene #enemies to lovers #e2l #kpop fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #sunkifye

[srjlvr]

,, Babysitting With A Stranger ‘‘

PAIRING . . . babysitter!Riki X babysitter!gnReader

GENRE . . . fluff , crack !

WC . . . 1.9k+ !

SYNOPSIS . . . oops! there was a mistake with your babysitter and now you’re stuck with another babysitter…how are you going to survive?

WARNINGS . . . mention of children (again im sorry TT) , mentions of food!

“so i’ll come around 5pm tomorrow” you held your phone close to your ear, waiting for an answer, “that’ll be great, thank you!” on the line was the mother of the children you’re about to babysit the other day.

“gladly, i’ll see you tomorrow!” you happily replied and hanged up.

it’s your fourth babysitting for this week so far, ever since you heard your favorite group is going on a tour, you’ve been determined to collect enough money to buy a ticket.

“i’ve got another one for tomorrow!” you said to your mom and she pat your head, “im proud of you for starting to work your ass off”

you woke up happily the other day, going to school as usual and rejecting any plans for the afternoon.

“let’s go karaoke today!! i feel like losing my voice today” your best friend requested. “sorry, can’t today, im babysitting” you replied.

“again? it’s like your fifth time this week” “fourth to be exact, but what can i do? i gotta get that ticket” you shrugged as she rolled her eyes.

school ended up faster than you expected, and it was already time for you to get mentally prepared for at least seven hours with two children.

you arrived at the house and knocked at the door, “Y/N? come in!” you heard the mother’s voice calling you in.

you opened the door and saw the mother sitting with her children on the ground, playing with them. “meet minho and minji!” she said and the kids cutely waved at you as you smiled at them.

“it’s nice to meet you! how old are you?” you asked them, “we’re six years old” they both answered, “i was born before you though” minji teased, “only by one minute!” minho said annoyingly.

“i think we’re about to enjoy the rest of the evening together!” you said excitedly.

“i will be back around 12am, of course i will be paying you as soon as i get back” the mother smiled and you nodded, “don’t worry, have fu-“ you were about to continue but a knock on the door interrupted you.

“that’s weird, i don’t expect anyone else” the parent said and opened the door.

“hello! i’m riki,” he said, “we’ve talked on the phone three days ago and we agreed i’ll babysit the kids today until 12am”

you stood there in shock as the mother froze, “oh i’m so sorry! i forgot i talked with you on the phone and i called y/n as well oh my god this is such a mess i don’t know what to say” she held her head down.

“it’s okay ma’am! i can go back and-“ you were about to continue but she cut you off, “no no! i’m sure you two had a long way here,” she sighed, “it’s a bit weird of me to request but, is it okay if you babysit together? i’ll pay you even double as an apology”

“it’s okay really-“ “please, let me do it” she pleaded.

you and riki both sighed and nodded, “great, thank you so much!” she smiled, “i really got to go now, thank you again”

before she closed the door she looked at her kids and blowed a kiss, “bye angels, i’ll give you a kiss when i get back!”

riki got inside the house as the kids’ mother left. “so umm, i’m riki” he introduced himself, “yeah i heard your introduction from before” you awkwardly replied.

“uhhh so um” he awkwardly coughed a bit and you zoned out, “right, um im-“ “y/n, i also heard her saying your name before” he chuckled and you nodded.

“can you two stop being so awkward and play with us?” the two kids, who were watching you two standing there like the other furnitures they have at home, dragged you and riki into their bedroom.

“that is where i sleep and that’s where minji sleeps” they both pointed at their beds and you both nodded.

“minji let’s take them to our play room” minho added and minji nodded.

“let’s pick one game and play!” they said and you all sat down to discuss which game you’re going to play.

“i say we should try monopoly! we can team up and play two against two” you suggested and they all nodded.

“then i want y/n in my team” minho said. “not fair! i wanted y/n to be in my team!” minji angrily scoffed, “but i said it first!” minho teased.

“i’m here too, hello hi” riki waved at minji, “i’m good at this game, i promise we’re going to win” he opened his arms for minji to hug him. minji looked at him weirdly but as she saw that he was not going to give up, she went up and hugged him, “you better be good at this game” she said, almost sounding like a threat.

“then let’s start to play!” you rolled the dice and the game started.

“we don’t have any money left!” riki finally called out after a long game, “the bank cant give you more money than you already took, sorry” you replied teasingly, “which means we win!” you high-fived minho and you both hugged each other.

“‘im good at this game’ you said” minji glared at riki, mimicking him from before, “i didn’t know they’re going to make a good team” he whispered back.

“look at the time! it’s already 8pm!! your mother told me you need to go sleep around 8:30pm” you said.

“did you shower yet?” riki asked and the kids nodded, “have you eaten anything?” you asked and the kids shook their heads.

“let’s make some dinner!” you and riki both said and went to the kitchen.

“their mother told me they usually eat scrambled eggs and a salad before they go to sleep, let’s just do that” you smiled at riki, “i’ll make the salad” he replied.

after something like fifteen minutes, you sat the kids down at the table, and served them the food you made, “eat well, don’t fall asleep on the food” riki smiled at the kids as you both watched them starting to eat.

after a few minor fights and jokes, the kids finally finished eating and it was time to put them into sleep.

“good night!” you and riki said. “riki! can you read us cinderella?” minho requested before you could close the door. you and riki shared a few seconds of and awkward eye contact until he broke it with a sigh, “of course!”

as riki got back inside their room, you started cleaning the kitchen from all the mess they created.

riki got out of the room just when you finished your cleaning, then you both flopped on the big sofa. “it’s been a tiring day” you said. “yeah” he shortly replied and it went back to silence.

“so,” riki started talking, “why did you start babysitting?”

“it might sound funny, but i’m actually collecting money to buy a ticket for a concert of my favorite group” you replied, “how about you?”

“the same reason as you actually” you then popped your head up to see his face to look if he’s serious or not, “what group are you planning to go to?” he added.

“wait let’s say the name on the same time” you both sat up and looked deeply into each other.

“one”

“two”

“three”

“(name of your fav group)!” you both said at the same time. “no way” you said.

“you know them?” he replied shockingly, “they’re like my favorite group”

“you’re lying” you said jokingly, “how much money did you save so far?”

“i have around 200$” he replied, “no way me too!” you cheered.

“what should we do while the kids are sleeping?” he asked and you smirked, “i think you know what i’m about to say”

you both spent a whole hour playing your favorite group’s songs and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. even though he was a complete stranger a few hours ago, you felt the most comfortable around him than you’ve ever felt, and it was the exact same feeling for him.

after a tiring dancing session, you and riki flopped on the sofa again, breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. “i’m kinda hungry” you said and riki nodded in agreement.

as soon as you said that, riki got a notification, he opened his phone and read the text, “i left you and y/n some extra money if you’d like to buy yourself something to eat :) these kids are tiring so i bet you two are hungry”

“is that…” “the kid’s mom? yeah”

“damn those rich people” you both said at the same time and giggled. you decided to order pizza, it wasn’t too expensive but it’s more than enough for you both.

“y/n look! they have nintendo!” riki pointed out, “are you sure we should play in it? i dont want to touch anything that isn’t ours” you replied.

just then, riki got another notification, “p.s, dont be afraid to touch anything around the house, i know how boring it can be when the kids are sleeping ;)”

“she’s so nice i want her to adopt me” you said. “let’s play mario cart, im not better than you in monopoly, but i bet i can win in mario cart” riki said teasingly.

you nodded and grabbed the remotes, “let the games begin” you gave one of the remotes to riki and you started playing.

“so now we’re even” riki smirked, after something like five rounds, you realized you’re not going to win over him and gave up super fast. “yeah yeah i guess so, next time i’m gonna win though!”

“you think there will be next time…?” he asked. “uh well-“ you were about to continue until you heard a sound of keys outside of the door. you and riki turned off the tv and waited for the person to come in.

“hello!” the mother appeared behind the door with a huge smile on her face. “hey!” you and riki greeted her back.

“i’m so sorry again for the huge mistake! how was babysitting my little angels?” she asked, “it was great, we enjoyed doing it together as well” you both said, “your kids are the cutest!” you added.

“thank you! here’s the promised money” she held out the money for you two and you took it. “thank you so much! hope you have a wonderful night!” you and riki bid goodbye to the lady.

“that was fun” you said as you walked out of the door with riki. “it was” he replied, smiling.

“so i was thinking,” you both said at the same time, “you first” you said.

“um so i was thinking,” he said and stopped for a second to take a deep breath, “maybe i’ll be able to get your number and we could go to the concert together?” he asked, “consider it as a first date” he added.

“i would love to” you smiled at him and handed him your phone.

he put his number in your phone and gave it back to you, “hopefully i’ll get to babysit with you again,” he chuckled, “before the concert i mean”

you nodded and smiled, “that would be nice”

as you both exit the building, each one of you had to go to the other side, but not before you gave each other a short hug.

“i’ll contact you as soon as i get home” you said and he nodded. as soon as you let go from the hug, you gave him a peck on his cheek and ran away, leaving him all blushing.

you smiled to yourself, who would’ve thought that babysitting with a stranger wouldn’t be so bad after all?

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 6 (Part 3)

Following is part 3 of my translation of Chapter 6 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains Episode 7-95 to 7-100. This concludes chapter 6.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut.

Episode 7-95

Lilia: …It’s been 80 years since then, huh. They said you were gonna join the stars soon, but you’ve held on for a really long time. What a good boy. Now, aren’t you sick of being inside that egg? Are you holing yourself up in there ‘cause you’re mad about something? If you came out, I can show you picture books, and change your diaper.…So just come out already….. *sigh* Oh, yeah. I learned a new spell recently. Hard to believe at my old age, right? Life’s just full of surprises. Anyways, this spell lets me view an object’s memories… But none of the memories I’ve seen so far have helped me one bit. I guess I haven’t mastered it enough yet to sift out the important memories from the useless ones. But I’m certain I’ll be able to make a lot more progress with my search now. Maybe on my next trip I’ll finally be able to find a way to hatch you. Alright, I’ll be going now. See you, Malleus. …Hmm? Did you say something just now? No, of course you didn’t. Eggs can’t talk… I must be tired or something. …Yeah, I am little tired. So I’ll just… I’ll just take a breather here for a bit.... So not too long ago, I met this dragon that lives in the Land of Red Dragons…

Lilia: I-It’s so cold… m-my hands and f-feet f-feel like icicles…! Dammit, I’m getting s-so s-sleepy… I c-can’t… n-not… here…

(a dog barks)

Elderly Man: Oi, you there! You alright!?

Lilia: Huh…?

Elderly Man: Why, you’re just a kid! Teddy, let’s take ‘im back home on the sled.

(Teddy barks)

Elderly Man: Oh, wow. So you’re on a journey to find dragons.

Lilia: That’s right. And sorry for all the bother, I’ll get out of your hair now.

Elderly Woman: You’re not going anywhere in that shape! The winters here are just awful, a child could never cross over these mountains alone. You should stay with us until spring.

Lilia: No, I couldn’t…

Elderly Man: Don’t you worry about a thing. Why, it’s been ages since we’ve had any guests over.

Lilia: …Don’t you two see my ears?

Elderly Woman: Your ears? …Ah! Are you a fae?

Elderly Man: So you’re not a kid, are you?

Elderly Woman: I’m so sorry, I thought for sure you were about the same age as our little granddaughter.

Lilia: You aren’t… afraid of me?

Elderly Woman: Why would we be? You’ve been so sweet.

Lilia: Well, I…

Elderly Man: If you don’t want to stay until spring, then how about you just stay with us until this blizzard passes? The nights here are long in the wintertime. You think you could keep a couple of old folks company?

Lilia: …Hah. Old folks, huh. I’m the only old person here.

Elderly Woman: You certainly don’t look it. How old are you?

Lilia: 420… No, 430 years old.

Elderly Man: I didn’t see that coming! Ah hah ha! Ahh, I know. Grandma, could you get us something warm to drink? It’s not every day we get to talk to one of our elders. There’s so much I wanna ask you about.

Elderly Woman: That’s right. You can’t have a good chat without something to sip on. I wonder if you’ll like what we eat, though?

Lilia: …..

Episode 7-96

Lilia: 150 years passed by in the blink of an eye… Hard to believe I’m 450 already… a total geezer. To think, despite all my traveling over the years, there’s still places I haven’t been to yet. The world’s so much bigger than I ever could’ve imagined. And the countries out there have completely transformed since my search began. And now, there’s a bunch of places that let us followers of the night pass through. That’ll make my search a lot easier. I haven’t had any humans throw rocks at me lately, either… I guess you could say the conflict between our species is just a thing of the past, from a human’s perspective. And there’s not a thing we can do to stop their civilizations from progressing so much. One day, they’re gonna… They’re gonna forget all about us. We’ll be nothing more than fairytales to them. I just don’t want that to end up happening to you, Malleus. So could you please come out of that egg already? Aren’t you cramped in that little thing? There’s lots of annoying stuff here in the outside world, but I’m sure you’ll have a lot more fun out here. You know, Malleus. There’s so many things I want to show you once you’re born.

A letter from Baul

“Sir Vanrouge,

Please return to Dragon Capital City at once.

His Majesty’s egg is losing magic at a rapid pace.

It’s possible he may end up returning to the stars before the next full moon.

We kindly request your audience…”

Land of Briar – Maleficia’s Castle

Lilia: Baul!

Baul: Sir Vanrouge! Thank you for coming.  *Lilia grabs Baul* Ack!

Lilia: The hell do you mean Malleus’s egg is in danger!?

Baul: Augh… P-Please, compose yourself. I can’t… I can’t breathe-!

Lilia: You guys have been taking care of him, haven’t you!? So why is he-

Baul: He should’ve returned to the stars two centuries ago. Miraculously, he’s been able to hang on all these years. But now… Now his time has finally come.

Lilia: No…! Isn’t there anything we can do?

Baul: Please come with me to the tower.

Lilia: What… What’s going on here?

Baul: Three months ago, he started completely rejecting all of Queen Maleficia’s magic… His pulse has been getting weaker and weaker, and last week, this powerful forcefield suddenly appeared around the egg. Anybody who tries to get close is repelled by lightning strikes, and the doctors and Imperial Guardsmen who attempted to approach him have all been left seriously injured. Queen Maleficia has tried suppressing the forcefield with her magic, but it’s incredibly resistant... And if we aren’t careful, the egg might end up getting crushed. We’ve pretty much reached an impasse at this point.

(A dragon cries)

Lilia: Someone’s crying…

Baul: Huh?

Lilia: You guys can’t hear that voice?

Baul: Voice? All I hear is the wind and the thunder-

Lilia: Malleus!!

Episode 7-97

Lilia: Malleus!!

Baul: Sir Vanrouge! Don’t tell me you’re going to climb the tower!? You can’t go up there! Those lightning strikes could kill you!

Lilia: You damn idiot! That little kid’s crying all by himself up there! We can’t just sit around and watch!

(Lilia runs off)

Baul: Ah- Wait! Please!  Sir Vanrouge!!

Lilia: Malleus!

(Lightning strikes nearby)

Lilia: Ack-!! What power… If I get hit next time, it’s gonna be lights out for me. But… Ah ha ha! That’s the first time in 200 years you actually replied to me!

(Malleus cries out)

Lilia: That voice… I knew it. He’s crying!

(lightning strikes)

Lilia: Guaaah! Ugh, are you mad? I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was never able to hatch you…

(lightning strikes)

Lilia: What, that wasn’t it? I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me! Just stop crying and tell me what’s wrong already!

(lightning strikes)

Lilia: Augh! Haah, haaah… O-Okay, fine. That’s the spirit, Malleus! Just keep on crying! It’s okay for babies to cry! It’s okay! Cry all you want!

(lightning strikes)

Lilia: Ugaaah! Haaah, damnit, that hurts! Feels like my body’s gonna be ripped apart! Meleanor! Levan! Are you watching right now!? I’m sure you’re having a ball up there, huh. Lucky you! Well I’m not letting Malleus come join you just yet! He has to see the world… He has to see all the things you guys never got to…!

(Malleus cries out)

Lilia: …Wait, that’s it. Malleus, are you… Are you crying ‘cause you’re lonely?

(lightning flashes)

Lilia: Augh….! Ah- Ha hah. That’s it, that was it all along. Anyone’d be lonely if they were left all by themselves for two hundred years. Why did it take us so long to realize that? It was so simple... You wait right there, I’m coming for ya.

(Lilia starts climbing the tower again)

Lilia: Haaa, haaah… Almost there…

(lightning strikes)

Lilia: Aaaughh! Ugh… I really felt that one. But too bad for you… They didn’t use to call me the Running Rampart of the Verdant Moors for nothing… I’m not going down that easy…! Haaah, haaah… Okay, Malleus. What’s your next move? I can go at this all night- No, for another 100 years, another 200 years… Until you finally give up and come out of that egg already… I’m gonna keep holding you and coddling you and hugging you, no matter how long it takes…!!

(Malleus cries and starts absorbing the magic around him)

Lilia: What the-!? The egg’s drawing in a bunch of magic from all around it… Is this- Is this what the egg wanted!? Ha ha! I knew it, you were starving this whole time, weren’t you. Sheesh, you didn’t have to put up with it. Go on, take some of my magic, too. I’ll give you my magic, my life span…. as much you want!

Lilia: So please, come out already… Come join us in the outside world already!!

???: Gyaaaaaaaah!

Lilia: That… voice… it’s…?

???: Gyaaaaan!

Lilia: You… hatched?? You really hatched…?

Baby Malleus: Gyaaaaa!!

(Malleus breathes fire)

Lilia: Ack- …You’re only five seconds old, quit it with the fire balls! ..Ha ha! Look, you guys! He’s got the same green eyes and fire as Meleanor. Ah- I guess we’re the only ones here, huh. Malleus… I finally got to meet you.

Baby Malleus: Gyaaaou!

Lilia: After 200 years I finally… Ahh… Ugh…

(Lilia starts sobbing)

Episode 7-98

Silver: This whole time, I couldn’t figure out why father was dreaming of all these awful things. But now I… now I understand. This must be the happiest moment of father’s life. And he only could’ve gotten here after going through so much heartache, so much pain. And after losing so much… Only then could Lord Malleus finally enter this world…!

Sebek: Ugh… *sniffle* …I hadn’t the slightest idea… That Lord Malleus’s birth occurred under such circumstances. Despite all the countless books I’ve read on Briar Valley’s history, not a single one spoke of this moment. Why did my grandfather never make mention of this awesome tale…?

Senate Member A: Vanrouge! You did an amazing job hatching His Majesty.

Senate Member C: It’s a miracle! You’re our hero!

Lilia: …Hero?

Senate Member A: Now then, come bring His Majesty to the Queen.

(the background starts warping)

Lilia: Augh…! …No, *I… I… Augh!

Senate Member A: Vanrouge!! You fool! You dare lay your filthy hands on the heir!

Senate Member C: For a dragon egg to be hatched with a bat’s magic… This is a scandal upon scandals!

Senate Member A: You have defiled the noble blood of the Draconia clan! Do you even comprehend the utter gravity of your sin!

Grim/Sebek/Silver: !?

Sebek: What is the meaning of this!? Why have the senate members changed their tones so abruptly? And why is the world distorting before us!?

Silver: Father must be starting to realize we’re inside a dream…!

Sebek: Mean you that instead of words of celebration, Sir Lilia was subjected to this absolute abuse!?

Silver: He probably was, yeah.

Yuu: Those senate guys are going totally overboard!

Senate Member C: Do not ever show your face before His Majesty again, wretched bat! Hurry, someone get the prince away from him!

Baby Malleus: Kiiii!!!

Lilia: Ah….

Senate Member C: Call a doctor, quickly! We need to make sure His Majesty is alright!

Senate Member A: Ahh, His Majesty… How my heart aches for him. Not only did he lose his parents thanks to our useless Imperial Guard, his body has been sullied by tainted magic.

Senate Member C: What will we do if you’ve left His Majesty sickened, you fool!

Baul: You awful- …That’s it, I’m not holding my tongue a second longer! Take back what you said at once! Have you any idea just how much Sir Vanrouge loves our country, loves the Draconias! He’s devoted his everything to them!

Lilia: …Enough, Baul. It’s better this way. I’m sure this is the right thing to do… The right thing to do? …Augh! My head’s killing me…!

Baul: Sir Vanrouge! Are you okay!?

(lightning strikes)

Everyone: !?

???: So this is where you were. I finally found you… Lilia!

Episode 7-99

???: So this is where you were. I finally found you… Lilia!

Lilia: That voice… Levan!? When did you get back- No, wait. Those horns. They look just like Meleanor’s… Who the hell are you!?

Malleus: …I never knew… I never knew you gave up part of your own lifespan to hatch me.

Lilia: Hatch you? The hell are you-

Malleus: Those damn senate members, how dare they treat you like this… And my grandmother! Why did she hide the truth from me all this time!?

Lilia: Malleus, no! I was the one who asked everyone to keep quiet about all this. I was worried you’d feel guilty if you knew the truth… Huh!? No, you’re not Malleus… Malleus hasn’t even learned to shift into his two-legged form yet, he’s just a baby… Ugh.. My… head…!

Malleus: Don’t bother yourself with all those unnecessary thoughts, Lilia. You need not suffer one moment longer. Now tell me, what kind of dream would you like? One in which my mother and father are still alive? Or perhaps one where you and your son can live together in peace?

Lilia: Ugh… Stop it, *I…. I…!

Malleus: I’ll grant you your every wish. Now come, Lilia, and take my hand…

Silver: FAAATHEEEER!!

Malleus/Silver: !?

Lilia: The Knight of Dawn!? Why are you here!? Ugh!... No, you’re-!

Malleus: Silver, Sebek… You two again, eh. You must have an awfully hard time falling asleep. Do you still intend to oppose me?

Silver: We’re never giving up! Never!!

Sebek: All the more, knowing how Sir Lilia feels. He poured his love into you so that you might enter this world, and we shan’t sit around and watch us you become its enemy!

Silver: That’s why we’re going to put an end to this… We’re ending your “Blessing”, Lord Malleus!

Lilia: Blessing… Ah- Aah!!

(Lilia sees flashbacks of his farewell party)

Lilia: Heh… Kufufu… Hahaha! Ahahahah! Well said, you two. I wouldn’t expect anything less from my apprentices.

Silver: Huh? Apprentice…? Are you…

Lilia: My head finally cleared up. I remember everything now, Silver, Sebek. And Grim and Yuu, too!

Sebek/Silver: Sir Lilia! / Father!

Lilia: Seems like I took a nice, long nap. Ooh, you’re in hot water, Malleus!

Malleus: Tsch... So you’ve awoken. …However, you needn’t worry. I’ll put you back to bed again in a moment.

Lilia: Ha! You’re going to put me to bed? You grew into such a cheeky young man, you know that. Go ahead and try, then! Everybody, follow my lead! …and run awaaaaaaay!!!

Yuu: Wha- run away!?

Malleus: Fufufu… A game of tag, is it? I feel it’s been decades since we’ve gamboled together like this. We’ve all the time in the world. So let’s have some fun, shall we, Lilia? He heh heh…. Ahahahhaha!!

TL note: He’s switching between using the first-person pronoun 俺 and the first-person pronoun わし. His past self uses 俺 and his present self uses わし so he’s starting to wake up from the dream here.

Episode 7-100

Lilia: I’ll keep Malleus busy, and you guys escape with Silver’s Unique Magic in the meantime.

Silver: !? We’re not leaving you behind! Come with us!

Lilia: Oh, it’s fine. I’m long used to Malleus’s little tantrums. Besides, my magic reserves are back to normal inside this dream, so I’m the best choice to take him on.

Sebek: But that’s-!

Lilia: Don’t you worry. Malleus would never dare hurt me like that. …I suppose he takes after his father in that way. He’s a kind man, not cruel. Silver, Sebek. You guys have to handle the “real” Malleus for me.

Sebek/Silver: …Yes, sir!

(Malleus appears in a pillar of green fire)

Malleus: I found you, Lilia! …Now then, what shall it be? Hahahah…. AH HA HAHAHA!

Lilia: Now’s your chance to escape! Hurry!

Silver: …I swear, we’ll wake up you and everybody else from this dream. There’s so much I want to talk to you about!

Lilia: Yes, Silver! That’s a promise. Let’s meet again, once we’re all wide awake! …The night’s blessing upon ye.

Silver: …The night’s blessing upon ye! Those I’ve met before, and those I’ll meet someday…. Come, and let us dream the same dream!

Corridor of Dreams

Everyone: aaaAAAAAAHHH!!

Sebek: Oi, Silver! Just whose dream are we traipsing into now!?

Silver: I don’t know! But we’ll need to put a plan together once we cross over! Everybody, hang onto me and don’t let go!

Grim: Uwaaaah!! You’re gonna pop me like a balloon before we even make it to the next dream!

Silver: Hm? Do you guys see that, there’s something shining in the distance…

???: Ooooi!

Sebek: What on earth is that!? Something’s approaching us rapidly!!

Silver: Is it a bird? A plane? No, that’s-!

Ortho: Ooooooi!!

Everyone: Ortho!?

Ortho: Yup, it’s me! I finally found you guys!

Silver: How did you even get here!?

Ortho: We’ll talk later! For now, just hang onto me! Okay, let’s go! Waaaaarp!

Ignihyde Dorm

Everyone: aaaAAAAAHHH!!!

Sebek: Ugh… Must we always make such an unsightly entrance?

Yuu: I’m used to it, honestly.

Silver: Is this… Ignihyde?

Sebek: Just whose dream have we entered, I wonder?

Grim: Wait, where’d Ortho go!? He was just with us?

Silver: What? Oh, no, what if he got left behind in the Corridor…!?

???: Uhhh… Umm… could you guys, uh, chill out a bit?

Everyone: !!!!

???: Wait, wait, wait! Time out! I’m on your guys’ side, so could you not with the death stares…

Silver: Y-You’re…!

Idia: Can’t start a boss raid without a tank, and now we’re all set to go. The opening act’s DONEZO. Time for the main event! Heehee!

Part 1

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[leonsfiancee]

one broken heart. - leon s. kennedy.

You and Leon have been close friends for six years. You both helped each other when things were bad, and looked for comfort in each other. You always have thought of him as a friend, nothing more. But for Leon, it’s a different story..

leon kennedy x female reader

•••

Leon and you were in your house, talking about recent events in your lives. You were laughing a little and having a good time. But all of a sudden, Leon went quiet. He was thinking about something. "You look like you want to say something.." You said to him, snapping him out of his trance. “Yeah, I do..” He simply said. “Care to elaborate?"

"It isn’t easy for me to say, I’m not sure where I should start..” Leon sighed, looking at the floor. He was nervous and trying to figure out what to say. He wanted to tell you how he felt. But he couldn’t find the words. You moved closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. You gave him a reassuring smile. “Hey, you can tell me. Don't worry."

He nodded, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. "I-im just glad you’re my friend, you know? I’n glad you're always there for me. I feel like you’re the one person I can count on..."

Leon paused, he didn’t know how to continue. He looked into your eyes. "And.. I really appreciate you..” He said in a lower tone. You smiled softly at him, feeling his hand gently brush against your cheek.

You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to say more, but he just couldn’t. Then it all started to come together. You realized why he was saying these things. And why he was acting differently. "Leon..what are you saying?” You asked, still not getting it.

He looked away from you, closing his eyes. "I don't know what I'm saying. I-I-I don’t know.. I think I'm in love with you..” There. He finally said it. After all this time, he said the words he wanted to tell you. You just sat there, staring at him. "Leon, I..." You trailed off, not sure how to respond. You didn't want to hurt him. You didn’t know how you felt about him.

Leon could tell by your reaction that you didn’t feel the same way. You weren’t interested in him. He was hoping you would feel the same. He was hoping this would go differently. The first time he confessed his feelings in a long time. And he didn’t know if he could take the pain of another heartbreak.

You didn't want to leave him hanging. But you just didn’t feel the same. And you didn’t want to lead him on, that would just make things worse. “How..how long have you felt like this?” You asked him. "For a long time now. I've been wanting to say something for a while..I just never had the courage..” He admitted.

He had feelings for you for a long time. You thought back to all the times you spent together. All the moments you two had. The way you looked at each other. All the things you did together. It wasn’t like he was always looking at you, but the way he would glance at you, and look away, and blush. It was so obvious, you were surprised you didn't realize sooner. “I-I don’t know what to say.. I never knew."

"Well, it's okay. You don’t have to say anything." Leon told you. He stood up, looking away. "I have to go. I'll see you later."

“Leon, no. Listen to me, please."

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me feel better. You don't feel the same way. It’s fine, I can deal with it. Just give me some space."

He left without saying anything else. You were left alone with your thoughts. You couldn't help but think of all the times you and Leon hung out together. The smiles you shared, the laughs you had, the fun you had.

How the hell would you be able to tell him that you didn't feel the same way. How were you going to say goodbye to a friendship like that?

You weren’t sure if you and Leon would remain to have a steady friendship after..

•••

a/n: i can’t believe y’all gave me so many likes on my last post😭 TSYMM!!!

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[officesiren101]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇: spencer reid x bimbo!blk! femreader

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: once a month, spencer goes down to this bakery to get his normal coffee and a small donut but he unknowingly sees his future coworker stuffing her face with sweets from the bakery.

warnings: food mentioned, reader is based on elle woods sorta, the fic is in 3rd person , and i can’t think of anything else

(first time doing this so enjoy!!)

Spencer goes to this bakery called maples bakery once a month when he wants to spoil himself. But the bakery is far away the bau, so he wakes up early once a month just to get his simple order.

Spencer opens his car door as he gets out of it and brushes his clothes off just to make sure he looks presentable. after that, he walks to the bakery and looks up and sees the sign “Maple’s bakery” that’s run by a sweet old lady.

Spencer opens the door and the smell of coffee and sweet treats hit his nose. he makes his way to the front as then he looks up at the menu wondering if he’s going get something new.. but he just chooses what he always gets.

“Can i get a small coffee with 3 sugar packs on the side and a apple fritter, please and thank you.” Spencer says as he gives the cashier a small smile as he then pays the amount needed. He then sits down on a bench and opens a book he’s been reading.

Spencer sat there reading until he hears heels clack around the tile floor’s as she walks with some type of excitement. As she walks past him he gets a whiff of her sugary perfume that causes him to look up for a moment. He sees her wearing pink high heels with a pink pencil skirt and a matching blazer with her kinky curls down with a small bow clip in it.

“Hii!! can i get like a espresso and 3 pack of the donuts, thank youu loveee!!” She says bubbly as she looks at the cashier as she gives the cashier a smile with her pearly whites.

She catches him looking at her as she the waves happily at him with a big cheesy grin on her face.

Spencer awkwardly chuckles a bit and gives her a small wave before going back to his book.

She goes to sit down at a table as she then opens her compact mirror and fixes her lip combo while waiting. afterwards she brushes her skirt down as she waits patiently.

Spencer’s order gets called as he puts his book back into his bag and gets his order and sits down at a table across from hers. he begans to fix his coffee to his liking.

Her order gets called as she quickly gets up and walks to the front grabbing her stuff and sitting back down not even waiting for a second to dig in. She begins to drink her expressso even though it’s hot causing her to gasp softly and say

“Ah! it burned me.” but she still drinks it happily she dips her donut in the coffee and begins to eat them.

Spencer looked up from the book he was reading from her gasp as his eyebrow raised softly as he sees her stuffing her face.

“You’Know you can get a sugar rush?” Spencer asks to her as he looks at her with small smile.

“Oh..I haven’t actually thought of that..but i need the energy it’s my first day at this new job.” She says with a slight frown as she looks at him.

“Oh? a new job well i don’t think your boss would like you to be all jittery on the first day, would they?” Spencer asks her as he chuckles a bit

“Yeah..you might be right..” She says as she then gets up and sits at the chair next to him at his table. “I’m Y/n! how about you mr.know it all” She says with a big smile on her face as she gives him his hand to shake.

“Im Spencer..that’s a new name for sure.” He says laughs as he shakes her hands as her hands are so soft like if he touched a pillow.

“Nice to meet you Spencer! you know we should hang out more.. you seem like a good influence.” She says as she has her face in her palms as she looks up at him with admiration.

“Hang out more? yeah that’ll be nice, i’ll have to find some time with my job and all.” Spencer says as he has a rosy tint on his cheeks as he smiles.

“What’s your job?” She asks as he then says “I’m with the fbi more correctly the bau unit.”

“The bau??!!! i just got hired there!! omg! omg! omg!” she says as she stands up quickly and grabs his hands which puts him shock for a bit before just letting her do whatever.

“We are going to be best agents out there!” She says with excitement in her voice.

#spencer reid #black reader #bimbo reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x blkfemreader #fluff

[shimonerin]

Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop

Content: You and Iwaizumi walking home together and sharing a soda pop under the early evening sky

Tags: casual intimacy, slight pining, fluff, slice of life

Words: 1.4k

A/N: Was hoping i could write the scene more visually but alas im not that good TvT

The sky was filled with a kaleidoscope of orange, violet, and pink hues mixing together in a perfect gradient sunset. You twisted the key into the knob, locking Seijoh’s court after another long practice. As the team’s manager, the coach entrusted you to lock after every practice, which means you have to stay behind until everyone’s done with whatever business they have inside.

It wasn’t ideal for you to go home so late but on the other hand, Iwaizumi’s presence seems to make your after-school journey less exhausting to the soul. Usually, you’d walk home with Oikawa as well but an emergency came up, and you’re left with his intimidating best friend.

Putting the keys back to one of the pockets in your bag, you turned to Iwaizumi with a small smile “You know you don’t have to wait for me.”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled, simply staying quiet as he had his hands in his pockets “You ready to go?”

“Mhm-hm” You nodded with a hum, catching up to him as the two of you exited the school gates. The walk home was silent, with only the sounds of birds chirping and the wind blowing against your hair filling the space.

You purse your lips together, thoughts running inside your head and wondering why Iwaizumi is taking the time out of his day to walk with you, even when Oikawa’s not in the scene. You’d always assumed he only tags along because of him.

While you were lost in your thoughts and staring at the wide array of green land and villages just underneath, Hajime would glance over at you every once in a while. You looked…very pretty. Your hair was flying in the cool night’s breeze and your steps were so light, compared to his rather rugged ones.

“Are you done with the reading material?” You casually started the conversation, which made him jump a little bit in his skin. He wasn’t always so good with small talk.

“Uh, no…” He muttered, quickly averting his gaze from you and turned to face the ground “I’ll probably do it tomorrow. It’s not due for a bit anyways.” He says, rather dismissively, but you were used to it. Ever so cool and hot-headed at the same time, softer around you and rough with the others.

You nodded in understanding, tilting your head ever so slightly at him “Yeah? Well, you always seem to get it done one way or another so you don’t have to worry.” You say before lightly elbowing him at the arm in a playful way “If I don’t get it done tonight, I won’t have the energy to do it tomorrow. And the thought of having to cram that by morning sounds horrifying to me.”

Iwaizumi wore a small smirk on his face, looking you over quickly before turning his attention back to the road in front of him “At least you’re disciplined enough. That’ll get you far, you know?”

“I hope so.” You shrugged

He would stay silent again after that, not really sure what else to say. The both of you were always so awkward with each other sometimes, even when you’ve known each other for as long as Oikawa can talk.

You can hear the cicadas tick and the pale light emitted by the fireflies as you come across a vending machine near a fork on the road, stopping you in your tracks.

“Do you want anything from the vending machine?” He suddenly asked in a low voice, focusing on the way you were eyeing the vending machine. You purse your lips and nod as you try to fish out your wallet from the pockets of Seijoh’s university jacket “Yeah, I’m really thirsty.”

“Hold on…” Iwaizumi would reply before he slowly approached you and grabbed his wallet out of his own pockets. He’d look over the colorful variety of drinks inside and try to figure out what you were looking at “What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”

With his back turned towards you and leaning down to look through the options, you were thankful he wouldn’t be able to see the way your face heats up. You exclaimed, taking your place beside him “Hey, I didn’t tell you that you could do that! ”

He paused when you took your place beside him, a lump in his throat forming having you so close to him and giving him a chance to take a whiff of your lingering faint perfume. He grumbled out a response, his back was a little tense as he attempted to straighten it “Just let me get it for you.”

You looked at him with a slightly worried expression on your face “Are you sure?” You asked him, clutching the hem of your jacket against the cold wind.

He could feel his face softening for you before turning it into a small scowl, as if switching back to default once he feels himself slipping away “I said that I don’t mind! So, stop refusing, alright?” He’d scold you with his signature gruff in his voice. You were sure nothing could sway him so you sighed in defeat “Okay, okay. I’ll, uhm, I’ll get the strawberry soda.”

You pointed towards the light pink bottled drink on the fifth shelf. Iwaizumi scooted closer and pressed the buttons for you before hearing the whirring of the machine followed by the clanging of the soda drop on the compartment. He would open the can with a twist of his thumb and hand you your drink “Careful, it’s cold.”

You took the open can from him, your fingers grazing over his “Thank you so much.” You chuckled and looked up at him “Aren’t you getting one for yourself?”

He’d shake his head, escaping your eyes once more “No, I’m fine.” He wished he wasn’t as nonchalant with you as he thought he would be. But, God, he didn’t want to accidentally mess up. He’s not Oikawa, for fuck’s sake.

Your eyes shone like the small sparkling stars in the sky, your smile brighter than any street lamp in this small town. He’d have to catch himself from sighing and instead opted to clear his throat and leaned at the metal frame of the vending machine, looking away.

The fork on the road nearby is where you always split up after walking them home. Tonight, it doesn’t seem like the two of you have any plans of going there yet. The promise of staying within each other’s presence very much filled the air with tense anticipation.

Taking a large gulp of the fizzy pink drink, you heave out a sigh “It’s a crescent moon tonight.” Iwaizumi followed your gaze and noticed just how beautiful it looked. The clouds covering up parts of the moon gives it a rather mysterious charm to it.

It wasn’t as breathtaking as you, though. Somehow, someway, he’d feel himself gravitating towards you more. The way your eyes would adorably squint back at the moon because of your poor eyesight and maybe the way your hair would fall on your bare face.

How could you just stand there and look so…mesmerizing to him. You’re so oblivious to it and it’s annoying him.

“You should get going.” He broke the silence, walking you over to the fork on the road “Wouldn’t want you to miss dinner.”

You sway your hands over to him, shaking your head, your cheeks tinted with the palest pink flush “It’s fine, it’s fine. But, uh, yeah I think it’s getting a little late.”

Before waving you off like he always does, he turned his body towards yours and, unexpectedly, tousled your hair with a soft grunt. The contact ran a tingle up your spine and you found yourself holding your breath in his presence.

Iwaizumi couldn’t feel the words coming out as he wanted them to, feeling it stuck up in his throat. You were waiting and he’s making himself look like an idiot.

His words get stuck in his throat like a dying soda pop, bubbling with no resolution or release. His face burns and his heart starts beating quickly when you look at him like that but the words are just out of reach.

"I'll...I'll, uhm, see you tomorrow, I guess." He'd finally utter out, although in a rather choked up way. His flustered state had you chuckling to yourself but you dare not tease him about it.

"Alright, I'll see you too." You say, waving him off and walking away, but not before looking back with a smile "Can I buy you soda tomorrow?"

A small soft smirk plastered on his face.

"I'll take the blue raspberry one, then."

#haikyuu! #haikyuu #hq #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines

[song-witch]

Wants Manifest As Needs

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 6,432

Warnings: Negative self/body talk, slight smut, angst, flashback.

A/N: im going bonkers :)

Part One Part Two

Wanda stood in front of the mirror in the small dressing room, a mix of some distraught emotion mixed with anxiousness written on her face. She hadn’t been shopping for lingerie really ever, especially not at some fancy and expensive boutique. But Nat had insisted on it, had told her she deserved something nice and not to worry about it. Of course she was worrying about it.

“You can’t laugh, okay?” Wanda spoke seriously, a no nonsense tone to her voice. She slowly turned her body from side to side, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and a hand on her stomach. It was weirdly reminiscent of when she had been pregnant with the twins: shopping for a new bra because her old one didn’t fit. She thinks she’d be happy about not having small tits anymore, though it was more of an inconvenience than a bragging right. Plus, she had Nat. She didn’t need to flaunt them.

“Baby, why would I-” Natasha sighed and Wanda could practically see her rubbing her forehead. The brunette said it was a trait of the redhead getting old, that the 34 year old was aging faster than she realized. That had landed her something akin to a punishment. It hadn’t taken her long to find out she wasn’t a fan of edging. Nat, however, was.

“Just promise me. Please.” The brunette bit on her lip harder, trying to stem her sudden anxiety. Nat had seen her completely naked, so why was she so nervous all of a sudden? The redhead had actively encouraged their mall date, had said she’d get some too if it helped ease her anxiety. She had hoped Nat would go first, that they’d have no choice but to go home after because Wanda just couldn’t hold back. Nat had other plans, though, and had said Wanda should go first to get it done with. Wanda wanted to scream at least five cuss words at her.

“I won’t laugh, now let me see.” She could hear the woman shifting in her seat, clearly impatient. She hesitated though. They hardly had sex with the lights on and the fake fluorescents of this store highlighted every single inch of her body. She hated it. Despised it, really. The curve of her stomach, fullness of her hips and thighs. It’s a stark contrast of before she had been pregnant; nothing but skin and bones.

She didn’t want to go out. Didn’t want to open that stupid curtain and for Nat to actually see her. She was glad that they were in a small room separated by a curtain meaning no one else would be able to see her. At the same time, she was basically forced to show Natasha, not wanting to face the way she would be looked at if she ran out. She was sick of pity.

“Wanda?” Natasha’s voice pulled her out of her reverie, blinking at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t meant to zone out. Well, she hardly ever did. It just… happens. She wants to be more in the moment, more present. She’s not sure that’ll happen. “Are you okay?"

“What? Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Wanda wiped the water from her eyes, shaking her head. No, she wasn’t okay. She forced herself away from the mirror, looking around the small space. She knew Natasha was standing right outside the curtain, her hand grasped at it as if she were going to tear it open and save her. She’s not so sure she’s worth saving. Or that there’s anything worth saving.

“Are you sure? You’re quiet.” Despite the hand on the curtain, Natasha didn’t open it, though her fingers twitched. Wanda felt awful. She should be able to try on a bra and underwear for her girlfriend. Her t-shirt sitting on top of her pile of clothes caught her eye and she practically lunged to grab it, pulling it over her head.

“I’m okay.” Wanda took a deep breath before opening the curtain, coming face to face with the redhead. She smiled brightly, hoping the woman wouldn't be suspicious. Natasha smiled back at her, her hand letting go of the curtain to instead cup Wanda’s cheek, effectively grounding her. The woman’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of her shirt, her lips pursing.

“Did they not fit? We can get a different size.” Her eyes traveled up and down her body and Wanda had to fight the urge to shut the curtain. Logically she knew Nat wasn’t trying to make her feel insecure, that it was her own brain yelling horrid things at her. It didn’t make it any less humiliating.

“No. No, they fit. I just…” Wanda trailed off as she looked down to hide her blush, grasping at the bottom of the shirt. She just hated the way she looked and knew Nat would too and- She needed to stop thinking. Natasha had never once commented on her body in a negative way, despite her own body being, quite clearly, fully matured.

“I guess I’ve just never tried on lingerie, I don’t-” Wanda shrugged, the hem of her shirt being rubbed between her pointer finger and thumb. She wanted to take the damn lacey shit off, wanted to get out of the stupid boutique entirely.

“Hey, that’s okay. There’s a first time for everything, right?” Natasha smirked at her. Her hand covered Wanda’s, tugging softly at the fabric. Wanda knew Natasha’s pupils were dilated, that she was desperate to see Wanda in lingerie. She had only been suggesting the idea since they met.

“I guess so.” Wanda only shrugged, holding the woman’s hand. Their fingers easily threaded together, a common occurrence. Wanda seemed to always be reaching for her hand, needing the physical reminder that Nat was actually there.

“Let's make a deal. You show me this set or whichever you want to, I’ll show you mine and then we get lunch, okay?” Nat’s voice softened, her free hand tracing down Wanda's face. She leaned into the touch, looking up at the woman through her eyelashes.

“What’s the catch?” The student raised an eyebrow, much like the redhead would, looking at her suspiciously. There was always a catch. Sure, she and Nat had been dating for a month and a half, but there had to be some secret side that she didn’t know about. She just had to wait to figure out what that was.

“There is no catch. What do you say?” Natasha shook her head though, a serious look on her face. As much as she wanted to take the shirt off of her girlfriend, she would wait, knowing that Wanda had to have it on for a reason. It was okay though, there would be many opportunities to see the brunette in lingerie.

“Deal, but only if you go first.” And with that they had shown each other a single set each, albeit Wanda much more grudgingly than the older. Nat’s had left very little to her imagination and she had forgotten she still had to show Nat hers, the horniness she had ignored while she was pregnant coming back full force. Wanda’s was not nearly as showing, the panties high waisted and the bra covering a majority of her ribcage. Nat still drooled over her and she had half the mind to stop them from having steamy dressing room sex.

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Wanda felt her heart beat faster as she scanned the menu, worrying her lip between her teeth. Everything was so expensive. Sure, she saved a lot of money by not buying formula, but that didn’t make her rich by any means. She felt bad for how often Nat paid for them when they went out, always trying to offer her card or cash. The redhead never accepted it, though, told her to put it towards college or her nephews as she helped her brother with the twins. It was quite the opposite; Pietro paid roughly three quarters of their rent while she handled the rest and any utilities. He was selfless like that, always taking care of her issues.

“What’s on your mind?” And Natasha was grabbing her attention again. She was still looking at her own menu, barely glancing at the brunette over the top of it. She knew Nat knew what she was going to get, having mentioned frequenting the restaurant numerous times before, and was trying to ease her anxiety. She appreciated it more than she could ever say.

“I don’t know what to get.” Wanda giggled nervously, meeting the redhead’s gaze. Nat had this look on her face, like she knew what Wanda was thinking. It was unnerving at times, just how well Nat knew her. She supposes that’s what happens when you’re in a relationship with someone who actually cares. “I think I’m just going to get a salad.”

“A salad? Wanda, you have to get more than that.” Natasha looked upset. Why did she care about how much or what she was eating? Sure, the woman tended to be a health nut, but that concerned herself, not Wanda. Plus, isn’t the college experience to eat shitty, non-nutritional food? At least, that’s what everyone said.

“I’m not that hungry.” Wanda shrugged, fiddling with the menu. The only way she could describe the restaurant was as a family owned, more expensive Olive Garden. She remembers how often she and Pietro would beg to go there as kids. They didn’t get to until they had their own jobs. And no parents. That part hurt.

Their server came before either one of them could say anything else, a girl who was definitely in college. Wanda wondered if she had ever been in a class with her or if Nat had taught her before. She was always scared that someone would see them together and would tattle, but Nat had reassured her that there were manys excuses they could use. It didn’t make her any more confident. The girl was asking what she would like and, before her mind could comprehend, Nat was ordering for her. The waitress was leaving before she could say anything, some pasta dish written down instead of what she was supposed to order.

“Nat.” Wanda whispered harshly under her breath, leaning forward in the booth. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening to them, anger flaring in her chest. She had wanted salad for a reason. Why Nat wouldn’t order it was beyond her.

“I don’t… I can’t afford that, Nat, you know that.” Venom coated her words, a tone she hardly used. She was beyond upset right now. Natasha knew how little she made. Knew she spread herself so thin that oftentimes when she’d go over, she would end up falling asleep.

"Wanda. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, alright?” Natasha shook her head, taking the brunette’s hand. Nat had money. Nat knew she had money and actively tried to spend it on Wanda no matter the situation. Wanda had jokingly called her her sugar mommy and Nat had only smirked and tried to buy her clothes. It had flattered her early on; Nat paying for dinner, for her coffee, for lunch. As their relationship grew, Wanda had very quickly realized that Nat downright refused to let her pay, even for something as simple as a drink at the gas station.

It had started to irritate her. She wanted to buy things for Nat. Wanted to spend what little money she had on her boys and Nat. She has started making little gifts, small thank yous whenever she came over. It was often some sort of candy or flower or something for them to try or do together as her own form of payment.

“Why?” Wanda pursed her lips. She was genuinely asking. She wasn’t worth spending money on. Sure, she can excuse dinner here or there, and even then she was trying to pay the next time or for her own meal. Natasha fought to spend money on her.

“Why what?” Natasha was confused. Wanda almost laughed. The question was simple. She sighed before rubbing her face, fixing the woman with a look.

“Why do you keep doing this? You…” She gestured to the space around them. Wanda dropped her head into her hands, groaning as she couldn’t formulate a sentence. There were so many things buzzing through her head, she wishes that Nat could just read it for once. “You buy me stuff and don’t expect anything. I don’t… I can’t repay you, Nat.”

"Because I want to, Wanda. Money doesn’t matter to me, okay? Besides, you need to eat an actual meal.” Natasha gently pulled her hands away from her head, smoothing her thumb over the tops of them. It was a practiced move, something so little yet meaningful. She shrugged as she spoke, knowing Wanda couldn’t argue with the fact.

She had a bad habit of not eating breakfast, something Nat picked up on early in their relationship. When questioned about it, Wanda only shrugged and explained that her stomach hurt when she ate before a certain time. It wasn’t a lie, though she failed to mention the part about growing up poor, that they didn’t have food for breakfast for a reason.

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"So, do you want to tell me about what happened on Wednesday?” It wasn’t until their food had come and they had filled the space with small talk that Nat dropped the question, cutting into her chicken. Wanda choked on her food, harshly coughing into her elbow. She had been waiting for it, had been waiting for Nat to ask all week, yet hadn't expected mid-bite.

“What do you mean what happened?” Wanda briefly glanced at the woman. She didn’t look mad or even upset, just curious. Maybe a little confused. Hell, even she herself was confused by what had happened. Before she had had the twins, she hadn’t had an anxiety attack in years. She figures it was because she wasn’t allowed to. Pushing that thought away, she had barely made it to the bathroom before she had broken down, hardly pulling herself together before going to class.

“Wanda. Neither of us are dumb.” Natasha set her fork and knife down and Wanda knew that meant business. She had the look on her face that she kept on in the classroom; a look that Wanda had seen when students were acting up. She never thought that look would be directed at her. It made her squirm.

“Nothing happened, Nat. I don’t know what you’re expecting.” Wanda sighed, twirling her fork around her pasta. She wasn’t hungry anymore. She didn’t want to be there either. She wanted to go home with her babies and pretend that the last week hadn’t happened. Pretend her and Nat were happily married and that the twins were hers and holy shit. She wanted Nat to be their mom. Wanted to stop pretending they were Pietro’s, wanted Nat to know they were hers.

“I just want to know what Agatha was talking about. You dropped out?” Natasha was eating her food again, which was a good sign in Wanda’s eyes. She was no longer looking at her like she had done something wrong, her face returning to her normal stoic expression. Sometimes, she didn’t know which was worse.

“No, I-” Wanda cut herself off, exasperatedly sighing. She hadn’t dropped out. She withdrew from Agatha’s class, had the twins and was going to school again. It’s not like she wanted to withdraw from her class, far from it if she were being honest. She rolled her eyes. “Dr. Harkness was being dramatic.”

"Oh-kay? So what happened?” She really hated how often Nat asked questions sometimes. What did she expect dating a professor with a doctorate? It wasn’t her first rodeo. Except, they hadn't dated. Were only friends with benefits. Not friends. Fuck buddies? No, that was too vulgar. People who occasionally had sex together that meant something but neither were committed? Whatever they had been didn’t matter anymore.

“I-” Had twins. Wanda set her fork down, pushing her hair out of her face before rubbing her eyes. The only person at her college who knew about the twins was her advisor, and even that was because she knew that, realistically, she’d be giving birth within a month of finals and would more than likely fail. Not to mention issues she had with a certain… someone in one of her classes.

“Things happened with Pietro and-” My ex, her mind screamed, and she wished she could turn it off permanently. Wished she could stop thinking about him. She shook her head, biting her lip. She was lying again. She hated how much she lied. But she knew Nat wouldn’t want her if she told her the twins were hers. She was 19. Who wanted a college sophomore with a life full of baggage and twin newborns. “-And I had to withdraw. It wasn’t a choice.”

“But she said you were looking better, did something happen to yo-” Natasha shook her head, her eyebrows furrowing. Wanda’s story didn’t make sense. Why would Agatha say Wanda was looking better if something had happened to Pietro? Unless Agatha didn’t know Wanda had withdrawn. That would make sense.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please.” Wanda looked down. She didn’t want Nat to look at her. Didn’t want the woman to look at her with pity. She loved Nat, craved her at the most inconvenient times, but couldn’t tell her the simplest thing.

“Okay. Okay, we don’t have to. Whatever it was, is better now, right?” Natasha was reaching for her hands before she could say anything, rubbing her knuckles. Wanda wanted to pull away, wanted to break down and tell Natasha every shitty detail of her life and for Natasha to just hold her, tell her everything was going to be okay. That they’d be okay. She could only want, though.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. It’s… complicated.” It wasn’t complicated though. Her ex was a shitty person, she had the twins, had somewhat of an affair (if you could even call it that) and was now dating Nat. She didn’t know or really care about what happened with her ex, had disappeared after the whole hospital fiasco, hadn’t texted her in three months.

“I’m here if you need anything, Wanda. You’re not alone anymore.” Natasha smiled softly, squeezing her hands once and pressing a kiss to them before pulling away, resuming their lunch. The rest of their date went on without any further bumps, well, not counting the every date struggle of Natasha paying while Wanda argued that she should. They had parted their ways at the exit, a single kiss of a promise that they’d see each other soon.

Wanda had gone home to feed and play with the twins, spending time with them after her morning out. She had given Pietro her leftovers, more than half of the dish in a takeout container tossed his way. She stayed until nearly 7pm, her duffel bag packed and ready to spend the night at Nat’s. She kissed both of her boys goodbye, pumping before leaving so the boys had enough to last them through the next day.

She was hardly in the door before Nat was kissing her, using her to shut the door. She doesn’t think she’d ever get sick of this. Doesn’t think she’ll ever get sick of Nat. Ever get sick of her lips. And legs. And hands. And fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. “Baby.”

“You looked so good in that set.” Natasha stopped for all of two seconds to look at her, before trailing her lips down the brunette’s neck, her thigh raising between the girl’s. Wanda moaned, letting her head fall back onto the door. The redhead was sucking spots into her skin, her tongue cold against her heated skin.

“Bed.” Wanda gasped, grinding into the woman’s thigh. She had initially thought their night would have consisted of a movie and Wanda cooking dinner, a nice, relaxing evening after a stressful week. Clearly, Natasha had other plans. Not that she wouldn’t be relaxed after their night.

Natasha’s hands wrapped around her thighs, urging them around her waist before she was lifting up. Wanda practically squealed, dropping her bag in favor of wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck. As much as she would have loved to have sex then and there, she preferred Nat’s bed. Neither of them wanted to deal with the back pain in the morning.

“You’re lucky we didn’t fuck in that store.” Natasha smirked against her neck. She was right. Wanda had nearly bust on the spot when she saw Nat, keeping her hands in her lap as the woman modeled for her. Wanda could only hope she looked as good as the woman in fifteen years.

“You would’ve gotten us kicked out.” Wanda grasped the woman’s hair, pulling her head back. She knew her pupils were as blown as the redhead’s, possibly even more.

“Would’ve been fun.” Natasha smirked and it only made Wanda want her more. Her body was pushed onto the mattress, Natasha on top of her, pulling her shirt off with no hesitation. Her chest heaved as Natasha cupped her through her bra, arching her back. “So pretty for me.”

The words had her absolutely soaked. She was tugging at Nat’s shirt, desperately trying to get it off. Natasha had that cocky smirk set on her face, brushing a thumb over her nipple before she could complain. It had her moaning, tugging even harder at the redhead's shirt.

“Please.” Wanda begged. She had never been against begging and even if she was, Nat made it so easy. She wanted Nat so bad. Needed her. She can’t think about anything but the woman, her brain short circuiting.

“Please what?” Natasha squinted at her, her eyebrows raised. It sent more flutters through her stomach. She continued to play with her tits, pinching and squeezing and tugging lightly on them. Wanda was cursing through a breath. She was so fucking sensitive. Nat knew that and used it to her advantage, teasing her more often than not.

“Let me see you.” Wanda whined, tugging yet again. Natasha obliged with her request, easily pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to meet Wanda’s on the floor. The brunette couldn’t help but ogle. She was so desperately in love with every part of the redhead’s body. Maybe even the redhead herself. The thought had her lunging forward, reattaching their lips.

“Someone’s eager.” Natasha mumbled, swiping her tongue against the seam of the brunette’s lips. Wanda moaned into her mouth, allowing the older woman access. Nat’s hand unhooked her bra, one still grasping at the soft mound, the other pulling the material away from her.

She ground her hips into the brunette’s, smirking as another moan was pulled from her lips. The professor bit her lip before scaling down her body, sucking harshly at the soft skin of her breasts. Wanda arched into the touch. Before she knew it, Natasha's lips were trailing down her stomach, fingers tugging her leggings and panties down in one go, her mouth following. She was panting as she laid there, her body practically shaking at the thought of what was coming next. Quite literally coming next.

Nat was kissing her way up her legs, stopping at her knee to nip at the skin there, reveling in the way Wanda pulled back just slightly. The back of her knees were ticklish and she couldn’t resist. It only lasted a moment, though, before she was kissing and nipping her way up again, biting at the apex of her thighs. It sent a tingle down Wanda’s spine. She thought Nat would continue her way up like normal, that they’d make out before one of them put the strap on. She didn’t continue up like normal, however, and was licking a long line up her vulva.

“S-stop.” Wanda gasped, gently but urgently pulling at Nat’s soft curls. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest and that her lungs were going to explode, panic coursing through her body. Her muscles spasmed, her legs closing and arms pulling up, desperate to get Nat away. Something between whines and gasps left her mouth, her body shutting down.

“Wanda, hey, hey calm down.” Natasha pushed herself off of the brunette, wincing slightly at the sheer force Wanda was using to pull her hair. She had never seen her so panicked, except for maybe in her office with Agatha, but even then, she hadn’t had a look of pure terror on her face.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.” Wanda shook her head, still grasping at the woman’s hair. She couldn’t see Nat anymore, instead being replaced by a head full of dark hair and anger. He was mad at her, beyond pissed that she had even entertained the idea of him going down on her.

“No, no, I’m sorry. Plea- I’m sorry!” She was absolutely petrified, unable to move as he slowly crept up her body. He was going to hurt her. Again. She couldn’t let that happen. She had the twins now. He couldn’t win again.

He didn’t say anything as he climbed towards her face and she almost thinks thats for the better. Thinks she would rather die than hear him say something about how much of a slut she is and how she didn’t deserve to be a mother. She was inclined to believe him. She squeezed her eyes shut as he got closer, yet she could still see him, still feel his rough hands against her body.

“Please don’t.” Wanda whispered, desperately trying to stop her tears. He hated when she cried. Said if she wanted to be a little bitch, she could go home. She didn’t have a home. She only had him. And he knew that too. Knew she had nowhere else to go and no one to turn to. And he would always use it against her.

His hands were wrapping around her throat before she could say anything, forcing her down against the bed. She gasped as her airway was cut off, her eyes popping open in surprise. She tried to take in a breath, struggling against him as she was unable to, shaking her head once again. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe and he was going to kill her. It sent another wave of panic through her body. Her boys. He was going to kill her and take her babies and-

“Wanda!” And she was pulled back to reality, gasping as cool water hit her face. She curled onto her side as she started coughing, arms curling around her stomach. A hand against her back had her flexing away from it, gasping through her coughs. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay, Wanda. It’s just me.”

“Nat?” Wanda blinked her eyes open, eyes trailing up the redhead’s body in slight confusion. What happened? She felt woozy, like she could throw up any second. Nat’s hand disappeared from her back, instead threading through her sweaty locks. She leaned into the touch.

“Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart.” Natasha smiled sadly at her, brushing the wet hair out of her face. It vaguely occurred to her that her hair was a mix of sweat and cold water. It made her realize how cool her chest was all of a sudden, a stark contrast to how hot she had been moments earlier.

“Why am I wet?” Wanda murmured, delicately touching her forehead. Sure enough, as she pulled her hand away, droplets of water followed, dripping onto her chest. It pulled her attention down, registering the fact that she was very much naked. It was instantaneous how she curled around herself even tighter, wrapping her arms around her breasts and stomach.

“You were freaking out. Nothing was working so I went with water and well, you know what happened from there.” Natasha looked sheepish, her hand being removed once again in favor of placing a towel over the brunette, her free hand dragging the comforter over her body. First the water and now a towel. Where was she getting stuff? The bathroom, her tired mind supplied.

“Oh.” Wanda mumbled, her eyebrows furrowing. Natasha stood and walked towards the closet and Wanda had to suppress a whine, not wanting to be alone. The feeling of danger still rang through her head, a gross tightening still in her chest. It felt like he’d appear at any moment. That it wouldn’t be Nat coming out of the closet, it would be him. The thought made her shudder.

But the redhead was walking back into the room seconds later, a pile of fabric held in her hands. It sent a wave of relief through her body, her chest loosening just slightly. Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, holding the clothes in her lap. She wrung them out, briefly holding them in the air for Wanda to see before laying them out on the bed.

“Here, sit up.” Nat helped her up, letting Wanda keep her arm wrapped around her towel. A shirt was being pulled over her head, the redhead silently guiding one of her arms through the hole and then the other, pulling the top down over the towel and to the top of her comforter. A sweatshirt was guided onto her as well before the towel was pulled away, Wanda’s body remaining covered the entire time.

“Thank you.” Wanda spoke softly, a certain apprehensiveness to her tone. It was accompanied by a blush. She felt vulnerable and insecure, not even able to put clothes on herself. She wasn’t complaining about the fact that the clothes were Natasha’s, though, the scent of sandalwood and fabric softener washing over her.

“Lay back.” Nat didn’t react to her, instead urging her to lay down, one hand supporting her back while the other pushed her shoulder back. Wanda easily obliged, sighing softly. More clothes were held in front of her before being laid out, Nat waiting for her eyes to meet hers to talk. “Can I touch you to put these on? I won’t look.”

"Y-yeah.” Wanda swallowed thickly, nodding her head. She didn’t know how that was going to work, but she trusted Nat to figure it out. Before she could even try to think, the redhead was standing, flipping the comforter over her ankles. The sudden change in temperature had her shivering, a small smirk pulling at Natasha’s lips.

“Sorry, baby.” Nat pressed a kiss to her ankle, her breath hot against her cool skin. Wanda breathed a sigh through her lips, forcing herself to relax against her pillow. The thought made her blush. Her pillow on Nat’s bed. It made her heart swell. She hardly paid attention as the woman slid a pair of panties up her legs, barely touching her body. It made her heart swell even more. “Lift your hips, love.”

The term of endearment made her stomach flutter, though it clearly slipped past the woman’s lips without a second thought. That made it even hotter, if anything. She whined as she raised her hips off the bed, Nat sliding the garment past the curve of her ass and settling them on her hips. She carefully slid the tip of her fingers in the waistband, easily sliding them around her body to make sure it wasn’t twisted anywhere.

“You doing okay, baby?” Natasha was back by her face, gently pushing her hair back once again. It was so intensely intimate, the way that Nat didn’t hesitate to take care of her. Wanda loved it. Loved her. Holy shit. She loved Natasha. Truly, genuinely loved her. Fuck.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Wanda tried to shake the thought away. If she hadn’t been so shaken up about what had just happened, she thinks she would’ve taken Nat on the spot. Not thinks, knows. Instead, she laid there in her daze, barely aware of the redhead’s hands on her body.

“Up.” She was lifting her hips without a second thought, the softness of the woman’s sweatpants comforting her even further. Nat made sure the elastic wasn’t twisted once again, pressing a kiss to her forehead before tugging a pair of socks over her feet. “Good job, sweetheart.”

Wanda keened at the praise. She pursed her lips, humming as Nat took the hint and pressed a kiss against them. She loved Natasha’s lips. Wanted to kiss them forever. The woman laid a multitude of kisses across her face, not stopping until she deemed the entirety of her face covered.

“Let’s get out of this wet spot, yeah?” Wanda had forgotten about the water and cringed. She hardly nodded before Nat was tugging her to sit up, easily maneuvering her across the bed and into her arms. Smooth, Wanda thought.

The brunette easily cuddled into her frame, sliding her head under the woman’s chin and wrapping an arm around her waist. Natasha held her close, pressing kisses along her forehead and brushing her hair. This is why you love her. Wanda’s heart leapt at the thought. They laid there for what seemed to be hours, decompressing after the unexpected.

“What happened?” And for what seemed like the upteenth time that day, Natasha wanted to know why she was so fucked up. Why she couldn’t go through her day like a normal person. Her tone was soft, though, like she expected Wanda to not answer.

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Her tone was just as soft, accompanied by confusion. It was the truth. She didn’t know what happened. Nat was kissing her one moment and the next… the next she was being choked by him. The thought sent shivers down her body and she curled into the redhead.

“Was it something I did?” Natasha pushed her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. She was so genuinely concerned it made the brunette want to cry. Except, she had already cried enough that night and didn’t want to anymore. It was embarrassing. She knew it was because of how fucked up her hormones were, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating.

“No! No, I just…” Wanda trailed off, blushing as she didn't know what to say. It was hard to look away. They both wanted to know why she freaked out so suddenly. It had never happened before. Why now? She was tempted to leave it at that. To say she didn’t know and call it a day. She had an idea as to why though and was blurting it out before she could stop herself.

“He never-” Wanda cut herself off with a nervous giggle, her lips quivering. She knew Nat would never make fun of her for it, theoretically, at least, but she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it. He had eaten her out once, and it didn’t even count because he was drunk and it was no more than a warm-up for him to sloppily fuck her before he passed out. It had been discovered early on that faking her orgasm was the only way she would get him off her case. He had declared the next time he was thrusting into her that neither of them had liked it and that it would be a waste of his time. Thus marking the first and last time Wanda had ever been eaten out.

“My ex never did… that because neither of us liked it and it doesn’t matter that I don’t like it, but I don’t want you to do it because you won’t like it, either.” Wanda covered her face as she spoke, muffling her already high-pitched and hurried words into something unintelligible.

“Woah, woah. Wanda, slow down.” Natasha reached to pull her hands away, gently holding the brunette's wrists between her own hands. Her face was flushed a bright red that traveled down her chest as her breath heaved, clearly embarrassed by the revelation.

“Hey.” Nat let go of one of her wrists, allowing it to drop onto her stomach in favor of brushing her hair out of her face, trailing her hand down her face to cup her cheek. Wanda could hardly see the woman with how glassy her vision had become, a new set of tears threatening to shed, no doubt.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you didn’t like it and I’m sorry for not asking beforehand.” Natasha spoke softly, stroking her cheek as she did so. Wanda’s eyes traveled along her features, scanning for some sort of insincerity on her face, only to find none. It was both confusing and comforting. “As for me not liking it, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t have do it if I didn’t like it either.”

Wanda laughed half heartedly at that. She sniffled as Nat brushed the pads of her thumbs under her eyes, swiping at imaginary tears. The brunette’s eyes fluttered shut, relaxing further into the woman’s hold. Her body felt like jelly, her brain working at a pace far faster than she was able to process in the moment.

Natasha didn’t say anything else, instead reaching to turn the TV on and pulling the comforter snuggly around them. It was a position they found themselves in often, mostly after sex, but also after a nice day or night where both of them are exhausted. It was nice. Being held in someone’s arms without any ulterior movement.

“I’m sorry I ruined the mood.” Wanda’s voice was quiet, spoken in that soft, timid timber she uses far too often in Nat’s opinion. Had they not been so close together, Nat thinks she wouldn’t have heard her. Natasha shook her head.

“You didn’t ruin the mood, love.” She spoke just as softly, letting the fleshy part of her palm near her thumb rest against her cheekbone. Wanda could hear that her heart was steady, nowhere near as fast as her own was beating. She thought of how a nurse had explained to her that that’s why her twins loved to be held, that they could feel her heart beating like they had when she was pregnant and it comforted them. She wondered if it was the same with adults.

“Okay.” Wanda whispered, sinking further against her chest. She felt safe. She hadn’t felt that in a long time. Maybe Nat could protect her. She’s not sure against what, but the thought warms her heart. It’s the last thing she thinks of before she falls asleep, just how much she loves the woman. Maybe she did need her after all.

#jane's fics #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat

[waitingonher]

44+7 with percy please ?

EMMY'S 100 EVENT CELEBRATION

percy jackson + give me a kiss first. + i'll pay.

content warning: nothing

authors note: pls im on fire rn. 3 fics released in 3 days?!?! i LOVE not being in a writing slump! oh and why the employees would let little teenagers hold a $130 necklace?? idk 🤒🤒

the expanse of the jewelry shop almost seems dizzying as you roam through the rows and rows of display cases. you and percy eye a variety of accessories, from diamond encrusted rings to dangly ruby earrings. but as your boyfriend follows only a few steps behind you, he thinks that in comparison, you’re the real jewel here. and yes, he does acknowledge how cheesy that realization is, but with the way your eyes are twinkling at the sight of everything and the way you have that gorgeous smile on display, it doesn’t seem very cheesy anymore. 

moments later, you find yourself holding an absolutely gorgeous necklace that’s caught your eye. the way it gleamed and glistened underneath the bright white lighting of the store had you hooked the moment you saw it through the display case. looking up, curious green eyes meet your gaze, brows raised in question, “do you like that one?” percy asks, studying your features. 

“yeah, it’s super pretty,” you nod your head with enthusiasm, “i think the color of the jewel goes well with my skin tone,” holding the necklace against your neck, you wiggle your brows. 

your boyfriend hums. but not as a sign of agreement, more so just acknowledging your comment, because in all honesty, percy’s never really understood the whole “it goes well with my skin tone” thing. the truth is, your boyfriend wholeheartedly believes that you could pull off any color, and he means any color. throw on the ugliest shade of orange known to mankind and he’d still end up complimenting you. 

“how much is it?” percy inquires, mentally going through his wallet. unsurprisingly, if he doesn’t have enough cash for the necklace, your boyfriend would find some way to pay for it. even if it means singing or dancing (very poorly) on the side of the street for some stranger’s pity change. 

you didn’t even think of the price. oops. grabbing the tiny tag, you turn it around to read the price, and in big bold numbers, it reads $130. so much for adding it to your jewelry collection. you groan and flip the tag towards percy, “love, look at the price! if only it wasn’t so expensive, then i could-” 

“i’ll pay,” percy declares, his voice confident and sure, as if dropping $130 for you was no big deal. for you, having your boyfriend spend that much money on you is absolutely ludicrous. but for percy, he’d spend any amount of cash if it means seeing you happy, and if this necklace that matches your skin tone so well makes you happy, then so be it, “no if’s or but’s. let me pay for it, y/n.” 

did you hear him correctly? percy wants to pay for your $130 necklace? of course it’s not unusual for him to offer to pay for your things, because he always does. but the thing is, he always ends up paying for it in the end. and you fear that today is going to be the same. 

you wave your hand in dismissal, “no, i can’t let you do that. besides, i bet they have some cheaper knockoffs online,” your mind already fills with all of the sites you could check, and you hope this argument makes your boyfriend back down.

percy quirks a brow, “and does a cheaper knockoff guarantee good quality?” he knows you, so he knows your vehement hate for crappy jewelry that’ll end up rusting or oxidizing after a couple of showers. 

“okay, well i guess not, but-” 

“come on babe, you already know how this is gonna end,” percy gives you a knowing grin, as if he’s replaying all your past dates in his head, “so let’s skip the bickering and get to the part where you let me pay for this necklace.” 

boy, is he determined. you sigh, knowing that no matter what you do or say, percy will somehow figure out a way of getting you and the necklace to the register, “fine. but i’m covering lunch today, okay?” 

your boyfriend nods his head, “sure,” but his less than eager tone coupled with his overly exaggerated smile makes you not very sure if you’ll be able to actually spend any money today, “now let’s go pay.” 

with that, you and percy head in the direction of the register, his hand on the small of your back as you lead the way. yet again, another win for your boyfriend. 

“y/n, wait,” percy reaches for your shoulder and turns your body around to face him. he can’t let you walk away with a free necklace, can he? you hum in reply, awaiting his response. good, his brain is finally working and he’s going to say nevermind, you think. a win for you! or so you think, “give me a kiss first,” percy adds, his straight face morphing into a cocky smirk. not a win for you.

but hey, who are you to deny a free necklace and a kiss from your boyfriend? you shake your head and roll your eyes at him, but percy can’t help but look at your smile. now that’s what he wants to see, your beautiful, beautiful smile. your boyfriend leans down as he gently cups the sides of your face and places a kiss on your lips. it’s short and it’s soft, but it’s perfect. and it may be even more perfect than the very necklace in your hand. 

#[🍵] emmy's 100 event #this is my take on an everyone is fine and are normal teens with jobs!au 😍😍 #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #pjo x reader #percy jackson fluff #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo imagine #pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo fandom #pjoverse #riordanverse #pjo headcanon

[nayelixz]

A Mediocre Date?

After the marriage between Yugo and Amalia, of course they’d want to spend all their time together, though this desire is almost unattainable, due to the amount of work and pick up needed after the Necromes had attacked the World of Twelve. But tonight, Yugo has set up something that he hopes that’ll relieve Amalia from her stress.

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“Oh Sadida, Yugo! You cannot believe how tired I am! I’m almost drained from helping out almost half of the kingdom.”

“Well I hope you’re not too drained, because I have a surprise for you!”

Amalia raises her head off the bed, wondering what surprise her husband has in store.

“But first! You gotta close your eyes.”

“Are you being serious? If I close my eyes I’m falling asleep.”

“Come on Ami, just close your eyes. It’ll be worth it.”

“Alright, but you better lead me there quick or bonne nuit!” (little french joke there… IM ONLY IN UNIT 4 ON DUOLINGO BEFORE YOU SAY ITS NOT FUNNY 😭)

“Oh, It won’t take long, we’ll be there before you can say tofu.”

“To-“

In the blink of an eye, they were there.

“Alright you can open them in.. 3… 2… 1… okay, now!”

As the princess opened her eyes she saw the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen, even more beautiful than the sunsets she watches everyday. They were nearby a waterfall hidden within the Sadida forest and flowers that were shaped into a heart shape, white, yellow, and pink flowers as fireflies filled the air. It was quiet, and quiet was perfect.

“Wow.. Yugo this is.. very childish but surprisingly romantic.”

“Thank- Wait, how is this childish?!”

“Well the flowers in a heart shape? Not saying it isn’t cute because trust me it’s adorable, but it reminds me of something a teen would do!”

“Oh..”

The eliatrope looked slightly upset, he didn’t know that this wouldn’t be enough.

“But, this, it’s beautiful. The waterfall, the fireflies, and the flowers, they’re all beautiful.”

While saying this, Amalia pecks Yugo on the cheek. Making his frown fade away, and turn into a soft smile.

“That’s not all, I got more for tongiht.”

“Really? What is it?”

As soon as Amalia said that, the eliatrope has grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in, to where their bodies are touching, as Yugo leans in and kisses her on the lips. The passionate kiss between the two lasts almost forever, until Amalia pulls away, gasping for air. Seeing the is makes Yugo chuckle, even though he has no place to laugh, his wings are stimming like crazy.

“You need air?”

“Well if I knew that this kiss would last that long I would’ve made sure to take a moment to gather myself! Plus, you can’t be talking, I know you’re way much more happier about this than me.”

“How do you know?”

She points at his hat, his wings still going crazy as ever, making him a little embarrassed himself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hide the fact that you loved it.”

“Would I be wrong to say I did?”

“No, I think the only reason you liked it that much is because it’s me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully, of course he’d enjoy it that much, it’s his wife! He hasn’t been apart of any other relationships since. Amalia is his first.

“Yeah, come with me..”

Yugo had grabbed the princess’s hand and had created a portal to the INSIDE OF THE WATERFALL?

“W-Wait YUGO IM NOT-“

Before she could finish her sentence, they were there, BOTH soaked in water, but behind the waterfall looked like a secret hangout, there was two porch swings, one covered in green and white flowers, white cushioning with a beautiful white fluffy pillow, and the other one with black cushioning, with a blue pillow, it seemed less decorated than the other swing, but it still seemed comfortable. There was flowers on the top sides of the roof of the cave-like rock shelter and a little wooden coffee table with the little wooden figures of the gang, Dally, Eva, Yugo Amalia, and of course, Ruel.

“YUGO! Come on! I told you I wasn’t ready to enter the waterfall!”

“Oops.. sorry”

The princess started pouting, after a hardworking day, she didn’t want to get SOAKED by a waterfall. She just wanted to lay down and relax. But then she looked around and saw the hangout area, once again, not over the top but, peaceful.

“Sorry, I- Amalia…”

“Yugo, I know, you tried and thank you for that, but what is this supposed to be?”

“I just wanted to show you this hangout I made for the two of us, just us two, and nobody else.”

“Nobody else?”

“Nobody.”

Hearing this, the princess got a little bit shy.. *He wanted to be alone with me?*

“Now whenever we are doing all that paperwork, we can do it together in the same area, where it’s quiet, and where nobody can find us.”

“Oh Yugo… I really don’t deserve you. You’re an amazing guy and you’re just too good for me!”

“Well I can say the same for you to Amalia.”

“You’re such a dork! A very caring dork..”

The two settled down in the blue and black swing, with Yugo laying in Amalia’s lap as she rubbed his head.

“I love you Amalia.”

“I love you to Yugo.”

((this is my first time writing a kinda fanfic, but yeah i hoped you enjoyed it!))

I JUST NOTICED I PUT PRINCESS THAN QUEEN IM SORRY IGNORE THAT 😭

#yumalia #wakfu s4 #wakfu #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia #yugo #amalia sheran sharm

[delimeats-000]

Princess

✧ fred weasley x fem!reader ✧

summary: Ron brings home a “friend” for Bill and Fluer’s wedding, and Fred just wants to help y/n with her dress.

warnings: sexual but not quite smut

requested.

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“You ready yet?”

“Almost!”

ron brought me as some sort of date to his older brother’s wedding.

“Are you sure it’s ok that i’m here, Ronald?”

“Yes, y/n. Mum is happy to finally meet you.”

I sigh softly.

“Listen, i’m going to head down to get some snacks and maybe that’ll relax you a bit.”, ron says holding my arms.

i nod,”Yeah, alright, thanks.”

he nods and walks away.

minutes go by, as i stand in the mirror looking to tie up my dress, i think i hear ron’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Hey, can you come here and tie up my dress, please.”

“Of course, princess.”

i look up, it’s fred. he looks good, just how you left him.

“Fred.”, just a simple acknowledgment, nothing more.

“Hey there.”

his dumb, smug smile. i’ve missed it.

he ties my dress.

“All done, princess.”

“Thanks.” i say quiet and frantic.

i try to put on my heels ad quick as possible. bent over and falling he grabs my waist, stopping me in my tracks.

“Look at me.” he lifts my chin with a single finger.

“Yes?”

“What’s the hurry princess? Reception’s not for an hour.”

“I need to go find Ron. He was supposed to come help me.”

“Well, Ron is busy. Luckily for you im here.”

“I’m not here for you, Freddy. Ronald invited me, not you.”

“Oh come on, princess, dont do that to me. I’m here to help you, i’m at your command.”

he moves closer, his left hand still on my waist while his right reaches to hold my head up toward him.

“Fred. You left me.”

“Im here now. I’m here for you.”

and he kisses me.

i cant help but kiss back. i can feel his hands all over me, he lifts me up and drops me onto ron’s bed. his lips sloppily kissing mine and slowly moving down to my neck. his teeth are sinking into my skin and i can feel it turning purple.

his hands are moving up under my dress. he stops.

“Tell me what you need princess.”

“Freddy.”, i say in a stern tone.

“Yes ma’am.” as he goes back to kissing me.

just as his hands reach my core…

“FRED!”

ron calls.

“Shit!”

“Shh princess, YEAH!” his pointer finger to his lips.

“COME DOWN AND HELP PUT UP THE TENT!”

“COMING!”, he looks to me, winking. “When im back, you will be too, princess.”

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i hope this was good🥲, love you🫶.

#harry potter #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #weasley twins #fred weasely x y/n #fred wealsey fic #oneshot #x y/n #y/n #x reader #fanfics

[no-see-um-incorrect]

OK I think you’ve waited long enough 

My apologies if this Sucks Ass

In All My Years 

William/Marie (1/3)

TW ⚠️colm being awful⚠️harmful hands have been placed⚠️cursing⚠️smoking⚠️ arguing⚠️ mentions of past addictions and trauma⚠️

“JOEY! I NEED AN ADAM AND EVE ON A RAFT FOR TABLE SIX. MARIE GET THOSE FRIES TO BOOTH TWO!”

“You got it boss!”

She quickly stacked the plates on her arms and heads over to the table before feeling a buzzing in her pocket 

“here you go that’s two orders of french fries two orders of cheese fries, and two orders of chili fries right?…..good everyone enjoy”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket 

CALLER ID:  David 

“SADIE IM TAKING A TEN”

She quickly hangs up her apron and goes out the back door behind the restaurant. And answers the phone

“hello Marie”

“David sweetheart, I wasn’t expecting your call how’s the morning been treating ya?”

“it’s been going fine other than the fact that Asher almost put regular gas in my diesel truck. this morning has gone smoothly. How about yourself?”

“just trying to get through lunch rush”

“well, I commend you I have a hard enough time making sure tank and Christian don’t rip each other’s heads off I can’t imagine dealing with rude entitled customers”

“well when you got a little over 17 years worth of practice it comes just that little bit easier. So what kind of news gets me a phone call from the big man at the peak of noon?”

“right. Tomorrow we are having a small pack meeting with the house of Solaire.  it will only be a few people, and I would appreciate it if you joined us”

“well…hold on let me see what time?” She hears paper flipping on the other end “does 7:30 work for you?” she thinks for a moment “yeah that’ll work out just fine. Oh and David, by any chance will my son be there?” “yes, I asked Milo to attend as well”

“OK well I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t overwork yourself you hear me young man. Take care of yourself. Make sure you take your lunch break and drink some water all right?”

“yes Marie thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow”

 Curiosity, plagues her thoughts as to why David requested for her specifically. But she doesn’t question it.

The day progressed as it often does and the next thing she knew it was closing time she finishes wiping down the counters and tables, making sure everything’s in their place.

“i’m heading home Sadie”

“you need a ride Marie? It’s pretty dark out there”

“Thanks for the offer hon but I can get home OK. Tell Abigail I said hi” 

“Will do Marie”

Once everyone leaves, Marie locks the door and makes the walk to her apartment.

*BUZZ*

Message from: My little man

“Hey Ma I would normally call you but my phones about to die and I’m out of the house. I Just wanted to say have a good night and get home safe. love ya Ma❤️”

“Love you too baby💋”

She carefully opens the door to her apartment. Cautiously walking down the hall, and upon seeing her partner passed out in the lazy boy in front of the TV.  turns around and head towards the bathroom to wash up.  washing away the day, feeling the tension leave from her head when she puts her hair down.  she ties up her robe and heads to bed. 

—————————-time skip——————————

(⚠️⚠️⚠️ argument⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️)

The day went on as it often does, and  Marie got off of work and her usual Monday time and was now getting ready for a meeting with her pack and apparently a few special guests 

Her hair laid in short coffee curls that just barely grazed her shoulders. The dim light above shining just bright enough to highlight her dark eyes.

“who are you getting all gussied up for?”

She turned her attention to the figure behind her. Her partner leaning against the doorway groggily 

“David’s having a small pack meeting  with the Solaire house….and requested me there.”

She says finishing her makeup. And grabbing her jacket. He scuffs  “still rubbing elbows with mosquitoes Marie..” she discreetly rolled her eyes. “times are different now hon…vampires aren’t as bad as our parents made them out to be…”

Colm slams his fist against the wall “THEY STOLE OUR LAND AND KILLED OUR PEOPLE!”

She was upset at his behavior, but in an effort to not escalate the situation further, she kept her tone calm  “we live in America Colm. Half of history, is people taking land and killing people…the way I see it is easier to form an opinion on an individual then where they came from…..AND you know our pack doesn’t tolerate that kinda attitude” he got up in her face as if trying to intimidate…but if he knew the woman he was talking to for even a day, he would know that she’s beyond intimidation 

“David is just as spineless as his father was…this pack Isn’t even a WOLF PACK ANYMORE!”

“what are you trying to say?”

“our alpha and beta are engaged to humans! One of our strongest is with a Vamp, OUR SON IS-”

“DONT. Do not bring our son into this colm…..the boys are happy and that’s all I care about. I’m not gonna….i’m not gonna fight about that…..I gotta go I’m gonna be late-” he pulls her arm with a death grip “colm That Hurts!” He tightens his grip  “you Do NOT talk back to me woman I AM THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE. YOU LISTEN TO ME! YOU GOT THAT!” Before she could even conjure a response  he was already gone.

She rests back on the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. Her arm stung worse than anything he’s done before. Some tears escape her eyes before she quickly whips them away. “Come on Marie..you got no time for that right now..”

She gets up and stands there for a moment trying to gather her bearings when she hears *PING*

Message from: my little man 

“Me and sweetheart were just about to head out Are you sure you don’t want us to get you? it wouldn’t be a problem”

“i’m good baby I was just about to head out. need some fresh air anyway”

“all right Ma, see you there”

 she put her phone in her pocket and quickly looks in the mirror  before heading out the door.

————————at the pack Den————————-

Marie arrived, just as she sees her son and his mate walking inside. She Quickly makes her way in there, nearly bumping into Sam. “oh, I’m sorry sweetie”  Sam turns to face her a slightly concerned look on his before shifting to a smile  “oh, you’re fine Miss Greer. if you’re looking for Milo, I think I saw him and my mate talking to Asher” she gives his arm a squeeze  “thank you hun”

She walks up behind tank  and softly places a hand on their shoulder  “i’m not too late am I?” Darlin gives her a side hug  “you’re good mama M the Solaire’s aren’t even here yet” the slight brush against her arm stung but she tried not to let it show. Milo turns to face his mom before a feeling of concern washes over him “hey Ma… what’s this mark on your arm? Did something happen?” she winces in pain at his touch  “Oh I didn’t realize it left a mark…it’s nothing honey just a little workplace injury” sweetheart appears next to Milo’s shoulder  delicately replacing his hands on Marie’s arm  “here Marie let me get that for you”

“Oh thank you honey” sweetheart quickly heals  the wound with ease the pain relieving from her face  “what kind of workplace injury did that Ma?” “Milo it was just a simple smack from a cupboard nothing ya ma can’t handle no need to worry, baby” he let it go….for now. You see

if Milo knew how his dad was to his mother…….he would commit violent homicide. So Marie kept it from him. she felt that it was easier for him to swallow that his father made a full recovery when he left home vs his father taking out his frustration in new ways.

————————Solaire pov ———————————

William looked out the window seeing the park  passing them by illuminated in fairy lights.

“You know I could have driven us instead of having you waste the extra dime on a car” Vincent spoke catching Williams attention  “oh please Vincent. I have the dime to waste. plus I know you partner wasn’t feeling well I would hate for them to need something while we are gone and be stranded without a car….how are they feeling by the way?” With a soft laugh  Vincent turns his attention to the lock screen of his phone  “they’re in good spirits…they had a nice laugh about how funny it was that a vampire can get food poisoning” William returns his laughter  “….. you’re lucky you know…it is not common for vampires to find love as deeply felt as you both. I have had many people tell me how envious they are of you two….” he turns his attention back to the window. Vincent had a strange feeling after he said that. a strange feeling he wasn’t saying all that he meant. But he let it go.

 William was old, older than the very city he lived in, older than all of its citizens, older than the university that held the cities name.

And to someone who has been around that long The concept of love seems like a faint memory, A movie that he has seen only once or twice but that he hears references from every day. And for some reason he can’t find a place to watch that movie again.

The car arrives at the Pack Den. And the two vampires make their way to the front door when William hears a quite remarkable sound coming from inside.

————————————————————————

“I’m sorry. Did you just say you FELL DOWN A MOUNTAIN?!” he analyzed the voice as it echoed through his brain 

“Heh. Looks like milo’s in trouble again”

“I beg your pardon?”

“you’ll see*Knock knock*…….Asher!”

Behind the door was a tall man with a bright smile

“Hey Vincent! OH! And your highness..” he  attempts to bow before he is stop “no need ash” the younger man nods as they walk inside. William looked around still trying to find that voice. “Oh..um my name is Asher Talbot I’m the  beta of the Shaw pack” he extends his hand out awkwardly. The king returns the gesture “it nice to put a face to the name. David has told me great things” just as he said that David entered the room “William, Vincent. I hope it was Easy Getting here i know it’s not the most convenient spots”

“No trouble. Will had a nice time seeing all the murals on the way here” he shook his hand. “Yes. I don’t get a chance to come to this side of town often..it is quite beautiful”

David gestures to the pack room. Moving the conversation in there

“William there is someone I want you to meet” he signaled across the room. A shorter man in gold chains and casual bright floral button up walks over next to David “Milo. This is king William Solaire. William this is one of our packs strongest. Milo Greer” the smaller man rolled his eyes before speaking “it nice to meet ya William” he shook his hand  “You as well” as the small conversation continued he glances past Milo’s shoulder 

William’s POV:

Oh. Oh my.

She’s standing there.

What a site 

Her body curved in all of the most beautiful places, her skin shines with a copper glow, and that face. Michelangelos statues would be jealous.

“William!”

Nobody’s POV:

“William!”

The older man was snapped out of his thoughts.

“Will. We’re about to start. Are you ready?” He lightly shook his head clearing his thoughts “oh. My apologies we can start now yes”

Maria’s POV:

I was talking to Sam waiting for the meeting to get started. When out of the corner of my eye. I see Vincent and Milo. and….Oh

I make eye contact with the man shaking hands with my boy.

Well, ain’t he a looker. 

“Sam honey, who is that man standing next to Vincent?” Sam turns around. Before facing me again “That’s my king William.  don’t be fooled by the slightly intimidating appearance he’s a very nice man” bold of him to assume his appearances  isn’t very nice too.

 Chiseled face, silver Fox…..Wait NO Marie Greer WHAT are you thinking!?-Oh he’s looking at me..oh

Eyes. he’s looking…at me…..oh those eyes-

FOCUS MARIE!

Nobody’s POV

“Today we are joined by the house of Solaire. Who you may also know as the vampire clan that shares our Sam collins. Everyone meet king William and I’m sure most of you know of his prince. Vincent”

“It is a pleasure to meet all of you”

The meeting went on as most pack meeting do. Although to be completely honest, none of it was absorbed.  the two were too busy dancing there glances and attention around each other.  almost like a little game that neither of them knew they were playing. a game of who could look the longest without getting caught by the other.  who could take in the most information about the others appearance before the other turns their head. Of course William spoke when he needed to and Marie added her input where she felt necessary. But nothing more. 

At the end of the meeting they both mingled about until Milo decides to introduce her.

“William this is my Ma. Marie” quite enthusiastically She extends her hand out in front of her.  “Sam tells me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to meet ya” he softly turns her hand and kisses the back of her palm  “And It is more than a pleasure to meet you Miss Greer” the corners of her mouth curl up into a soft grin “well ain’t you sweet” “well it is not every day I see someone like you in my glances. Sam as well as Vincent and your son here has told me a lot about you. All good things I can assure you”

————————————————————————

Darlin walks out of the pack den  and sees Vincent sitting on the bench, a trail of smoke following his hand with the small amber illuminating his rings 

“you smoke?” he quickly looks up at the unexpected voice before relaxing his head again “lovely doesn’t like it, but takes the edge off every now and again….want one?” he tilts the open box towards them  “what kind?” he squints at the label “Marboro black menthol 100s..” they shrug their shoulders and walk over to the bench sitting beside him  “yeah sure why not”

“so..what kind of edge are you trying to takeoff with these Princey” he signed rubbing his eyes with his palms “…..i’m just worried about Will I guess....I mean Williams a nice guy…sometimes too nice ya know. He’s not the kinda guy to let you know that somethings wrong” Darlin takes a drag of the cigarette  “*Coughs*.. so how can you know if somethings wrong if he won’t tell you” “exactly! Like he seems content enough, but  what does he do? He watches Bob Ross, buys properties AND READS  but he doesn’t hang out with people he’s not that kind of dude and I don’t want him to-” “feel lonely? Yup been there before”

Vincent puts the finished cigarette in the ashtray and rests his elbows on his knees  “I wouldn’t stress about it too much Vinny he’s been around for however fucking long i’m sure he’s come up with ways to deal with loneliness….but I will tell you one thing…” they put out the half finished cigarette on their finger and stuff it behind their ear “I saw how he was looking at a particular pack member of mine tonight and..…something tells me Willy Boy won’t be lonely for too long” they say before quickly running back inside  “WAIT HOLD ON! what do you mean?”

He rushes inside to see darlin peering behind a doorway 

“Look!” They whisper, signaling him to come next to them. What does he see?. William

But he’s not alone 

“And Asher was the worst of them always taking dares and bets. he barely knew how to ride a bike without training wheels on LET ALONE! Down A damn near vertical hill” William laughed with a smile that could light up a room “and I thought The newborns were a handful! They must consider themselves lucky to have such an impressive  healer in their pack and you son must be grateful to have a good teacher” she shrugs her shoulders  “actually Milo never had much interest in healing magic BUT he had plenty interest in the ration of shit territory. I was younger when I had him, and peoples opinions about that were less than forgiving….so I wanted to raise him with a strong spine and a loud voice so he can dish out just as much as he takes ya know” the king nods in agreement “from what David tells me you’ve done a splendid job at that…now forgive me if I am speaking out of turn but. Is his father with us?”

She signed with a small smile “he’s at home…Colm is a…character alright..” William slightly tilts his head in confusion “he must consider himself a very lucky man to have a woman like you by his side” her brain rattled with the events from earlier “yea I don’t know if that’s how he’d phrase it” William looks her in the eye with a genuine smile “well that’s how I would phrase it” she smiled at the comment “Thank you. That’s quite the compliment from someone like yourself” he raises an eyebrow  “Someone like myself?” An almost devious smirk appears on her face “yea..a looker such as yourself saying, something like that about Little old me. i’m flattered” he was slightly taken aback at her boldness but instead of taking it back, he double down  “i could say more if you’d like. I must confess ever since I first walked in here…my mind has been filled with an abundance of things to say”

“Oh is that so~” “MA! You ready to go!” before the king could respond Milo had intervened. “just a second hon!” She reaches into her purse and grabs a small notepad and a pen. Quickly scribbling something. and handing it to William  “give me a call..if you wanna chat some more” William takes the paper and smiles  “I will. Thank you. it was wonderful meeting you Miss Greer”

“oh please. call me Marie”

—————————Time skip———————————

Time went on as time often does… but this time it’s different.

Marie and will had been taking nearly every day since then. And yes, you heard that correctly. “will”

Not William, not Mr. Solaire 

Just Will.

They would talk about life and like William said he had no shortage of giving Marie any compliments  that didn’t cross a particular unsaid line.

“special delivery for a Miss Marie Greer?” Marie rushed to the front of the diner “I’m Miss Greer. What’s this about a delivery?” The delivery boy handed her a small bouquet of orange roses.  “these were sent for you. Have a wonderful day” the delivery driver left and Marie was just a tad bit clueless as to who would send her flowers at her place of work. That is until she read the card. 

“Orange roses. Bright and bold. reminds me of someone I know…”-WS

With a big grin on her face she rolls her eyes, and sets the flowers down to take off her apron “SADIE IM GOING ON LUNCH!” Flowers in hand she exited to the back of the diner.

*ring ring ring* “this is William Solaire speaking”

“Hey will” you could practically hear her grin though the phone “I take it you received the flowers I sent?” “Yea. I did. Thank you By the way these are gorgeous” “well I would only except the best. How has the workday been treating you?” She smiled. slowly turning the flowers in the sun ray. “well, it’s been work. im doing a little bit longer of a shift than usual but nothing I can’t handle” “my dear. It is a shame that you have to work so hard. you deserve to be pampered every now and then for how many hours you work” she laughed at the thought. Pampered. sadly, that word had almost become foreign to her.  “i’m a big girl Will. I can handle a longer day…thank you though these flowers made my day brighter” “it is my pleasure….I would hate to cut our conversation short but I’m afraid I have a meeting with my progeny…in a few minutes my sincere apology. If you are not busy, we could talk in person later?” as he said that Marie’s Boss called for her “…….I’ll have to see” “please feel free to decline. Just know I am available” “i’ll keep it in mind Will. thank you”

They both say their goodbyes. And she heads back to work putting the flowers in a vase in the office so they wouldn’t dry out before she got Done. The workday continued like it normally did but Marie’s mind seemed occupied. And her smile seemed just a little bit wider. 

It was 8 o’clock time for closing. Marie sat in the office waiting for her boss to hand her her tips. Holding the vase of beautiful orange flowers. Delicately examining each pedal. Lost in a daydream. “who’s the lucky guy” she’s quickly brought out of her daydream by the sudden voice in the room. “OH! Sadie. I’m sorry I didn’t see you there” Sadie sits down and starts counting the money. “answer the question Marie. who’s the lucky bastard sending you flowers. I know for a fact it’s not that bum ass husband of yours…”

“SADIE!” She would say she’s shocked. But Sadie has never liked Colm…to be fair no one really liked Colm. But next to Milo, Sadie was on the top of that list. “What? I’m right aren’t I?” Marie rolled her eyes and slouched down in the chair  “he’s just a friend…” “A Friend that has You smiling brighter that I never seen you when he calls, A Friend That sends you a dozen orange roses..is this the same friend that was flirting with you at your pack meeting?” Marie was quiet. but that told Sadie all she needed to know. “Look Marie. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life but I am going to tell you to START LIVING IT. Your Life isn’t there to serve others life is there for you to live it for yourself…” Marie remembered what Will said earlier  “Just know. I’m available” and “my dear” about how those words felt. About all the things he said he liked about her, her laugh her smile, her eyes. All things that have been critiqued about her. 

she thinks about how William kissed her hand, About how soft his lips felt. About how when they were talking it felt like an eternity long conversation she didn’t want to end….that’s how every conversation felt. about how she felt listen to not ignored, about She felt talked to and not talked down to.

Then she thinks about Colm…

About her when her son was growing up, she barely saw him and when she did he was lecturing her about something she didn’t do, or about something she didn’t do “correctly” she thought about how even her late alpha one of the most kind men she knew, told her that she could do better. About how even her son said that she Deserved better.  she thought about his shouts. the things he’s broken in his hissy fits.

she didn’t want this.

She wanted to feel safe, she wanted to feel cared about and respected.

“…..Thanks for the advice Sadie….I’ll think about it” she puts her tips in her bag and heads out. As she walks to her apartment her head won’t stop ringing.

What if colm is just acting how a significant other supposed to act? 

What if it was all in her head? What if she’s just grasping at straws and William doesn’t actually-*Ring Ring Ring*

Caller ID: Will

“hey Will” she can hear him talking to someone in the background, but not loud enough for her to make out what they’re saying  “hello dear. I trust the rest of your shift went smoothly?” Was she hearing things or did he sound actually nervous? “oh yeah. the shift went great…and you will be happy to know that these pretty flowers you sent me lasted through lunch rush” William lets out a soft laugh  “I am happy to hear. Now to the reason I called you….. I have a request..An invitation if you will” “an invitation?…. what kinda invitation?” She hears he take a deep breath. Before responding “I would love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night.. if you are willing” she stops in her tracks. Did she just hear him ask what she think she heard him ask  “….Will honey feel free to call me a fool, but are you asking me out on a date?”  she replies with the biggest shit eating grin painted across her face. 

“….we’ll i….I am comfortable with calling it whatever you want…but yes I will confess I did have the idea of a date in mind” “we’ll….then a date it is. See you tomorrow night will” she can hear papers shuffling around  “does 8:30 work for you?  the sun will just be setting so it’ll make things a lot easier” “8:30 works fine will. I’ll see you then. goodnight”

“Goodnight my dear. Get home safe”

ah fuck. Ok this sucked and I’m really sorry.  I realize this is the longest fic I’ve ever made.  and I double realized that I’m really bad with formatting and other things… next one will be better I promise. Um thank you for being so patient for everyone who has been waiting for this.  it has been very much appreciated.  I hope everything is somewhat enjoyable. Y’all have been super awesome and  have hyped me up so much…so I’m sorry if this is bad

Forgive me for any spelling errors 

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[resident-gay-bitch]

sirius being dramatic when finding out about jegulus + very side wolfstar and rosekiller

Sirius strode into the apartment without warning, tossed his keys onto the table with a loud clunk, and took a dramatic bow with a wolffish grin.

“So, what do you think?”

“Of what?” Regulus asked, deadpanning him, “Your dramatic entrance? You’re not a vampire, Sirius- also I told you that key was for emergencies only.”

“This is an emergency.” Sirius glared at him, straightening up, “I need compliments.”

“Oh, how out of character for you.” Regulus said sarcastically, stirring his tea with his spoon at the table.

Sirius flipped him off.

“Please, tell me your thoughts.” Sirius grinned, showing off his new look and flourishing his hair, “Honest opinions only, unless they’re mean. If they’re mean, just tell me I’m pretty instead.”

“You’re pretty.” Dorcas smirked, and Sirius flipped her off.

Sirius had gone on an impulsive whim this morning after a quiet breakfast with Remus had revealed he quite likes the edgy punk look. And whilst Sirius is well aware how much Remus adores his long hair and pretty rebel boy demeanour, mixining it up for a few months could only mean a bit of fun.

Besides, if the way Remus’ brain seemed to short circuit that time Sirius came home with a septum and a nose piercing meant anything, Sirius is sure the other man would absolutely melt now.

He’d gotten himself an eyebrow and lip piercing today, as well as an extra three in his ear. It was a painful feat, and Sirius will not admit that he cried and had to be given a lollipop like a child, but he did it.

He also cut his hair short, just below the base of his skull, short wavy locks that no longer frame his face like they once did. And underneath, he’s died it electric blue.

He chopped one of his old metal band tees through the middle for a rough crop, and put Remus’ too big black ripped jeans on, letting them sit low on the waist with a studded belt to keep from pantsing himself. He’s never really been one for having his briefs stuck up out of his pants, but he happens to be wearing dark blue ones today, and they match.

“I think you look lovely, Sirius.” Pandora smiled over her tea, sitting at the table by Regulus. Out of Regulus’ entire group of friends, Sirius likes her the best. She’s always the nicest to him. “Very punk rock.”

“Thank you, Pandora.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look stupid.” Regulus said, because of course he did.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look like me.” Barty said, leaning up against the kitchen counter, one foot on the cabinets behind him for stability.

Sirius furrowed his brow and looked Barty over. And… fuck, yeah, he did. Barty was also wearing a messily cropped shirt, briefs that stuck out of the hem of his low baggy sweats, but he usually wears jeans like these when he’s out and about. And his hair is almost identical to Sirius’, however there’s green in it rather than blue. And the piercings, he’s got loads of them, skin smothered with tattoos too.

“You stealing my look, Black?” Barty grinned.

“Yeah, Im very attracted to him right now.” Evan, who had his head resting on Barty’s shoulder, smiled, “You should go blue, Barty. Its hot.”

“Hey.” Barty nudged him in the side and Sirius blushed.

“Well, thank you Evan, however, I am happily committed.” Sirius smiled, taking another little bow, “I suppose I take that as a compliment too, Crouch?”

“Obviously.” Crouch snickered, “I feel honoured that the Sirius Black is trying to look more like little old me-“

“That was an accident.” Sirius pressed, pointing at him, “I just wanted to look cool for Remus.”

“So you think I look cool?” Barty laughed delightfully.

“That’ll work.” Dorcas grinned, “Remember when Remus and Barry shagged-“

“I don’t need a reminder of that!” Sirius shouted as the same time that Barty said, “Cas, I told you to stop bringing that up around Evan.”

“Oh, so she can bring it up when I’m not around, huh?” Evan asked with a snake like grin, “Do you like to reminisce when I’m not there, Barty? Are you unfaithful?”

“Never, dove.” Barty kissed Evans forehead and sent an evil glare Dorcas’ way, “Dorcas just likes to stir the pot.”

Dorcas and Pandora giggled to themselves.

“Okay, enough about you lot, more about me.” Sirius interrupted, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think Remus will want to shag me when I get home? Ten being a lot-“

Sirius’ speech was interrupted by someone else letting themselves in through the front door and striding into the house.

“Love, I broke my glasses again, can you please fix them?” Sirius recognised that voice instantly, it was his best friends voice afterall. James walked right past Sirius in the entry way and leant in and smacked a kiss right on Regulus’ lips, “Missed you.” James muttered again, “I know it’s only been three hours, but I always miss you.”

Sirius is feeling a lot of confusion right now.

Regulus sends him a panicked glance over James’ shoulder, and then awkwardly looks up at James with pink cheeks. Sirius takes in the sudden tension in the room, at the way Pandora is sending Sirius a pleading look, at the way Dorcas is biting her lip in anticipation and looking between everyone, at the way Barty is clearly trying his best not to burst out with laughter, and the way that Evan is jabbing an elbow into his side and looking remorseful.

Suddenly Sirius is no longer confused. He feels more betrayed than anything.

James is fucking shagging his baby brother, isn’t he?

“Oh, Barty, by the way-“ James starts but he interrupts himself midway through, “I swear you were just-“ James turns and points in Sirius’ direction, and then spins back to Barty, “Why are there two of you?”

Barty bursts out laughing, “There’s only one of me, Potter.”

James swings back and forth, looking between them for a moment. And Sirius remembers how genuinely blind James is without his glasses. He usually can’t tell Remus and Peter apart when without them, their hair too similar in colour. So Sirius decides to help him out.

“James.” Sirius prompts when James’ back is to him, and he watches the way the other man immediately stiffens, “Are you snagging my brother?”

Regulus stands and slides James’ glasses onto his face before solemnly petting him on the cheek and sighing, “You’ve been wanting to tell him somehow.”

James slowly turns around, “Oh, Sirius, hi! Didn’t see you there, wow, new look. Very punk, Remus is sure to love it- hey, why don’t we go show Remus now? Yeah, let’s go right there and not talk about anything else-“

“James.” Sirius prompts again, glaring at him, “Are you, or are you not, shagging my brother.”

“Uhm, well… shagging’s quite a vile word, don’t you think? I prefer… love making-“

Behind him, Regulus groaned and began to bang his head on the cupboard whilst all of his friends lit up with laughter.

“Love making?” Sirius gasped, “James, that’s disgusting.”

“Well, it’s not really, it’s quite lovely.”

Sirius pretends to gag, “How long?”

“Erm… bit of an odd question considering it’s your brother.” James shrugged, “But, usually at least an hour-“

“No!” Sirius gasped, slapping his hands down over his ears, which hurt due to the new piercings. “I meant you two! How long have you been shagging?”

“Oh.” James turned bright red, “Yeah, I suppose that’s more logical. Uhm, maybe… like… mhgh…”

“I’m sorry?” Sirius asked, “Mind not mumbling?”

James pulled a wry face and shook his head. Sirius cocked an eyebrow, which also hurt.

Regulus groaned and leant over James, shoulder, “Six and a half month-“

“What!” Sirius shrieked, “You’ve been fucking m’y brother for six and a half months and haven’t told me?!”

“I don’t need to tell you all my personal business, Sirius.” Regulus said.

“Yeah, but, James does.” Sirius points at him.

“It’s true, I do.” James agreed, “Which is why I’m so sorry, Pads. I didn’t want to keep it from you, it’s just, we thought we should at first because I know you scared away the last two guys Reggie was involved with. And then… and then I just felt bad for lying and so I kept lying and… and now we’re here.”

Sirius shook his head at James, “I’m so disappointed in you.” He squinted his eyes, “Just fooling around with my brother like that-“

“We’re not fooling around, Sirius.” James defended, “We never were.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius shook his head, “Are you shagging or not?”

James snickered, “Look, I didn’t even know I had a crush on Reggie till he kissed me one day, and then I immediately realised I liked him and… and well, we started going out. The shagging didn’t start till after then.”

Sirius took a little step back, looking them both over.

“It’s genuine, Sirius.” James smiled, putting his arm around Regulus’ shoulders, “I just didn’t- I was too scared… I was worried you wouldn’t approve of me for him.” James shrugged, “But we’re not just shagging… I love him.”

Sirius was taken aback, stuck silent for a moment. James loved him? Regulus was gazing up at James with flushed cheeks and a a smile he’d never seen his brother wear before, and it seemed like Regulus loved him back.

Sirius burst out crying.

James immediately rushed to his aid, making them both sit at the table, two chairs pulled out to face eachother. Regulus groaned and went to put on a new pot of tea.

James took Sirius’ hands, shushing him and looking terribly guilty, “I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sirius. Is there something I can do to make it up to you? Is… Is there something I can do to make me worthy of him? I can’t lose- I can’t lose either of you, I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius sobbed so hard he couldn’t even speak. He shook his head to try and communicate with James, but the message did not go across clearly.

James had started to cry too, “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m so sorry, I should have- I know I shouldn’t have lied, especially not for so long. But I was so worried- worried about this. I can’t-“ James sobbed so hard he started hyperventilating, “I don’t want to loose- loose-“

“Okay.” Pandora muttered, getting in between them, “Look at me, let’s take some deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. With me now, come on, in through the nose… out through the mouth.”

Sirius and James sat there for a moment, following pandoras instructions. James’ glasses were cracked and foggy, and Sirius was dreading having to reapply his eyeliner for a second time today.

Regulus set some teacups down on the table and poured them each some midnight blue coloured tea, “Dora’s recipe. Supposed to calm you.”

“I’m sorry.” James muttered after taking a big sip of tea, “I don’t know what to do, Pads. I can’t lose you both.”

Sirius took a few sips himself, taking a moment to compose himself, “You’re not going too.” He smiled, his eyes begging to water again, “I’m sorry I freaked you out.”

“What?” James asked, taken aback, his voice sounded hoarse.

Sirius set his cup down with shaky hands and burst into more tears, but he smiled through them, and they weren’t nearly as heavy as before, “You love him?!”

James sent a nervous glance over at Regulus and tentatively nodded, “As much as I love you- but, differently, of course.”

That only made Sirius cry harder. He tried to talk again, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense.

“Sirius, stop wailing and just talk for Godricks sake.” Regulus scoffed, “Or you can fucking get out of my house.”

Sirius took a deep breath and sniffled, “I’m sorry… I just… you love him! Reggie deserves to be loved.”

“Oh.” James muttered, poking his glasses up his nose. Across the table, Regulus went silent. James smiled and nodded, “Yeah, of course he does.”

“And you deserve to be loved.” Sirius mumbles.

James snickers, “Well, I hope I do.”

“And… and you have such a big heart, and love people so… so… in the best way.”

James smiled and nodded.

“And Reggie-“ Sirius sobbed more, “He struggles- but he really loves who he loves with his whole heart.”

Regulus embarrassedly buried his head in his hands and Barty gave him a playful shove.

“Out of everyone in the world, I approve of you both the most for eachother.” Sirius sobbed, “And it just makes me so happy that you love eachother!”

There was a moment of silence before James started laughing in that way he does when he really adores something. He reached out and grabbed Sirius’ hands, squeezing them tight.

“It makes me so fucking happy that you approve.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sirius sniffled, “You’re my best friend, and he’s my brother. You’re my two favorite people, it only makes sense that you love eachother.”

“Do you mean that?” Regulus asked across the table.

“Of course.” Sirius nodded, reaching over to pet Reggie’s elbow, “And when you get married James will be my brother in law-“

“I bloody know!” James grinned, slapping his knee, “How good will that be?”

Sirius grabbed onto him excitedly.

After a moment, James smiled and wiped at the black smudge from Sirius’ tears, “This new look got anything to do with Remus’ thing for punks?”

Sirius smiled sheepishly, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He liked it enough when you got those nose piercings, he’ll probably pass out seing you like this.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Come on, let’s clean you up and get you back home to him.”

Sirius smiled and nodded, “Thanks, Prongs.”

When Sirius got home, Remus did in fact malfunction. He couldn’t talk proper words for two whole minuets before he pointed to their room and muttered, “Bed, now.” And Sirius could never say no to his Moony.

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Wow I wrote this at a regular hour in the day, hats off to me. This was inspired by @gaybubblehead and my texts about how they hc sirius goes through a phase where he looks just like Barty in terms of style and stuff and I honestly agree he would do that. I mean they came up with the entire idea of this basically and told me I should write it, and for once I actually delivered. lol

So this one’s for you my dude <3

It was silly, I started this with barely any direction and just let the story write its self. I should be writing my Christmas fic butttttt no.

#my best friend and my brother?! #jay writes #Jegulus #side wolfstar #royal court #slytherin skittles #platonic prongsfoot #sirius being dramatic about Jegulus in both a positive and negative way #James is really blind #Sirius black #punk sirius #regulus black #James potter #barty crouch jr #pandora lovegood #Dorcas meadows #Evan rosier #ficlet #marauders #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #fan fiction

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Secret Crush

yes i know and im sorry that i put Sugar mommy on hold everything’s been so hectic lately and i haven’t had time to write the next few chapters because i know i promised you guys there would be some smut in the next ones but honestly i don’t think im going to write some smut for this series maybe when i learn to write smut ill do a one-shot to test it out and you guys give me some feedback but anyways let’s get on with the story

Y/n’s POV:

I’m best friends with natasha and i love her in more than a way a best friend should but i mean can you really blame me she’s a person you’d wanna be in a relationship with she’s so pretty, she always make me smile, she just has the best personality but she’s never really shown interest sure we have a flirty friendship but she’s always flirty with every girl she meets so i don’t let her flirty comments get to my head plus she’s going on a date tonight so there’s another sign

*sighs* “what’s up with you?” she said “nothing nat just thinking” “what are you thinking about?” “just some things, they aren’t important what’s important is you looking good for your date let me see the outfits you picked out” i told her and she showed me two dresses, dress number 1 was a black elegant dress and number 2 was a red showy dress

Im not gonna lie i wish she was putting on these dresses for me but that’ll never happen “i think you should wear the black one” “really?” “well if you prefer the red one then wear that one” “you’re not helping me at all, what is up with you today” she said frustratingly “nothings up with me it’s just that why ask me for my opinion on dresses when you already prefer one, just wear that one” “even if i prefer one over the other im asking you to see which one would look better on me” “Natasha just pick one and move on whether it be the black one or red one doesn’t matter if you don’t hurry up you’ll be late to your date” “you know what if you’re not gonna help me then go i don’t know what the hell is up with you today but i’m not dealing with it” “I told you nothings up with me today” “just leave y/n” “fine” i said as i stormed out

i got to my room and just laid there staring at the ceiling thinking about my actions, yes i was wrong and i know that it’s just that seeing her go out with someone thats not me gets me upset how could she have not caught on that i have feelings for her i mean she’s a goddamn spy she can read everyone like an open book but when it comes to me she can’t she’s so frustrating.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door, i stood up and opened the door and it was wanda “i just came to check if you were okay, i know how you feel about nat and well now she’s going on a date with someone and you know” “yeah im okay i guess, im as good as i can be, i mean how would you be if the person you liked was your best friend and they ask you for help to get ready for their date” “i’d feel shitty” she said “but you know at some point you’ll have to get over her, maybe it’ll take long to get over her but getting over her is better than hurting yourself over and over again when she asks you to help her get ready for a date” “i know but i don’t know how to get over her, i mean how do i even start getting over her” i said frustratingly

i sighed and went back to my bed and wanda walked in, closed the door and sat next to me “hey c’mon sit up” i groaned as i sat up and looked at her, she took my hand in hers and told me “you may feel heartbroken and shitty right now but that feeling will go away in time, it doesn’t matter how long it takes you, this is a thing you can’t rush and i’ll be with you every step of the way, i’ll always have a shoulder you can lean on” “thank you wands” i said as i hugged her, suddenly the door opened and it was natasha “hey y/n i’m so-“ she was saying until she looked up “oh sorry i can come back” “oh no i was just about to leave, remember what i said y/n” she said as she back at me and walked out

“since when are you guys a thing?” “we’re not” “doesn’t look like you’re not” “well guess you’re the only one who doesn’t believe me” i said as i shrugged “well im gonna head out now” “okay” she gave me a little nod and left

i let out a sigh after she left *that was really hard to do but it’s a start in getting over her*

The next day

last night i didn’t hear natasha come back, if she is back i might’ve been sleep or something “hey y/n” carol said “yeah?” “you wanna spar with me?” “sure why not” “okay see you in 10?” “yeah” “okay see you” she said as she walked away as i walked into the kitchen i saw natasha sitting there with hickeys on her neck guess she got lucky, I walked to the fridge without saying anything and just as i was about to leave she said “no hey or nothing?” “i have to be in the gym” “saying hi doesn’t take up time” “it does for me” she scoffs “well let me not take any more of your precious time” she said angrily as she stormed off

i sighed and went on to the gym, She always does this, at some point she puts her walls up again i ask her what’s wrong she doesn’t tell me but now since im doing it to her she’s mad? i don’t understand her “hey you ready?” carol said “oh uh yeah” “alright let’s start, you throw first hit and then i’ll throw next” “alright” i said as i threw the first hit which of course she blocked it and threw one back and this went on for a couple hours until we were both tired and called it

As i was heading to mine and natasha’s floor i heard something’s that i’d always wanted to hear but not from someone else who wasn’t me.

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and she posts for the first time in two months 😱 sorry guys i’ve been really busy lately and couldn’t find the time until now to write, this might be a two part one-shot idk yet ill see but hope you guys enjoy it :)

pt.2 will be out soon :)

#natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x you #natasha angst #natasha romanoff angst #angst #angsty #hope for a happy ending

[brandogenius]

sorry i’m still stuck on katie but ya trying to do her makeup before the show but for whatever reason is shaking and struggling, eyeliners a mess so katie helps her out, very much so big sister moment

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - katie & younger artist - practice makes perfect

word count: 1044

“hey” you glanced in the mirror seeing katie walk in. she set her makeup pouch beside yours, taking out brushes and an eyeshadow pallet.

“hi” you mumbled, focused on yourself in the mirror. one hand in your eye and the other with your eyeliner. it wasn’t working and it was making you stressed. your eyes were red from rubbing the eyeliner off and redoing it.

katie took her place beside you, easily taking out her eyeliner pen and flawlessly creating a wing. you watched katie through the mirror with a small frown on your face. why wasn’t it as easy for you?

“you having some trouble?” katie looks at you through the mirror. she closed the cap of the eyeliner, turning to face you.

“eyeliner doesn’t work for me- i don’t think i’m suited for it. probably something with my eyes” you shrugged, grabbing another makeup wipe and removing the messed up eyeliner. katie shook her head, taking her own eyeliner pen.

“can i do it for you? i’ll show you how, so you can do it yourself next time.” katie smiled down at you. she quickly took off, walking out of the bathroom door. she came back a minute later with a chair. “sit yourself down. what vibe were you going for?

“something to match my outfit. usually the makeup artists help, but she’s not here today. i have some makeup..stuff in my bag. you can check them out” you grabbed the small pouch, handing it to katie.

“we can use a supply of mine and yours? i have a nice eyeshadow palette that’ll work well with your top. did you prime your face already? so i can work on the eyeshadow next” katie grabbed her brushes, seeming to know what to do already.

“huh?” this had the woman looking back at you. did you say the wrong thing? “primer?” katie repeated. this had you both confused for two different reason.

“don’t tell me you were doing your eyeliner on a bare face. no foundation? concealer?” katie’s eyes were widened a bit in shock. you stared back at her with an equal look of shock.

“i don’t know much about makeup.. i just- i thought that’s what you do” you felt embarrassed. shame and anxiety filling your stomach and chest. you were waiting katie’s time- she just tried to help.

“honey, no. there’s like, different stages you have to do before you’re able to do eyeliner. i can help. we will have an hour before your set.”

“what about you? i don’t want to rush you”

“we’re on after you, sweetie. all i need is eyeliner, that’ll take ten minutes im pretty sure. don’t you worry. now stay still, close your eyes for me, honey” katie grabbed her makeup supplies. you closed your eyes, trusting the older woman to do her magic.

“did your mom never teach you about makeup?” katie’s voice broke the small silence. you felt her fingers poke at your face as she smoothed in the primer. you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to think back.

“no. we didn’t have much of a close relationship. i tried teaching myself from tutorials on youtube. they never really worked out. i would go to school barefaced while everyone else was all decked out in full faces of makeup” you relaxed your shoulders, leaning into the chair more as katie dabbed a sponge on your face.

“that sucks. missing out on a crucial part of your childhood, getting into your moms makeup kit. you didn’t have any of those kids makeup kits? you know, the ones with the princesses on them?”

“i did” you replied with a smile. the small memory faint behind your eyes as it replays. “the small makeup kits with the princess dresses and those heels with their faces on the toes of them”

“yeah! exactly” katie laughed. you could hear her heels on the tiled floor. she was moving about, seeming to be grabbing other stuff from her makeup pouch. you jumped as something came in contact with your face.

“this is concealer” katie’s voice was soft. “it’s used to mainly hide blemishes. you’re lucky you don’t have any for your age. you need to take care of your skin while you can.”

you nodded and sat patiently while katie worked her magic. you listened as she walked around the bathroom, opening and closing stuff, dropping brushes on the vanity.

“i’m halfways done. eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and then we’re done” you could hear the smile in katie’s voice as she gently brushed over your eyelids with the eyeshadow. you forgot what colour she was putting on but you couldn’t care less. katie willing to help you do your makeup tonight was something you’ll hold dearly to your heart.

growing up with no siblings, you often considered your close friends as them. being on the road 24/7 with muna and the boys had you seeing them as older siblings. you all shared moments together that would be core memories to share when you’re older. this was one of them.

you didn’t know anything about makeup. your mother never taught you how. opted for researching tutorials late at night but never was able to achieve anything. having someone who is willing to help you achieve what you’ve been wanting was nice.

“you can open your eyes now.” katie’s voice shook you out of your thoughts.

“are we finished already?” you opened your eyes, blinking while you adjust your eyes to the brightness of the bathroom. you spin yourself around to face the mirror.

“holy shit-“ you looked good. you looked just like how the makeup artists would make you look. maybe even better considering it was one of your friends who did it.

“do you like it?” katie placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling at you in the mirror.

“this is amazing.. thank you” you stood up, helping katie pack away her makeup. “if you ever need any help with makeup, you come to me yeah? maybe tonight we could learn how to do eyeliner?” the idea she proposed had you nodding your head quickly.

“perfect! we’ll have a girls night then. do each others nails and makeup. like a sleepover. if you’re up for it?”

“i’d like that”

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