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Espresso

Alex Morgan x Fem!Reader

I really liked how this came about when writing. I was scrolling through tiktok and this came around again of andrew garfield describing emma stone (which is the most romantic thing to describe a person you love).

Let me know what you think!

-grey

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All of the United States Women’s National Team players are in the conference room, just finishing up a meeting with their coaches. Everyone is split up in their normal groups with the younger players sticking together. But there was one thing that they all have in common. It’s the love of one particular artist.

“Ohmygod! It out in five minutes!” Sonnett practically yelled for the whole world to hear.

“What’s starting?”

“The documentary all about how Espresso was written and put together.”

“Wait! That’s today?”

“Yes, Ashley. Come on. Keep up.”

Emily sets up her laptop, refreshing every second until the documentary shows up on Netflix.

“It’s right there! Click it.”

“I am, chill.” She swats Ashley’s hand away.

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“Now, ‘Fairytale,’ what’s that about?” The interviewer asks.

A smile instantly shows up on your face.

“Uh, it’s pretty straight forward.”

“But go into detail. From listening to it once, I know it’s about how much you love someone and always wanting them close by.”

“That’s basically it.”

“Give me more man.” You both laugh. “Who’s it about?”

“Uh, I won’t be saying who, but she was-is pretty special. I’ve known her since we were kids. I was a pretty shy kid growing up, kept to myself most of the time, then she shows up out of nowhere basically demanding to be friends.”

“Then you became more?”

“Then we became more. She helped me open up and like the song says ‘with you I lose all my fears,’ she was always there to help me get by.”

You are now sat on a stool with your guitar and perform the song that was just talked about. (Fairytale by We Three)

“Are you still together?”

“Oh.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “No.”

“What happened?”

“I actually have no clue. It’s been, what? Thirteen years.” You start giggling.

“What’s got you gigglin’ over there.”

“Nothing, nothing. Just the number, that’s all. Don’t ask me about it.”

“Alright then, let’s backtrack. You said you don’t know what happened. How is that possible to not know what happened that led to the breakup?

“I just never got the closure that I needed, I guess. I mean yeah, she said she just didn’t love me anymore, but what else? What did I do? What could I have done differently? Just those questions that I have that haven’t and probably never will get answered.”

“Do you know what she’s up to now.”

“Uh, yeah I do. Not to sound creepy, but I’ve seen how she is and she’s doing amazing. She’s moved up in the world. A true inspiration, especially to her daughter.”

“So she has a child?”

“Yeah. And she looks so much like her.” You give a sad smile, a tear slipping from your eye.

“She must be real special to you, even after all these years.”

“She was like a shot of espresso, she’s like, being bathed in sunlight, she’s incredibly energetic and enthusiastic and she had this sense of play and fun which was, incredibly exciting. And then just like the sunset that illuminates her beauty she left, while like a dark night I got pulled into darkness.”

———

Alex Morgan sat in silence throughout the whole documentary. She hasn’t caught up with your career like you had done with her.

“I’ve never been described as a shot of espresso.” Ashley breaks the silence.

“That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. Also very heartbreaking at the same time.” Rapinoe speaks up for the first time.

“But isn’t it weird that she’s still caught up on this girl after thirteen years?” Kelley questions.

“I don’t think she’s caught up, she just wants the closure she never got.”

“Man whoever left her just like that, we needa have some words.”

Alex excuses herself, saying she was tired and was gonna go up to her room. On the way to her room, she though about more of her life and the evens that happened in the past year.

She divorced her ex-husband after nine years, co-parenting—if you can call him seeing his daughter only when he feels like it.

And now that she’s thinking about it, the only reason she can come up with was not wanting to be the reason that you can express your love freely to the world. Alex isn’t out, she never was, never even planning to. That’s why she broke up with you because it wasn’t fair to you.

No, she just needs to tell you.

For closure.

Her thumb hovers over your contact, hoping it never changed.

Sunshine ☀️

Hi.

It wasn’t long until she got a reply.

Lover ♥️

Hey.

Sunshine ☀️

Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me? To catch up?

Alex throws her phone on the bed, anxious to know what you would say. Her phone vibrating makes her grab her phone just as quick as she threw it.

Lover ♥️

When and where?

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no part 2

#woso x reader #woso #uswnt x reader #uswnt #woso imagines #uswnt imagines #alex morgan #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagines

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ATSV Incorrect Quotes Pt.3: The spider-kids (or spider-band, depending on what you prefer)

Part 4 will be the adults, just as an fyi

Hobie: What’s something you guys are better than Miles at? Pavitr: Mario Kart. Margo: Yeah, video games. Gwen: Emotional vulnerability

Pavitr: Miles, I know you snuck out to see Gwen last night. Miles: If you tell Margo or Hobie, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body. Pavitr: Five bucks? Miles: Fine.

Miles: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Margo: Several traffic violations. Pavitr: Three counts of resisting arrest. Gwen: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Hobie: Also, that’s not our car.

Margo: Where's Pavitr, Miles, and Hobie? Gwen: They're playing hide and seek. Margo: Where? Gwen: I don't think you get how this game works.

Margo: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, and Miles: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

Pavitr: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Margo: Maybe a bit tipsy? Miles: Drunk. Gwen: Wasted. Hobie: Dead.

Margo, about Gwen and Miles: My god, would you two just get a room already? Miles: Excuse me, Margo? Margo: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Gwen: ... Hobie: I ship it! Pavitr: CAN YOU NOT?

Miles: I truly hate it here <3 Margo: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it? Pavitr: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women? Hobie: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny? Gwen: I’m having a fucking stroke. Pavitr: Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

Miles: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight? Pavitr: Why? Miles: Hobie fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours. Gwen: Margo doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

Pavitr: You're a lying piece of shit! Hobie: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Miles: I'm leaving and I'm taking Gwen with me! Margo, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Margo: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl.... Miles: .... Gwen: ..... Hobie: ...... Pavitr: ..Who? Margo: That's the thing we don't- *Everyone stares at Pavitr*

Margo: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Gwen: I really care about your feelings! Miles: I really care about YOUR feelings! Margo, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Hobie: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Pavitr: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

Hobie: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Margo: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Miles: Three of us saw it, Margo. How do you explain that? Margo: *points at Gwen* Sleep deprivation. *points at Miles* Paranoia. *points at Pavitr* Delusional personality disorder.

Hobie: Alright Gwen, Pavitr. Let's go over this one more time. Hobie: If something breaks? Gwen: We try to fix it before Margo gets home. Hobie: If it doesn't work? Pavitr: We blame Miles. Miles: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Pavitr: Would never stab anyone. Gwen: Would stab someone in retaliation. Miles: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Margo: Would stab without warning. Hobie: Would stab as a warning.

Margo: Pavitr is a strings kid. We must sacrifice them to the band gods. Hobie: Yes. Miles: You're right. It'd be a good initiation for me. Pavitr: Wait, guys, what about the truce we signed- Hobie: What truce? Margo: *sigh* The truce that we must destroy all the choir kids and leave the strings alone. Gwen: Wait, I'm a choir kid! Everyone else: *prepares for sacrifice*

Gwen: There's no meeting today because Miles is at the police station. Pavitr: They're in jail?! Hobie: We have to get them out! Margo: Jailbreak! I'm in! Hobie: I'll dress up and distract the guard! Margo: Ooh, I'll bake some food to help distract ALL the guards! Pavitr: I guess I could bring my frying pan in case we need a shield to keep us from being shot- Gwen: No! Miles wasn't arrested! They're undercover, taking the system down from the inside. They don't need our help!

Margo: Time for plan G. Gwen: Don’t you mean plan B? Margo: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Miles: What about plan D? Margo: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Pavitr: What about plan E? Margo: I’m hoping not to use it. Hobie dies in plan E. Hobie: I like plan E

*Everyone is giving advice to Margo* Gwen: It's okay to ask for help. Miles: You're not a burden. Hobie: Murder is okay. Pavitr: Your feelings matter.

Gwen: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food! Pavitr: You can eat a rock. Miles: Air. Margo: The fabric of time and space. Hobie: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems. Gwen: You guys are not helpful.

Gwen: Good morning. Miles: Good morning. Margo: Good morning. Pavitr: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Hobie: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

Miles: What do you guys do when you're stressed? Margo: Try and calm myself down! Gwen: Sleep. Hobie: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out. Pavitr: I don't.

#atsv #gwen stacy #gwiles #gwen x miles #miles morales #miles x gwen #across the spider verse #ghostflower #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #margo kess #goldenpunk #spider gwen #spider man #spider punk

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Jareth x GN reader

Warnings: none. The term “queen” is used but not supposed to be seen as a gendered name in Jareth’s silly little eyes.

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A beautiful day in the Labyrinth! The sun was warm against my skin, I was working in the garden, it was great! I had my hair tied back with a bandana as to not get in my way and wore more informal clothes. I hummed as I worked, the labryinth gardens were always stunning.

“Excuse me? Could you help me?” I turned around to see a teenage girl in a white shirt. She had long black hair clipped away from her eyes and big hazel eyes.

I had never seen her before.

“Oh? Hello.. I’ve never seen you around here before,” I held my hand out, “I’m y/n.” I spoke with a certain warmth that had grown with me from living in the labryinth. She took my hand and shook it.

“Sarah, Sarah Williams.”

“SARAH??? SARAH???!!!!” Hoggle came hobbling through the bushes. I looked at him, sort of curious.

“Hoggle?”

“Oh! Y/n!?” He bowed his head in respect,

“Nonsense, I told you to stop with that.. you know Ms.Williams?” He crossed his arms,

“We have a deal.” I nodded a bit confused, she looked at me again.

“Do you know how to get to the castle beyond the goblin city?”

I nodded, “yes, I do. Is there something you need from the king?” She nodded frantically.

“Yes, yes. He gave me thirteen hours to solve the labryinth, he has my baby brother!” The realization hit me like a truck.

“Oh, so you’re running the labryinth… Hoggle is helping you..?” He looked at me, nervous. “You know the king will have your ass for that.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’! Like I said, we have a deal.” I look back at Sarah, and around the labryinth, making sure Jareth isn’t in sight, but knowing that he’s watching. I decide to humor him a bit.

“Look Sarah, I can take you as far as I can go, but I can’t promise anything. It won’t be far… but I know my way around.” Hoggle instantly seemed suspicious, but then again he had every right to be. The girl was filled with hope as I put the watering bucket down.

“Come along.” I started heading through the hedges, through ways she would have never found. I knew Jareth was messing with the Labryinth. Some passages were moved off. It was only a few minutes when I knew he was near.

“This is as far as I can take you.”

“You’re just going to leave us here!”

“Hey- I said I’d take you as far as I could go. Unlike some of you, I don’t want my head on the kings wall.”

“You’re just scared.” She spit out.

“Scared or smart? You choose.” I suddenly felt a looming presence.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” An older goblin, hunched over.

“Nothin’” Hoggle knew what was going on.

“Nothing? Nothing? Nothing tralalal?!” I took a few steps back myself, smirking to myself as Jareth revealed that it was him in all his glory. He always liked big entrances.

Hoggle gasped, “your majesty!” He bowed. Jareth spotted me, he had a playful glint.

“Are you two helping the runner?”

“No your majesty.”

“No sir,” Jareth’s eyes held a playful look, enjoying himself immensely.

“I’ll banish you both to the bog of eternal stench. You two better watch yourself.” Hoggle fell to his knees, begging. I didn’t bother as much to nod. He wouldn’t do anything to me, and I knew it. I rolled my eyes a bit as I watched him work, intimidating Sarah and eventually cheating her out. Suddenly the cleaners started to come, he disappeared and I climbed up the ladder, watching Sarah and Hoggle run. I shrugged and figured I’d never see them again as I climbed out the passage. I started my way back through the hedges as I felt two arms snake around my waist.

“You didn’t seem very frightened by my threat, my love.”

Jareth, of course. My husband.

“You wouldn’t, you love me too much.”

“Perhaps.. what were you doing with the runner.”

“I knew you’d catch up with us, so I wanted to have some fun with it. That’s all. Don’t worry, I didn’t even lead her towards the castle.” I could feel him chuckle.

“Good, pet. Why don’t you come back to the castle with me, hm?”

I smiled to myself and let him take my hand.

“Sure, I’ve got nothing I need to be doing.”

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It had been a few hours since my interaction with Sarah Williams. I had sat in the throne room with Jareth as he obsessed over his runner. The goblins kept taunting the poor baby. Suddenly, a goblin ran in and informed Jareth that she was inside the city. He sent his goblins out and left to god knows where. I sat on his throne, lounging in the sun. It was a very nice day for the mood that Jareth was in. Suddenly a voice disrupted me.

“Y/n…?” I looked across the room to see Sarah.

“Damn- you really made it? With half an hour to spare..”

“What are you doing..? Why are you on his throne.. we thought that he took you prisoner.. I can help you.. I can get you home.” I smiled at her generosity.

“Home? Sweetheart, what do you mean?”

“I see you’ve met my queen, Sarah.” Jareth was standing there, eyeing her like prey as she talked to me. Obviously displeased with her wanting to take me away.

“Queen? You’re working with him Y/n? I thought you were a human?”

“Oh? I am.. Jareth is my husband.” I held up my hand, showing off the ring on my finger. Sarah went to look over at Jareth but he was gone.

“I’ve got to go find Toby!” She looked back at me on the throne, a look of pity on her face, as she ran through the stairway. I didn’t follow, I knew the routine, I had done it myself. I knew how this would work, down to the very words she’d say. It didn’t take long for Jareth to return to me, head hung low, a scowl on his face.

I frowned as he walked over, I stood up and let him sit on his throne, placing myself on his lap. I kissed his cheek.

“Bratty girl..” he mumbled.

“Did she insult you?”

He glared, obviously she did. I twirled one of his strands of hair,

“Poor thing.. it’s okay,”

“She insulted you.”

Oh.. oh?

“Me?”

“Yeah. She said you were brainwashed into staying with me… is that true..?”

“Absolutely not.” I spit out, “I love you Jareth. If I didn’t, I would have left a long time ago.”

“Yes.. you’re right. You are the queen after all.” I smiled and kissed him gently, the sun setting.

“It was funny seeing her shocked face.. you should do that more often.” He spoke, surprisingly.

“Anything for you, my love.”

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-Ghoastix

#fanfic #fanfiction #the labyrinth fanfic #the labryinth #jareth x reader #jareth the goblin king #labryinth

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Slytherin Skittles (aka Hogwarts' Pantheon) Incorrect quotes!

(+others)

. . . . .

Evan: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Barty will and will not eat. Pandora: Grass? Yes! Evan: Moss? Yes!! Pandora: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Evan: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Pandora: Worms? Sometimes! Evan: Rocks? Usually nah. Pandora: Twigs? Usually! Evan: Dorcas's cooking? Inconclusive! Regulus: How did you… test this? Evan: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it. Regulus: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Dorcas: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

. . . .

Regulus: Where's Evan, Dorcas, and Pandora?

Barty: They're playing hide and seek. Regulus: Where? Barty: I don't think you get how this game works.

. . . .

Pandora: Regulus's first detention, I'm so proud. Evan: Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention? Dorcas: Because they're an idiot. Barty, terrified: They can do that??

. . . .

Regulus: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Evan and Barty: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

. . . .

Regulus: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Dorcas: 'Prettiest Smile' Pandora: 'Nicest Personality' Barty: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Evan: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

. . . .

Regulus: You're a lying piece of shit! Barty: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Evan: I'm leaving and I'm taking Pandora with me! Dorcas, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

. . . .

Pandora: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me? Dorcas: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it. Barty: Three of us saw it, Dorcas. How do you explain that? Dorcas: *points at Evan* Sleep deprivation. *points at Regulus* Paranoia. *points at Barty* Delusional personality disorder.

. . . .

Pandora: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Dorcas: Several traffic violations. Evan: Three counts of resisting arrest. Barty: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Regulus: Also, that’s not our car.

. . . .

Barty: How do you connect with a fictional character? Evan: What? Dorcas: What? Pandora: What? Regulus: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

. . . .

Regulus: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Pandora: I really care about your feelings! Lily: I really care about YOUR feelings! Regulus, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Barty: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Evan: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

. . . .

James: What did you get Regulus for their birthday? Pandora: I got them a kitten. Barty: Really? Me too! Dorcas: I also got them a cat. Evan: Looks like we had the same idea. Pandora: James, please tell me you didn't get Regulus a cat as well! James: ...I got them a kitten. *later* Regulus, in their apartment surrounded by cats and kittens: This is the best birthday ever!

. . . .

Pandora: What do rainbows mean to you? Barty: Gay rights. Dorcas: There's money. Evan: The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood. Regulus: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

. . . .

Regulus: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. Barty: This knife is actually a magic wand. Evan: Meet me in the Denny's parking lot for a wizard duel. Pandora: * cocks gun* Magic missile. Dorcas: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

#regulus black #marauders #barty crouch jr #marauders era #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #evan rosier #the slytherin skittles #slytherin #slytherin skittles #incorrect quotes #slytherin skittles incorrect quotes #pandalily

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Ancestral Chapter 17

Written for day 1 of Ectoberhaunt's isekai weekend! Ignore how far past midnight we are, okay?

Sleep all too often came with dreams. That was probably why none of them had really wanted to go to bed.

Along with the anxiety, the revelations, the threat to all of their lives, etcetera, etcetera. No one was really counting all that. Much.

Danny dreamed. He knew he dreamed.

Well. Sort of. This was really more of a nightmare. Even though nothing bad had happened yet, the whole atmosphere of the classroom was steeped in unease and tension.

"Ryv is one of the few Avlynyse words borrowed directly from French, without first passing through English," said Mr. Lancer, as he wrote on the board in Esperanto. "Most likely due to the popularity of Marie Thérèse of France, who married Prince Alyn, later King Alyn, in sixteen eighty-eight pursuant to the agreement of marriage negotiated when she was five between her father, the Sun King, and Dr. Kahysy Wyrtmyn Royne Tyronoé, when the later saved her from dying of consumption. Yes, Mr. Fenton, this will be on the test.”

“I didn’t say anything,” said Danny.

“Queen Marie Thérèse was often quoted as saying ‘Parfois, j’ai l’impression que ma vie ici n’est qu’un beau rêve’ or ‘Sometimes I feel as if my life here is nothing but a beautiful dream.’”

“You don’t even speak French,” said Danny, despairingly.

“Compare and contrast ryv with the thirteen other common Avlynyse terms for dream, such as ayslyn, traym, and revo.”

“That last one isn’t even Avlynyse,” protested Danny. “It’s Esperanto. You’re writing in Esperanto. I don’t think you know that, either.”

“Compare and contrast King Georg Gyvry’s attempts to acquire royal spouses for his children, thereby securing alliances and diplomatic ties, with Queen Arynryd’s foundation of the School of Heroes.”

Danny stood up. He couldn’t take any more of this. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest, and all that was happening was Mr. Lancer giving a lecture on Avlynyse history. And getting things wrong, but that wasn’t really relevant.

“Mr. Fenton, this will be on the test.”

“What test?” asked Danny. “This is a dream.”

“But you have to pass,” said Mr. Lancer, not looking away from the blackboard. “You have to pass. This will be on the trial.”

“What?” asked Danny, unable to help himself.

“You have to pass the Trials. Dr. Kahysy Wyrtmyn Royne Tyronoé was born in Royn on the Island of Tyrono, to the herbalists Byryta and Yud Wyrtmyn, also of Royn. He was later sponsored by a client of theirs, Dr. Uwyn Font, to attend Argyntyn College. While there, his ideas were instrumental to the resolution of the sixteen sixty-nine Argyntyn Cholera epidemic, and he was inducted to the School of Heroes.”

Danny turned away. He already knew all of this. Except where it was wrong, which was annoying. He hated it when his dreams were wrong, especially when they’d be so interesting otherwise. Like, one time, he’d had a dream about Jupiter, but it was way too close to Earth, and there was just no way the GAV could fly up there that fast, so, there.

Behind him, Mr. Lancer - that is, dream Mr. Lancer - had stopped speaking. Danny felt certain that if he were to turn around now, Mr. Lancer wouldn’t even be there. No. He’d be replaced by something much worse. Something terrible.

He hunched his shoulders and covered his face, then froze as his fingers encountered something around his eyes. The mask he’d worn the previous night, for the Moon Masque. Had he even brought it home, after everything? He didn’t remember. He had been given back his not-so-ceremonial knife, and it was resting on his bedside table. His fingers itched for it now. Normal weapons, even Danny’s normal weapons, wouldn’t do anything against what loomed behind him, but maybe that would. It had already banished one monster.

There was only so long he could delay. He turned. The tunnel was long and dark, with no forks or turns. He walked. Fire and flowers licked from the walls, horribly red, ready to burn, ready to bleed, but did nothing to provide light.

There was an end. It was covered in metal instead of stone. Dull green lines traced between metal panels and wires sprawled loosely over the floor. He put his hand against the wall as he walked. If he was right, this was where he would slip–

–click.

Remembered agony shot through his bones and heart and brain and he spasmed. Through the green he could see Jazz. Leo. George. Iris. Vivian. Lewis. Matthew. Joanna. Grandpa Alfred. Martin. William. Aunt Alicia. Great Aunt Isabella. Great Uncle Theodore.

All of them dying. All of them screaming, dying, melting.

There was a sensation of cold in his chest and he choked himself awake, his ghost sense slipping past his lips. He reached for the dagger instinctively, ready to fight.

“Fryth, myne yfyor. Peace, Danny. Dreams, only, have troubled you.”

“Danny?” said Jazz, blearily, from the other side of the large bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” said Danny, staring. Gwensyvyr had her hand phased partway into his shoulder, and that was clearly what had triggered his ghost sense and woken him up. But, more importantly… “You talked!”

“Yeah?” said Jazz, who was still not entirely awake.

“Yes,” said Gwensyvyr at the same time. “Although it would, ah, appear that you, only, can hear me.” Her accent was strange and heavy, but still familiar and homey in a way Danny couldn’t properly identify.

“Danny?” said Jazz, again. “Did you have a nightmare or something?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. “Yeah, I, um, nightmare. Portals and murder plots, you know? Ah. Ha.”

Jazz was sitting up, now, and peering at the clock. “It’s two,” she said, making a face. “The sun was just barely up… What’s that at this latitude? Nine? So, five hours?” She sighed. “I feel like we just got over jet lag…”

“Mhm,” said Danny. He wasn’t entirely awake either, and his brain wasn’t up for returning anything but exclamation points on the subject of Gwensyvyr talking to him.

(And, as a point of fact, they’d been recovered from jet lag even before Matthew’s attempted emergency coronation, and that had been on the… The ninth? The tenth? And now it was… Danny wasn’t entirely sure, actually. Preparations for the Moon Masque had been a whirlwind. Late January, anyway.)

(Maybe Jazz was right and they weren’t all that recovered from jet lag.)

“Should we go back to sleep? I don’t want to throw my sleep schedule off too much, though…”

“Jazz, I don’t… I don’t think that’s really important.”

Jazz made a disgruntled noise, looked back over at him, and abruptly propelled herself off the bed. “What–”

“Oh,” said Gwensyvyr. “It might be that she might see?” She pronounced the ‘gs’ in each ‘might.’

“Ohh,” said Jazz. “She– That– Hello, Gwensyvyr?” Then she blinked. “She’s gone?”

“No,” said Danny. “Still here.”

“ I just– I don’t see her anymore.”

“Alas,” said Gwensyvyr. “A moment, only. Yet still better than not at all.”

“Y-yeah,” said Danny. He looked Gwensyvyr over. “Your arm is better?” It was, at least, covered in clothing again.

“It appears.”

“This is good,” said Jazz. “This is good, right?”

“I mean, I don’t think it could be bad,” said Danny with a shrug. “I can hear her, now.”

“Can you hear the others?” asked Jazz, climbing back onto the bed. “Vivian?”

“I’ve been awake for a minute,” said Danny. “And Vivian’s still with Matthew.”

“They have returned,” said Gwensyvyr.

“Really?” asked Danny.

“Three, four hours after you began to, ah… Slevyn?”

“Sleep,” provided Danny. “But they’re back?”

“I always forget that one,” said Gwensyvyr, mildly. “Matthew still is awake.”

Danny rolled out of bed.

“I guess we’re getting up, then,” said Jazz. She brushed her hair out with her fingers as Danny hunted for something slightly more acceptable to wear downstairs than his pajamas. Then, Danny remembered that Leo had come down that first day in pajama pants, a blanket, and no shirt, so it wasn’t like it mattered.

The other ghosts, as silent as ever, pointed Danny and Jazz in the direction of the dining room, where Matthew, Irene, and Joanna were talking quietly and intensely. They all stopped immediately when the door opened.

Matthew and Irene looked absolutely awful. Irene was still in her Moon Masque costume, and it was rumpled and stained. It looked like she’d been pulling at her hair, with how it had come out of its earlier neat style. Matthew had changed into a t-shirt and ratty jeans, and his arm was in a sling. He looked pale, and his other arm had IV tape and various medical bracelets. His nose was crusted with blood, and he had a black eye.

“Is Sophia asleep?” asked Jazz, when no one else seemed ready to say anything.

“Sophia is still under medical care,” said Matthew. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “Nervous breakdown. Grabbed a syringe from one of the doctors and tried to stab me with it. Punched me really good, too.”

No wonder he and Mr. Kynbaz had been too busy to answer the phone.

“Then, I had been given some Revyvtech drugs, because the knife,” he gestured at his shoulder, “had belladonna extract on it. So I spent three hours after Joanna called getting all my blood replaced, just in case Revyvtech was also poisoning me. Luckily, Physostigmine is produced by other companies, so Sophia and I were able to take that, and the amount of atropine that got into our systems really wasn’t enough to kill us, anyway.” He sighed. “I’m tired of getting poisoned.”

Irene patted his shoulder.

“Yeah,” said Danny. “So. What are we doing about that?”

“Which?”

“The– The thing with Revyvtech.”

“We’re investigating,” said Matthew. “Unfortunately, you can’t just accuse an entire company of murder. You have to find the people responsible. And you need evidence. Security brought the medicines you tested to a forensics lab, so we’ll see if anything turns up there. I don’t know what else to do. I don’t even know if it’s safe to take the Trials, if these ‘blood blossoms’ bioaccumulate, if we’ll all drop dead the minute we finish them, the same way everyone else did. I don’t know.”

“I don’t think they do,” said Danny, thoughtfully. “I mean, I had a friend eat some for me, once, and I was still able to do things like phase through him afterwards.”

“There’s that, at least,” said Matthew. He rubbed his eyes again.

“You should sleep,” said Joanna.

Matthew shook his head.

Jazz cleared her throat again. “Mom and Dad?” she asked.

“Kyr Argyn, under house arrest in the Late Wing,” said Matthew. “Pending an investigation, but of course all the investigators are busy…” He stood up. “We’re doing what we can do. If the spirits are able to give you anything else…?” He trailed off, hopefully.

“He should sleep,” said Gwensyvyr. “I do not believe anything I have to say to you will change that.” She paused. “Vivian’s story might.”

Danny shook his head.

“Let me know if that changes,” said Matthew. He took a breath and held it for a second. “Joanna, can you–?”

“I’ll keep everyone to the schedule as best I can,” she said.

“Good. Good,” said Matthew. He hobbled around his chair, towards the door, Irene helping him.

“What schedule?” asked Danny, after they had left. “To prepare for the Trials,” said Joanna. “We’re going a little fast, but… the full moon is soon.” She smiled shakily. “So! Since you two are up, why don’t you get breakfast - or lunch, I suppose - and we can talk about personal seals.”

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt23 #ectoberhaunt 2023 #ancestral fic

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daisymydaisycarstairs · 1 year

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In another world where Matthew isn’t in love with Cordelia, Matthew is rooting for James and Cordelia and he’s her confidante whenever she wants to talk about her feelings for james and she’s talking like a thirteen year old and Matthew is the best listener to her hardcore crushing. And Matthew is like a very vexed exhausted friend. Like

Cordelia: oh his eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in those beautiful eyes

Matthew: I know. Like flames borne from molten gold. Like if fire is only one colour and it’s James’s eyes

Cordelia: YES! Exactly. and his hair. I can spend hours writing songs about it. Dark, soft like I might come undone if I touch it

Matthew: black ink across a canvas, I know

Cordelia: and do you ever see the smooth column of his throat? its like flawless marble and sometimes it’s such an effort to not stare at it when I’m looking up at him

Matthew: well then thank goodness I’m taller than him

Cordelia: and raziel, his shoulders. Like wings spreading out, so much so that I have to keep myself from touching them just to see if they would actually feel like wings

Matthew: that sounds hard. Maybe that’s all I need to hear cor—

Cordelia: and his arms. I have to tear my eyes away from them every time I look at them. Every. Single. Time.

Matthew: all right, this is a little too much info—

Cordelia: and his lips. I wonder if they would feel as soft a they loo—

Matthew: I’M LEAVING

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im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons · 6 months

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Day 27: Touch-Starved

Warnings: none

Rating: M

Pairing: Raylan x Tim

“You got time for a drink tonight, Gutterson?”

The words are familiar in Raylan’s mouth. He’s taken to asking every Friday when they’re packing up, because he knows Tim drinks, and he knows he drinks alone – and maybe the former army sniper has grown on him more than Raylan thought he would.

Tim hasn’t taken him up on it yet, and Raylan’s not holding his breath. He’s optimistic, not delusional. But he’s persistent more than anything, and in any case, the question always makes the corners of Tim’s mouth twitch up in a smile. A real one, not the glinting, half-feral one he pulls out when he’s itching for a fight.

(Raylan likes that one, too. Likes that there’s something inside Tim that’s straining, screaming to be let out. And Raylan might not like blowing shit up like Boyd does, but even he can admit that there would be something beautiful in seeing that particular powder keg go off.)

As usual, Tim huffs a breath of laughter and shakes his head. But this time, Raylan doesn’t get a fuck off, cowboy or a middle finger raised in his direction. Instead, Tim turns to look at him, clearly sizing him up even if Raylan’s not entirely sure what he’s looking for. Eventually, Tim just shakes his head, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"If I say yes, will you stop fucking asking?"

Raylan grins. "I make no promises," he says. "And who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy yourself. Maybe you'll ask me, next time."

“We shooting for the other thirteen signs of the apocalypse tonight, too?”

“Might be a little ambitious for one night,” Raylan says, and Tim falls into step next to him as they head towards the elevator. It’s not until the door closes behind them, though, that Tim speaks again, his voice pitched low, like even here he’s afraid of being overheard.

“Skip the drinks and take me home,” Tim says, and heat twists low in Raylan’s gut, sudden and unbidden. “You don’t need to wine and dine me to get me to put out.”

“Maybe I want to,” Raylan says, and Tim just shoots him a look, somehow knowing and impatient all at the same time. Raylan raises his hands in surrender. “All right, all right. I get it. Do not pass go, do not collect–”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you fuckin’ watch.”

Raylan grins, and Tim ducks his head but Raylan can see his smile too – the real one, finally, the one that lights up his face and makes him look young. “That supposed to be a threat?” he drawls, shifting a little because his jeans have gotten considerably tighter just at the thought of watching.

Tim shrugs one shoulder. “Shut you up, didn’t it?”

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that if you want me to shut up in any permanent sort of fashion.”

It’s low-hanging fruit, but it gets Tim to laugh under his breath. “My ball-gag’s in my other pants,” he says, the disappointment in his voice laid on thick. “Guess we’ll just have to make do.”

And hell if making do doesn’t sound real damn fine.

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Raylan’s not sure what he expects when they get back to his motel. Half of him is bracing for Tim to be on him, all teeth and demanding hands, and the other half is wondering how fucking long Tim’s going to tease him for, how he’s going to drag it out. But he gets neither. As soon as the door closes behind them, the half-smile Tim’s been sporting since the elevator ride drops, and his eyes go distant in a way that Raylan’s familiar with but isn’t all that fond of. So when Tim drops his bag and reaches for the hem of his henley, Raylan reaches out and lays his hands over Tim’s, stopping him.

It’s impossible to miss the way Tim stiffens, the way he goes still when Raylan touches him. His laugh comes a little too late and a little too forced to be natural, and he doesn’t meet Raylan’s eyes when he says, “Not sure how you’re gonna manage this with my clothes on, Raylan.”

“You’d be surprised what I can manage,” Raylan says, and Tim scoffs, his hands dropping away. “Now,” Raylan continues, “I’m gonna ask you something, and I need you not to take it the wrong way.”

“You say that to all the girls you’re about to fuck?” Tim asks dryly, and Raylan can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Only the ones that look like they’d rather be anywhere else,” Raylan says pointedly, and Tim’s shoulders hunch a little, like he wants to curl in on himself. Like he wants to hide. “What’s wrong?”

Raylan can see the way a reflexive response springs to Tim’s lips, the way he has to swallow it down with a grimace. And Raylan can appreciate that, the effort it takes to be honest. So he waits. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t touch, either, though his every cell is aching to reach out and offer comfort the only way he knows how.

After a minute, Tim sighs. “It’s been a while,” he says, shrugging one shoulder. “That’s all. I’m just… I’m fine. All right?”

“I was hoping you’d be a little more than fine,” Raylan says, and Tim makes a face, looking away. “Let’s just take it slow. How about that?”

Tim bares his teeth, not in a smile but in something more like a snarl. “I don’t need to be fucking coddled,” he says – snaps, really, and Raylan might be waiting to see Tim’s powder keg go off, but he doesn’t want this to be the match.

“All right,” he says after a brief moment of internal deliberation. “I won’t coddle you. Get on the bed, then. On your back. Clothes on,” he adds, when Tim reaches for his shirt again. “I’ll take care of that.”

Tim eyes him with a little uncertainty, but only for a moment. Then he’s settling himself on the bed, his head on Raylan’s pillow and his legs stretched out, ankles crossed in the shoes he’s still wearing. Raylan gets another apprehensive little look when he goes over to the bed, and when he throws one leg over Tim’s thighs and settles in his lap Tim goes stiff again, his jaw clenching and the tendons in his neck standing out in a way that looks damn near painful.

“How long’s a while?” Raylan asks, and Tim just blinks up at him for a moment before he realizes what Raylan’s asking and swallows.

“Just because you’ve got a few inches and forty pounds on me doesn’t mean I can’t put you on the floor,” he says, and for all he’s fighting the tension in his own body his voice is even, sure. There’s no doubt there.

“Good,” Raylan says. Just that. And it’s enough to make Tim’s gaze go searching instead of uncertain, enough to make his jaw unclench a little, make him relax back against the mattress.

“You’re something else,” Tim mutters, but he shifts to get more comfortable, putting his hands behind his head as he looks up at Raylan. “You really want to get into this?”

“Wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.”

The corner of Tim’s mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but not not one, either. “All right,” he says quietly. “Here’s the spark notes version: I wasn’t all that interested in people touching me after I got back. By the time I got around to wanting it again, it’d been long enough that I wasn’t used to it anymore. Tried to get over it, but the funny thing is, the kind of guys that are willing to fuck you in the bathroom of a bar aren’t the type to wait around while you have a fucking panic attack. So I stopped trying.”

Raylan raises an eyebrow. “But you came home with me,” he says, and Tim presses his lips into a thin line.

“Said I stopped trying,” he says, voice tense. “Didn’t say I stopped wanting.”

Raylan nods, and his fingers still itch to touch, but he holds himself back. Just a little longer. “You gonna let me take this slow, then?” he asks, and Tim, at least, has the good sense to look… well, if not embarrassed, a little abashed.

“Can’t see why you’d want to,” he mutters, low enough that Raylan almost can’t hear him, like he can hide the undertones of can’t see why you’d want me. “But sure, Raylan. Knock yourself out.”

“I’ve wanted to touch you since the day I started in this office,” Raylan says, instead of something like anyone who doesn’t want to take their time with you is dumb fucking bastard. “You’ll have to forgive me for enjoying the moment.”

And maybe it’s the words, or maybe it’s the way Raylan finally lets his hands settle on Tim’s hips, over the denim of his jeans. Either way, it makes Tim’s eyelashes flutter, makes him sigh, sweet and soft.

And Raylan takes slow to fucking heart. He doesn’t touch the tantalizing strip of skin that’s visible where Tim’s henley has ridden up, doesn’t pop the button on his jeans so he can get inside them. He sticks to what’s covered, skimming his hands gently up Tim’s sides, feeling the dips between his ribs, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. He maps out the ridges of Tim’s collarbones, files away the way his throat bobs when Raylan’s fingers dip down, brushing down the line of his sternum.

He’s thinking about seeing how his hands span the trim, almost petite waist underneath him when Tim clears his throat, drawing Raylan’s attention back up to his face. Tim offers him a soft, crooked little smile, only a little at odds with the impatience in his voice when he says, “If you don’t get my damn shirt off in the next thirty seconds, I’m filing a complaint.”

“Seems like a lot of paperwork,” Raylan teases, but he acquiesces, sliding his hands up under Tim’s shirt. The first touch of his palms against Tim’s abdomen earns him a shuddering little sigh that’s almost a whine, something needy and desperate. So Raylan’s slow with this, too, slow as he works his way up Tim’s chest, back over his ribs and his collarbones, until Tim’s shifting up to help him tug the shirt off.

“Perfect,” Raylan murmurs, and he doesn’t miss the way Tim blinks a little rapidly, the way his throat bobs again. And he’s got Tim’s whole chest bare, has got more than explicit permission to touch there all he wants, but instead he leans down, smiling when Tim bites his lip, like he knows exactly what Raylan’s going for.

But Raylan brushes his thumb over Tim’s bottom lip, tugging it free from his teeth, and that’s it. Tim jolts, his breath hitching, and Raylan has just enough time to lean down and press a kiss to his cheek before Tim’s clinging to him, his nails digging into Raylan’s back through his shirt as he hides the tears that are spilling down his face in the crook of Raylan’s neck.

Tim cries silently, and Raylan aches because he knows exactly why people learn to do that – knows why he learned to do it, at least, and he figures Tim can’t be all that different.

It takes a little maneuvering, but he gets them turned over on their sides, so he can actually hold Tim close, run a gentle hand up and down his back. “It’s okay,” he says, pressing the words into Tim’s hair. “Easy now, sugar. I got you.”

Tim trembles bodily, and this time Raylan knows it’s because of sugar. He hides his smile in Tim’s hair, and he won’t bring it up, not now – not until he gets Tim through that front door again, at least.

“I’m sorry,” Tim murmurs, a little muffled for how his face is hidden. “Fuck, Raylan, I’m sorry.”

“For?” Raylan asks. “Just wanted to touch you. I got to do that. I’ve got zero complaints about all this.”

Tim huffs, not quite a laugh, but not quite a sigh either. “Sure, cowboy,” he mutters, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he lets Raylan hold him a little closer, a little tighter, and he doesn’t complain, either.

And maybe he's half-hard against Raylan's thigh, but he doesn't seem to be too eager on doing anything about that, so Raylan isn't, either. He’s more than content to just lay there, with Tim’s breaths slowly evening out and their legs tangled up together under the blankets.

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panjakes · 2 years

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🥥Another member catches you making out< Seventeen hyung line

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S.Coups

You were in the dorm bathroom putting your braids up for the night. You did your edges wrapping them up so you didn’t have to do them in the morning.

Just as you tied your scarf, S.coups came into the bathroom to use it. He looked back over his shoulder watching you.

You were so pretty to him. He smiles to himself finishing his business then he washes his hands. Just as you were done and ready to do your nightly skin care routine he dries his hands he wraps his arms around your waist

“Yes Coups” you say

“Nothing. Your just really beautiful” he says placing light kisses on your neck. You smile looking at your reflections in the mirror

He rubs his hands up and down your curves giving them a squeeze here and there

“What are you doing coups?” You ask scrubbing your face with your electronic exfoliating brush

“Enjoying your beautiful presence” he says grabbing your chin to make you look at him

“Is that so?” You ask smirk

“Yeah it is” he says slowly leaning in to kiss your lips. He pulls away but goes in for another

“Coups my face is wet” you say

“I can get something else wet” he says smirking before turning you around to reconnect your lips.

It started off sweet and slow. You wrap your arms around his neck closing the space between you two. He grabs the back of your head bringing you closer(if possible) to deepen the kiss.

You lowly moan into the kiss as his hands reach down to grip your ass. He grabs you by the thighs putting you onto the sink.

You pull him in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your waist again basking in your warmth.

“Oh my gosh yn! Stop scrubbing your crusty face and get out the bathroo- oh my gosh…gross” seungkwan says turning his lips up at the sight

You two pull away from each other shocked that someone caught you

“First of all my face isn’t crusty…second learn how to knock” you say

“I will.” He says frowning as he walks out the bathroom

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Jeonghan

After dropping their new album you figured the boys were tired and decided to be nice and cook for them.

“Ah we are so lucky to have you Yn” Dino says wrapping his arms around you

“Yeah y’all are lucky I love you guys because feeding fourteen people is a lot” you say

“Fourteen? There’s thirteen of us” he says

“Uh me! You don’t think I want to eat?!” You asks

“Ah right! Sorry” he says making you laugh

Jeonghan walks in snatching his arms from around you replacing Dino’s with his own

“Hey!” Dino says

“Get your own girlfriend” he mumbles into your neck

“Fine maybe I will” Dino mumbles walking out the

“Your always teasing him” you say laughing

“Because he’s always on my girlfriend” Jeonghan mumbles as he starts kissing on your neck

You roll your eyes pushing him away to check on the food.

“Why are you wearing an apron?” He asks

“Coups made me put it on so I don’t get my clothes dirty” you say

“How does a grown man make a grown women do something?” He asks smirking

“Leave me alone Jeonghan you know how Coups is” you say giggling

He jumps on the counter watching you work your magic with the food. His eyes scanning your body…mainly your ass.

You had on a black short sleeve crop top with light denim ripped jeans. You looked really good in his eyes.

“Come here” he says

“I’m cooking” you say not turning around

“Just for a minute” he says

“What is it Jeonghan” you ask slowly walk over to him

He says nothing as he just stares at you

“Why are you so far? Come stand right here” he says

“Jeonghan what’s wrong?” You asks

“Nothing I just want you to come closer” he says grabbing your wrist pulling your closer to him.

“Whyyyy” you asks whinnying

“Because I miss youuu” he says matching your tone

“You see me everyday” you say

“Barley im so busy these days. I just want to be close to you” he says pulling you in between his legs

“I guess I miss you a lil bit” you say smirking

“Just a little bit?” He asks returning the smirk

You nod your head leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.

Jeonghan pulls away smirking

“Mm…give me another kiss” he says

“Why should I?” You asks

“Playing hard to get?” He asks raising a brow

“No, just curious as to why I should” you say smirking

“Because I said so” he says before grabbing the back of your head pushing your lips onto his.

The kiss quickly got heated as You wrap your arms around his torso. He tilts his head to the right adding tongue to the kiss.

You both moan into the kiss. You pull away thinking of the food. Jeonghan grabs your waist pulling you back in for another kiss.

Wonwoo walks into the kitchen ready to speaks but stops when he sees the position you are in.

You two didn’t hear or see him so jeonghan’s tongue was still down your throat.

He flips a cup on the counter scaring the two of you. You both pull away looking at him. He looks at you shaking his head

“Cook the food Yn” he says

“Okay” you mumble going back over to the stove

He looks at Jeonghan with a glare before walking out the kitchen

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Woozi

You had stopped by his studio with some food cause knowing him he’d work and work without eating or even drinking water.

“Thank you Yn you didn’t have to” Woozi says taking the bag

“Oh yes I did” you say making him chuckle

You grab a chair sitting next to him looking at the table in front of you

“Why are you sitting right there?” He asks picking up his chop sticks

“Cause your eating” you say sipping from your straw.

“So? Come sit on my lap” he says patting his thighs

You get up from the chair planting yourself in his lap.

You played on your phone while Woozi ate his food and did his work.

After Woozi ate his food, he snatched your cup of coffee from your hands taking a sip. You look back at him with a glare.

He drinks it all before handing you the empty cup

“Woozi!!!” You say

“Sorry I was thirsty” he says kissing your neck

“I got you sweet tea drink that” you say

“You drink it I’ll buy you another cup tomorrow” he says

“No I don’t want it tomorrow I want it today” you say pouting

“I’m sorry baby I’ll give you the money to buy another one” he says.

His kisses started from your neck slowly going to your jaw line then to your lips.

He grabs your chin turning your head to face him

“Don’t pout I said I was sorry” he says looking at your lips

“I want my coffee Woozi and I’m not playing” you say rolling your eyes

“I’ll give it to you I promise” he says. He wraps his arms around your thighs standing up with you in his arms

He turns around sitting you on the table

“Let me make it up too you?” He asks

You make a face acting like your thinking about it.

“Okay” you say smiling. He returns the smile before pecking your lips.

“Your so beautiful” he says

Before you could thank him he leans back in connecting your lips to his. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hand rubbed up and down your curves

You tilt your head to the side deepening the kiss

“Hey Woozi we’re here to get you- oh! Oh my gosh”

The both of you pull away looking over at the door to revel a shocked yet embarrassed Vernon

“Hey Vernon” you say waving

“H-hey Yn, Woozi we’re…obviously here to pick you up” Vernon says trying to hold his blush

“Uh thanks I’ll be out in a minute” Woozi say sighing

Vernon nods before rushing out

“Our time has been interrupted but I’ll make it to you later okay?” Woozi says pulling out some money for your coffee

“I’ll hold you too it” you say taking the money with a smirk

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Joshua

Joshua invited you out to eat with him and the guys and you two were ready and decided to go to the van and wait on everybody.

“You look beautiful” Joshua says as he watches you fix your eyelash

“Thank you, how very kind of you” you say smiling he chuckles shaking his head

He looks back over at you bitting his lip.

You had on something simple. A black dress.

Your hair in a curly puff with a few curly stands framing your face.

Joshua grabs your wrist pulling you closer to him

“What?” You ask turning to him

“Nothing just want you close to me” he says smiling at you

“Your being weird” you say laughing

“Not weird, just appreciating your beauty is all” he says making you smile

You look out the window and none of the guys were outside yet

“I wish they come on I’m ready to eat” you mumble fixing the upper part of your dress. Joshua watched as you Brest jiggled a bit once you had let go of the top of your dress

“I know how we can past the time” he says

“And that is?” You ask raising a brow

“Come here and I’ll show you” he says pointing to his lap

You look around checking your surroundings before moving from your seat to his lap. Once your comfortable and seated, he wraps his arms around your waist laying his head on your chest

He takes a deep breath in taking in the peach and coco butter smell that radiated off of you. His hands slowly made their way up and down your thighs rubbing the bare skin

He turns his head planting small kisses on your chest then your exposed breast before moving his lips up your neck.

He skips over your neck going straight to your lips.

You two kiss for a while before pulling away looking in each other’s eyes before going in for another kiss.

The kiss was hot,steamy,and passionate. His hands rubbing your curves as his tongue fought with Yours winning in the end

The lights in the van turn on causing you two to pull away

“Why are you guys- ohhhh” Dino says getting inside the van

You both sigh as you slide of Joshua’s lap to get into your seat next to him

“Was I interrupting?” Dino asked

“No/yes” you and Joshua say at the same time

You both look at each other with a glare

“To be fair you two are making out in a van…that we share…as a group” Dino says in a matter of fact tone

“Don’t get smart” Joshua says

“Sorry! Just saying!” Dino says putting his hands up in defense

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Hoshi

You two had snuck into Woozi’s studio to record a song for the fun of it. You’d be singing and hoshi would be rapping.

When you were done recording your part for you guys”song”, hoshi ran into the recording booth throwing his arms around you.

“That was so great! Ya know we should release it” he says nodding

“I don’t know about that Babe I’m not THAT good” you say chuckling

Hoshi gasp grabbing your chubby cheeks into his soft hands

“Your awesome! Don’t talk down on yourself!” He says

“Okay” you say in a muffled voice seeing as he was squishing your cheeks

“You hear me?!” He asks shouting

“Yes please stop shouting” you say

“Great now give me a kiss” he says smiling

He lets go of your cheeks allowing you to lean up and kiss his lips

“That’s not a real kiss” he says glaring down at you

“Oh I’m sorry” you say grabbing the front of his shirt bringing him down to your level kissing his soft lips

Hoshi got lost into the kiss wrapping his arms around your waist with one hand on the back of your head pulling you in closer.

Your tongues fight with each other but hoshi wins in the end

“Think we should move the party to the couch?” He asks pulling away

Before you could answer a knock on the window scared you both. You look back at the window seeing an angry Woozi

He presses a button on the table

“No! Don’t move the party to the couch! Get out!” He says

“Ohhh we’re caught” hoshi smirks

“Yeah we are” you say returning the smirk

Woozi bangs on the window

“NOW!”

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Jun

Nobody was suppose to catch you. That was his thoughts.

You invited him over to your apartment after the two of you had spent the whole day together. You went and got take out and snacks for the movie night you had planned

You put on a random movie and ate your food along with your snacks. You and jun were to busy to even watch the movie.

You two were lost in your conversation and laughs. With jun being so busy lately you two didn’t hang out as much.

The movie went off and another played but this one had juns attention. You looked over at him and he just looked so good when he was focused.

You scoot closer laying your head on his shoulder. He grabs your hand still watching the movie. You rub your hand on his arms. Trying to be subtle that you want his attention.

He looks down at you for a moment before kissing your forehead then turning back to the movie. You sigh before fixing your position to sit up.

You continue rubbing his arm but now you left soft kisses on his neck

“Yn what are you doing?” He asks now taking his eyes of the screen

“I missed you” you say before going back in to kiss his neck.

“I-I missed you to” he says tilting his neck just a bit to give you more access to his neck

“Can you pay attention to me?” You ask in a sweet voice making the dark haired man groan. He tilted his head back locking eyes with you.

He licks his lips before speaking

“Of course,come here baby” he says lighting you up with excitement

You straddle his lap cupping his face into your hands. You smile down at him admiring his looks.

“I know you didn’t do all that just to sit here?” He asks smirking

“Of course not” you say before leaning in to lock lips with him.

You wrap your arms around his neck tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Jun wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

He moans into your mouth as he feels you grind against his bulge. You pull away from the kiss smirking

“Somebody’s excited” you say grinning

“I am, you’ve got me worked up” Jun says

“Why don’t you do something about it” you say bitting your lip

“Gladly” he says grabbing your waist. He stands up before laying you down on your back. He crawls on top of you before connecting your lips again

The steamy hot kiss exciting you both.

You two were so focused on each other you didn’t hear your front door open.

“Yn! I know you coo-go!go!” Mingyu says walking into the living room

“Why? Is everything oka-ohhhhh that’s why…”Dk asks

Jun jumps off you, cheeks burning hot red.

“Mingyu! Dk! Why are you here?” You ask fixing yourself

“We knew you’d cook and we were hungry so we decided to stop by” Mingyu says

“Yeah I see you let yourself in” you say with a fake smile

“Yeahhhh” Dk says scratching his head

“That’s not why she gave you a key” jun says

“Shut up your just embarrassed because we walked in on you and Yn making out” Mingyu says making jun blush even more

He hides his face in his hands making You chuckle at his reaction

“Now where the food at” Dk asks with mingyu follow right behind him

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Runaway - Chapter Sixteen.

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“I did a bad thing.”

The force of the sigh that came from Shonda could have sent a lone vessel over a hundred miles out to sea as Hannah sat down with her on the couch in the bar they were at, wondering what on earth it was this time.

“White girl, when I need to start taking beta blockers for all the fucking heart palpitations I regularly receive from your antics, I’m sending you the bill!” Lifting her ice-cold beer to her lips, she took a good, fortifying glug, Hannah sipping at her vodka and cranberry before placing the glass down.

“I had sex with Manny.”

Shonda’s eyes widened, reaching to place her beer down on the table, Hannah having to guide her there when her attempts only made the glass come into contact with the thin air. “Pumpkin!”

“I know!”

“He’s engaged!”

“I know! But if it counts for anything, he isn’t happy with her.”

“That doesn’t make it right!”

Hannah groaned, hiding her face behind her hands for a moment. “I’m aware, and I know this is me being me, again.”

“Imma need this beer back, shit.” Lifting her glass, Shonda all but drained it, burping discreetly behind her hand. “Excuse me. Right, back to Manny. Oh, I swear for lord, your impulsiveness is going to be your ruin one day, Hannah Elizabeth Gray. You get yourself into these situations every time, because you just can’t stop yourself.” She took a breath, realising that the time for admonishing her had come and gone. “So, how was it?”

Hannah closed her eyes for a second, and it flashed through her mind, the night of sexual perfection they’d enjoyed, the aftermath even sweeter when after she’d fed Lola in the early hours, they’d all lain in bed together, the baby between her parents, looking between them as she played with her feet. It had been beautiful, just the three of them. A little family.

“It was amazing. I swear, maybe if he wasn’t so criminally good in bed, it might not have happened, but he is, and he’s gorgeous, and he told me that he’d missed me, and he made me feel beautiful again! And then we just lay there with the baby a few hours afterwards, and it was perfect,” she explained, resting her hand beneath her chin. “And I can’t have it, because he still went back to Carmen.”

Shonda was puzzled. “Were you expecting it to be something else, then, rather than the bad thing you alluded to?”

“I don’t know, no... yes... I mean...” She paused to gather her thoughts, taking a swig of her drink, the alcohol helping her focus. “I didn’t think to begin with, I just went with it. We wanted one another and I didn’t go into it with any expectations, but he kept telling me he missed me, and it was so fucking... it wasn’t just a mindless, brutal fuck. It was beautiful. And then lying there with Lola afterwards, I felt like something had shifted. Something significant.”

“So, how did you guys leave it?” She felt this was the next most pertinent question to ask.

“Well, it wasn’t awkward, but we made no mention of it. He left at 6am and I won’t hear from him now until he comes to pick Lola up on Thursday. I don’t really know what to say to him about it, how to tell him, that I think I want it to be more with him. Because no matter that he told me about how he isn’t happy at the moment, and I heard why, she called him when he was at mine and gave him hell for deciding to be there with me instead of going home to her, I still don’t know if that definitely points to him wanting to be with me. It was on the night of that huge storm, that it happened,” she explained.

“Right, right,” Shonda nodded in interjection.

“And so yeah. Everything she feared would happen actually did, he ended up cheating on her with me. I do feel lousy about that, I do. He’s someone else’s fiancé, and it was wrong for us to just fall so easily into bed with one another, but, but, oh, hell...”

Shonda rested her hand on her shoulder, softly stroking her skin with her thumb. “He’s the father of your child, someone who, no matter how briefly your first coming together was, you have a connection with.”

She nodded, feeling a little teary, Shonda quick to pull her into a warm hug. “Yeah, that’s it. And now I’ve messed it all up.”

“Just talk to him,” she advised, stroking her back fondly. “Because if he feels the same about you, then you might be doing exactly what he did for you; saving him from marrying someone he shouldn’t be.”

Meanwhile, across town, someone else was settling in for afternoon drinks. Except his weren’t a precursor to lunch and an afternoon out shopping with his bestie.

“Any particular reason you’re pounding ‘em back at 2pm?” Taza asked as Manny poured another shot of Patron.

He straightened, lifting the glass to his lips, sinking the contents. “Shall we just say because I’m a fuck up and leave it at that?”

The elder man nodded, leaving it there. “Here, take him for me. I gotta go head down to Vicky’s with Riz.” Lowering his shoulder, Charlie scampered off onto Manny’s arm, giving himself a little groom as his new human perch rested his head back down on his fist with a sigh. Whereas Taza was content to leave him to it, the same could not be said for the bird.

“Sad. Why sad?”

“I ain’t sad, Charlie,” Manny began, watching him come into his line of vision as he hopped down his arm onto the bar, Charlie nudging his hand until he rubbed his feathers. “I’m just stupid, is all.” Charlie clicked his beak a few times, shaking his head before scampering off down the bar to where a small bowl of bar snacks sat, picking up a pretzel and bringing it back, placing it next to Manny. He then returned, bringing another.

“Snacks. Manny snacks.”

He smiled, throwing them into his mouth. Snacks always made Charlie happy, so when he sensed that someone he liked was feeling down, he liked to offer the same. “You’re an awesome dude, aren’t you?”

“Charlie’s a good boy!”

“Yeah, homes. You are.” He snorted softly then, sighing. “I ain’t, though.”

For the last two days, all he’d had on his mind was his indiscretion. He’d never truly cheated on anyone before, save kissing other girls back in high school when he’d been with someone else, but that was all kid stuff in relationships that had only lasted a number of weeks. It wasn’t this, having sex with his baby mama behind his fiancée's back, the very thing Carmen had feared he’d do.

The very thing he’d been incensed over her even hinting at, and he’d done it without a second thought. What made it worse? He felt bad because he didn’t feel bad at the time, when he was having sex with Hannah. Why? It felt right. He felt like he should have been there with her. It was returning to Carmen that felt alien.

She wasn’t speaking to him, again, because of the fact he’d only arrived home at 6:30am on the morning following the storm. All he could think was how difficult she had to make everything, how she couldn’t be more like Hannah, which he knew was wrong to do. Him and her, though, that ship had sailed, because surely if she felt anything more for him than just having another one-night stand with him, she’d have spoken up?

Wouldn’t she?

“Mama!” Charlie’s shout roused him from his thoughts, Manny turning to see Lily enter the clubhouse, her beloved bird beginning to bob and dance in welcoming of her.

“Hello, baby boy!” she cooed softly, holding out her arm, Charlie scampering up to snuggle against her neck, preening her hair. “You being Manny’s drinking buddy, huh?”

“Manny sad.”

“Aw, hell, homie. Giving away my secrets,” the man himself spoke, turning to softly prod Charlie’s chest with his finger.

Lily cocked her head to the side, reaching to stroke his arm fondly. “The bird didn’t need to say anything for me to see that, honey. What’s wrong?”

If there was one woman he knew he could reveal anything to without worrying what her response would be, it was Lily. Angel was his closest friend, and by extension, so was his wife. “I might have been a bad man.”

“Might?” she questioned, thanking Yasmine, one of the newer girls working behind the bar when she placed a vodka rocks down in front of her.

He smiled thinly, scratching his short beard. “I had sex with Hannah two days ago.”

Lily’s eyes widened in an instant. “Oh boy. Yasmine, keep the drinks coming, pretty girl.” She duly did, Lily finishing hers with another swig. “Well, that’s a, ah, a... predicament you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“I sense you’re holding back from telling me like it is,” he observed, knowing with Lily, that would be exactly what he’d get. She was kind and sweet, but she always cut right through the bullshit with her advice. Although adopted, she was very, very much like her dad in that respect.

“Tell it! Testify!”

They both erupted at that, Charlie’s assessment of the situation, beginning to dance on Lily’s shoulder before he looked towards the door. “Creep! Creep! Playtime!”

“Alright, homie, I’m coming,” Creeper spoke, arriving with them and lowering his shoulder for the bird to hop on, taking a beer passed to him by Yasmine. “I gotta go head out and see to a pile of cars being crushed before I’m finished, and he loves that, so I’ll take him.” Taking his leash, he threaded it through the buttonhole of his shirt, leaving with the celebrity of Romero Brothers on his shoulder, jabbering nonsense into his ear.

“So, the telling it like it is,” Lily began, deciding to treat herself to a seldom enjoyed cigarette. She’d quit completely after getting pregnant with Willow, but allowed herself one on occasion, keeping a pack behind the bar that she reached beneath to locate. “You know it was bad, I don’t have to hammer that point home to you any further. But to be truthful, I can see why you did. That girl you’re engaged to, Manny I’m sorry, but you can do so much better.”

He began to nod. “Never did like her, did you?”

“Oh, hell no,” she revealed with a soft snort. “She isn’t exactly personable. However, it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks of her. If you love her and want to be with her, then what you did with Hannah can’t happen again. You have to be better than that.”

Be better. He knew her words made all the sense in the world.

“She’s asleep,” he mouthed, carrying Lola in her car seat into Hannah’s apartment the following late Thursday afternoon, placing her down and turning to her. Be better. The words burned through his head, but from the moment he met Hannah’s gaze, they soon burned themselves right out of his brain before he picked her up, pressed a kiss of raw heat to her lips, and swiftly fucked her against her apartment door while their baby slept on.

Be better. God, if it was that easy to go from nought to a thousand with the mother of his child, being better would take significantly stronger willpower.

#manny mayans mc #manny mayans mc fanfiction #manny mayans mc smut #manny mayans mc imagine #manny mayans mc x ofc #manny montana #manny montana fanfiction #manny montana smut #manny montana imagine #manny montana x ofc #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

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comradekatara · 2 years

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ID: Four screencaps from “The Siege of the North (Part 1)” of Sokka and Yue in conversation while walking along a bride in the Northern Water Tribe. Yue asks Sokka, “So they don’t have palaces in the Southern Tribe?” to which Sokka responds sarcastically, “Are you kidding? I grew up in a block of ice. It’s not exactly a cultural hub.” Yue laughs at his remark like he just said something absolutely hilarious, and puts a hand on his shoulder.

this is a very brief exchange, only two lines altogether, but I’ve seen it singled out by multiple people who take issue with the writing here. “why would sokka feel shame about his tribe?” they ask. “what messages about indigenous communities/societies is this sending?” but I don’t think that sokka is actually communicating disappointment at a lack of a monarchy in the south. despite his admiration for the infrastructure and resources of the city, he also expresses disapproval for a lot of their traditions. while he does clearly find yue’s status as a princess intimidating (recall, ”you know, i’m something of a prince myself”), it’s clear that what he’s really ashamed of is his poverty (”you’re a princess, and i’m just a southern peasant”).

these episodes set in the northern water tribe illustrate a stigma they hold against the south through sokka’s involvement with princess yue. the contrast between the tribes is clear enough. sokka’s village, the remainder of the southern water tribe after being decimated by the fire nation’s systematic genocide for the past century, is tiny and defenseless. he was the oldest man in his village at age thirteen. meanwhile, the northern water tribe is (in my opinion) the most beautiful and interesting location we see the show, all the architecture masterfully crafted by countless waterbenders, allowing for a thriving society that the southern water tribe was categorically denied. any sort of cultural identity was utterly destroyed by imperialist forces. but is sokka going to communicate that grief and devastation to yue in an honest and vulnerable way? no, of course not. he does what he always does: he deflects with sarcasm, he minimizes his pain.

yue is genuinely curious about how sokka grew up, because she’s interested in him as a person. she doesn’t care that the southern water tribe is considered lesser than the north, but it’s also just unlikely that she’s aware of what the southern water tribe has been through. no one from the north came to aid them (with the exception of perhaps kanna) in the past century, and their isolationism and ignorance of the outside world has protected them from the war. the fact that the southern water tribe isn’t in the same condition as the north genuinely surprises her. it’s not like she’s going to learn the truth – the depths of his trauma – from sokka, king of repression. so she laughs. he said something mildly funny (i’m being generous here) and she uses it as an excuse to flirt and show affection (she’s down bad okay).

yeah, it’s kind of fucked up that sokka is sublimating his pain for the sake of making the princess of a nation that looks down upon his people laugh, but it’s also not remotely out of character. for one, yue isn’t judging sokka’s background, she’s just laughing because she thinks everything he says is hilarious. and sokka isn’t expressing the desire to live under an isolationist monarchy, but let’s be real, he does clearly wish he lived in a “cultural hub.” he loves innovation, technology, architecture, culture, science, progress. even in ba sing se, a city he immediately recognizes as fucked up and terrible, he expresses admiration for its architecture, its abundant culture, its technology. yes, sokka is proud of his home and his heritage, but that doesn’t mean he likes what it’s become in the war. and in his circumstances of abject poverty and constant threat of total annihilation, who would?

#sokka #yue #sokkaxyue #analysis #in which i overanalyze every single shred of conversation between sokka & yue #i am spinning them around in the blender that is my brain #these scenes are so wild though..... literally everything sokka does and says yue is like 😍😍🤤🤤🤩🤩🥰🥰#keep it in ur pants girl !!

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woooyeahbaby · 1 year

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Levi Ackerman x gn!reader fluff

warnings: it’s really suggestive sorry💀 (esp the end), levi pins reader on the bed, reader is in levi’s lap, modern au (not really a warning just sayin’), reader calls levi “my love”, reader is dramatic but kinda jokingly idk, i’m still learning how to use tumblr so the format is probably like bad.

a/n: it’s 6am and i’m suuuper tired i just felt like writing this is probably bad. i’m most likely going to be embarrassed about this and delete it in an hour💀

you and levi are peacefully lying down in bed together, he’s watching tv as you mindlessly scroll through social media. your head is on his chest, leg across his lap, as he gently strokes your hair. it’s pretty peaceful. you see a few relationship posts, about how some people secretly beg their partner to kiss them or just show them affection in general.

which gives you an idea. he’d hate it, but it’s worth a shot. you set your phone down, then look up at him. he notices your gaze. and looks down at you.

you let out a big, dramatic sigh, placing the back of your hand on your forehead. “oh, how i wish my boyfriend would kiss me. it’s been seven years, thirteen days and—”

“what the hell are you talking about? i kissed you earlier.” levi furrows his eyebrows, and you nearly chuckle, but you need to stay in character.

“OH how i wish he would kiss me! i miss the feeling of his lips on mine!” you see him roll his eyes before he lifts you so you’re sat on his lap, and pulls you in for a kiss.

you place your hand on the back of his head, and the other on his naked chest. his hands are situated on the back of your neck and the small of your back. the kiss is extremely passionate, and you have no idea how he isn’t blushing as hard as you are. even as you two make out, he keeps completely cool.

once he pulls back, he looks you in the eyes. you’re both a little out of breath, and he admires the red tint on your face. his eyes practically say i did that.

“are you happy with your long awaited kiss?” he asks sarcastically, smirking.

little does he know.. “ohhhhhh how i wish to kiss my big, strong boyfriend.. oh how i love him so!”

he glares at you, but when he realizes there’s no sign of you giving up, he decides to switch the position you two were in so he was now on top of you. his hands are rested on the mattress at the sides of your head, his hair falling into his face. he keeps eye contact with you, waiting to see if you’ll continue spewing about how you want his love.

just before you’re about to ramble again, he roughly places his lips on yours, grunting in annoyance. his hair tickles your forehead, and you go to scratch the itch, but he pins your hand down on the pillow. he doesn’t stop kissing you until you’re giggling nonstop. he pulls away, now clearly genuinely wanting you to stop. so you do.

“i’m sorry, my love.” you apologize, looking in his beautiful grey eyes.

“it’s fine. just please, never be that annoying about wanting a make out session again.” levi sighs, getting off of you.

“yes, captain levi.” you roll your eyes jokingly, getting off the bed for a drink.

“..save that for another time.”

“levi?!”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #levi x reader #levi fluff

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myladym0rgue · 1 year

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Burn With Me | GHOST AU

Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader

Cardinal Copia x F!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WARNINGS: Religious symbolism, arranged marriage if you squint, allusions to sex, some chapters contain NSFW content but will be stated in warnings of said chapter. VERY slow paced and dialogue heavy.

DISCLAIMER: This loosely follows the lore of Ghost and is mostly just a story using Ghost characters. Characters written in a sexual nature are 18 years old and over. I have no ties to Ghost in any way and am writing this for fun. Enjoy! :)

Chapter Thirteen

Terzo takes his time walking down to the garden, making sure to explain every painting and crack in the linoleum along the floor. “How do you know all this?” You ask, looking up at him as he pushes his semi-long raven hair out of his eyes. “I’ve been roaming these halls since I could crawl, Tesoro. I know every hidden spot there is.” He smiles to himself, remembering back when things were simpler. He approaches the entrance to the garden, and you see Papa Emeritus the Second attending to the marigolds once again. “Still tending to those plants, eh?” Terzo teases him, looking over at you and rolling his eyes while smiling. “What do you want now-” he starts, but cuts himself off, seeing you standing there with Terzo. “Good evening, miss.” His voice softens, and he seems to smile a bit. “Good evening,” you do a little bow, trying to keep it more casual. “Could you head inside, Secondo? My Emprex and I could appreciate some time alone,” Terzo awkwardly asks. “Yeah, yeah.” Secondo places the small trowel in his hands down, pulling his dirty gloves off and placing them down on the vacant table next to you.

The table you and Cardinal would always find yourselves.

The sight of it makes you almost wilt like the flowers around you. Despite his harsh words to you earlier tonight, you still miss him terribly. You miss how it felt to be safe in his arms. How it felt to kiss him. You frown, and have no choice but to shake it out of your mind. “Goodnight, miss,” Secondo lets the words linger purposefully. He bows and heads inside, leaving just you and Terzo under the stars. Terzo, blissfully unaware pulls you from your spiraling train of thought, smoothly speaks, overcoming the faint sound of grasshoppers and other nocturnal creatures rising. “Isn’t it beautiful?” He asks, taking your hands in his. “Yes, I’ve never seen it at night.” You look around, noticing how the accent lights are turned on, softly illuminating the pathway. “You only make it look more beautiful, cara mia.” He pushes a lock of your hair out of your face, and you blush and look down.

“Can I ask you a question?” You quietly ask, glancing up into his eyes. “Of course, anything.” He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, and you notice this is his move to try to calm your anxiety. “Why me?” You bluntly ask, immediately feeling like you’ve overstepped a boundary. “What do you mean?” He wraps his arms around your waist, quickly feeling comfortable with close contact. You let loose, your thoughts spilling out, "I mean- you had Emilie picked for so long, everyone knew. She would attend dinners and was basically being trained to be Emprex like she was already chosen. But, you changed your mind seemingly." You pause only for a moment, asking next with genuine curiosity. "Why is that?” Quickly you continue, feeling embarrassed from rambling you can’t stop from speaking the thoughts that have plagued your mind as well as the rest of the clergy these past 24 hours. “I’m not old enough to make any executive decisions, an Emprex has to be 21. I’m only 18. I serve no purpose to be standing here right now.” You risk a look at his expression, somewhat different from the casual look he holds. Hard. You break the silence between you, wishing he would say something first but instinctively add a small, “I’m sorry.” You look at the ground, feeling almost humiliated. “No need, Tesoro. I understand.” He chimes in softly, his gloved finger hooking under your chin to meet his eyes. Terzo offers a small smile, relaxing you. "Please, allow me to explain." He adds, offering you a seat at the table beside you. You look at the seat for a moment, envisioning Cardinal picking you a flower to tuck behind your ear, genuinely laughing, a sound rarely heard by anyone but you, or anxiously playing with the edge of his glove as you conversed earlier in the day. A small wave of pain rips through you as you remember his cruel outburst, making your throat burn. You push down the feeling, regaining consciousness in the presence of papa, Terzo. He extends his hand, gesturing you to sit in your chair as if somehow he knew it belonged to you. You take your seat and watch as he sits across from you, clearing his throat as he takes your hand once again. "Emilie is a wonderful girl, yes. Probably would’ve served very well as Emprex. But then, I saw you. I saw the way you behaved and interacted with others. And I had at that point thought that Emilie would become my Emprex. But I couldn't get you out of my mind, tesoro." He adds reassuringly before continuing, "there’s something about you I couldn’t shake. Was Sister upset by my decision? Yes. But the feeling I have is way too strong to shake off like it’s nothing. There’s something special about you,” he stares into your eyes, as if he can see into your soul. “Sometimes you have to take risks in order to get what you truly want, yes?” He asks, implying you’ve done something similar. You nod, assuming he’s implying Cardinal. “I know it was wrong, I’m sorry.” You regretfully say, and he shakes his head. “No need to dwell on this subject, yes?” He brushes off his white gloves and stands up. “Shall I see you to your room now?” He holds out his hand, offering to help you up. “Thank you.” You stand up, adjusting your crooked dress to sit correctly on your legs.

You’re both walking to where your new bedroom is located, across the hall from his room. “Welcome home, for now.” He opens the door for you to step in. “Wow, it’s beautiful in here,” you softly say, looking around at all the details. “It is the room Emprexes are kept in since the beginning of the church. You are part of an important tradition!” He says to reassure you, but it only puts you on edge and reminds you of how much pressure is on you now. You hear a soft knock on the doorframe, and you both turn to see Cardinal standing there, slightly hunched over. “Yes?” Terzo flatly says, almost rolling his eyes. “I’m just doing my final rounds for the night, is anything needed, miss?” Terzo turns to you, expecting an answer. You shrug and shake your head, avoiding eye contact. “I think our Emprex would like some towels, Cardinal.” Terzo fake smiles to him, and basically sends him off. “Yes, Papa.” He slightly bows, making his way down the hall defeatedly. Terzo turns back to you. “Towels?” You ask. “I think a warm shower will do you good.” You don’t look at him, suddenly feeling extremely tired. “The showers aren’t open at night,” Terzo smirks at your response, and he shakes his head. “No, Tesoro. You have your own shower now. You can shower whenever you want!” He walks over and opens the door to your left, revealing a large bathroom similar to the one in his room. “I have my own bathroom?” You approach the door, having a quick look in. “All to yourself, fiore mio.” You step back, turning to him. “I guess a shower couldn’t hurt,” you shrug slightly. He nods once, closing the distance between you.“I’ll leave you to it, then.” He lifts his hand to the back of your head, gently tilting it down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes and release the tension you had been holding in your shoulders the entire evening, though opening them as you hear a soft chuckle escape his lips, glancing at your head. “What?” you ask gingerly, not wanting to disrupt the softness of the atmosphere. “It seems I have left a mark.” He moves his hand to your face, attempting to wipe away the small black line he’d left. “I apologize,” He says, letting his hand fall. “It's alright, nothing a shower won't fix, hm?” You reply. Terzo smiles, bowing slightly while his gaze never leaving yours, “Goodnight, tesoro.” You curtsey slightly with a giggle as you add, “Goodnight, Terzo.” He stands upright once more and swiftly makes his way to the door, you following now close behind. You lean against the door frame, watching him open his own door before turning over his shoulder to see you one last time. You lift your hand minimally, waving to him before he closes his door, leaving the only source of light seeping into the hallway from behind you. You reach for the edge of the door, stepping back into your room without a thought.

Just as you push the door into the latch, you are pushed back met face to face with Cardinal, his eyes already pleading your forgiveness. “What are you doing?” You ask a little too loud, and he shushes you and puts his hand over your mouth, pushing you further into the room. You rip his hand away, gawking in disbelief. “Stop it! What is your problem?” Cardinal places the fresh white towel down on the table against the wall. “I’m sorry for the way I acted earlier-” he starts to ramble, and you cut him off. “Cardinal, I don’t want to hear this right now.” His confident and adrenaline rushed demeanor soon fades, and his posture noticeably shifts. “Do you realize how dangerous this is?” you start quietly, though the volume of your voice only rises with anger. “We can both be exiled, you know this!” He motions for you to quiet down, and you cross your arms. “I know- I just- I can’t have you going to sleep thinking I’m upset with you I-” You scoff at his reasoning, almost laughing. “Oh so you just assumed that’s what I am thinking about right now?” He steps back slightly at this sudden attitude from you, almost stunned. “This is not appropriate, Cardinal. Please leave,” you point towards the door, slightly turning your head away to avoid eye contact with him. “But, my love, I-” he stutters. “You heard her.” The bass of Terzo’s voice rings through your chest, leaving you frozen while Cardinal backs away from you in a panic. “Papa, I- I’m sorry-” “She is our new Emprex, yes? Who are you to go against her wishes like that?” Terzo slowly steps into the room emerging from the shadow, hands interlocked behind his back. “I’m sure Sister wouldn’t be happy to hear you went against orders, now would she?” He starts walking towards Cardinal, you too stunned to do anything but look on. Terzo’s mere presence pushes Cardinal to stumble out of his way, allowing him to step beside you with ease. “I’m sorry, Papa. I don’t want any trouble. I’ll be on my way out.” He quickly leaves out the door and paces down the hall, and he’s gone as quickly as he arrived. “I’m sorry Terzo, I didn’t know he would do that.” You start to tremble as you wrap your arms around yourself, terrified that Cardinal just sealed your fate. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, dismissing your statement completely. “No, he didn’t.” You look up at him, scared of what he will do next. “Good.” He pulls his arms out from behind his back, adjusting his pristine white gloves he seemingly didn’t have a chance to take off. “You should get some rest.” He says, barely looking your way. You sheepishly nod, feeling defeated. He slowly walks towards the door, before stopping in the doorway. “Goodnight.” He says quickly before stepping into the hallway, closing the door behind him gently. You exhale the breath you were unknowingly holding, quickly trying to shake off the slight tremble of your hands. You reach down, picking up the white towel before heading into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

Author’s Note: ok i’m so sorry this chapter took FOREVER but i got MAJOR writers block and was struggling to finish it but my gf @tobussyfork helped me write this chapter so thanks ily. also we were gonna leave out this one part that involves a pregnancy bc i know they’re not popular but like ugh the baby is important to the plot it has literally nothing to do with the pregnancy and will barely be brought up. idk i don’t want y’all to hate me so i cut it out when i started putting this out for people to read.

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#cardinal copia #ghost the band #papa emeritus #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus lll #terzo emeritus #the band ghost #ghost #terzo #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #sister imperator #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #terzo x reader

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esotl · 1 year

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Performance - Act 6 (Part 17)

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Wataru, Mitsuru

Translation Directory

"It's alright! Don't worry, we'll definitely lead you to a happy ending!"

Time: During Act 5 of the Performance

Location: Concert Hall (Theatre)

Wataru: "Just what was that...?"

"In the end, that person who called herself Romeo, who's beauty outshone even the stars in the sky..."

"Was chased off by countless guards and agitated people running riot."

"I hope she's alright... Aah, my soul was crucified the moment I saw her."

"If this is a sin, I'll resign myself to it with open arms."

"Is this love? Is this the feeling that Mother and Nurse praised as precious and rare?"

"And yet, Romeo-sama! Why must you be a girl?"

"If it isn't our destiny to be together in this fleeting world, why is it that we met?"

"If being together, being married, is all that makes a woman happy..."

"Why doesn't the law, why doesn't God in heaven, affirm my union with her?"

"............"

Mitsuru: "...Gh~, snore♪"

"Zzz, zzz...♪"

Wataru: "...Who's this now?"

"Ah. Hello, could it be that you got your sleeping quarters mixed around?"

"Where did you come from? Hello, hello?"

Mitsuru: "Mm~ munyu..."

"Huh? Where is this?"

Wataru: "This is the castle of the esteemed Capulets, and that is the nook holding the pitiable Juliet's birdcage."

"Are you, aah... one of the servants children, I wonder?"

Mitsuru: "Huh? Juliet-nee-chan...?"

Wataru: "You know me?"

Mitsuru: "Huh huh? You can see me?"

Wataru: "If my eyes are certain, yes, I can see you. If you're implying most people can't, are you a fairy of some sort?"

Mitsuru: "Nee-chan, are you crying? There there, please cheer up♪"

Wataru: "Woah... Don't pet me, isn't it rude to do that to a lady?"

Mitsuru: "It's alright! Don't worry, we'll definitely lead you to a happy ending!"

Wataru: "? We aren't on the same page at all, are you half asleep? What a strange child!"

Mitsuru: "Ahem, I hear that a lot!"

"More importantly, have you seen another kid dressed like me somewhere?"

"I'm having trouble 'cause I got separated from him!"

"I took advantage of the fact that no-one can see me to secretly swipe some food to eat from the ball..."

"But I can't remember anything after carelessly tasting some alcohol~?"

"Looks like I got tired after taking a walk to sober up, and ended up falling asleep here?"

Wataru: "Well... Children shouldn't be having alcohol."

Mitsuru: "Ahaha! Aren't you a child too? You're thirteen, right?"

Wataru: "...Someone dressed like you, you said? I believe I saw someone like that with Romeo-sama?"

"Though, perhaps due to Romeo-sama being so dazzling, the impression he left on me is oddly weak."

Mitsuru: "Ah, he was with Romeo-nee-chan?"

"Sounds like he's doing his best to get the story back on track, I gotta go help him too!"

Wataru: "Story? Back on track? What do you mean?"

Mitsuru: "Hm? The story of how Romeo and Juliet meet, fall in love, but can't be together and end up dying! I feel so bad for them!"

Wataru: "Dying...?"

Mitsuru: "Right, I think it was that, because there's no way to be together in this world, they drink poison and die so they can at least be together forever in the afterlife?"

"It's so foolish! I don't know if there's an afterlife, but isn't it better to live, no matter what form that takes?"

Wataru: "...Yes. That's right, I completely agree!"

"You, Fairy-san? The things you just said, do you swear on God that they're true?"

Mitsuru: "I'm not a fairy, I'm a member of the Chorus!"

"I don't know much about the actual God, but if it's about the God of this story, that'd be the author who gave me life!"

"God, the author, isn't satisfied with Romeo and Juliet's tragic end..."

"So they adapted the story to try and reach a happy ending one way or another."

"To do that, they cast a "reversi" spell on this world."

"A lot of time has passed since the original author, Shakespeare, spun the story, and different people have tried to revise it."

"It seems like they wove in that kind of setup in an attempt to "reverse" the sorrowful conclusion?"

"But they don't have enough talent for that, so it's ended up looking pretty half-baked."

"My partner, another member of the Chorus, was saying something like that."

"Ehehe, I don't really get complicated things♪"

[Chapter 9 • Directory • Act 7]

#enstars translation #ensemble stars #wataru hibiki #mitsuru tenma #enstars #ensemble stars translation #performance! the tragicomedy of romeo and juliet #(apologies for the delay on this one - having a bit of a Brain Moment)

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