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harlowcomehome · 5 months

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Decisions, decisions:

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The week you had with Jack had flown by so quickly, the both of you weren’t ready for it to be over just yet.

It was your last night together before you flew back to Atlanta and you had noticed something was off with Jack.

He had been acting strange all day, you assumed it was because you’d be leaving again but you still wanted to make sure things were okay between you two before your dinner reservations.

“Jack, baby? What’s going on?” You placed your hand on the small of his back. He jumped slightly, unaware of your closeness to him as he folded his clothes, stuffing them into his suitcase.

“Mmm, fine” he mumbled, giving you a weak smile.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you honey but we’ve been together for far too long now for you to lie to me. I know somethings wrong” You wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head into his back. You felt him sigh, letting him go so you could both sit on the bed beside each other.

“That's kind of what I wanted to talk about” he avoided your eye contact before continuing. “We’ve been together for a long time and I just feel like you’re still apprehensive.”

“Apprehensive?” You hadn’t the slightest clue where this was coming from. The past week had been fine, and you had no indication that he felt differently.

“I gave you a promise ring, and you still won’t come work for my team. I just don’t get it” his tone was heightened, he was growing emotional and it showed.

You immediately felt an ache in your stomach.

“Is that why you gave it to me?”

“No! Why would you think that?” His eyes were full of hurt, he was shocked you’d even suggest that.

Your mind wandered as you felt like the night was officially ruined. Jack felt it too, panicking and wanting to fix things. He turned to you, his eyes fixated on your pouting lips.

“Baby, I got you that promise ring as a sign of my love. I don’t get to love you out loud like I want to, so I wanted to show you somehow.”

The two of you had many conversations about going public with your relationship and although you were both ready and willing, his label didn’t think it was a good idea.

Something Jack had consistently been fighting behind the scenes.

“Of course, I’d love it if you came and worked with my team but I don’t want to force you to choose me either.”

“Do you feel like I’m not choosing you?”

“I didn’t say that” his face was growing flush, he never dealt with confrontation well and the last thing he wanted to do was argue.

“You know I’d shout it from the rooftops if I could too, you know that right? And, the plan was always to leave my job, the timing just wasn’t right yet.”

Jack shrugged, he definitely didn’t feel the love right now.

A knock on the hotel room door made the both of you freeze for a moment, Jack looked out the peephole and noticed it was Neelam and Urban, and opened the door.

“Alright love birds! Who’s ready for dinner?” Neelam looked Jack up and down realizing he hadn’t finished getting ready just yet.

Urban knew immediately that something wasn’t right, urging Neelam to go to the car and wait for you two.

You smiled, a silent “thank you.”

When Jack was finished getting dressed, he didn’t say a word to you. It wasn’t until the hotel room door slammed shut that you realized just how upset he really was.

“Babe” you whispered, trying to get his attention discreetly as you followed as quickly as possible, his long legs making wider strides than you.

“NDA remember?” He was being petty, and you knew it. You both had never cared about that, it was a small business detail in the grand scheme of things.

“How did we get here? Why are we fighting about this?” You half whispered and half yelled knowing he heard you but ignored you anyway.

When the two of you got into the car, you barely spoke, your legs usually touched, your hands, something usually did, but not this time.

Jack's chest felt tight, a panic attack near. Having to put his career first was always an easy choice until you came along.

“Babe” you scooted closer, whispering in his ear.

“Mmm, not now.” He had a lump in his throat that made him want to gag.

“Are we almost there?” He managed to speak up, his tone breathy.

“Two minutes” Neelam nodded before going back to her phone.

When you got to the restaurant,everyone was eager to get out of the car. You stopped Jack, slamming the door shut before he could get out of the vehicle.

“Babe, I love you. I need you to know that. You know that right?” You grabbed his hand.

He watched as Neelam and Urban walked inside the empty restaurant.

“I just hate this sometimes. I feel like I have to live a double life” You rarely saw this side of him, he consistently made a conscious effort to keep it together.

You sat back, thinking of a solution as the man you love was clearly distraught before you.

“Jackman, do you trust me?”

“With everything” he spoke softly, realizing you had a plan.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You smirked knowing he was catching on.

“So technically my NDA states that I can’t tell anyone the nature or details of our relationship right?”

“Right?” He was still confused but followed your lead.

“It says nothing about paparazzi catching us kissing outside this restaurant” You had said it so fast your words ran together.

Jack's eyes opened wide, the panic immediately settling in.

“You’d do that? But wouldn’t that change everything? I don’t want you to feel forced to do that. I don’t want the fans to be rude to you, and I don’t-“

You interrupted his rapid thinking, “I’m sure. I’ve thought about it all, I know this changes everything.”

“I can ask Layla to call and give an anonymous tip that we are here when we are almost done with dinner if this is what you want.”

Jack nodded eagerly, he was ready to get this out into the world, leaning in to kiss you with excitement.

“Are you sure? We can’t reverse this. Once it’s out there, it’s out.”

“I’ve never been more sure” you nodded, leaning in to kiss him again.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #Jack Harlow fanfic

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Please may I request reader needing a live model for her art class, so obviously she chooses camp!Eddie

Honestly, you weren’t really sure why you took the class. You needed an elective, something that aided your creativity rather than hindered it. But the classrooms were busy, filled with students and you could always hear a pin drop in the nervous silence.

So when your professor offhandedly told everyone they could turn in a subject that was drawn outside of the studio, well, you jumped at.

And that’s why you were handing Eddie a beer, smiling at him, the picture of innocence. The boy was begrudging to say the least, pink cheeked and wide eyed when you’d asked. In fact, he’d almost said no, before the realisation hit him that you’d need another naked body, if he didn’t grant you his.

And maybe Eddie Munson was a little possessive, protective, when it came to you.

“You don’t gotta go look for somebody to strip when you’ve got me, sweetheart.”

You let him drink his beer as you set up, your small apartment bathed in the setting sun. Everywhere was shades of rose, cotton candy pink, peach and sherbet orange. It turned the boy golden as he sat on your sofa for you, silver rings catching fire in the rays. And when he drained the last of his drink, he sat the bottle on the floor and looked at you, a twitch of a smile on his lips.

“Ready?” You asked.

“How’d you want me?” He replied, and well, it was a question that made you burn.

You were acquainted with Eddie’s naked body by now, but the sex was still new and he was usually stripped by your greedy hands in the dark, shades of silver and blue in the moonlight. This, this was different. The sun, although lower in the sky than before, was still pouring in from your large windows and when you told Eddie how you wanted him, he shed his clothes and turned bronze.

Pale skin now sunkissed, tattoos softer looking in the warm glow. His eyes turned honey, lips pink and hair catching the light, twists of lighter brown and an almost auburn sheen to it.

“Keep your rings on,” you managed to whisper when he went to remove them, his shirt on the floor, jeans unbuttoned, feet bare on your floorboards.

“But everything else comes off?” Eddie chuckled, enjoying the way you squirmed more than he should’ve. “Could do with evening the playing field here, sweetheart, you got a man feeling a little vulnerable.”

“S’just me, babe, s’okay.”

You smiled, soft, watching the way he pulled off his jeans anyway, boxers following. He sat the way you asked him too, back against the arm of the couch, the leg closest to you bent at the knee to cover his crotch.

“Turn a little to me,” you directed, your pencil already in hand. “Tilt your chin down and just— just part your lips a little. Like you wanna—”

“Kiss you?” Eddie surmised, grinning.

You squirmed again.

You knew then and there, this project wasn’t going to be finished that night. But you tried regardless, humming along to one of the records Eddie had put on, something that was yours and definitely not his, ‘cause it was softer, sweeter than his usual taste.

Every now and then, as your gaze flicked over Eddie’s body, all lean muscle and long limbs, your eyes caught his and he smirked, shyness gone as your eyes became more glazed, your appearance clearly flustered.

He looked smug. Cheeky with it, a large, wide hand wrapped around his shin as he posed, his fingers flexing against his skin every time he heard your breath hitch a little louder than before.

After twenty minutes of silence, Eddie spoke, his voice a smoky rumble over the soft guitar from your record player. “S’it lookin’ good?”

You hummed, not nearly done but you’d mapped out a rough outline of his tall frame, the bend of one leg, the stretch of the other. Muscles wrapped around each limb, the soft curve of his stomach smattered in a rough shading of hair.

“You always look good, Teddy.”

The boy preened, flushed cheeks rosier than ever in the sunlight. He was all gold, a marble statue at dusk. “Yeah?” His voice sounded breathier. “Come show me?”

How could you say no?

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gingiesworld · 9 months

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Drunken Confessions

Requested : I was thinking about yn, they are bucky's sibling, they are a super soldier too, and they were very serious, doesn't smile and that thing, so when there was a party, Thor decided to give them some of his famous licour wanting to have some emotions from them. When they drink some, they noticed they were feeling different, without problems and everything, so the avengers decided to watch them to see what will happen. Yn wanted to dance with (Nat or Wanda, don't care, you can choose) but they were dancing, yn didn't know they were dancing with their crush. And they told her about it. When they finished, they decided to sleep and when they woke up next morning, they didn't remember anything about last night so they were confused when their friends were laughing when they asked yn about what happened at night.

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Barnes Reader

Warnings : Alcohol use. Thor's famous spirit ;) Fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes twin was also taken by Hydra on a mission during WW2. Of course Bucky only found out during his own battle alongside Steve. Neither of them were able to find them, not until years later. The sixth cryo chamber in Siberia, hidden beneath the death squad that Hydra had created and Zemo had killed.

"Come on Y/N, this will be fun." Bucky patted their back as they walked through the halls of the compound.

"I miss being a ruthless killer sometimes." They mumbled as Bucky laughed. "I hate these kinds of things. I always have. You know this." They pointed their finger at him as he just smirked.

"Besides, Wanda will be there." He teased them as they mumbled a quick shut up before they disappeared to the bar. Getting a glass on old Glennfiddich, their fathers favourite whiskey, one they used to steal on multiple occasions.

"Why are they over there?" Thor questioned as everyone gathered around to watch as Y/N ordered shot after shot.

"They have never been a party person, even before the war." Bucky admitted.

"I have an idea." Thor beamed as he waved his flask.

"This could be fun." Tony smirked as the others nodded as Thor headed over to Y/N, taking a seat beside them.

"How are you settling in Y/N?" He questioned as Y/N nodded.

"Good I guess, although it has been a few months since I have been here." They replied as Thor nodded

"Well I have been off world quite a lot." He told them. "I did bring back some 1000 year old ale with me. Much stronger than that of your mortals."

"Well, give me some." They held their empty glass out to him, watching him as he poured a small amount. "Come on now, more." Thor nodded as he almost filled the glass, smirking as Y/N downed it in one.

"How was it?" He asked them as they hissed.

"Good. Definitely has a bite to it." They told him as their eyes landed on Wanda talking with the girls.

"You like her." Thor stated as Y/N looked at him confused. "You look at her the way I look at Jane."

"Yeah, but she wouldn't ever go for me." Y/N shrugged, turning back and asking the bartender for a refill.

"You won't know unless you try." He nudged them as they finished their drink. Starting to feel the affects of the Asgardian Ale. "Ask her to dance."

"I don't know how to dance to this music." Y/N told him. "I am from the 40's after all."

"Just ask her." With that, Thor left to whisper something in Bucky's ear. As soon as The Mills Brothers came through the speakers, Y/N stood up smiling as they decided to approach Wanda. Dragging her away as the girls laughed.

"What are we doing?" Wanda laughed as Y/N started to dance with her.

"Dancing. I wanted to dance and you seem like a good dance partner." They told her as they moved to the beat.

"I can't dance Y/N." Wanda laughed as they dipped her.

"I just need to make her jealous." They whispered in her ear as Wanda smirked, smelling the ale on their breath.

"Who?" She questioned as Y/N looked at her.

"Wanda." They told her, Wanda held back a blush as they danced. "I think she got the message."

"What?" Wanda questioned as Y/N looked around.

"She's gone." They slurred as they turned to face her. Their eyes widening as they realised in their drunken stupor. "Did I tell you?" They questioned as Wanda nodded with a smirk.

"You wanted to make me jealous by dancing with me." She summed up as they stumbled back.

"I uh. I need to." They ran out of the room as everyone laughed. Bucky recording the whole thing.

The next morning rolled around with Y/N groaning as they entered the kitchen to a bunch of smirking Avengers.

"I am going to kill Thor." They mumbled when they approached the coffee. "There's no coffee. Why is the coffee always the first to go." They murmured as everyone watched them with amusing smirks. "What happened last night?" Y/N asked as they had finally made a fresh pot.

"You do realise that is a bowl?" Nat teased them.

"Yes Natasha. I do." They told her. "A single cup just isn't big enough for me right now. Be thankful it isn't the pan that Wanda cooks her favourite Paprikash in."

"You wanted to make me jealous by dancing with me." They heard Wanda's voice through a speaker.

"Please tell me that was a dream." They placed their head down on the cool surface of the counter. "I thought it was a dream."

"Nope. It was very entertaining." Bucky teased them as Wanda approached them, lifting their head up.

"It could have worked if their was another me." She kissed their cheek before she walked away. Leaving Y/N a blushing mess.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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sunandsstars · 1 year

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PERFECT

Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: When a slight mishap separated them apart, they find the time to see each other, even in the form of a secret. Warnings: Mentions of Na’vi/Alien racism, Brief mention of mating, Brief anxiety Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This is part 2 of ‘just the start’!

Her parents where not pleased. Neither was ___. How could her own brother snitch on her? To her parents?? To her mother??!!

She hates the sky people, rightfully, but she also hates the fact the Sully’s have demon blood. Just because some of them have five fingers does not make them any different, she is royally pissed at her Tsahìk. Although the extra finger is strange, Lo’ak says it is called a..’pinky’

That is besides the point.

She is banned from ilu riding for a week. And swimming. ‘I am a Metkayina, a Na’vi of the reef and she says I cannot swim?! That is like taking a fish out of water’. Currently ___ was sat wallowing in self pity, but she does not regret what she did that day. Meeting Lo’ak and going to the cove…

She blushed at the thought, they were so close together, and when he tucked the flower in her hair. She squealed and kicked her feet into the air, falling on her back. But as she did her brother came into their home. Turning around she chooses to ignore him.

Again.

‘’Please ___. You know I did not mean to tell them’’

‘’You did’’

‘’Ok I did. But I had too, you two were too close, the look in your eyes..WERE YOU ABOUT TO MATE?’’

‘’AO’NUNG’’ ___ threw a basket at his head but unfortunately Eywa was not on his side as he caught it with ease. ‘’I hate you for telling them. You know what they think of these people, especially mother’’

‘’I apologise again little sister. But I was looking out for you..it’s just.. seeing you both together, I hated it. If he ever hurt you I will hunt him down I hope you know that’’ her brother looked her in the eyes with a look so serious she couldn’t help but nod, but she saw vulnerability in those blue orbs. It was something she rarely saw. So ___ stood up and walked up to him, holding his hands.

‘’Brother I understand. I see you. But I like Lo’ak. He is different, I know you and your friends have been hard on him and Kiri, please, you must stop. For the sake of peace and for me’’ she squeezed his hands, speaking quietly but firm, she had to get the message through that she was serious.

‘’Ok. For you I will…and also for Rotxo, have you seen the way he looks at the Omaticaya girl?’’ He grinned, ___ chucked loudly and gave Ao’nung a hug before he was called out by one of his friends who wanted to go hunt outside the reef.

___ wished him the best and made a silent prayer to Eywa to keep them safe, the outside hasn’t been safe as of late.

So there she sat, alone and bored again. She only had three more days of this but to her it’s forever, there’s only so much she could do in there marui. She’s already sang her song cord over a hundred times, she’s made five more chest pieces for herself and braided and re-braided the top of her hair, it is important for her people to keep the hair out of their eyes when swimming. But she has added beautiful shells and pearls to the braids, and made sure they were weaved into the locks that flowed down her back.

Suddenly a ‘’psst’’ could be heard from the entrance, at first she thought it was the wind but when it was persistent and annoying she swivelled her head around and found Tuk with her head peaking around the corner. ‘’___ I have a message from Lo’ak!!’’ She waisted no time.

‘’Tuk? What is it?’’ The Metkayina was eager to hear what she had to say, she knew the boy was ‘grounded’ (Earth term he says) too by his father. Apparently Jake said ‘’no girls until you’re old and mature. You cant even look after your sister let alone a woman’’ it definitely bruised his ego.

‘’Lo’ak says to meet him at the far end of the beach at eclipse tonight’’ the child whisper yelled and ran off before she was spotted or heard by anyone nearby, all she could hear was the bouncing of the walkways as she went.

‘Sneak out..and meet him? At eclipse?’ ___ was contemplating, she has never snuck out before, never really having the need to and growing up it is tradition for children and parents to sleep together before they become adults. So it would have definitely been hard. But she would do it, it has felt like years have passed before she has seen them.

So there she sat making a plan in her head while going through the many outfits she has made for the past two days while thinking about how she was going to sneak herself out of their marui.

It was just past eclipse and the Metkayina decide to rest for tomorrow, the children are put to sleep and her parents just got into their hammock for the night. Her sister and brother where snoozing in their own and ___ thinks it’s the perfect time to leave. She quietly steps out of her sleeping space and throws on her nicest chest piece and tweng then slowly walked out and through the walkways until she came across the far beach, like Tuk said.

But no one was there.

She decided to sit by the water and admire the view of her home while waiting for her companion. But as the minutes ticked by no one came to meet her. Was she in the wrong place? Did Tuk give her the right information or did she just not hear her correctly?

Her ears turned down slowly as more time went by, she felt silly. She felt dejected. Why isn’t he here, was this a prank? Maybe they were just not meant to be after all. She even got her best outfit on for nothing. Her eyes watered as terrible thoughts filled her head.

But leaves rustling caught her attention and a certain Na’vi jumped out and panted, having ran a little over here ‘’I am sorry, Tuk was hard to put to sleep and mother was getting- ___? Are you ok?’’ He immediately walked over to where she was stood and wiped her eyes with his thumb ‘’why are you crying paysyul?’’

Her heart beat at the nickname, water lily, ‘’I thought you’d never come..’’ she sniffed, holding his hands that were cupping her face and looking up at him with wide eyes.

His breath hitched, in this light, with the glow of the island, it looked like the time they were swimming to the cave. Where the bioluminescence of the plants and creatures made her look like a dream. The way the pearls shon in her hair was alien, a good alien, Norm said it was extraterritorial or whatever the word was. Lo’ak didn’t care to listen. But she looked kissable… ‘later Lo’ak, later’

‘’I would never, ever, do that to you’’ he bent to place his forehead on hers and breathed in, trying to gain his confidence ‘’I wish to take you flying’’

___ blinked and pulled back a little, trying to not notice the slight hurt in his eyes as she did ‘’flying? But I am Metkayina, we do not fly’’

‘’And I am Omaticaya, we do not swim’’ ok valid point. But she has never flown before, shes only been on her father tsurak a few times with him growing up and even end the creature doesn’t go high enough to fly like a banshee. But she trusted Lo’ak, a lot. So she moved her hands down to his arms and squeezed them.

‘’Ok, let us fly..’’ he grinned and interlaced their fingers, pulling her nervous figure along the sand and doing a call with his mouth. It was bird like, and slightly higher pitched than his normal voice. The trees in the forest moved and out flew from the top was a beautiful, blue ikran. The iridescent skin glowed a purple and white, the freckles on its skin running down the nerve system in intricate patterns. It flew around the waters and landed on the sand, it looked a lot more intimidating from up close..

‘’Are you sure it wont hurt us…’’

‘’My ikran wont hurt anyone I do not want them too, have faith in me paysyul’’ and he dragged her closer, patting the ikran’s head and jumping up on their back, connecting the bond. He held out his hand and smiled, encouraging her to get on. She slowly took it and leaped to sit behind him, her feet resting on the creatures back. ‘’Make sure to hold on, we don’t want you to fall off’’ he turned and winked commanding the banshee to fly, making sure it was a quite as possible as to not disturb the clan. If they were in the mountains they could’ve had a bit more freedom…oh well this’ll do for now.

___ clung to his back and inhaled sharply as she felt the wind pick up ‘’just a make sure we will be above the water’’ Lo’ak made a noise of amusement and reached around to stroke her leg, coaxing her into calmness.

‘’open your eyes, you are missing the best view ever!’’

And then she did, and gasped at the view that surrounded her. Sure her home looked beautiful in the sea, above the sea, around the sea…you get the idea. But when they were way above, in the sky, it was perfect. The wind rushed through her hair as she laughed, slightly making her grip looser on the boy ‘’this is gorgeous Lo’ak’’ she turned to look all around her, taking in the sights.

‘’Yea it is..’’ he stared at her then turned to face around, speeding them up a little and going past the three brothers, taking them closer to the water and tipping his ikran, the wing skimming the sea and creating a blue path where it glided.

___ outstretched her arm and did the same, squealing as they rolled upside down. Her eyes adjusted after the tumble and she looked down, seeing a familiar tree. ‘’We are at the spirit tree?’’

‘’Yes, I thought it would look good from up here. But not as good as the one in the forest’’ he grinned in jest and ___ only rolled her eyes.

‘’You must take me there on day, to her home’’ Lo’ak promised and flew his ikran to land in the water, unlinking the bond and grabbing his partners hips to pull her down. There they floated above the metkayina’s tree of souls, as if anything can be more romantic. ‘’Lo’ak..thank you for tonight’’ ___ grinned and blinked shyly ‘’..my tsawksyul’’

Lo’ak flushed, sun lily. If she was his water lily then he was her sun. She then said it was because of his eyes and how they glowed the perfect shade of yellow. Can she get anymore perfect..

He made an impulsive decision and her family and his dad were gonna kill him.

He kissed her.

Holding her soft cheeks and tilting his head slightly, their lips connected and it was like everything fell into perfect alignment. She was his everything and he hers. They could only imagine their life together for the future.

And it seemed perfect.

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yandereocs · 11 months

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*Slides in like a greased up otter*

Yan harem with a darling who favors one of them over the others. Like darling ditching (character) to hang with (favorite).

If you want a specific fav character i’m saying karro bc i’m very biased but it can be ambiguous or you can choose ~~

* GREASED OTTER??

* BUT ANYWAY THIS REQUEST IS SLAYTASTIC LET'S GO

Yandere Harem with a Darling who has a favorite

Chaos. Chaos. Chaos.

You can't ever get a moment's peace in this god forsaken house, mansion, THING. The details don't matter. It's hard to focus when there's SIXTEEN PEOPLE fighting for your attention. All of them insane in their own ways.

Some are more bearable than others. Zack and Obedient are nice enough, not touching you without your consent, although their words are a bit much.

Andras is surprisingly not at all bad, despite being a literal demon. Andrew seems to be the most lucid of the harem, not that it makes him stop.

Forgotten, Husk and Logan are pretty safe. Quiet and keeps their touches to a minimum. But you always feel their eyes on you no matter where you are.

Strawberry Boy and Lucky are difficult. They could be worse, but they are definitely could be nicer. Lucky's harsh words and Strawberry's uncomfortable worshipping of you is a lot to handle. The Twins are in a similar boat, always tugging and biting you but can be sweet enough when the time calls for it.

But then it just gets worse. Royalty and Villain can't get along at all and they're so AGGRESSIVE. Both of them constantly fighting over who gets you for the day, marking your skin with bruises and love bites constantly.

Although the worst was BY FAR Elijah. Everything about him was terrible. His non-existent morals, his manipulation and his horrible touches. You can handle a demon and a literal super villain, but not Elijah.

His sister was just as bad, having learned her ways of love from her brother. So it's like two Elijahs constantly having their hands on you.

Today was no different. Another day with all these unhinged people fighting for you.

Elijah sank his claws into you and was tugging you, with the help of his sister while Zack tried to pull you away from him with a snarl.

"Let go, Elijah!! I don't want my darling near YOU!"

The wolf hybrid rarely got aggressive, but Elijah just irked him beyond belief, for good reason.

"They're OUR darling, dumbass!"

Bonnie snapped back at him, still helping her brother in trying to take you away. You felt like you were being torn apart. You probably would have if Villain's tentacles didn't wrap around you and pulled you away from the three hybrids.

"You three get on my nerves."

The villain growled and began dragging you away while you squirmed in her grasp. It didn't take long for Husk to snatch you up and silently walk away with you in his arms while Villain angrily snapped at him.

It was a lot of this back and forth, one of them taking you before another immediately grabs you. It was exhausting and hearing their bickering was too much.

"I need to go to the restroom!"

You said abruptly, shoving yourself out of the Twins' arms and speedwalking to the nearest restroom and slamming the door before any of them could follow. You could hear them all shuffling and arguing behind the door. You slid down on the wall, letting out a sigh as you finally got a moment of brief peace.

"Hey."

You yelped in surprise when you heard the familiar soft, monotone voice of Karro. You turned your head and saw the blood-drinking monster sitting in the bathtub, looking at you with his half lidded eye.

Karro has always been your favorite. He's pretty relaxed and he hasn't hurt you since you normally don't fight against him.

"Hey."

You whispered back. You glanced at the closed bathroom door, seeing the shadows of your other 'lovers' under the crack of it. You didn't want to go back to them. So you turned your attention back to Karro and crawled across the cold tile floor, sitting in front of the bathtub.

Karro blinked slowly as he watched you approach. Silently, he pressed himself up further in the tub and patted the spot in front of him. He didn't take up much space, so there was plenty of room for you. You obeyed his silent command and crawled into the tub, sitting in front of him. And now you two were in silence as you stared at each other.

"They are quite the rowdy bunch."

Karro suddenly commented, glancing at the door before looking at you again.

"Yeah. I needed a break."

You said softly, shuffling in the tub. It was uncomfortable and cold, but it was better than being out THERE.

"You're always welcome to have a break with me."

Karro tilted his head, his magic scarf reaching over and wrapping around your body, pulling you closer to him. You yelped at the sudden movement. Karro was never this touchy. But you haven't been able to talk to him in a while. Maybe he was jealous. Who am I kidding, of course he is.

"Thanks."

Karro didn't offer much body heat. Not that he was even actually touching you. But you were practically pressed up to him and yet there was no warmth coming off him. It made sense. His skin was pale and an off-color and he did wear heavy clothes. Aren't vampires super cold? Not that he is a vampire, but it's close enough.

"Is this fine?"

It's almost scary how well Karro can read your thoughts. He seems to always know what's on your mind. You blinked at the humanoid monster and nodded.

"Mhm."

The two of you sat in silence, but it was a comfortable one. It's how most of your time with Karro was spent. That's probably why you like him so much. But of course, the silence had to be disturbed.

"Hey! Are you done in there?!"

Bonnie was never fond of you leaving her sight for too long. After her shout, there was heavy pounding at the door like someone was furiously hitting it with their fists. You looked at the door, startled.

"G-Give me a minute!"

You stammered, looking at Karro again. You would much rather be with him then with the lot of them. You figured he felt the same, considering how his scarf tightened around you. Things settled for a moment before the racket started again.

"It's been a minute!"

One of the Twins jeered before a heavy slam hit the door. Maniac was trying to break into the bathroom.

"I can slip you out."

You shuddered at the sudden feeling of Karro's warm breath on your ear, his voice more hushed than normal. You looked at him, eyes slightly widened before you nodded.

Karro stared at you before turning his attention back to the bathrooms door that was dangerously close to breaking. His scarf tightened around you once again and the air grew cold, his gaze dark.

After a moment, the noise stopped.

"What did you do?"

You whispered, your body shivering from how cold the air was now.

"Not important."

Karro was always vague. He stood up and used his magic scarves to drag you out of the tub, the fabric being surprisingly strong. Once you were back on your feet, he led you out of the bathroom.

The rest of your little 'harem' were still standing around the bathroom, but they didn't seem...present. Their eyes were hazy and their bodies slumped over, most of them gripping their heads and groaning in pain. Karro paid no mind to their obvious suffering and continued walking through the house, expecting you to follow.

Which you did. You were close behind him, shuddering as you walked past the hunched over bodies of everyone else. You started to piece together what Karro did. His magic. His weird...illusion magic. He's never once used it on you, but he's threatened to use it on the others before.

You never thought he would actually do it, though.

Karro continues to lead the way to the attic, his favorite spot in the ridiculously large house. Once you two were safe from everyone else, the air returned to it's normal state, no longer freezing. Karro must have stopped using his magic.

"Does it hurt them?"

You didn't really expect an answer, but you asked anyway as you crawled into the bed that's hidden away in the corner with Karro. The humanoid monster stared at you before making a vague motion to his skull.

"Their head."

It was all he said, and you figured that was the best you were going to get. You simply nodded, not pushing the topic before laying on the bed, letting out a huge sigh of relief. It wouldn't be long till the others recover and look for you, but it was nice to enjoy this moment of peace.

Karro was staring at you with his usual unreadable expression as you laid next to him. He didn't exactly join you, opting to just sit as you laid. But you didn't mind.

"I love you."

The words caught you by surprise and you looked at Karro, your eyes wide and blank as you processed what he said.

"Huh."

He's never said those words before. Although the words are normally so sweet, they sounded awkward coming from Karro's monotone voice.

"You heard me."

He clearly didn't want to repeat himself. He stared at you expectantly. Karro was one of the more lucid ones, fully aware of what he did and how unhealthy it is. But he doesn't exactly care. He's aware it's a bit of a long shot to expect an answer but he stares at you anyway.

"Oh. I, uh. I love you too..?"

It's the first time you've returned the words to one of these maniacs. Sure, the others tell you they love you all the time, but this felt different. It felt a bit...eugh...to return the affections of one of your captors, but Karro was nice to you! Call it Stockholm Syndrome, I suppose.

If Karro was pleased with your answer, he didn't show it. Like always. He stared at you blankly some more before suddenly bonking your forehead with his in a gentle manner. You let out a semi-awkward laugh, not sure how to react to the strange action.

"Haha, what was that..?"

You snickered, looking at Karro with mild confusion.

"I can't kiss you."

Was all he said. It took you a moment to piece together how that was at all relevant before it clicked. He can't kiss you so he bonked your head as a sigh of affection. Like a cat. You let out another soft laugh, less awkward than the first.

"Ah, I see. Well, uh...thank you?"

You laughed again. Karro blinked at you slowly before nodding. His magic scarf wrapped around your body again as you laid on the bed. Even after his confession, he still didn't lay next to you.

But that was fine. You two stayed up in the attic on the little bed in the corner, enjoying the comfortable silence before the usual racket started.

It was nice.

#Yandere Harem #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere boy #yandere girl #yandere imagines #* I hope this whole thing is cohesive enough #* This was really fun to write HAHA

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floraphoenix · 10 months

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Ominis Gaunt the Humble and Very Modest (Ominis X Reader)

This fic was originally uploaded to AO3, but I thought I might as well throw it on here too.

Warnings: smut, characters are 18+

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Ominis Gaunt had always been relatively self-conscious.

Maybe it was because he was blind, and could only find his own insecurities through his own touch.

Maybe it was because he had to go through several torturous years of school full of people from all different backgrounds, making it very hard for him not to compare their lives and judge himself - he envied other people's simpler lives.

Maybe it was the whispers that followed him around when he was 11. He never knew what they were about, and he never stuck around to find out. He could only guess, and most of those guesses didn't do much good to his self esteem.

He liked to consider himself modest - which he found was better than calling himself shy.

Shy was when you didn't talk to people and withdrew from conversations, choosing to be in your own company.

(He hated how that described him perfectly.)

Modest was when you covered up, and often didn't take credit for what you had done. And with modest, comes humble, which is often a good thing to be, to say the least.

Yes, Ominis Gaunt was a modest, humble man who just wanted to get on with life, thank you very much.

Now in his early twenties, with a fresh new job and fresh new atmosphere, Ominis wanted to be a bit of a different person.

Maybe more friendly; you could still be modest and humble when you were very friendly.

Maybe he'd be more outgoing; helping out in the community is a very humble thing to do, and definitely not on the shy spectrum at all.

Maybe he'd change his clothing style-

…

Maybe not.

Ominis considered this style the Most Modest Of Them All, as he didn't really show much skin.

At all.

He knew he had large freckles scattered all over his body, including his face; Sebastian had told him as much (actually, he'd gushed over them, calling them "constellations" and comparing Ominis to his Astronomy homework. Thanks Seb, real encouraging.)

He hated them.

Inconveniences, that's what they were. Dark, inconvenient marks scattered in inconvenient places.

He knew he was pale as a ghost, and even in the slightest ounce of sunshine, he'd start to cook like a slab of meat. He'd adopted an umbrella to carry around with him, which doubled as a parasol on warm days (although he wondered if that made him look like a bit of a pansy, and maybe more feminine than he liked.)

Sometimes, when he was alone (which was often), he'd stand in front of a mirror, wand held aloft, trying to make out the outline of himself. Sometimes he'd flicker into view, and he'd notice a loose hair or a ruffled item of clothing. He'd then proceed to fix them, then raise his wand once more.

Mirrors were hard to look at when you were blind. Not much comes out of them, since they only show a mere reflection of something, rather than the thing itself.

Aside from Ominis' dreadful self-esteem regarding his appearance, he was sure there were other good qualities to him (humble).

He was good at his job (he thinks); he worked a rather lousy yet humble desk job at the Ministry, doing odd jobs for the higher ups. He knew they knew of his family's… behaviour, so he could tell why people tended to keep their distance (still kind of hurt though, but we move forward.)

Oh, and one other thing; Ominis Gaunt had a searing, sharp, throbbing, god-awful back ache.

By Merlin was he in pain!

Every movement sent a sharp pain down his spine, making him tense up and hiss, and, on bad days, he'd let out a rather unpleasant sound in Parseltongue (he was ashamed of that.)

Sometimes the pain would be in his shoulder blades, moving to the back of his head, and he'd have to sit for hours, stiff as a board, in fear of moving and making it worse.

What a sad life Ominis Gaunt was living.

And it was exhausting.

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"Ominis, are you alright?"

Ladies and gentlemen (and the rest), I present the Painful, Doubtful, Sorrowful, Humble and Modest Life of Ominis Gaunt, starring Chronic Back Pain and The Person He Was Hopelessly In Love With (but they didn't know that).

"I'm fine."

He may have said that a bit too stiffly, because he heard a shuffle and knew that his companion (his sweet-smelling, soft-speaking, and - probably - beautiful companion) had turned to look at him, and he practically felt her eyes burning through him.

He flushed. He knew that because he felt that uncomfortable heat tear through his cheeks.

"You're sitting funny." She commented.

"Am I?" He acted oblivious. Probably not wise, but he didn't want the conversation to reach uncharted territory, and he certainly didn't want his friend to worry.

But lo, the world hated Ominis Gaunt, so he suffered just a bit more.

"And your eyebrows are basically in your hairline- are you in pain?" Her voice was laced with concern, and judging by the dip in the sofa next to him, she'd shuffled a bit closer to him, probably to get a better look at him.

"I'm fine-"

"Don't lie." That monotone pinch in her voice told him he should just spit out what was wrong.

"I'm in pain." He confirmed, turning his head away from her general direction, his way of averting his unseeing eyes when he's embarrassed or bashful.

There was a tut of sympathy from her end, and her gentle fingers made contact with his sleeve, just above his bicep.

"Ominis, why didn't you tell me? Where abouts?" Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to a scared child.

Once upon a time, he was just that.

He mumbled a reply, and felt himself pouting, which he quickly tried to conceal, because a grown man pouting was just silly.

"Back…"

"Your back hurts?"

"Yeah," Ominis wrung his hands, as though he was guilty of something. Of what? Telling a friend he's in pain?

"You're tense!" Her voice was one of wonderment, the "I've just discovered something" type of voice, with a hint of sympathy.

Ominis then felt his torso slowly turning; she'd taken hold of his elbows and was gently steering him so his back faced her, and Ominis squeezed his eyes shut, mostly from the slight pain.

He felt his friend run a hand over the back of his shirt, over his shoulder blades and up to his shoulders, but never going past his collar. She did it again; over the shoulder blades, up to the shoulders. And again.

She was thinking, he could tell.

"Do you want me to massage your back?"

Ha, no.

She took note of his brief silence.

"It'll help," she prompted.

Ominis' breath quickened. In order to massage him, he'd have to take off his shirt, and if he took off his shirt, it meant she'd see him, and if she saw him, what in Merlin's name would she think?

"N-no, I wouldn't want to burden you with such bothersome antics-"

"Don't be silly, if it helps you, then we can both rest easy."

Ominis pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. It would help him, and it would probably feel really nice, but there's still the fact that she'll have to see him.

Don't be stupid Gaunt, get over yourself. The rather Aggressive Angel on his shoulder yelled in his ear. Why would she care, she's been through hell and back anyway. One massage won't alter how she thinks about you.

An excellent point, Aggressive Angel.

Ominis tried to get the devil on his other shoulder to speak up in disagreement, but it would seem that the Aggressive Angel had actively pushed him off and killed him.

C'mon, this is your chance to gain back some confidence in yourself.

Ominis sighed.

"Fine," he agreed. But if anything went wrong, he internally promised that he'd kill the Aggressive Angel himself.

"Perfect," his friend said through a smile (he could hear the grin in her voice), "um, do you want me to do it here or somewhere else?"

Oh. Right.

The two-seater sofa wasn't exactly ideal, especially since Ominis was quite tall now, and would probably break his back even more if he attempted to lay down.

Bed it was.

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As Ominis stood in the doorway to his bedroom, memories flashed before him of the last time he'd invited someone onto his bed.

Of course, back then, it was an entirely different story, and definitely not like these circumstances whatsoever.

He'd met a pretty lady in the local pub; she was hearty and rather busty, and she was looking for company. He'd invited her to his house, where things got heated, they ended up in his room, where he suddenly realised that he did, in fact, hate how he looked, and requested that she lay on her front for him. He was embarrassed; the mere thought of someone seeing him so dishevelled when he couldn't even see himself made him sick with anxiety, but he was too far gone and proceeded from behind. She enjoyed it, and told him as much though the process, but she was apparently too lost in euphoria to notice that Ominis didn't even take his shirt off.

They parted as friends, and a month went by, when Ominis heard that his one night stand had gone off to the Americas to be with her "one true love". He was glad, in a way, that she didn't try to linger around him. His heart belonged to someone else as well.

It seemed they were both a bit lonely.

ANYWAY-

His companion was perched neatly on the edge of his mattress, waiting patiently for him.

Moment of truth.

…

He gripped the bottom of his shirt. Then he raised his arms as if he was going to yank it over his head.

No. Maybe don't do that. There's a lady present. Try to be more graceful.

Right. Of course.

He lowered his arms and started fumbling with his buttons. His fingers suddenly felt numb and stiff, and he tried to calm himself. His palms were slick with sweat and his fingers shook, and then the last button was undone and the front of his torso was out in the open and all got a bit too much for him and he instinctively pulled the fabric of his shirt closed again to preserve his modesty.

He only now noticed how cold the air in the room was. He hoped his nipples weren't like bullets.

He gripped his wand (which he always keeps handy) and raised it slightly, to help him guide where he was going-

And he noticed that after all that, his friend wasn't even on the bed anymore.

The bloody woman had gone to stand by the bloody window instead, completely turned away from him in favour of gazing into the street below

All that malarkey and she wasn't even watching. Wuss.

Shut it.

He cleared his throat and before she'd even fully turned around to face him again, Ominis Gaunt, who tried to be as graceful as he could, practically launched himself forward onto the bed, face down (ow).

His cheeks burned as he heard her let out a bark of a laugh, obviously finding his misery absolutely hilarious.

The bed dipped as she sat down again, and by god was he ready to run for the hills.

Never, ever, had he even considered this (he may have considered this once or twice) - his lady friend, the one he's been ever so slightly infatuated with and nursed a soft spot for since early Year 5 at Hogwarts, about to rub his back to ease the tension.

The irony was that this entire situation was making him tense up even more. If he formed one more knot in his back he might break a rib.

His companion then muttered something, and he heard the swish of a wand.

"Oil," she confirmed before he even asked, "It'll make it easier."

Oh. She'd conjured a bottle of oil to rub into his back. Of course. Why didn't he think of that?

Her gaze was trained in his back now, he knew it.

His breathe quickened again. What was she thinking? What did he look like? Was his back as distasteful as he'd imagined?

"Ominis, relax, or nothing will get done."

"Right, yes, sorry," his voice was muffled by the sheet.

"This might be a bit cold at first but it should warm up," she explained, before placing her hands on his shoulder blades.

Ominis gasped. A bit cold was an understatement. Bloody freezing was a lot truer.

"Sorry, sorry," she mumbled, running her hands up and down his back, then digging her thumbs into the base of his neck.

Ok, that wasn't so bad.

She worked through the knots in his back and shoulders, taking her time and kneeding the sensitive skin in a way that Ominis found rather relaxing.

Every now and then he'd let out a noise, and she would freeze momentarily, before continuing. The noises weren't of pain, more of… comfort (not pleasure. Definitely not pleasure.)

(Something stirred between his legs.)

By the time she was done, Ominis had all but melted into the bed, eyes closed and a small smile gracing his lips. He only just registered that she was tracing the freckles on his back lightly with her finger, humming softly.

Bloody freckles… weren't doing any harm. If anything, his companion seemed perfectly content with just mapping out his back using the moles as guides.

But alas, her touches must end, for Ominis had to move.

He shifted, making her jump slightly, and stretched, not unlike a cat.

Usually stretching would result in the worst pain shooting up his back, but this time he felt so free. No pain, just the beautiful feeling of relaxation.

"Better?" She asked, watching him sit up and drape his long legs over the edge of the bed.

"Better." Ominis nodded, blinking slowly.

Wow, he really was just like a cat.

"Thank you so much for doing that, you have no idea how much that means to me," he carried on, and he'd forgotten all about how his shirt wasn't on, and how his torso looked.

"My pleasure, really," she said, and she rested a hand atop his, "but next time, don't wait so long to ask for help, alright? Some of those knots felt like they'd been there for years."

"Honestly, they probably have," he admitted.

"Ominis! Why didn't you get help sooner?" Her voice wasn't scolding, but there was a disbelief that made Ominis bow his head.

"I… don't really like people seeing me…" he mumbled.

Silence.

"Why ever not?"

"Thank you for your time, my friend, but I should really-"

"You're self-conscious." A tone of realisation there.

The world really hated Ominis Gaunt.

"Maybe," he sighed, ashamed. Ashamed that she had to find out he hated himself. It made him feel selfish.

"But… why?" She asked. She really had to ask? Wasn't it obvious?

"Just… everything, I guess. Since I can't see myself I've always been hyper aware of what I think I look like."

"Well, for what it's worth, I think you're one of the best looking fellas around here. I mean, look at you!"

"I can't," was his immediate deadpan response, followed by, "you're joking." Because he found it very hard to believe her.

"I know for a fact I am not joking. Believe me when I say, you've got plenty of people - men and women - who want to 'get into your pants'." She made quotation marks with her hands when she said the last phrase (he thinks - he can hear her sleeves rustling as she raised them), but that didn't matter. Ominis turned pink, ears burning.

"Such vulgar things to say!" He exclaimed, surprised but not that much; he grew up with Sebastian, after all.

"It would seem you're into it, though."

Merlin's arse she noticed. Play it cool. A show of confidence!

…Confidence I don't have.

"I'll have you know that my boner is a result of intense relaxation." He said matter-of-factly (internally he was screaming, crying, and throwing up.)

"Right, and not because you're into whatever that was."

Ominis spluttered out more excuses.

"Ominis, shut up and kiss me."

That shut him right on up.

Her lips collided with his, and he had to swallow the gasp he almost let out. His eyes fluttered closed, and he cupped her cheek in his palm.

This was something he only saw in his teenage daydreams. Himself kissing a beautiful, kind lady on his bed. Bearing in mind that he was usually fully clothed in these dreams; he felt disgusted in himself if he imagined any more.

Hands travelled and tongues intertwined, little noises were made in the back of throats-

She palmed him through his trousers, and he kicked a leg out at the sensation, turning red at the act. She did it again, pressing down against him with the heel of her hand, grinding it forcefully, and Ominis Gaunt, humble and modest, let out the most embarrassing whimper.

Before he even had time to make up an excuse for that one, he was pushed backward by the sheer force of another body barrelling into him, and his lips were suddenly very occupied by hers.

The next kiss was messy. It was teeth and tongue and saliva, and they swallowed each other's moans, and her hands made his way to his hair and ruffled it, and for once he didn't even think about putting it right, he was far too lost in the sensation of being… loved.

She was straddling his thighs now, bearing down on him like he was her prey, and his head was tilted back to accommodate her mouth. Her hair tickled the sides of his face, and although he couldn't see it, he knew she had a pink hue dusted across her cheeks.

She grinded her hips down while he tried to rut up, causing a beautiful and torturous friction between them.

Her hands travelled over his chest, and he wondered if the sweat he was producing was enough to put her off, but then he didn't pay it much mind; her hands were soft apart from a few callouses, and the catch of her nails on his skin was enough to send him into overdrive.

Mouths still glue together, she shimmied back so she rested on his knees, and began undoing the buttons on his trousers.

The moment of truth.

The part of Ominis' brain that was still functioning was screaming at him to stop her, to take hold of her hand and guide it elsewhere, but the more muddled part of his brain (which now closely resembled a scrambled egg) was absolutely craving the attention. They'd made it this far without her drawing back in disgust, why not go all the way?

It seemed that Ominis Gaunt the Humble and Very Modest was finally letting loose.

"Oh, you're so pretty," his companion whispered in his ear, making his mouth snap shut with a clack and sending a shiver right down his spine.

She'd managed to free his length from its containment (his underwear) and gave it an unceremonious squeeze.

Ominis lurched forward, letting out yet another whimper, and by this time he didn't know nor care what facial expression she was wearing; he wanted her to do something about his erection. Now.

His fingers gripped the sheets of his bed so hard they turned white as she slid her hand up and down his length, smearing pre across the tip with her thumb and dragging back the foreskin.

Ominis let out a guttural moan, his arms reaching forward to grip at her hips, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Please," he begged, "please."

What he was begging for he didn't know, because the once sensible side of his brain had also turned to goo at this point, and all he could think about was her; her skilled hands pushing and pulling on him, making his hips stutter; her sweet smelling hair which kept brushing over his face; the fact she called him pretty-

That did things to him.

Her hand moved faster, and so did his heart beat. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears as a tight ball of heat settled in his lower stomach.

"Do you want to come?" His companion breathed out, never slowing her ministrations.

Ominis Gaunt the once humble and modest muttered a string of "yes" and "please" while his whole body shook and he nodded his head frantically, and he felt his ruffled hair fall onto his forehead.

He'd forgotten about her other hand, and was very abruptly reminded of it when he felt her squeeze his balls.

His thighs shook and his toes curled at the sheer force of the orgasm, as the tightness in his belly cracked and loosened, and he dragged his companion forward as he hugged her to his chest tightly, letting out the most wanton groan he'd ever mustered, mingled with her name falling from swollen lips and spilling white liquid into her hand.

She stroked him through his high, whispering sweet nothings to him and kissing up his jaw, over his collection of freckles, and stopping just under his eye.

He calmed down, his breathing slowed and he traced the seams of her clothing.

Huh. Maybe that wasn't so bad.

"You're so beautiful."

His head snapped up to her direction, and he blinked in surprise.

"Such a pretty, handsome man." She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he couldn't help running his hands along her back as they hugged. "You should have seen yourself, such a picture. And your hair- you should keep it like that, it suits you. And your freckles," she traced the ones on his cheek with the tip of a finger, then to a spatter of them across his chest, "your beauty marks. So pretty. And your nipples," she went as far as pinching a neglected nipple, and laughed at the way his breath caught in his throat, whispering, "so sensitive."

Ominis chewed his lip, mulling her words over in his head.

She thought he was pretty. And beautiful. And handsome.

He blushed, bashful.

"Aw, don't get all shy now, it's true." She cooed, and he let out a breathy chuckle.

"If you say so-"

"I mean it." She stated firmly, hands on his bare shoulders.

There was a (comfortable) silence. They just kind of… stared at each other (she did most of the staring, Ominis was just existing in her presence.)

"You didn't get to finish." He said quietly.

"No, but that's ok-"

"Let me help you-"

He was shocked by his own boldness, but no going back now. Plus, he really did want to assist her. And feel her. And hear her.

"Well… since you're offering," he could hear the slyness in her voice as she kissed below his ear before shuffling backwards off his lap, "but let me wash my hand first."

As she slinked off to the bathroom, Ominis was left alone with his thoughts once again.

She thinks I'm pretty!! He almost squealed like a teenage girl at the thought, kicking his feet bashfully. He readjusted his trousers and stood up, grabbing his wand to do a quick sweep of the room, as if he expected something to be different.

He turned toward the mirror, and had to do a double take.

His outline was there, clearly visible to him, and showed him just how he looked.

And for once, Ominis Gaunt the Humble and Very Modest felt proud of the way he looked.

#ominis x reader #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #oneshot

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jakekgs · 2 years

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how you get the girl, yang jungwon.

not the jungwon fic i promised however… badboy!jungwon in a high school au is close enough to what i promised my beloved sky ;) let me know if you want a part two bc this is very short, here are the picture credits! masterlist, requests.

part one, part two, part three.

he didn’t know when it happened, where you even came from, appearing into his life and practically poising his thoughts as you were all he could think about. and he hated it. hated how it fuelled his friends teasing, he wasn’t nice to anyone. anyone but you. he had spent the majority of his high school life sticking with his one group of friends, majoring in dance although you could’ve sworn anyone else was practically forbidden to practice with him.

maybe he was insecure, you had thought, but after the school’s dance showcase it was obvious he was anything but insecure. jungwon was amazing, one of the best dancers you’d ever seen, and you found yourself smiling upon seeing him afterwards– flowers in hand as he posed for pictures with his grandmother. that’s the jungwon you would’ve loved to know, a cheesy smile on his lips as his dimple took the spotlight.

something to know about him, is that yang jungwon does not hold doors open for people, but monday morning, first period he had. for you. he didn’t even acknowledge you when you muttered a thank you, instead choosing to walk away to his seat. stupid, he now believes, and borderline embarrassing. so why, on tuesday, does he feel his chest tighten at the sight of you and kim sunoo. he knew sunoo, everyone did, he was everybody’s best friend.

so why was it different? and why were you laughing so loudly at whatever the hell he had whispered into your ear, and why in gods name were you placing your hand on his upper arm as you tried to steady yourself.

“jungwon, what are you doing?”

“yeah, where are you going—?” sunghoon and jake’s calls fell on deaf ears, he shouldn’t and he knew that. but he did, he stood up from his lunch table and made his way over to you and sunoo. he was a tall boy, dressed in a variation of your school uniform that definitely broke the rules, a black hoodie over his shirt and tie all underneath his blazer. grey pants which stuck to the dress code but thick, black boots that definitely didn’t.

his walk alone brought stares, his face brought the rest. jungwon was gorgeous, with his newly dyed, dark blue hair you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed his new piercings and look.

“yah, kim sunoo.” his tone was harsh, and something inside him told him it wasn’t harsh enough. he saw the way you immediately looked up to him, your laughter ceasing as your eyes roamed his figure. it’s enough to pull the corner of his mouth upwards, creating a smirk you struggled to pull your gaze away from. “get lost.”

you smile was killing him, any longer and he might actually have to grab sunoo by the collar and force him away from you.

“what’s your problem?” sunoo scoffed, standing up and shaking his head full of light pink hair, his arms crossing over his chest. “no wonder you have three friends.” he snorts, looking jungwon up and down with a disgusted look on his face. “i’ll see you later, y/n.” he says, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and leaving the two of you alone.

“bye, sun.” you wave after him, the sad look in your eyes making jungwon furrow his brow, but once again before he could think about his actions he found himself sitting beside you. “oh! um.. hi, jungwon.”

“heeseung’s having a party this friday,” he replies, almost randomly. refusing to look at you, despite your gaze staying on him, more specifically his side profile which you had never really thought much of before. now, so up close, you were beginning to truly understand why he received confessions almost every single day.

“uh… cool. i hope you guys have fun.” you reply, awkwardly. you had never before been awkward, then again you had never before spoke to yang jungwon and his reputation was beginning to proceed him.

“i want you to come.” he says, almost too quickly, he thinks.

“oh?”

“if you want to, o-obviously.” he coughs, and you almost think he’s nervous. “nice shoes,” he grumbles as he stands up. “they’re new, right?”

he walks back to his friends with his hands in his pockets before you can reply, jungwon knows they’re new. and, upon your very short but unbelievably sweet interaction there’s something else he knows too, he wants to get the girl; and that girl is you.

for sky!!! @blessed-sky <33

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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Fireball - Urban Wyatt

Pairings: Urban Wyatt X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual Activity.

This is a blurb, which is a short story. Enjoy!

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am NOT responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Music bounced off the walls blaring from the speakers in the corner of the room, strobe lights flashing within the air, dust particles being shown through the light.

Your skirt swayed against the curve of your hips, the slit showing off your shimmery gold skin, complemented by the boots your wore to match your costume. Drinks were being passed around like candy, the Jell-O shots you made in a petri-dish showcasing a hit; Urban’s brain-shaped Rice Krispy treats, infused with weed, being passed around in large quantities.

Overall the party was all you hoped and planned for, and you were happy to see a good turnout. You walked towards your boyfriend, who was leaning against a wall, talking to Druski, who came as Pitbull.

“Damn, you lookin good Y/N.”

“Thank you Dru- I mean, Pitbull.”

“It’s Mr. World-Wide to you, although, I’ll definitely make a longer stop on the tour at your location.” The bald man spoke as he looked you up and down, licking his lips and rubbing them jokingly.

At least, you hoped it was a joke.

“Woah Woah, take it easy. Katara over here is mine.” Urban swung his arms around your waist, pulling you close and kissing your cheek.

“Come on man! Bald-guy to bald-guy! Sharing is caring!”

“Around here it’s not, take your "worldwide tour" someplace else.”

“Baby, Ima fireball, y’all know I’m the life of the party.”

“I beg to differ.” You all turned to look at Cope, removing his black cloak hood from his head.

“Dude, what even are you?” Druski asked, looking at the short man.

“I thought I was the Avatar.” Copelean looked between you and Urban, scratching his head.

“Nah bro, you got the wrong color.” Urban spoke, pointing to the blue air painted on his bald cap.

“Yeah, you workin for the red lotus or something?” You spoke, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Who?”

You and Urban looked at one another before shaking your heads, chuckles falling from your lips.

“To think he was an avatar fan.”

“Y’all, don’t do me like that.” You laughed at the man before looking up at Urban, whispering in his ear.

“I’m gonna grab another drink, you want one?”

“Nah ma, I’m good.” He spoke softly in your ear before giving you a peck on the cheek and a smack to the ass, your body swaying away as you looked for the next wave of Halloween-styled drinks.

“Yo, you gotta admit, Y/N looks hot tonight.”

“Fuck off y’all.”

“Druski could never pull Y/N.” Lil Nas spoke up, walking up to the small group with Jack.

“And what are you supposed to be?”

“A cowboy Druski.”

“In that gear? It’s all pink.”

“I’m a fruity cowboy.”

“Ahh, I see.”

Slowly, you returned to the group, holding two small drinks in your hand as you weaved through the crowd.

“Hey Y/N, this is great fucking party.”

“Thanks…. Jack? What’s your costume?” You questioned the man, looking at him in his odd attire.

“Drake. He’s Drake.”

“So unoriginal.” Druski spoke, earning a smack to the bald-head by Jack himself. You tried not to laugh too hard, the contents of the drink making it’s way down your throat. That was, however, before a vibrating sensation ruptured against your clit, causing you to choke, the drink going down the wrong pipe. You let out what seemed to be a cough and a moan, the small crowd of friends turning to your attention.

“Woah, Y/N, you good?”

“Yeah, you sure you hadn’t had enough yet?” Druski spoke, to which he earned another smack to the back of his head, this time by Lil Nas.

“Hey-“

“Here, I’ll take this. Why don’t you go to the bathroom Y/N? Urban, go with her.” Lil Nas spoke, removing the drinks from your hands, and giving you a soft push toward the bathroom.

“Thanks, man.” Urban said, a small smirk on his face.

The two of you rushed into the bathroom, Urban pushing you up against the wall, the coughing fit having slowed down.

“Fuck Urban, you had to do it back there.”

“That was part of the deal, was it not?” He kissed your lips softly, moving down to your skirt. “Now, let’s see what we have here.” He pulled your panties down, looking at the glistening skin, the vibrator still buzzing within your pussy.

“Hmm. You look good from down here baby girl. I kind of just wanna…” He began to kiss at your thighs, leaving hickeys amongst the flesh before lapping at your clit, your head smacking against the wall in pleasure.

“Oh fuck Urban yes, right there.” You spoke, hands moving to his bald-cap-covered-head.

“Don’t mess up my makeup baby. And keep quiet, we don’t know who’s just outside this door.” He spoke, continuing to lap at your clit. You tried to stifle your moans, a hand moving to cover your mouth as you began to grind your hips onto his face.

He took your hips in his hands, following the movement you created as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, both of your hands moving towards the mounds of your breast.

“Fuck Urby, I’m gonna cum. M’gonna-“ Before you could release, there was a knock at the door, Jack’s voice being heard from the outside.

“Could y’all stop fuckin and get back the party you're hosting?” He said with a chuckle, interrupting your time with Urban. “I don’t know what you put in those Jell-O shots Y/N, but it’s got Druski fucked up.” He spoke once again, before returning to his now-drunk friend. You could hear Druski's loud voice over the speakers, the lyric's to Pitbull's Fireball being screamed by the one and only.

"MR. WORLD WIDE TO INFINITY."

"YOU KNOW THE ROOF ON FIRE."

"WE GON' BOOGIE OOGIE OOGIE, JIGGLE, WIGGLE AND DANCE."

"LIKE THE ROOF ON FIRE."

You groaned outloud, head slapping against the wall softly.

Urban let out a chuckle, kissing your clit one last time before pulling up your underwear, the vibrator still snug inside your pussy.

“Looks like we’ll have to finish this some other time baby.” He spoke before kissing your lips, your juices coating your lips like a gloss.

You watched as he disappeared out the door, shaking your head in frustration. Wiping your tongue amongst your lips, you let out a sigh, having tasted yourself.

“Shit.”

#urban wyatt #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt scenario #urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt blurb #urban wyatt x you #urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt concept

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silverynight · 10 months

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The roommate

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Part X

Since Izuku is Todoroki's roommate he spends a lot of time with him, especially when the pro hero has a day off; he brings Izuku dinner, goes to buy groceries for the both of them and is constantly surprising Izuku with kisses now that he can.

"I've always wanted to do that," he whispers against the green haired man's lips. "You have no idea."

Izuku blushes and shakes his head; if the amount of times he's been kissed for the last couple of minutes is any indication then he can definitely get an idea.

After a couple of days, Bakugo brings up the fact that Todoroki has more opportunities to spend time with him. He doesn't look very happy about it.

"I want to spend the same amount of time with you." It's amazing how much the years have changed him, the young boy Izuku used to know would have never been so open about his feelings.

"Kacchan, Shoto is my roommate, I can't just–"

"I know," the blond cuts him off as soon as he notices Izuku's nervous demeanor; he holds one of his hands to calm him down. "But I've been thinking... Maybe you could... stay at my place for a couple of days."

"That sounds good actually," he mumbles after a couple of seconds; he's spend the night at Bakugo's place before so he thinks that won't be a problem.

Besides, it's only fair.

Todoroki is not exactly thrilled about it, but he agrees. However, for a moment, Izuku worries. He knows it wasn't going to be easy to keep everyone happy, but he wants to try, even though it's just temporary.

He shakes his head to push those thoughts aside at least for a while because he has realized that the mere idea of choosing is causing him pain.

Although he knows he shouldn't be selfish; they haven't talked about it after that first date, but sooner or later they'll ask him to choose.

And he must be ready for that.

***

It seems Bakugo was prepared because he asked for a couple of days off just to spend time with Izuku.

Bakugo has the spare room ready for him this time; Izuku is glad because now that they're dating it'll feel different to sleep in the same bed.

Of course... It's not like he's waiting to get married to have sex, but he's not ready for that now because they just started a relationship and there's the fact that he's dating two pro heroes at the same time.

He's not sure he can take it further with any of them before choosing someone.

Maybe he should... stop thinking about that for now.

Bakugo makes dinner for the both of them and persuades Izuku to watch a movie on the couch, at least it's not a horror movie this time.

At some point during dinner, Izuku notices Bakugo getting flustered, he even starts blushing; at first he thinks he did something wrong, but then the blond begins to rub the back of his neck shyly.

"Would you... wear one of my tshirts like last time? I like seeing you in my clothes," he admits, turning even more red after the last words.

"Oh!" Izuku is sure he's as red as the pro hero now. "O-Okay..."

"Only if you are comfortable with it, because if you don't–"

"It's okay," he assures him in a whisper, smiling sweetly at him. "I like wearing your clothes, even though they're too big for me."

They cuddle on the couch for a while, the movie is really interesting, but the truth is that Izuku gets easily distracted every time Bakugo leans closer to give him a kiss on the top of his head or on the lips.

They both have a good time.

***

Izuku gives Bakugo a goodbye kiss before he heads to work and can't believe he hasn't stopped grinning since he woke up.

His co-workers are really happy for him, although they beg him to stay away from Twitter, which is very difficult because now Izuku is wondering what's so bad for them to want him to stay away from it.

So of course he opens the app on his free time and he immediately regrets it.

He should focus on the people who wish them happiness and good things instead of the ones who are criticizing Izuku for what he's doing: they say it's unfair to the pro heroes, others say he shouldn't be keeping the two, that he should let them be happy with someone who doesn't cheat on them.

But he's not cheating... He... They agreed to this, they're–

Some of them are calling him a whore now. Izuku runs towards the bathroom and stays there for a while, until he's able to stop the tears... He washes his face and goes back to work, pretending his co-workers are not staring at him with worry.

"You opened Twitter, didn't you?" One of them sighs.

"Don't pay attention to those idiots... They're just jealous and bitter. Besides, you know there's a lot of people who are tweeting about how beautiful you are? There's a lot of thirst tweets about you and your..."

"I'm sorry, but I need to focus here," he says quietly pointing at his designs, trying to smile at them but failing. He knows they want to make him feel better, but he can't stop thinking about people calling him unfair.

When Bakugo comes to pick him up from work, Izuku decides to push those thoughts aside for the time being so the pro hero doesn't have to worry about him.

However, it seems like he knows him better than Izuku thought he did because he looks at him with concern.

"Are you okay, Izuku?" He whispers before pressing a soft kiss to the other's cheek.

"I'm fine, Kacchan," he smiles (or tries to) before kissing him back, but this time on the lips.

Bakugo clearly doesn't believe him, but it seems like he decides not to press him on the matter for now.

"I can't wait to have dinner with your friends, Kacchan!" He grins, although part of him starts worrying that Bakugo's friends might agree with what some people are saying on Twitter. What if they're angry with Izuku? What if they think he's being unfair to Bakugo?

Izuku shakes his head, trying to calm himself down. It works... for a couple of minutes.

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lestatslestits · 5 months

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I am once again posting by the skin of my teeth, but it’s still Thursday here which means I’m not late for TOTA Takeover Day Four, dedicated to Fergus MacKinnon.

Fergus is a very special character to me, and his arc is devastating. I work in mental health and out of all of the characters in the show, Fergus is the one who hits closest to home for me.

And as a result it took me a long time to decide what I wanted to write. In the end, I’m pleased with the outcome and I hope y’all enjoy it too.

Note: this is a direct follow up to Rosalie’s ficlet from Day One, in the sense that they take place in the same day/night, and this fic makes reference to that one (although it’s brief and you can definitely still understand this one if you haven’t read it)

He can’t sleep, so he decides to go to the kitchen.

He likes kitchens, they’re filled with the kinds of things he understands: things powered with electricity, things alive with faint humming noises and barely-there vibrations that no one notices but him. This kitchen, massive and industrial, sounds nothing like his mam’s kitchen growing up, or even the kitchen in the flat he had occupied until he occupied a series of loony bins instead, but there’s still something he finds grounding about it, especially late at night when there are no staff members to chase him out because they are afraid he’ll learn where the knives are kept.

(He already knows where the knives are kept, and how to pick the lock on the cupboard door.)

(He once spent an entire afternoon hiding in an entirely different and thoroughly forgotten cupboard just to prove to himself that he could do it without being caught out. To this day, no one knows.)

There are two ways to get into the St. Jude’s Hospital kitchen when you’re not on staff. One involves abseiling down the side of the building from his fourth floor room and the other involves being able to walk silently, blend into the shadows, keep his head down, and be massively underestimated by everyone who sees him. He’s not in the mood to rig up a rope this late in the evening, so he chooses the latter option.

Stuart doesn’t typically work the graveyard shifts, and the aides who do are less inclined to act like big stupid guard dogs eager to slam patients into walls. The one occupying the nurse’s station nearest to the kitchen has brought a book to read and it must be a good one because he doesn’t even look up as Fergus slips past him.

He wishes he knew what the book was. He’s already read everything in the hospital’s single-shelf “library,” and money is always tight so hasn’t picked up any books on his last few outings. But as he can’t very well go up and ask, he puts the thought aside and focuses on picking the locks on the kitchen door. There are two, and he knows how to pick them both with paperclips.

(Technically speaking, he isn’t meant to have paperclips, but they are remarkably easy to nick from almost any desk in the hospital, so he’s always got plenty on hand.)

He slips into the kitchen and shuts the door behind him. He breathes easier in here, out of the line of sight. Even so, he turns one of the locks behind him, and navigates in the dark so that no light shines out under the crack in the door.

For a long moment he relishes his hard-won freedom, and loses himself in the sounds all around him.

In his younger days no one had believed or even had any interest in listening to his insistence that there were voices—whispers—in the electrical hum of the world around him. In fact, no one had cared about the voices he heard at all, until they started shouting abusive litanies and telling him to follow the hidden messages he heard in television and radio broadcasts.

(After that they had cared a lot.)

(To this day the voices he hears in the ambient noise of the modern world are the only ones he actually finds comforting—and the ones no one else seems interested in.)

He allows himself this moment of peace where these voices drown out the ones demanding self-hatred and paranoia.

(The meds that they give him make those voices quieter, but they never silence them completely.)

Once he’s fully grounded in the space and his eyes have adjusted to the darkness, he reminds himself that he’s on mission and moves primarily by sound and touch in search of his prize.

The cocoa here is shit. It’s cheap powdered stuff bought in bulk and mixed with hot water, often without much effort at stirring out the clumps. He’s working with what he’s got, but he swaps water out in favor of milk, a small luxury. Once it’s boiling gently he stirs in the cocoa mix, using the light of the open refrigerator to determine when the clumps have been properly obliterated.

He does the washing up when he’s finished with the kitchen: puts everything back into order and escapes with one perfect cup of cocoa, locking the doors behind him. The aide at the desk has not looked up from his book.

~~~

“I’ve got something for you.”

The figure in the narrow bed shifts under a multitude of blankets. “Fergus? What time is it?” His voice sounds thoroughly wrecked.

“Late. You slept through the cocoa round. Figured you needed the rest, though.”

“So you’re waking me now instea—oh.” Campbell Bain has flopped onto his back and is now squinting up at him with bleary, watery eyes.

He extends the cup he’s holding. “Made it myself,” he explains, answering the unasked question of where he got cocoa at this hour.

“Do they no keep the kitchen locked up tae keep the loonies out of the knives and all?”

“They try,” he agrees amiably, with a subdued smile. Then, “It’s going cold.”

Campbell heaves himself into a sitting position and coughs mightily for his effort. Fergus waits until he’s done before he hands him the cocoa.

“Rosalie stopped by. Earlier.”

“Oh?”

“She couldn’t—“

“Right,” The boy’s head bobs in understanding. He sips the cocoa and declares, “That’s no bad. Different than what we get on the cocoa round, though.”

“I used real milk.” He’s actually properly proud of that, and feels the pride legitimized by Campbell’s appreciative smile. It drops when he asks, “How’s the throat?”

“Hurts.”

Fergus brushes Campbell’s absurd fringe from his face and presses a hand to his forehead. Still feverish.

“Thanks for the cocoa. I didnae know you could cook.”

“It’s just cocoa, Campbell.” He hesitates and adds, “I like kitchens, though. They whisper to me.”

It’s not a strange thing to say. Not here. And anyways, Campbell never seems to register strangeness. He looks unsurprised, and there’s sincerity in his voice when he asks, “What do they say?”

“Good things,” Fergus replies. He doesn’t elaborate. It’s too personal, anything beyond that. Campbell doesn’t press.

“That’s nice,” he says, drinking the cocoa to the dregs. “I’m glad. Thanks for the cocoa.”

“Don’t mention it.” He means that literally: this has to be a secret between the two of them.

Campbell nods in earnest understanding.

“And get some rest. You look like hell.”

Before any offense can be registered, Fergus slips out the door and back towards his room a floor above. He’s less restless now. Maybe he’ll even manage to get some sleep.

#takin over the asylum #TOTA Takeover #tota #fergus mackinnon #takin’ over the asylum #tota fandom #tota fanfic

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cryptiles · 2 years

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CLASSROOM THINGS, PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

- details ; brothers × gn! reader ; head-cannon based ; 〘🐙〙 ; obey me m.list ; they/them/you/yours

- summary; random things that'll happen with the brothers during class

- requests are open as of 22/8 —> 5 match ups left

-a/n ; 3 posts in a day i’m on a fucking roll.

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LEVIATHAN

• this man doesn’t even go to school irl he’s literally on lockdown 24/7.

• but lets just okay he actually goes to school.

• he’d be the quiet kid at the back of the class who understands some things and selectively chooses not to pay attention to uninteresting parts.

• he probably doodles on his worksheets and forgets to erase them at least once or twice.

• he probably gets homework done once in a while or for subjects he likes if not it’s getting drowned in the tank.

• whispers to you during classes unless it’s particularly loud.

• i feel like he’d be spilling tea and the class would suddenly quiet down and he wouldn’t realise it , when you stop him from speaking he’ll realise and immediately go red.

• he’s really fucking funny though.

• expect a few insults and random remarks throughout the day that make you try not to burst out laughing in your seat.

• if the teacher calls him to answer questions , he’ll look at you for help hoping that you’ll answer it for him.

• if you do , we’ll worship you for the rest of his life.

• in return whenever you’re in need of help or he feels like you’re struggling at a question after noticing that you’ve been staring at the question for a long time [ it could even be just a few milliseconds ] he would write down the answer for you on a small piece of paper and shyly place on your desk.

• he stares at you so much during classes and whenever you catch him , he immediately goes red , jaw dropped , stumbling over his things and fidgeting with them trying not to make it obvious that he was staring.

• once you caught him and gave him a wink , he fainted.

• imagine him with glasses , omg he’d be so cute.

• he’d adjust his glasses quite a few times probably because its a habit or a way to fidget with something.

• he brings games to classes so you both can game together in between breaks.

• if you both have different classes , he wouldn’t immediately think about waiting for you outside your class to walk you to your next.

• but if you ask him to one day , suddenly he’s waiting for you everyday.

• his bag is decorated with keychains , locker with stickers , water bottle too.

• he actually has really good ideas for class projects but is just too shy to announce them </3.

• he would do your homework for you if you asked.

• when you sleep he wouldn’t wake you up no matter what , he just can’t help it !

• one reason is that he wants to let you sleep , sleep is important especially for fragile humans , levi would basically be killing you if he doesn’t let you take a short nap.

• second reason is that he likes watching your relaxed face during class , you feel safe enough to be around him to sleep ?? he’s overwhelmed and shutting down.

• he probably moved your hair out of your face while you slept and you definitely felt it but didn’t say anything and just savoured the moment.

• if you do mention it to him , he may get self-conscious about it so please follow it up with some reassurance !!

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SATAN

• literally just lucifer 2.0

• straight A’s , hot smart nerd.

• although he’s way more mischievous , he’s a fucking menace.

• both of you will skip classes him to piss lucifer off and you because studying is just mentally draining.

• don’t worry he’ll tutor you everything you missed out on and everyone you guys skip , he’ll bring you to a cat cafe ! win win !

• it rarely happens it probably happened like twice only , skipping classes were you and mammons thing.

• him and lucifer probably have the nicest handwriting out of the brothers.

• its neat and tidy , you complimented him on it before and he stuttered thanking you.

• now he gives you hand written notes on topics you don’t understand and little encouragement notes + cat doodles on them during class.

• if you’re sleeping , he’d 100% let you sleep if its nothing important but if it is he’d wake you up and try to get a small convo out of you to wake up fully and pay attention.

• he brings sweets and drinks to secretly snack on during class to keep you awake.

• definitely holds your hand underneath the table.

• if the teacher calls you for a question , he’d immediately answer it for you and play it off as the smart guy antics.

• orr

• he would quickly write the answer on a piece of paper and show it to you.

• now with this man its giving academic rivals.

• if satan does better than you he will gloat about it and do that annoying smirk he does , but he’s soft for you so head pats ! to make you feel better.

• if you both tie , expect grumbling and complaining but it wouldn’t even last 3 seconds before you both forget about it and just debate on something else.

• if you do better he wouldn’t even be mad about it and instead be proud , like damn you just beat one of the smartest demons.

• satan will absolutely bring you to a cat cafe to celebrate and yes , nothing other than a cat cafe.

• jk though , he’ll definitely bring you to a place you want to go first. [ THEN , the cat cafe. ]

• he’s a cheesy romantic so he’ll probably pack lunch for you and leave it on your desk anonymously if you have to stay back for that day.

• he leaves flowers and notes too.

• it’s either everyone or no one knows its him theres no in between.

• another one that would bring sweets and stuff to class to munch on.

• you’d catch him staring very often , you don’t know why but it’s an instinct or something like he’s the most obvious one.

• he’d either blush or smirk , depending on his mood.

• he probably loves classes that has anything to do with discussions about topics , debating and the human world.

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#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me x you #requests are open #obey me x gender neutral reader #shall we date obey me #obey me x mc #obey me imagines

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lamonnaie · 7 months

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GMMTV 2024 Bingo

it's the eve of gmmtv 2024(.5) so perfect time for bingo. I made one for predictions and one for wishlist (there's plenty in the predictions that i'm rlly hoping for too, but i didn't want too many overlaps 😅).

credit to @icouldhyperfixatehim for the template! :)

Some thoughts about my cards because apparently i can't shut up:

I definitely think they have gl series planned for the near future but idk if they would announce them now given 23.5 hasn't even aired yet. The whole split announcement thing seems to be to gauge audience reception, so possibly gl in part 2 to ride off of 23.5? its in my bingo anyway

Winnysatang series is essentially confirmed and i don't think it's a high school series purely based on how much satang's been going to the gym lately lmao i mean it might just be his choice, but i choose to take anything and everything as hints 😌

I think most of us have seen the fk + p'new rumours which.. yeah 😬 (still not over what they did to between us <//3)

i want a fluke pusit + thor comeback because they were insane in the warp effect, but lbr that's not happening lol. But I've been seeing the Thor + fluke nattanon (from project alpha) stuff lately soooo 👀? i'm honestly kinda hyped for that too

saw whispers of jossgawin and i'm so on board actually (didn't think and still don't rlly think joss would do a bl so they might just be in the same project, but still, the rumours are rumouring)

random marcpawin revival in 2023 surely wasn't for nothing right? i think they're gonna be a side couple in a show again next year (same for aouboom who gmm has actually been trying to rlly launch for a couple years 🤞 will they ever get to pillar status? here's hoping because i rlly like them <3)

i know jojo doesn't have any projects in part 1 and a couple of the actors i mentioned aren't even in the lineup, but i can't be bothered figuring it out so i guess some of this will just extend to part 2 :)

i really wanna see neomark again as leads, but i don't actually think we're gonna get mark in a bl (or at least as a cp) in part 1. Markford was obviously very successful because of msp, but i think neomark has more longevity (although idk if mark would be put in a set cp like that). Definitely think gmm wants to gauge the response to neomark more as only friends finishes up.

loved joong in the warp effect and i think he should just kiss everyone (hence joong harem) (joong dating show perhaps) i never rlly got into any of joongdunk's shows although i do love them as a pair outside of the series, so i kinda wanna see both of them act with different people (gmm give me ponddunk pls)

honestly joongdunk could be rlly good if u take them out of the same goddamn uni plotline every time 😭😭

lbr gmm's totally gonna try to recreate msp/gem4th's success with a new rookie pair. i do think msp was lightning in a bottle, so will this reach the same status? not likely, but only time will tell.

guys ohmnani look so good together you don't understand (i know the bl won't actually happen for various reasons but just look at them 😩😩)

i don't rlly have a lot of predictions nor wishes regarding actual concepts because i am uncreative and unoriginal 👍 Overall i do want something more exciting/less tropey though.

Also can you tell I just wanna see ohm in every show ever hajskdj

#see not a single thing be correct tomorrow lol #gmmtv 2024

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 4 months

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Hellooo ^^ Long time no see (and also apologies for the radio silence). I've recently been noseying around your OC tag and loved what I've seen of Kalagna Brosca and Neira Surana 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 So, if I may, for them & also for Var'Renan and Noya (whom I already know better but am also pondering from time to time), may I request Friendship and Future? Feel free to pick and choose between OCs ^^ And have a lovely day!!

[ask game]

Heyy, it's good to see you! :D Of course you may, it makes me happy to hear you enjoy them! <33

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

Neira: She is actually Really Bad at making new friends because she usually keeps to herself a lot and worries too much, so her getting on with practically all her travelling companions was quite the change. As a friend she is very supportive and a good listener, always happy to lend an ear and to offer help where she can. On the flip side it can be very annoying to get her to do the same for herself, but well. Honestly all the friends she's made during the blight are important in different ways, but Alistair's friendship is at the top. During the blight they were very close and big anchors for each other, and part of that bond stays even when they start to grow apart. Before that was Jowan, who was her only close friend in the tower.

Kala: Even worse at making friends than Neira lmao but she is entirely fine with this. The few friends that she has are more than enough for her, and she cares about them deeply. As a friend Kala is, first and foremost, unwaveringly loyal. And protective. Not in a coddling way, but in a "i will prioritise your wellbeing over anyone else's Always" way. Rica was by far the most important person in her life, and still is, to an extent. As much as they hated separating, the forced distance actually made their relationship way more healthy. Alistair has become an equally important person in her life, and Zevran isn't far behind.

Noya: She's that proactive friend who tries to get you involved in events or drags you along for shenanigans. Can be A Lot but really just wants to share their excitement and wants to make their friends feel involved. Reactions to her are definitely split; she can be intense and pushy and there were more than enough people in the alienage who gave her her wide berth for her troublemaker reputation. If she likes you though you can be absolutely sure that she has your back. She is very close with both her cousins, although she can't deny that Shianni is her favourite. Yes, even though she fought with her more than with anyone else.

Var'renan: The friend who is dubbed the Sensible friend but is actually just as bad. ...Ok maybe he's a little more sensible. Or at least they have a decent judgement of when to stop before things go Too bad. And then when you go through with it anyway they will stand by and tell you "i told you so." Will still defend you in front of the Keeper though. And yes all of this is mostly in reference to Taren lol. The two of them were inseparable and there were teasing whispers about them boding, but there was never any romantic intention between them. After being conscripted Morrigan was the first person to make them open up and feel less isolated, and he hates that they parted ways on bad terms.

Future: Is there anyone your OC is looking forward to meeting or to seeing again? Who? What might that meeting or reunion look like?

Neira: She never saw Jowan again after Redcliffe, and part of her really wishes she could meet again and apologise. She feels guilty about what happened to him, but she also just. Misses her oldest friend.

Kala: She never got close to many people in the first place so there aren't any people who she misses/wants to see, really. She was desperate to see Rica again after being conscripted and that reunion went better than she could have hoped (she half expected Rica to be dead, so seeing her alive and well and with child lifted a huge weight of her heart)

Noya: After Duncan took her away, the one thing she wanted was get back to her family. When she was finally there, the reunion was... about as bad as she expected, but not in the way she expected? The situation was bad but she didn't anticipate it feeling so bad as well, in that moment. After all that is dealt with, since Warden duties keep her away from home a lot, she is happy to see her father and cousins and childhood friends again whenever she can. And she'd love to get to see Sten again sometime!

Var'renan: Well. The one person they wanted to see again the most was Tamlen, and we all know how that turned out :') Apart from that probably Merrill; if they met Renan would have very mixed feelings about her eluvian project though. Provided they survive, they also have an urge to find Morrigan again after hearing the rumours about a roaming witch. Which.. wasn't something he realised he wanted this badly. He isn't even sure why; revenge? closure? an explanation?

#so many wardens!! >:] perfect timing tbh cos i've been hearing the sirens call of dao again fsjdlfsgfd #i maybe lied a little about jowan being neiras only friend bc ive been rotating an amell in my brain but they arent really solidified y #*yet #but who knows!#also can you tell... i get very attached to the warden origin characters.......#oc ask game/ my answers #my ocs #oc: neira surana #oc: kalagna brosca #oc: noya tabris #oc: var'renan mahariel #ty again! hope you have a nice day too!! <3 #i really gotta catch up on your guys too x'd

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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For the SamBucky Touch Prompt Event…

39.

40. Rubbing the other’s sides. 😂 sorry Hun I’ve lost a fic where this happens and have been trying to remember what else happened in that fic for weeks. One of the other prompts on your list could fit this but I didn’t want to give guidelines although adding a whole different prompt might be worse. Sorry!🫢😳💜💜💜

Thank you!

Thank you so much for the extra prompt, @elektraking! 🥰 😂 This goes with the prompt theme, so I'm excited for this 😆 I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰 And I'm sorry, this drabble came out a bit angsty 😅

CONTENT WARNING: This fic contains talk of Riley's death.

Prompt 3: Rubbing the Other's Side

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Sam watched Bucky stumble off the skyscraper in horror. Sam couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.

He thought about Rhodey falling out of the sky. How he flew down but he couldn't do it. Sam couldn't reach Rhodey before he hit the ground in a crater.

Sam thought about Riley.

Riley.

Who had been joking with Sam moments before. Who had kept asking Sam out over and over again. Sam would always smile and tell him, "Next time."

There was never a next time.

There were screams. Blood-curdling screams over Sam's comms as Riley burned alive in the sky. Fell to his death like an angel forsaken. Sam could do nothing. It was as if Sam was up there just to watch.

Not again.

Sam wasn't letting a loved one fall again.

Sam didn't remember how he cleared his path. One minute, there were a dozen Hydra cronies surrounding him, and the next he was bulldozing his way towards the edge of the building.

Sam could hear voices over the comms. The voices became static as Sam's brain zeroed in on Bucky's terrified screams.

Sam didn't know how he got there. How he flew as fast as he did. All he knew was that once he was in swinging distance of Bucky, he searched for any purchase he could get and found a firm grip on the sides of Bucky's tactical jacket. Sam slowed their descent to the ground as he landed them on their feet.

All he could see was the awe in Bucky's eyes as if he never expected anyone to save him. All he could hear was Bucky whispering, "You caught me."

"Yeah," Sam said in a daze, "I did."

Sam remembered that this had to be cathartic for Bucky too. Bucky kept falling off of high places with no one catching him.

"Our traumas complement each other," Sam blurted, his face heating up.

Bucky choked out a laugh.

"I don't think we're supposed to say that out loud," said Bucky in a tone that definitely agreed with Sam's statement.

Distantly, Sam knew he was rubbing Bucky's sides as if to make sure that all of this was real. Bucky placed his hands over Sam's, gently moving them to frame his face. Even in gloves, Sam could feel Bucky's scratchy scruff.

"I'm here," said Bucky brokenly as he moved his hands away from Sam's and wiped tears from Sam's eyes, "You saved me. We're okay."

When had Sam started crying?

"I did. I saved you," gasped Sam, feeling more tears coming as he felt Bucky pull him into a tight hug.

Sam had done it. He saved someone he loved from a fall. Sam fell apart in Bucky's arms, sobbing into Bucky's shoulder. Sam was relieved. He was overwhelmed. He had saved someone he loved from a fall.

He could hear Yelena and Joaquín panicking over the comms, asking if they were both okay.

Sam stepped away from Bucky and collected himself.

"We're okay," said Sam, his relief stark, "We'll be up there in a moment."

"Hey, Sam?" asked Bucky as Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky.

"Yes?" said Sam as he prepared his wings for flight.

"Would you like to go out on a date with me after this mission?" asked Bucky.

Sam kissed Bucky senseless.

"Of course I would," said Sam to a dazed Bucky, trying his best not to focus on Bucky's kiss swollen lips as he flew them back towards the fight.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. If you’d like me to write a drabble based on a prompt of you’re choosing, look at the prompts and send me one via ask! 🥰

#thank you so much for the prompt elektraking 🥰#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky drabble #sambucky touch prompt event #sambucky pride month event #mission fic #some angst #getting together #sam saves bucky from a fall #yelena belova #joaquín torres #rhodey #riley #sorry for the feels 😅#drabble 3 #rubbing the other's side

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heta-fraulein · 1 year

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Rough Sketches

A/N: Prepared for @hwsrarepairweek2022 for the prompt: Writer & Artist. It’s nothing much really and it’s rather corny if I am being honest. I simply couldn’t hold back any ideas I got for the prompt and went rather overboard with it. <3 there are more coming!!

pairing: Norway x Belarus, mentions of Germany//Ukraine, Denmark//NyoFinland.

word count: 3,841

Warning: cringe attempt at poetry.

summary:

you meet inspiration in the most bizarre or unique ways, perhaps this was one of them and Natalya hoped to have many more in the far off future.

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The faint sunlight pooled around her desk, highlighting her messy set of papers, some pens, sharp pencils and a sketching book she had taken with her that day. In case of boredom or a dose of inspiration.

She rubs a messy sketch and sighs deeply, narrowing eyes set on the paper just itching to be filled below her eraser. It’s not that Natalya was often moody- somewhat antisocial? Yes that was certainly- but she hadn’t planned to come here at all.

Of course she would never choose to leave her homely and a cozy abode; her hotel room, in the name of inspiration or motivation for that matter.

It was her elder sister, Kateryna, who had dragged her out of her room, when she had tried to reason with using her sketching sessions as an excuse and also a valid reason, all she got was a stern stare with a slight pout,

“Well you would definitely get more motivated in the lounging room~, staying all cooped up would do you no good! Maybe you could meet another artist”,

After that, she had gotten a lecture about how having picked up painting as a hobby during her long years; the great outdoors and mingling with people, had been great sources for her art. With saying that Kateryna placed her supplies on a table near an opened window and gave a beaming smile.

As much as Natalya could have turned around and left, something in her never failed to stir whenever her sister gave that smile of hers.

That’s how she ended up wanting to smash her head against the table; not wanting to upset her sister, who so cheerfully conversed with Ludwig just near the coffee machine. She opted to glare at her sister and her crush for a moment, to give her brain some stimulation.

After a while, other morning risers (although it was about to be afternoon, the rest would be be sleeping after the meeting they have had), began arriving and generally just going about their conversations with their friends.

She noticed that most of them were the Nordic nations, being greeted by the couple she was glaring at, usually paying no mind to the group but Natalya had a tendency to be aware towards her sister’s interactions, a habit picked up besides sketching.

Kateryna seemed to be close with them, and noticing that eased up her nerves quite a bit, Ludwig slowly placed his hand near her sister’ back, muttering something near her ear, in turn she moved towards him with a puzzling, flushed expression.

Natalya slightly smirked at the interaction, lately she had noticed how Ludwig was getting more closer to her. Bringing her a coffee after a meeting, admiring her paintings, driving around to different places whenever they visited a different country or even opting to bake with her. He was very attentive towards her and caring too.

Maybe they both were getting closer; as Ivan had whispered to her after he decided to spy on them on their ‘dates’, (badly) disguised in a long beard and sunglasses. She would have joined too, just for the fun of it, maybe she would have joined their date too as a third wheel.

Humming Natalya tapped her rubber lightly towards the empty paper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and with furrowed brows, turned the paper around.

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“You know, time zones sure do suck a whole lot!”,

Mathias let out a boisterous laughter after his comment, followed by giggles and low muttering of agreements.

Besides him, Lukas puts his roughbook down, keenly looking around the table, mostly at the ‘couple’ they have lately grown accustomed to.

They were pleasant and thoughtful to converse with so he didn’t really mind. If anything, he found them both to be a charming pair or maybe that was just the poet within him.

His curious eyes follow Kateryna as she sets down her cup of coffee, still giggling slightly and nods towards Britte with widened eyes,

“Honestly you should ask Britte about the sleepy state Alfred was in; about to fall down the stairs if she wouldn’t have grabbed him in the last second”,

The Finnish woman nods with a wide grin, sipping her coffe, head tilting in thought. Ludwig tried hard not to snort at the image but fails in doing so making Mathias grin with content,

“Mathew wasn’t so good either, I was lucky enough to catch Alfred, do you know how heavy and muscled that boy is? Goodness”,

She shakes her head recalling the memory, giving Mathias a knowing look as he grins, flexing his muscles and directing a wink towards her.

“Not as me right?”, he asks humorously and she gives him a slap on the back as an answer, both of them chuckling with amusement.

Across from Britte, the blonde Ukrainian lady prompts her chin down on her palm and absentmindedly stirred her coffee,

“To be fair”, she takes a generous sip of her coffee, “Matthew isn’t muscular as Alfred, I would say. Sure a strong boy but even I could have caught him myself y’know!”,

Kateryna jokingly proceeded to copy Mathias’ movements and flexed her arm as well, making the man snort while drinking his coffee. She then suddenly grabbed Ludwig’s elbow, his confused face seemingly adorable to the lady, who then pinched his cheek,

“If it were Ludwig tho, this tank of a man, I wouldn’t have bothered at all”,

Ludwig blushed and gave an embarrassed smile as laughter followed the statement, although it was quite a compliment admittedly. Mathias gave a nudge to his foot and subtly winked towards him, making the man confused and somewhat excited.

That was the face of a troublemaker indeed. And it was alway a delight too.

The Danish man took a wide finishing gulp of his coffee and slammed his empty cup down the table, drawing attention towards him and somewhat the few occupants of the lounging room,

“So, Kateryna,” the lady and along with his lover stared at him with a puzzled expression, Lukas prayed he wouldn’t say anything dumb but still raised his eyebrow with curiosity, Ludwig proceeded to finish his remaining piece of a croissant, nonetheless focused on the situation.

“I take it you like a man with some strong muscles huh?”,

Ludwig chokes harshly and gladly takes the glass of water passed by Britte, who was now grinning at a blushing form of Kateryna, Mathias silently cheers at the desired reaction and once again begins to nudge Ludwig beneath the table.

Heading towards them from the kitchen, Berwald emerges with a tray of croissants and some other baked stuff, confused at the situation. Beside him, Emil looks unimpressed as ever and Lily holding his hand, seems to be quite curious.

“Well, it sure does help, no?”, Kateryna finally comments with a cheerful voice and places a hand on Ludwig’s shoulder, the man now blushing as red as a tomato from the contact and her contented smile,

Adorable. Really. Now kiss already.

Lukas lets out a snort of amusement at his own thoughts and shakes his head at the Dane’s behavior, he can be ridiculously nosy with other people’s love lives, and sadly that included his as well.

Berwald places the tray on the table and bends down to whisper something to Lukas’ ear. The latter then gets up, excusing himself from the group, Berwald now taking his seat besides Mathias.

“My man”, Lukas visibly shows his deadpanned eyes filled with dismay as Mathias slams a hand on his back, “when are you getting yourself a lady huh? Look at you— your hair’s turning grey—“,

Mathias is harshly cut off by Berwald, the man who he definitely owed a favor to, tugging at his collar. Followed by cursing and a series of whining, taking his cue Lukas gives a smirk towards them and walks away, with his book in hand, towards a certain lonesome lady.

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Natalya was hoping to draw something mystical, she had drawn some flowers— wow so original— and some sketches of her cat. Although what she did not expect for her hands to do was the fact that-,

“I must say; I am quite flattered”,

Lukas wryly grins at her faint exasperated expression, placing a hand near her sketchbook and staring at her product. A sketch which clearly appeared to be him, drinking his cup of coffee, writing something on his book with a calming expression, it was quite rough but had a beauty to it which appeared so soothing to look at.

“If you wanted an inspiration that badly, I would have been honored to help you. I do have a mystical appearance as people say”,

He continued rambling, his tone light and teasing, the sketching was amazing. And honestly he was beyond impressed at the raw talent displayed all over the page.

“Oh really”, Natalya almost stammered and innerly cursed herself. This was so embarrassing! Great, her sister would never give her a piece of mind after this. Not to mention, now everyone would be bothering and teasing her after this.

And she preferred to be left alone with her works, these were precious and personal to her. It wasn’t something to display so openly to everyone else.

Lukas frowns as she slams her book shut, Feigning an innocent expression, he slightly smirks as she turns towards him with an irritated glare,

“I was actually looking for an inspiration regarding trolls”, She looked up and down over his form and then gave a pleased smirk of her own at his deadpanned face, with a sharp raise of her eyebrow.

“You would fit the role perfectly”.

Lukas grumbled and crossed his arms, shuffling on his feet, his eyes though remained on the sketchbook she had closed earlier. Curiosity gnawing at his heart and mind alike, fingers gripping his book tightly, itching to write.

Natalya opens the book again, only to quickly turn to a fresh page and tap it with a pencil, biting her lip and trying her hardest to ignore the man standing next to her. She was not nervous. dammit.

She decides to simply ignore him. I mean maybe Kateryna was done conversing and would drag her to some other places, but she could see her sister enjoying herself with her group of friends.

And it was a genuine happiness she had seen from her, bold and clear laughter could be heard along with her expressive voice. Natalya sometimes wished she could have that as well, a genuine closeness with people she could trust.

Ludwig was a hard man to trust for her. But he had been patient and always respectful towards her, even his brother was the same. They both conversed about several things and never crossed their limits with each other.

A money of brief silence passes between them until Lukas decides to gracefully break it,

“You gave me wings”,

Natalya’s pencil comes to a halt as she slowly turns towards him with a deadpanned face, ignoring her heart beating vigorously against her chest.

This was really stupid.

“It was nothing”,

“Faint, but quite visible, it gave a mystical look. I am really…. glad that I got to see it”, he mumbles now, voice on the low as his eyes scan at her present sketch. Huh, a butterfly, a very elaborate one at that.

There’s a shudder when she breathes and finally with a sigh, Natalya turns towards him. Directly looking at him in the eyes.

And Lukas feels it.

The absolute raw emotions and feelings which shine in her eyes, there’s melancholy and a longing for something that cannot be reached. There’s something in her expression, unreadable, yet it’s trying to display a sense of familiarity.

It’s a closure of a messed up soul, calling for someone who does not seem to be trustful. Or maybe it’s herself she does not trust, with her messy emotions and flurry of feelings which brews a storm, always aching within her bones.

She does not trust herself to not break, the moment someone touches her with love she has craved and longed for all along.

Lukas shakes his head, turning away from her, he doesn’t notice her stare soften or her hand clenching the pencil at the moment.

There’s a tense feeling between them, he simply doesn’t know how else to explain it. Or his feelings right now for that matter. He tries to calm down the rush of a burning feeling on his chest.

Once again, his hands itch to write something and the grip around his book tightens.

He tries, he does, he fails.

Perhaps.

“Her petals wilt at the edges”,

Natalya, once again looks at him with those same eyes, seeming to hold so much at once.

Lukas pretends to think, stroking his chin and whimsically staring out of the window. However his mind was scrambling for words to spill already.

“A Rose?…. Hm, yes, she was a rose”,

The lady in question gives an unimpressed raise of her eyebrow and continue to stare at her drawing of a butterfly.

“Her heart blooms,

Or tries to,

Desperately beating,

And hopelessly bleeding”,

He drums his fingers on the table now, trying hard enough to describe the image present on his mind. It was hard to do so. But he could almost explain it, the words seem to weigh heavily on his tongue.

“A rose and then a heart? How romantic”, Natalya murmurs and gives him a side eye, although dare he say, she almost seemed to be interested in what he was trying to convey.

He gives a disdainful sigh and places his book on the table, which she decides to take a complete look at, eyes on a hunting spree for any secret she could find. There was none.

It wasn’t really his journal, just a rough book he had picked up along the way.

Though the last entry seemed to catch her attention quite well, with a whispery voice she reads out the lines,

“A rose

Yes

She was a rose

A rose who wilted

Waiting for one

Who dared to grasp

Her thorns

— A rose”

Lukas shrugs and rubs his neck awkwardly, “I once read that somewhere”, he admits. He wasn’t going to take credit of something he didn’t write obviously.

A finger lightly traces the lines, deep purple eyes look up at him with a hint of growing curiosity,

“Oh? What did you write it down for?”,

“An inspiration, you could say”, He simply answers with that to her question. It was true, sometimes someone else’s writings motivates and inspires him to create something new and with a hint of familiarity.

“Similar to being inspired by a sketch?”,

“Well yes, of course”,

Natalya hums and turns the pages of the book, trying to read every inch of whatever was written. It was charming, to have someone be so interested in wanting to read what you have written.

“I was never good with words, never doing me any good, making me feel more confused to describe what I felt, it was frustrating; trying to find words which could explain what I always wanted to”,

She tells and he listens.

“I could never reach out, the only comfort I could find in, was to make things that I could understand myself and that was through art. I did what I wanted to and it displayed it perfectly, with its raw scars ever present”,

There’s an understanding silence stretching between them.

“So you closed yourself in? Because you could never truly express yourself through words?“,

She doesn’t answer but yet he knows.

“Could you describe me? As you were doing so before, I would like to hear it”,

Natalya closes his book delicately, and folds her hand on her lap. A series of words run through Lukas’ mind once again and he almost stutters, similar to a pen drying up.

There’s a comforting silence and Lukas almost doesn’t want to break it, but she has asked him to and he wanted to comply.

“She was a rose

Wilted at the edges

Black as coal

Yet she blooms forevermore

Against the brewing cold

Which freezes her to the core”,

Think you idiot.

“Struggling against the frost

Against the encircled thorns

A heart desperately

Trying to bloom and beating

Weeps silently and keeps locked

All the burdening sorrows”,

He sees her nodding, eyebrows scrunched together now. She seems to be more intrigued in whatever he was saying, although it was corny.

Once again, he takes a deep breath now. Trying to think of something unique to describe her as, or even himself for that matter, both of them weren’t so different after all as he would have thought before.

Natalya had always been a mystery to Lukas at first; sharp and indifferent to her surroundings and other people. Blunt and clear with her words, never to back down form her point of perspectives. Cold and distant from everyone else, except her siblings, occasionally Felix and his newfound date, Sophia.

Kateryna had always complimented her sister, even though she appeared to be rude towards her. Always willing to defend her image and striving to make her mingle with other people.

He could see why was that so. It was somewhat similar to Britte and Mathias wanting to make him come ‘out of his shell’, though he was content with his relations with other people with how they were without any bothersome issues.

Natalya wasn’t a bothersome person, if anything she was quite calm, and very guarded about herself.

“She was a star

So distant and so far

Unreachable and untouchable

Shimmering as a dagger

As a lonesome tear

Riddled with scars

Almost could pierce your heart”,

His words come out slow and he puts on a thoughtful look on his face, head tilted and his eyes wander towards the artists sitting beside him, doodling something as he starts forming his own thoughts into solid words,

“That’s enough thinking for today”,

There’s a awkward cough from him as he stammers inaudibly, trying not to lose his cool composure. Damn it, out of all the times in the world it had to be now that his brain stops working?

Natalya completely turns towards him and gives a lopsided smirk, there’s an ease in her composure at the moment. Her eyes no longer narrowed and shimmering with amusement, he doesn’t know.

“Well yes, I should….”,

Lukas trails off as he notices the pretty star drawn on his book, it was rougher than her previous sketches and yet never failed to look so beautiful nonetheless. To be fair, it was drawn fairly quickly, he had to give her credit for that.

A small smile forms on his face and the Belarusian noticeably flushes, her cheeks a shade of red. She gives a firm nod with a hint of a smile, closing his book gently and slides it towards him.

“So much for inspiration”,

Natalia states dryly, giving him a sly smile, he rolls his eyes playfully and grabs his book. There’s a silent goodbye between the both of them, which they are glad for, there wasn’t a need for words anymore.

For now that is.

Lukas feels her stare on his back as he leaves on his way and doesn’t miss the way his heart flutters similar to the wings of a butterfly.

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“Natalya~~ so did you get motivated?? It’s such a lovely weather today, let’s hang out somewhere nearby!”,

The sound of Kateryna’s voice is loud enough to rouse her awake from her thoughts, stretching her back for a moment, she quickly gathers her supplies and gets up from her seat.

“I wouldn’t mind that sister”,

There’s a flash of a surprised look on Kateryna’s face at the reply but it’s quickly gone and replaced with a calm expression.

She then notices a covered cup which is offered to her, Natalya raises a brow at her sister who only gives a silent shrug of her shoulders. Taking the warm cup, she nods thankfully and doesn’t really mind when her sister wraps her arm around her and grabs Ludwig’s hand with the other.

“It would be wonderful, no? Ludwig, you could invite your brother and Francine as well!~ maybe the Nordics could come too”,

“Of course, it would be my pleasure”.

Ludwig stared at her fondly for a moment and a soft smile graces his face, this is the moment which Natalya notices and a slight twist forms in her heart at the scene.

But it isn’t painful. It almost feels like hope.

She truly hoped, that one day someone would stare at her as if she was an art itself as well. So gentle and filled with adoration.

The coffee tastes sweet and it’s quite lovely on her tongue.

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Lukas pays no mind towards Mathias as he keeps bothering him with questions he doesn’t care enough to answer.

“So, got any luck with the ladies yet?”,

He grips his phone and rolls his eyes at the Dane’s question, who no doubt snuck alcohol into the cafeteria lounge. Couldn’t he head to the bar made specifically for that purpose?

“Man”, he burps loudly and Lukas stares at him with utter dissatisfaction and disappointment, ”you should have told me you had a crush on Kat, I mean going for her sister when that didn’t work out—“,

Lukas couldn’t help but stare at the man with disdain, really he was one of his closest friends, he was joking right?

“I could have hooked you both up fr, know what I am saying?”,

Alas he wasn’t about to get answer from the Norwegian as Britte came up behind him with also a disappointed frown and swiftly slammed the man’s head on the table, almost knocking him up unconscious.

“Done! Ah, I should have known he would end up getting drunk, so sorry about that Lukas. He just cares about you a lot haha”,

The Finnish woman gives a beaming smile, pulling a groaning Mathias up from his seat and dragging him towards the hotel rooms. He would be fine, the pair were apparently made of steel.

Lukas wasn’t joking, it was indeed a testified confirmed fact. Both of them got frequently in danger in the name of ‘fun dating time’ just for the thrill.

Huh.

His life was a full on comedy and a romantic flick, it seemed.

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Natalya smiles at the setting sun as she lays her down against the cool window pane, the radio on the low and the car speeding up on the road.

Ludwig is the one driving, with her sister on the passenger seat chatting up with Francine and Gilbert, she was sitting besides Madeline, who appeared to be rather solemn, in the far back. Content with the background noise for once.

‘Maybe you can meet an another artist!’

Huh.

So her sister wasn’t so wrong after all, Maybe she should give this thing a try, just for a dose of inspiration and motivation, of course. Nothing more or less.

Yes, just for a good source for inspiration, indeed.

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