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Kid Loki saying “I hope they know what they’re doing” and cutting to Sylvie saying “I don’t know how to do this” and Loki saying “I don’t even know what we’re doing”
#I don’t think they know what they’re doing your honour#iconic really#sylvie laufeydottir#loki friggason#sylki#kid loki
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List of “mix of random dialogue and non-dialogue, smut and non-smut” prompts
“I’m a mess because of you.” “You’re my mess.” “I’m… I’m your mess.” (FUCKING HELLO BITCH DO NOT- WLKFNFKLN I’ll get on my knees for you, my love—)
“That’s my baby girl/baby boy.” (Can he just— HEWOQKNFWKELNF)
“You look so hot like that.”
“God, you turn me on so much.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come—” Character B whimpers, hips bucking into Character A’s. “Mm, yeah? Then come for me,” Character A murmurs, stroking their fingers through Character B’s hair. (The noises he made as he came undone were SO FUCKING HOT BYE. those WHIMPERS?? FUCKING DELICIOUSSSSS LET ME HEAR MORE OF THEM, I BEG- ALSO WHO KNEW I HAD IT IN ME TO SAY THAT TO SOMEONE LMFAO, “then come for me” WQBHRELWJKNEWF BITCH. GET OUTTT-)
Those sweet little noises Character B tries so hard to suppress but is unable to as they come undone.
“I’m such a fucking wreck right now…”
“Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” (FUCKIFKSKSKKSKSKS WHEN HE SAID THAT AND I WAS LIKE LKENFKLEWNF-)
“I love you so much,” Character B murmurs, hugging Character A closer to them. (🥹🥹🥹 HE SAID IT HE SAID IT HE SAID ITTT 😭 He’s said it over text before but now it’s in person and I’m actually gonna WEEP EWKLNFWEEFN)
“I love you for you, and I’m going to continue to love you. I’ll always love and support you no matter what,” Character B reassures after Character A spills out their anxieties and worries to them about a situation they’ve been so, so scared to tell them about; scared of how Character B would react. (…I’m just going to say I love this man so much.)
“When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this,” Character A murmurs, slowly grinding their hips down against Character B’s. Character B grins up at them, hands wrapped around their thighs, squeezing gently. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?”
Character A not knowing how sensitive their breasts are until Character B pays full attention to them with their mouth. (…I WILL NOT SAY ANYTHING ELSE BUT FUCK YES—)
Character A tearing up as they try to be vulnerable with Character B, and Character B reassuring them by telling them they can take their time and it’s okay if they can’t say it right now; that they can say it when they’re ready.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so enamoured by someone,” Character A murmurs, caressing Character B’s face. (I’M A POETIC SIMP, WHAT CAN I SAY—)
“Fuck, why are you— Mmh— why are you doing this to me?”
“We can take things as slow as you want. I want you to be comfortable, and as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.” (PLEASE WJDJJS IM CRYING AHH, how’d I get someone so sweet sjkdms)
“We can rent a hotel somewhere… You can be as loud as you want then, hm?” (HE’S JUST FUCKING OUT HERE, YOUR HONOUR!!)
“Fuck me,” Character A whimpers as Character B’s hips picks up with speed. “I could if you wanted me to,” Character B grunts. (SIR- FUCK OFF ISTFGGG)
Character B placing their hand on Character A’s thigh while they’re sitting down.
Character B wrapping their arm around Character A’s shoulders and pulling them closer to them, letting Character A rest their head on their shoulder.
Character B leaning in for a kiss and Character A shyly leaning in to give them a quick peck on the lips.
“Whatever I do, I’ll always be adorable to you, won’t I? Even if I do the most heinous shit known to mankind—” “Yes. Yes, you’ll always be adorable to me.”
“You sure you don’t wanna close the blinds? People outside could see us…” “Trust me, they won’t.” (this FUCKING GUY, but I guess he wasn’t wrong after I took a closer look at the blinds—)
“You’re enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?” Character B teases, watching through hooded lids as Character A rides them while clothed. “Does it look like I am?” Character A questions, breathless.
“You just… You make me happy.” (YOU DO TOO, MY LOVE <333)
“You’ve always been so caring and supportive of me so I don’t know why I doubted you… I’m sorry.”
Character A being ticklish on their neck whenever Character B plants soft feather like kisses there, so Character B plants even more soft kisses there, turning Character A into a giggling mess.
Kisses on the eyelids. (The softest shit EVER)
“Didn’t realise your objective was to get into my pants all this time,” Character B teases, and Character A rolls their eyes, a breathless laugh leaving them. “You know that’s not true. I think you’re the one who has the objective of getting into my pants,” Character A throws back. Character B shakes their head with a chuckle. “That’s not true.”
“How are we gonna manage being away from each other for a whole month?” Character A murmurs softly. “Mmmh, we’ll somehow manage,” Character B reassures, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair.
“How are you going to manage without this for a whole month?” Character B questions as Character A grinds down on them. “I don’t think I fucking will is the thing,” Character A admits, unabashedly.
Character B moving Character A’s hair out of their face to plant gentle kisses on their face.
Character B laying their head on Character A’s stomach and Character A fondly saying to them, “You’re such a baby,” while carding their fingers through their hair.
Character B snuggling up next to Character A, post-orgasm. (SIRRRR- PEHFLKEWNELKWNF)
Character A moaning Character B’s name and Character B losing their self-restraint over it. (Maybe I did it on purpose to turn him on—)
#long post#tried adding comments under the “keep reading tag” as footnotes but that didn't work out very well so here we are e;lfgmlr;emf#based on personal experience HEHEHAHAGAHA#im running out of names for these lists ffs#cat guy chronicles#just realised a lot of this is smutty than not-smutty lmfao#smut prompts#suggestive prompts#dialogue prompts#fluff prompts#otp prompts#writing scenarios#writing prompts
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Now,
I don’t know who it should be.
But I need a pervy roommate fic with a JJK man.
It’s so necessary to better our society.
- 🪞
nonnie ur so right and for whatever reason this is screaming choso to me
warnings: 18+ MDNI, virgin!choso, masturbation mention (m + f), sex toy use (m + f), jealousy, panty theft, slight voyeurism?, lovesick choso.
words: .8k
You love Choso, you always have. People often think he’s a loser because he’s so quiet. But you know better. He’s your best friend, after all! You’re joined at the hip, too. That’s why when you got to college, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to live together.
He regrets it, though.
He doesn’t regret getting to spend each and everyday with you. In fact, he hates it when you’re apart. He loves it when you finish classes and come home to study with him, helping you stay focused and on track while you sit beside him.
He loves it when you’re sleepy. You’ll rest your head on his shoulder while you’re doing your coursework or watching a movie together on the couch and drift off to sleep so suddenly. He loves how sweet you always smell when you’re so close to him. Like perfume and chocolate, you’ve always had a sweet tooth.
What he does hate, however, is when you bring guys home.
He can admit, it’s rare. Boys aren’t at the top of your list of priorities, but even you sometimes need a release. What he hates most is the boys that you pick. They’re all useless and never make you cum. Your pornographic moans are as fake as the majority of the videos he sees online. Loud and overcompensating as you pander to the men you bestow the honour of enjoying the heaven he can only imagine between your legs.
Choso is a virgin, but he knows he could make you cum for real.
He knows you fake it because when your partners leave, he always hears the gentle buzz of your vibrator whirring as you sink it between your dripping folds.
And the sound of your real moans are like a symphony. It’s a sound he could recite from memory because he thinks of it so often. He imagines the grey head of your wand harshly vibrating against your clit. He knows it’s grey, because he snuck into your room with the sole purpose of finding it.
Invading your privacy is wrong, sure, but he needed a better mental image of what you do to yourself so that he can imagine it clearly when he gets off. He even tried it himself, teasing his length and his tip until he quickly doused your toy in hot white sperm.
He cleaned it after, of course, but it really gets him off knowing he’s stained your favourite toy, and you use it on yourself almost every day.
He loves how you didn’t question him when your favourite pair of panties went missing. Why would he take them? Well, the answer to that is simple. Because he knew you’d failed to remove them when you masturbated one day and went in the shower right after. The sticky seat of your panties smelt and tasted like heaven.
He came into them again and again and again until he had nothing left to give. You didn’t even blink when you found them in your underwear drawer, fresh and clean, and put them on the very next day.
He wished they were dirty, though. The thought of you walking around all day with his kids rubbing against your pussy lips made him harder than you could begin to imagine.
One day he’ll confess his feelings to you, and you’ll experience all of the love and pleasure he has to offer. But for now, being your perverted roommate is enough. Of course sinking his cock into your pretty cunt would be better than fucking his fist.
But he can’t deny the sick sort of pleasure he gets from you being so clueless.
Clueless about what a perv he is.
© 2023 rinhaler
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This is my first ever time requesting and i feel a tad nervous about it. Since i don’t know how the whole thing works.
Okay so i've seen in your previous posts that you said you don't write for barty jr as a central character but imma request anyways and maybe just maybe i'm lucky and you do end up writing this request (no pressure tho sweetie)
Basically a Ravenclaw reader x reg x barty. Reader is a total sweetheart but also very witty, playful and sassy in a sweet way. and marauders are also involved in the fic. (Maybe reader is neighbors with James or maybe she's beasties with rem. I don't mind. you decide that.)
Your moonwater x reader one shot was so cute and i’m just craving more of your writing.
Anyways thank you and also if you don’t want to write for barty just replace him with another character or just ignore this whole request. 💗
🤨🤨🤨🤨 I wanted to say no on account of I really don't know that I want to write for Barty BUT....you're just too cute and I love you too much and I didn't want to say no to you on your first request [which: thanks so much for bestowing me with such an honour]. 🤨🤨🤨🤨 cheeky little minx, I bet you did that on purpose 😉
So I present to you, for possibly the only time ever on ellecdc....
poly!bartylus x Ravenclaw!reader
CW: Barty jokes (?) about wanting to kill people - very on brand for him
“Reggiiieeeee.” Barty whined as he walked into their shared dorm room where Regulus had been reading due to the fact that Barty had taken up residence in the Slytherin common room, making reading nearly impossible.
Regulus stifled a sigh and offered a begrudging “yes, my love?” as Barty belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered something (unintelligible) miserably into the velvet quilts.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Regulus asked, deciding to bookmark his place and give his boyfriend his undivided attention (anything less could end up being detrimental to both Regulus and Barty’s safety).
Barty lifted his head with a pout on his lips to look at Regulus. “How mad do you think Y/N would be if I killed Potter and his friends?”
Point proven.
“I’m sorry, what?” Regulus deadpanned, causing Barty to groan and roll onto his side.
“It’s just she’s always spending so much time with them and they’re all so annoying. And I don’t want to tell her to not hang out with them” (that was a lie; Regulus has heard Barty tell you that the Marauders were 'no good company to keep' well over hundreds of times) “so, I thought it’d just be better if they...disappeared, you know?”
“What have you done?” Regulus groaned darkly, causing Barty to chuckle.
“Nothing! Nothing...” yet.
“You do realize that your hit list includes my brother, right?” Regulus asked.
Barty looked at him like he was sort of stupid. “Uhm...duh, it’s called hitting two bludgers with one beater-bat. Do keep up.”
“Barty, you are going to scare her away...” Regulus pressed. “...you’re kind of scaring me away.”
Barty’s groan nearly turned into a shriek as he threw himself back down onto the bed in defeat.
“Fine. But when we’re trying to enjoy a nice moment with Y/N and Potter and his cronies interrupt, it will be all your fault.”
And with that Barty got up and stormed out of the dorm room. Regulus sighed in relief and pulled his book back out.
So, when the three of you were wandering around Hogsmeade (i.e., you and Regulus were walking hand-in-hand whilst Barty followed, balancing precariously on the stone walls of bridges as well as some fences lining various properties (much to the shop clerks and homeowners’ chagrin), pausing to pet every cat he could find and seeing how many times he could skip stones in the pond [the answer was none, he kept throwing them too hard]), Regulus got proven wrong (somehow), and (even more importantly) Barty got proven right when Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus showed up.
“Hey guys!” You called cheerily, and Regulus was almost ashamed to admit that your sweet smile and kind voice cancelled out any chagrin that the appearance of his brother caused him.
“Hello gorgeous! Baby bro.” Sirius called with a wink, causing Regulus to roll his eyes.
“Can I help you four!?” Barty nearly screeched as he showed up seemingly out of nowhere, all but standing directly in front of you like he was trying to shield you from the sight a particularly horrifying broom crash.
“Barty...” You chided jovially, gently nudging him aside. “They’re just saying hello.”
Sirius looked rather chuffed that you had defended them. Regulus didn’t like that one bit.
“Okay, well hello. You can leave now.” Barty shouted.
“Oh, lighten up, Junior.” Remus called with a smirk. “We’re all friends here.”
Barty scoffed. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than be friends with Gryffindor’s.”
“Ew.” Everyone else said in response.
“Come on, my sweet, beautiful, angelic, lovely, smart, wonderful girl. I don’t want you or our beautiful day to be tainted by such scoundrels.” He cooed at you like you were some toddler on the verge of tears from having dropped your ice cream on the ground.
You groaned a little bit but acquiesced, allowing Barty to turn your body in the opposite direction.
“Sorry guys. I’ll see you tomorrow for our study date!” You called over your shoulder, to which Barty quickly counteracted with a “no you won’t!”
“You know, love,” Regulus murmured into your ear, “you’d probably save him a little bit of grief if you at least didn’t call it a date.”
“Perhaps. But look at him now.” You whispered back conspiratorially. “He’s holding my hand and talking a mile a minute about how much of his dad’s money he wants to spend on us at Tomes & Scroll’s.”
Regulus couldn’t help but smirk at that.
A Ravenclaw may have been smart enough to come up with a plan like this, but only the influence of your two Slytherin boyfriends would have made you cunning enough to pull it off.
AN: I don't know how I feel about this one bit
#ask elle#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#regulus black#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#barty crouch jr#bartylus#barty crouch junior#poly!bartylus#ellecdc fics#barty gate
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Heyyy
So I really liked the Damian Wayne x reader platonic friend thingy your wrote. I really feel like there should be more of those.
Anyways, k cam where to respect something similar. Can u maybe write hc on what it'd be like to be friends w him? Like bantering n stuff and maybe u can focus a bit on how Bruce feels abt it? Oh and bonus points if the reader is awkward.
Toodles!
Being friends with Damian isn’t easy in the slightest, mainly because he doesn’t make it easy for anyone to befriend him in the first place. So the fact that you managed to accomplish that was a major achievement already.
However that didn’t mean anything afterwards was made any easier for you just because you managed to make the impossible become possible. No. Why? Damian is one hell of a dry conversationalist if Titus or animals in general weren’t involved.
He’s basically an extroverts worst nightmare given a human form. For no matter how hard you tried to bait him into giving more then a one word answer out of him, it always ends with Damian not taking the bait and allowing a air of awkward silence to befall you both while everyone else was having a better time then you.
You: hey Damian.
Him: hello l/n.
You: how have you been?
Him: in peak condition, why?
You: it’s because I don’t see you that much outside of school, it’s almost as if your allergic to social interaction.
Him: Tt. why should I go out of my way to do such a thing? I have you as an acquaintance don’t I?
You: I mean yeah I guess-
Him: then I have no need to expand my friend group, for they’ll only disappoint me. Now is that all?
You: I mean there’s not much else to talk about at this point.
Him: good.
*cue to the pair of you sitting in utter, awkward silence*
When Damian says one friend is all he needs, he genuinely means it. One is enough for him. He doesn’t need anymore because he knows that he doesn’t have the time for them. Plus he might not say it out loud but he does appreciate your friendship, even if your both awkward individuals within most social situations, but he is happy that someone finally gave him a chance to be a friend.
So even if you were to ever ask why you were friends it’ll probably go something a bit like this;
You: why are you friends with me?
Him: you aren’t an idiot, plus you’re the only one who isn’t insufferable.
You: is that meant to be taken as a compliment or…
Him: take it as you see fit.
You: okay…
Damian as a friend would be protective i’d like to think? I mean you are literally the first friend he’s made so naturally he’s going to feel something when he sees you being friends with anyone else that wasn’t him.
Was it insecurity that you not day might not want to be his friend anymore? Possibly.
Will he ever admit to it though? No. This is Damian we’re talking about, of course he won’t.
Also being friends with Damian would best summed up as being two people who shouldn’t work but ultimately do either way, kind of like an ‘against all their differences they’re the best of friends’ type of duo because nobody and I mean nobody saw a friendship between you two ever happening. Ever.
Not even the great Bruce Wayne.
Speaking about him. If you ever got to visit the Wayne Manor and meet his father aka THE Bruce Wayne. Take it as a sign as you’ve made it as Damian’s best friend.
Would you shit yourself upon meeting quite possibly the most powerful man in Gotham? Yes and your sweating buckets on top of that, all the while Damian would be stood next to you completely unfazed as he introduced you to his father as his best mate.
Damian: father.
Bruce: Damian.
Damian: *points to you* this is my best friend and I expect that they get treated with respect during their visit here.
You: hi- hello it’s an honour to meet you M-Mr Wayne sir.
Bruce: tell me how you’ve come to befriend my son?
You: we were in the same art class and I noticed that he had no one to sit next to, and so I offered for him to sit with me, keep in mind I’m not that well liked and practically had a whole table to myself, and I’d like to think our friendship started with that small act of kindness Mr Wayne sir.
Bruce: and had Damian been kind to you?
You: in his own unique way sir but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Bruce: *smiled* you’re a good kid l/n and you can go ahead and drop the formalities and call me Bruce instead. I shall go and tell Alfred to add another plate at the dinner table tonight.
Bruce, upon hearing that Damian had made a friend, wanted to meet you within immediate effect and see whether or not his son made for a good judge of character and he wasn’t disappointed.
Given the fact that you were awkward aside, you were defiantly what Damian needed for a friend, and Bruce was happy to see his son finally get to be normal for once as he watched from the window as Damian practically dragged you out to the spacious backyard with an excitable Titus on your heels as the Great Dane tried to get up and personal with you.
Alfred: they are certainly a pair, aren’t they master Bruce.
Bruce: an odd pair they may seem but they even out the other perfectly. Besides when was the last time Damian looked genuinely happy?
Alfred; can’t say that I recall sir.
Bruce: neither can I. At first I was sceptical but I’m glad being wrong. I can only hope that a friendship like theirs will stand the test of time because there will be times that will test their limits with one another. But if they’re as good a pair as I think they are then they’ll be perfectly fine.
Alfred: couldn’t have put it better myself sir *smiles alongside Bruce as they watched you and Damian act on your own within the others presence while in comfortable silence as Titus fell asleep at both of your feet.*
Yeah you’ll both be alright. You’ve got each other after all and that’s what matters at the end of the day.
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Cowboy like me! ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:10
Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.
[i get so bored in work so I get so inspired to just write a bunch of thing i wish I was doing instead of sitting around. I’m still thinking of how to end ‘call it what you want to’ but enjoy this for now. In this I’ve used the last dinner party as a reference cause hello?! Obsessed, but ur band is called 15screens- idk I made it up]
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liked by… yourusername, tomblyth, florencepugh & oliviarodrigo
15screens: ‘cowboy like me’ music video out now!!! Staring the cowboy himself Tom Blyth!!
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user: cowboy like me is such an underrated track of yours
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tomblyth: thank you so much for having me! An honour
15screens: come back anytime
user: I’m shipping, I’m shipping
user: did everyone see yourusername and tomblyth in the music video!!!! So hot
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yourusername: cowboy like me!! Feast your eyes
tagged: tomblyth
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user: feasting my eyes i am
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user: the CHEMISTRY
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tomblyth: 🤠
user: tom 😭😭😭
user: all I’m saying is they’d be the hottest couple out there
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tomblyth: cowboy like me music video, out now. What a wonderful experience, thank you so much 15 screens for having me
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yourusername: let them eat cake, she said
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tomblyth: soft launch?
tagged: yourusername
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user: WHAT!
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user: I knew it!!
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user: tom- babe, that’s not what soft launch is
user: I didn’t know I needed this until now
user: and all to think it was because of that music video
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15screens: ‘The greatest’ out now, featuring blonde tom blyth (because yourusername begged him to go blonde and he’s whipped)
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Astrology Observations
I've had this blog for like 10 or so years and I've finally made my first ever astrology observations post. I hope y'all like it 👀
Most Scorpio placements I know have a really sweet tooth. They always gotta have something sweet after their meals.
People with Saturn in the 1st or negatively aspecting their sun can be really hard on themselves.
Neptune in 1st natives always have people projecting things on to them. Others think what they want of them regardless of how they actually are.
Because Neptune is the planet of illusions, when it’s in the 1st they also have a warped perception of themselves, whether that be negative or positive.
The most stubborn signs are the fixed signs, starting with Taurus and Scorpio. Leos can also be very stubborn because they hold a lot of pride within themselves. Aquarius are probably the most easy going out of the fixed signs, but when they like something, they tend to stick to it and can find it hard to change their mind.
Libra placements are seen as flakey, but they just want everyone to get along and be happy. They also hate injustice and aren’t afraid to stand up for others.
Tauruses tend to bottle up their emotions a lot. Especially if something has hurt them in the past, it’s hard for them to open up, and then almost shut down as they feel like they should carry the burden alone.
Sagittarius placements are the most open minded people I know. They are the most non judgemental out of the signs and want to experience and learn about different people and different cultures.
I also feel like because of this a lot of Sagittarius’s are more likely to be pansexual or bi, as they are open and accepting of anyone they meet.
Scorpios tend to have walls up around them as they may have likely experienced betrayal in the past. They can have a ‘I can’t trust anyone but myself’ mentality, so it takes a good while for them to open up to you. Because they feel things so deeply they honour their emotions and don’t want them to be taken advantage of.
People with their moon in the 12th can find it hard to find where their emotions stem from. It’s not that they don’t feel emotions, they actually do quite a lot, they have a hard time placing them. They are very receptive to other peoples emotions as the house is ruled by Pisces, their intuition is very strong if they have this placement.
I have a theory that whichever house your Saturn is in, is where you have a small body part. So for example my Saturn is in the 1st house and I have a really small head. My friend has her Saturn in the 12th and has really small feet.
A lot of people when they hear ‘Mercury in retrograde’ they’re like “oh no, gotta be more wary about relationships and communicating” etc. but those with natal Mercury retrograde have this kind of stuff happen to us every day. They have can have a hard time communicating their thoughts properly, and can get overwhelmed when they fall out with someone especially because of a miscommunication.
Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think and if you would like more of these!~ ⭐︎
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there’s a honey
title based on there’s a honey - pale waves
i would give you my body but am i sure that you want me?
the one where eddie’s probably in love with you and yet you can’t even be seen in public with him.
kinda really angsty and sad i’m sorry
18+. mdni. smut. r is kinda very mean to poor eds here, maybe there’s a ltitle redemption/hope at the end.. who knows. modern au i guess.
eddie’s not supposed to be doing this, your number had been deleted and he knows he should’ve just let it ring out.
but he’d recognised those last three digits and hadn’t be able to help himself. at least this time he’d let it ring out a couple of times before picking up.
and now here he was, hand fisting your shirt, pulling it tight around your waist as he slams his hips against your doughy ass, the bed frame matching his pace as it slams against the wall.
he felt terrible.
chrissy was probably somewhere across campus waiting for him to text back while he was here, balls deep in the girl he’d sworn off last week.
they weren’t together, he’s not even sure if they’re talking but he knew he at least liked her. thought she was cute and not mean to him, but truthfully, she’s not you. she’s never going to be you.
and he’s not stupid enough to think that while you’re still in his life, they could ever be anything.
nobody else that he had ever had sex with had ever felt like this, not that it were a long list of people but still. he thinks that’s what keeps him coming crawling back every single time.
“oh my god,” you whine, arms collapsing underneath you as you fall into the mattress. moving back against him in unison, his palm coming to slap your ass, his handprint lingering.
he takes that as a sign to keep going, slamming into you with such ferocity that the sound echoes through the tiny room. the wooden bed frame close to smashing through the drywall.
“fuck,” he grunts, keeping his grip tight on your shirt, “you feel so fucking good,” unable to contain his babbles. breath becoming laboured as you squeeze around him.
your noises are muffled, face pressed into the blanket as you incoherently mumble what he thinks is his name. he can tell you’re close just by the way you’re breathing. he’s had years of experience, learnt every trick in the book to get you there before he was.
he lands another smack to your ass before pressing his chest to your back, lips sloppily connecting to the back of your neck, pressing you further into his rocking bed.
this new position allows him deeper, nudging himself against your sweet spot, just about able to keep his body hovering over yours.
“shit.. i’m close eds don’t stop,” you whine breathlessly but he already knows that. can feel himself teetering on the edge though it is absolutely necessary that you go first.
“i know.. i know,” he pants, sweaty body melting together as his pace falters, giving you everything he had for the last however many seconds.
your legs begin to shake from underneath him, fist balling his tousled bedsheets while his name falls from your lips like some kind of prayer. eddie will never tire of hearing you whine and cry his name nor the way you clench around him, turning to mush right before his eyes.
it’s the only time you’re ever soft, malleable even.
“that’s it,” he soothes, open mouth pressed to your clammy skin, hand finding your hand and resting his palm on your white knuckles as he topples over.
“fuck.. oh fuck,” he pants, slamming into your quivering cunt, painting your walls with his load, his forehead falling to the skin between your shoulder blades, head spinning a hundred miles an hour.
his arms let out, collapsing on top of you, breathing into the crook of your neck as he regains any sort of semblance of control. he eventually rolls off, outstretched on the tiny slither of bed as you come to.
“jesus,” he weeps, pulling his boxers back up around his waist, the elastic dealing a harsh snap to his skin.
you don’t honour his words with a reply, turning to lean back against the pillow, readjusting your t-shirt. you’d be off soon, he can sense it. not so long ago, you’d maybe stay the night but now it was out of the question.
eddie misses it dearly, maybe it was his fucked up way of playing make-believe for a little while but he missed it nonetheless.
“you going to tina’s party?” he asks from the pillow, eyes narrowed as you shift around.
“yeah i think so,” you shrug, readjusting your bra straps. you’re itching to leave, christ, you won’t even entertain him with a little pillow talk now.
“who’re you going with?”
you sigh, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, not willing to entertain this conversation, “i’m not sure yet,” grabbing your discarded clothes with a haste.
“why don’t we just go together?” he asks, knowing that it’ll probably push you over the edge. he can’t help himself, has never been able to understand why you’re so evasive about your relationship.
“oh my god eddie,” you frown before slipping into the connected bathroom, eddie jumps up from the bed, he’s not gonna let you run away from him again.
“oh so you are still doing this?” eddie asks, following you into the bathroom. he stands in the doorway, watching as you comb your fingers through your hair.
“doing what?”
“pretending that you don’t want me,” he pokes his finger into his temple, “playing your weird fucking game that nobody else understands,” he should stop there, but he doesn’t, “you know, nobody cares if you fuck the freak, we’re in college now, right? you’re the only one that gives a shit,” it’s truly cathartic to get it all out but he knows he’s going to regret it.
“what?” you mutter, speechless. confused why he’d just unloaded all of this onto you seemingly out of nowhere. spinning on your heel to face him, still half-dressed and disheveled.
“you heard me. and you know what? maybe i understood why you didn’t want anyone to know in high school but we’re adults now, you can’t pretend that you’re still worried about people finding out,” the scowl deep-set and unbudging on his lips.
“well i don’t want you eddie,” your face turning sour, jabbing your finger into his chest. “maybe you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that this- the sex, means more than it does, but it doesn’t,” you’re angry now, he’s got you riled up, exactly how he wanted, “i don’t care if you’re a nerd or you play board games or whatever the fuck it is that you do, i just don’t want anyone to know that i’m fucking you.”
your words are bitter, sharp even. slicing through his chest with harsh force. it’s not true, he knows that much. it’s no secret that you do care about that shit, you’ve made that abundantly clear over the years.
he just can’t understand why you still think anybody else cares. everybody’s too busy to give a shit about outdated cliques and who’s fucking who. it’s your worst-kept secret anyway, by the end of the night you were always hanging off of his arm or pulling him out of whichever bar you’d both coincidentally fallen into.
“you’re a liar,” eddie bites, levelling his eyes to yours, “even you don’t believe that,” he steps closer, brows knitted together as you rage on.
“fuck you,” you spit, deciding to do something he could’ve never expected. smashing your lips to his, it’s a short, passionate kiss, your fingers twisting into his shirt before he pushes you off.
“you’re fucked in the head,” he utters, voice full of sorrow. he pities you, truly. because he knows that if you’d just shake whatever weird self-doubt you still carried, that the two of you could be good together.
you push past him, pulling your jeans on as you grab the rest of your belongings. you’ve done this before, plenty of times. stormed out of here because eddie had asked you a question you didn’t like, only to call him up next weekend begging for his attention.
and he gave it, time and time again.
at your mercy, completely.
it’s the only way he’d known, not enough self-respect to end it completely. and even now, when it feels different, permanent somehow, he knows you’ll be back.
“don’t call me again,” eddie calls out, still lingering in the doorway, “i mean it, delete my number, block me, whatever. just don’t fucking come back,” his arms folded over his chest, like he meant it this time.
“oh i won’t, don’t worry,” turning to face him one last time, eyes full of spite before you disappear into the hallway, not for the last time.
-
unbelievably, the two of you had gone weeks of no-contact.
not even a drunken text to lure him over. nothing. nada. zilch.
eddie had taken that as a sign and asked chrissy if she wanted to go to the party together, at least this time he hadn’t been met with slamming doors and a screaming match.
she’d helped him do his makeup, dotted fake blood around his mouth and made them take a picture for her instagram, an incredibly foreign experience to what he’d ever had with you.
you’d taken selfies before, stupid ones that never saw the light of day. lounging in bed with a joint hanging out of your lips, refusing to ever send them to him incase he did something unthinkable. like post them or dare show anyone.
he shakes his head as if to rid his brain of the memory, trying to zone in on whatever bullshit chrissy’s friend heather was droning on about. he can’t focus, not when he knows you’re here.
see, it’s different when you’re apart. he can compartmentalise you, all of your memories, bury you in the back of his brain and enjoy the time he had with chrissy. it’s like you’ve infected him, weaving your web throughout his mind.
eddie’s phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling him out of the hole he’d burrowed himself into.
those familiar three digits flash across the screen.
bathroom 5 mins
he hasn’t even seen you yet, not that he had been keeping an eye out (he had). he shifts over from where he and chrissy sat squished on the couch, too engrossed in the conversation to have seen his phone.
“i’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” he smiles, guilt running through his veins, “get me another beer?” using that as an excuse to not do anything stupid.
though he knows himself, knows you too and most certainly knows that won’t happen.
“okay,” she grins, none the wiser, making him feel so much worse. her halloween costume was completely different to anything you’d ever worn, opting for a cute little rabbit as opposed to the ridiculously sexy getup you usually had on.
he wonders what you’ve chosen for this year, what low-cut, revealing outfit will have him on his knees, regretting his decisions this time around.
there are hoards of people everywhere, crowding the hall as he tries to shuffle through, not even bothering to knock as he reaches the bathroom.
he slips inside, quickly locking the door behind him as you sit perched against the sink. he was right. you’re in some tiny red dress, horns adorning your head. it’s fitting, really.
“so you didn’t block me,” you state, smug as shit as you lean against the white porcelain.
eddie just rolls his eyes, “is that all you wanted to say?” his hand already clamped around the door handle. it’s an empty threat, he’s not going without a fight, or a kiss, but probably both.
you bite down onto your bottom lip, the red lipstick already slightly smudged, “i missed you,” squeezing the words out, as if they physically hurt to verbalise.
“me? or my dick?”
“can’t it be both?” you smirk, pushing yourself from the sink to near him.
“not if you’re lying about the first one,” keeping his head stood tall, not letting his gaze wander, no matter how much he wanted to peer down your dress.
“i’m not,” placing your hand on his chest, looking at his lips rather than his eyes, “you didn’t miss me?”
you’re so.. so terrible. for him. as a person. whichever.
because he knows that you know he can’t resist. all you have to do is bat your eyelashes and speak softly to him and he’s right back at your feet. eddie wants to be stronger this time. to turn around and march out of here with his dignity still in tact.
but then your hand creeps lower, fingernails dragging down his unbuttoned shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake and he knows he’s fallen for it again.
“of course i did,” he whispers, barely audible because even he doesn’t want to hear it.
“who’s that girl you’re with?” you question, fingers lingering at his belt buckle, gaze flickering between his eyes and his parched lips.
“chrissy,” he feels like a dick for even speaking her name right now.
“she’s cute. she your girlfriend now?” teasing him, drawing a line down to his crotch your finger.
his breath hitches in his throat, wetting his lips, “no.. she’s- uh,” stuttering when your palm meets his dick, already rising in his pants.
“she’s what?” grinning devilishly, hah.
“she’s waiting for me,” he chokes out, just about remembering that he’d asked her for another beer.
“why don’t you run along back to her then?” knowing full well that he wouldn’t. couldn’t even.
the words tangle in his throat, coming out in a squeak, “tell me- tell me that this is just sex and i will,” finding a spurt of courage from somewhere deep within.
you don’t reply, keeping a firm hand on his shifting jeans, “eddie,” more as a warning than anything else.
“or tell me you want me,” swallowing the lump lodged in his throat, “and i’ll stay,” he’s pathetic, begging for an inch of your love, just a little of your heart.
“i can’t.. i can’t be who you want me to be,” you choke, dropping your palm from his zipper, hanging limp as you back away.
“why?” reeking of desperation, pitying himself more than you ever could, “i don’t.. i don’t understand,” the party bounces on outside and eddie can’t think of anything worse than having to go back out there with teary eyes and a tent in his jeans.
you turn away from him, keeping your palms pressed to the porcelain as you stare into the basin, “why don’t you just leave? i’m not going to have this conversation with you again,” point blank refusing to even look at him anymore.
eddie scoffs, swallowing his despair to make one last statement, “you’ve ruined my life,” choking back his cry before swinging the door open, elbowing his way through the crowd.
he pushes past drunk assholes until he reaches the front door, storming out onto the sidewalk, gasping as the fresh air hits his nose. all he wants is to scream, or puke or maybe both. he can feel the eyes of concerned partygoers as he stumbles out onto the street.
everything sounds weird, metallic like ringing through his ears until a familiar voice calls out from the doorway.
“eddie?”
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The Wolf's Betrothed
dark!aemond x niece!reader
summary: prepare to be kidnapped by your delulu uncle
A/N: this is based off a request that asked for non-con so this is the closest i've written to it but i still think it's dub-con??? idk pls lmk what you think
TW: MAJOR DUBCON, incest, smut, knife kink, blood kink,, breeding kink, forced marriage, murder
word count: 1,929
You feel content. Cregan Stark is a good, honourable man and he will make a fine husband, is what you continue to repeat in your head as your carriage makes its way to Winterfell. You travel without your family, being sent early to meet your husband to be and you’re nervous. You met few Northernmen on Dragonstone and you fear the cold, but you know it’s for the best. This alliance could be the thing that puts your mother on the throne. Though, as you get closer to your destination, a sense of dread begins to set in.
That’s when you hear it, the beating of wings, shortly followed by screaming. The carriage comes to a halt so swift that you’re thrown from your seat.
“Princess!” One of your handmaidens exclaims as she helps you back up.
“I-I’m alright.” You say as you find your footing. You make your way to the door. “We must go.”
“Perhaps we should wait for the guards?” The other girl says nervously.
“They’re as good as dead.” You say as you throw open the door. Your men that are left, fight for their lives against the few green soldiers. They don’t need many when they have a dragon. You glance up to the sky and see her… Vhagar.
“Fuck.” You murmur as you hop to the ground, your handmaidens on your tail as you begin to run towards the forest.
You pant as you go, trying not to trip on your long skirts, snow filling your boots. You know you need a plan but the only weapon you have is a small dagger and you’ve never been a great talent in hand-to-hand combat.
You’re close to the treeline now, barely 200 yards away. You know Aemond won’t torch it if he thinks you’re in there. All you have to do is make it. To. The. Treeline.
But you don’t. It goes up in flames in front of you and you have to turn and shield your face from the heat. Your handmaiden, who was in a much less elaborate dress than you, made it further, and she goes up in flames with it. You turn, grabbing the hand of the other girl and begin to go south before you see three men waiting for you. You turn north and begin to run but you don’t make it far before Vhagar lands in front of you.
“No…” You breathe out as you backup, your handmaiden clinging to your arm. You know you’re caught now.
Two men catch up to you and grab you each by the shoulders, giving you no time to draw your dagger as Aemond descends his dragon.
“Dōna mandianna.” (sweet niece) He says as he approaches. “Sepār hae gevie hae nyke mōrī ūndan ao.” (just as beautiful as I last saw you) He tilts your chin up gently.
“Release my bride. You can do as you wish with that one.” He says to his guards as he glances at your handmaiden. The two men grab her.
“Princess, help me!” She cries out as she’s taken away.
“She’s no threat.” You say to your uncle, glaring up at him.
“My men deserve a reward.” He says offhandedly and you begin to wish she had died in the fire as well. You wish you died in the fire. His hand comes up to caress your face. “I have missed you.”
“I miss my brother.” You say with hate in your eyes.
“Hmm, an unfortunate circumstance.” He replies.
“Kinslayer.” You spit out at him.
He sighs and puts his hand on the small of your back. He is courteous with you, for now, as he leads you toward Vhagar. You let him, biding your time. He straps you in in front of him, his fingers gentle with you, as if you are the most precious thing he has ever laid his hands on.
No chance to jump then. You think to yourself, wishing you could’ve taken him with you once Vhagar was high enough to make the fall fatal.
You don’t speak to each other as he takes you closer to Winterfell. You look solemnly at the scorched land. It’s a pity to see, especially since it is the start of Spring. It should have been the start of new life, not the end of it. He holds his hand out to help you down the dragon and you accept it, glad that he chose not to make you grovel. You know he could. You know he’s not above such things. He keeps his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the castle, the place crawling with Greens.
You arrive at Lord Stark’s chambers, Aemond letting you in. You’re slightly surprised when you don’t see Cregan but you think perhaps that your uncle is keeping him in the dungeons instead. “And what of my husband?” Aemond freezes when you use the word.
“That cunt wasn’t your husband.” He says lowly.
“Wasn’t or isn’t?” You ask, not fully believing that he would kill the lord of Winterfell. You back up slightly. Aemond may be in front of the door but you wish to put some distance between you.
“I would not let them trap you with that mutt.” He says as he steps forward. You step back. “You deserve someone worthy of your status.”
“Aemond…” You breathe out, your eyes well with tears.
“It was always meant to be you and I. I’ll take care of you… I love you.” His eye gleams, his words full of possession.
You’re aware that you’ll only have this one chance so you reach for the sheathed dagger. You know you can’t kill him, but you can break him. You lift the blade to your throat in one quick motion but it’s too late, Aemond’s hand is on yours before you can break skin. He yanks the dagger from your hand and throws it to the side.
“Why would you do that!” He looks manic, frightened as he holds your wrists in his hands.
“Cregan!” You cry out as a last resort. You know it’s futile but it’s the only thing you can think of. “Cregan!”
Your uncle slams a hand over your mouth, hot rage in his eyes. “Stop screaming for him! He’s dead! I killed him.” His other hand falls to your waist. “If it is a husband you yearn for, I can fix that.” He takes the hand off your mouth to grab his own dagger.
“I don’t want any husband. I want him!” You slam your fists against Aemond’s chest.
“No you don’t!” He shouts back and he shifts behind you, pulling your back to his front, holding his dagger to you with one hand and your chin with the other. “It is that silly feminine loyalty. But don’t worry, it will be towards me soon enough.”
He holds your face tightly and lifts the dagger to your lip, cutting ever so gently. Just enough to get a drip of blood. He lets you break yourself free and run to the door so he can slit his own lip. You yank on the door handle but it’s locked and before you can even turn, Aemond’s hand is in your hair, pulling your mouth towards his. The kiss is messy and bloody but by Old Valyrian standards, you are wed. Your uncle barely gives you a chance to come up for air as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You whimper slightly as he sucks on your lip, mixing your blood further.
“You didn’t think I was going to bed you without making you my wife first, did you?” He says so softly, the kind look in his eyes misplaced. “I would never do that to you.”
“Please don’t.” You beg him.
“Why must you look so frightened? I only want to make love to you, to my bride.” He moves behind you, nimble fingers undoing your dress. “I don’t like it when you fight with me. I want us to be happy.” He tugs the gown down so you’re only in your shift. Just the sight of your ankles, your shoulders is enough for him to go crazy with lust. He can feel himself growing in his trousers the longer he looks at you. “My beautiful girl, ñuha ābrazȳrys.” (my bride) He coos, mesmerized by you.
You’re pulled in for another kiss and you nip at his lip. He groans as he parts his mouth from yours.
“Be gentle with me and I shall do the same with you.” You know it’s a warning, a warning that you should most definitely heed. “We will have more time to play later, darling but for now, we must consummate immediately.” He says as he leads you to the bed by your hand. He places a palm on your tummy. “I shall pray to the Gods’ that my seed takes tonight.”
“Of course, husband.” Your voice is emotionless but he still seems pleased by your words.
He smiles and then lifts off your shift. His cold fingertips trace over your breasts and collarbones, and down to your navel before he hooks them on your small clothes and pulls them down. “Your beauty is unmatched, my love” He says as his eye runs over your body. “Lie down on the bed for me.” He watches you walk and obey as he undoes his trousers. Your husband doesn’t take any of his clothes off, only pulling his cock out and beginning to pump it as he gazes at you. You’re nervous as he is incredibly well-endowed but you are inclined to believe that he won’t be rough with you.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He says as he climbs between your legs, noticing your fear. “It won’t hurt for long.” He takes a moment to rub his cockhead over your cunt, using his precum as lube before slipping in.
You gasp at the intrusion, the feeling of your maidenhead breaking as he defiles you but he doesn’t move at first, only peppering kisses across your face that are almost… comforting?
“I’m going to move now.” He says and begins to slide in and out, causing you to wince.
“Not yet, it hurts…” You say to him but he just runs his thumb over the cut on your lip.
“You can take it, darling.” He replies as he thrusts in and out of you. He licks the blood off his thumb before using it to rub your clit. You hate how you enjoy the feeling. “Good girl.” He says as he begins to pick up speed. He rubs harder, clearly far too close to cumming himself and not wanting to be the only one. “I love you.”
You turn your head away as he says it and he begins to fuck into you harder, pinching your clit now and causing you to scream. If he can’t make you love him, then he can just make you cum.
As soon as he feels you begin to squeeze your walls around him, he finishes, sheathing his cock as deep as he can inside of you in hopes of breeding you.
“My perfect wife.” He admires as he runs his fingers through your hair. He presses a kiss to your lips before resting his head on your breasts so he can listen to your heartbeat.
You lie there, confused. Part of you wants him to fuck you again, the other part hopes he falls asleep so you can drive his own dagger through his heart.
Oh the woes of newlyweds.
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Fault (Chapter Two)
“I don’t want to go back,” You whisper, your hand swirling patterns across Conrad’s chest.
He hums, his fingers trailing gently up and down your arm, “Maybe we just never go back again.”
You giggle, “Yeah we could live out of your truck, go town to town.”
“Travel the coast, then do all the states, settle down on a ranch somewhere,” Conrad continues, “They’d never find us.”
“I think that’s the only way we’re getting out of this,” You take a deep breath, “They hate us.”
“They don’t hate us,” Conrad returns, “They’re just angry.”
You lean up onto your elbows and turn your gaze to him, “Did you hear them Con? Because it sounded pretty close to hate.”
He chuckles, “How could anyone hate you?”
You narrow your eyes, “Don’t try to be cute, this is a problem Conrad.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, “We’ll deal with it, okay? We’ll figure it out.”
The two of you had left the house not long after you’d argued with Belly. He’d told you that it wasn’t good for you to stay there when you were upset and you’d agreed. The pair of you had left and got into his car, drove your way around Cousins until you returned back to the beach, wrapped in each others arms on the sand.
“I never wanted it to happen like this,” You say to Conrad, eyes flicking between each of his.
He shakes his head, fingers moving up to brush your hair away from your face, “I don’t think they’d have been happy however it happened.”
You let out a deep breath and nod, “Okay, there’s only so long we can stay on the beach.”
Conrad hums, tightening his grip around you so that you fall onto his chest, “Five more minutes.”
———
The drive back is silent, both of you anticipating the worst. You both walk into the house quietly and, by now, it’s dark like everyone is asleep. You swallow the lump in your throat.
Conrad walks a step beside you, his hand on the small of your back as if it was the slightest comfort that he could offer. You both trail upstairs and you pause as soon as you’re there.
“I can’t-“ You stop yourself, “Belly won’t want me in her room.”
Conrad nods, “I know, come on.”
The two of you walk down towards his room instead, and he closes the door behind you. His room always seems colder than the rest of the house - he hated when it got too hot. His bed is made, but there’s always creases in the comforter where he doesn’t pull it tight to the corners. There’s a photoframe on his bedside table with a picture of all of you from last summer - you’d never noticed it before but he’d never been looking at the camera, his eyes had been on you.
“Here, you can take a top,” Conrad offers, “And I can turn the heat on if you think it’s too cold, and there’s probably a-“
“Con,” You say softly, “It’s fine.”
He turns to you and scratches a hand at the back of his neck, “I’ve… I’ve just never done this before.”
You narrow your eyes, “Never done what?”
“Well, like,” He gestures at you, “Had a girl stay over.”
You let out a laugh, “Conrad Beck Fisher you can’t be serious.”
He rolls his eyes at you, “Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“I don’t know, I just thought you would’ve had an ex girlfriend or something stay here, or like Nicole when you guys had that thing going on?”
He shakes his head, “Nope, you’re the first.”
“Well, I’m honoured,” You smile, taking the t-shirt from his hands.
You turn around and face the other side of his room as you get changed, a misplaced gesture all things considered between you and Conrad. But, you only realise once you turn back around, that he’d turned away too - that shy side still inside of him even with you. You both climb into the bed and he instantly stretches out an arm to let you rest on his chest, his fingers trailing up and down your arm.
“I-“ You croak into a whisper, “I’m scared we’re going to lose them Con.”
He holds you a little tighter, “I’m not going to let that happen.”
And, in that moment, you believe him.
———
It’s barely even morning when you wake up, darkness only just dissipating outside, still no signs of sun. Conrad is fast asleep beside you, his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You shift from under his arm and sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair. Your chest felt tight and it had felt ever since yesterday like you were constantly on the verge of tears. You didn’t know where to even begin. In one day it felt like everything had been flipped on it’s head- over carelessness? blind emotion? or simply just love?
You step out of Conrad’s room and turn down the corridor towards the bathroom, stopping in your tracks almost instantly as you close the bedroom door behind you.
Belly’s door opens at the exact same time, her frozen in the doorway just as you were.
“Hey,” You break the silence softly, quietly.
She swallows the lump in her throat and runs a hand through her hair, “I’ll use the bathroom downstairs.”
“Wait Belly please,” You step forward towards her before she gets to the stairs, “Please stop.”
She glances back at you at the top of the stairs but ignores whatever thought had crossed her mind, hurrying down before you have another chance to stop her.
You feel your bottom lip tremble and your chest tighten even more, desperate to reach out for a friendship you weren’t ready to lose.
You go into the bathroom and wipe your eyes, letting out a shaky breath against the mirror. How had all of this all happened? How had the last few days flipped things around this much? Were you selfish for admitting how you felt about Conrad? Even more selfish for acting on it? Or was this the first time in a long time you’d felt like you could be happy?
Your breath settles and the tears have stopped and you make your way back over to Conrad’s room, opening the door cautiously so as to not wake him.
When you step back over to the bed, the mattress dips and Conrad groans a little as he wakes up. You settle in beside him and he pulls you right up against his chest, his chin resting against your shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
You settle your hands over his arms on you, as if wanting to hold onto the moment, “I’m okay.”
“What’s the time?” He mumbles, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.
“Um,” You let out, still a shake in your voice, “I don’t know.”
“Too early,” Conrad grumbles, pushing himself closer against you as if there was any space to remove.
You breath in deeply as he falls asleep against you, clingy and comfortable and soft. And you’re happy. You know you are. Beyond anything else, he made you happy.
———
You don’t get much sleep after that, waking up every twenty minutes and eventually settling on remaining awake. Conrad stays asleep until gone 10, groaning and tightening his hold around you as if making sure you were still there.
“Morning,” He mumbles, inhaling deeply.
“Morning,” You respond, holding him a little tighter, “Did you sleep okay?”
Conrad wiggles his arms around you until you turn in his hold, facing him. He blinks until it’s as if he’s woken up for the second time, pulling away from you enough so that he can see your face, he frowns;
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“No- nothing, I’m just tired.”
Conrad pauses for a second before seemingly opting to believe you, “You can stay in bed longer if you want, I can get us breakfast.”
“No, that’s okay, we should probably face the music soon anyway,” You take a deep breath, “I think… I was thinking, it might be better if we just keep our distance from each other a little. At least until everything calms down.”
Conrad raises his brows, “Keep our distance?”
“Well, nothing big, just maybe try to avoid being too couple-y in front of them, just while we’re figuring things out,” You continue, “It’ll just make things worse if they see us acting like-“
“Yeah, you’re right,” Conrad assures you, “We’ll keep it on the down low.”
“Okay.”
Both of you are silent, as if revelling in each others company for just a moment longer before you both decide to get up. He slips a hoodie on over his bare torso and you switch his top out for one of your own - better than them seeing you in his clothes. Conrad follows behind you as the two of you walk out of his room, trailing down the stairs to your waiting dread.
You stop on the bottom step when you hear it.
“I don’t get it man, I thought they were meant to be best friends,” Steven’s voice says, “How can you do that to someone?”
“Yeah well I don’t think she cared about how Belly would react,” Jeremiah this time.
“Clearly not, she knew how Belly felt. We all knew Belly was waiting for Conrad,” Steven continues.
Conrad places his hand on your back, stepping past you to walk ahead.
“Morning boys,” Conrad starts as he walks into the kitchen, you still on the stairs watching his figure retreat.
“Morning,” Steven clears his throat.
You can feel your hands shaking, your heart seemingly clenching under the pain. Your breath is shaky too, as you step forward and eventually follow into the lounge.
“Hey,” You say softly, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“I-“ Steven looks at you awkwardly, “I didn’t know you were awake.”
“Um,” You drag a hand through your hair, “Yeah, I can go if you want me to-“
“No, no,” Steven shakes his head, “It’s fine.”
Jeremiah looks between you and Conrad and rolls his eyes, walking out towards the door. You bite your lip to stop it from trembling, trying to shake even the slightest of worries from your head.
“He’s just-“ Steven stops himself, “I think we’re all just figuring it out, them two more than me.”
“You know (Y/n)‘s not to blame for this Steven,” Conrad comments, turning around from where he’d been filling the kettle at the sink, “So you can cut the whole ‘what was she thinking’ act.”
“I didn’t-“ Steven stops himself, glancing at you, “I was just surprised, okay? It seemed a little out of the blue.”
Conrad goes to cut in to defend you but you speak before he gets the chance;
“I never meant to hurt Belly,” You say, shaking your head quickly, “I love her. But ever since we were little we’ve come to Cousins and it’s been about her and Conrad - we go back home and she talks about him, and we’re here and she talks about him, and everything went back to him. And I love her, I do. But I’m allowed to be happy. And I can’t control how I feel and I can’t control how Conrad feels and you can hate me if you want but I-“
Steven stands up instantly when he sees the tears spilling over your eyes, the way your whole body seems to tremble, “Hey, hey, hey, please don’t cry, I don’t know what to do when girl’s cry.”
“I know I’m the worst and I’m so sorry Steven, I never wanted this to happen,” You let out a sob and Conrad steps over almost within the second.
He stops, however, as Steven wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him as your hands fly to your face to catch the tears spilling from you. Steven holds you tightly and glances over at you to Conrad, noticing the way his whole body seems tense at the sight of you upset. He sees it then.
“I’m sorry for what I said,” Steven says softly, pulling away from you, “I just- I didn’t know. And I know what Belly’s like and she’s my sister and I don’t like seeing her upset.”
You nod, looking down at your feet. Conrad hands over a tissue to you and you smile with as much as you can muster.
“If you like him, if he likes you, then there’s no reason why the two of you shouldn’t be able to act on that,” Steven continues, “I might see that now but it’ll take a while before my sister does. And Jere.”
Conrad clenches his jaw, “I’m sick of feeling like this is our fault. What are we supposed to do? Hold off just to keep them happy?”
You sniff, “Con…”
“(Y/n) come on!” He half-laughs, “We’re adults. We’re allowed to do this.”
“Tell that to my sister,” Steven scoffs, patting Conrad on the chest, “I think she’ll disagree.”
He walks out of the room, leaving you and Conrad in each other’s company once again. His eyes fall to you, softening almost instantly.
“We’re not doing anything wrong, darling,” He speaks so gently you almost melt into the words, your whole being seeming to relax just enough that you could believe him.
“It doesn’t feel like that,” You let out a small laugh, dragging the tissue under your eyes to clear away the remaining tears, “God, I hate this.”
Conrad nods, “But you know what you don’t hate?” He walks around to the other side of the kitchen island, tapping his hands on the countertop, “Pancakes!”
———
You still hadn’t seen Belly all morning. But the most you could convince yourself of now was that at least Steven didn’t hate you. Things could be worse. That was one of three, right?
You’d showered, got changed, and convinced yourself a thousand times that nothing could be worse than it already had been. Though, when you came downstairs again, that same sinking feeling of dread hit you.
“(Y/n)?” It’s Laurel’s voice and you instantly wince.
You step past the door to the lounge and look inside, seeing her sat there, “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Do you have a minute?” Laurel offers, shifting on the couch enough as if gesturing for you to sit beside her.
You nod silently and sit down beside her, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“So I’m guessing you know that Belly told me what’s happened,” Laurel begins, “Or, at least, what is happening.”
You let out a sigh, “I’m so sorry Laurel I never meant to-“
She lifts a finger as if to stop you, “I wasn’t expecting you to apologise.”
“Wh-“
Laurel smiles softly, reaching out and taking your hand, “A few summers ago, probably more than a few now, Conrad came inside when all of you were playing in the garden. He came in and I could just see this look on his face, he was just watching all of you. He turned around to me, so innocently, and asked how I’d known that I loved Belly and Steven’s father. I remember thinking, God this kid is too young to be talking about love. But he looked out of that window and it felt like I could really see it. For years I thought he was looking at Belly, like she was the one he would love eventually, but last summer I realised it wasn’t her; he was looking at you.”
You feel the lump form in your throat, less one of nerves and more one of overwhelming emotion.
“Belly’s your best friend and you can’t lose her. But if you look at Conrad the same way he looked at you all those years ago, you can’t lose him either,” Laurel continues, squeezing your hand gently.
You glance out of the window where Conrad is walking across the grass, running a hand through his hair. Laurel looks at you and smiles without your eyes returning to hers, too captured by the boy walking towards the house.
“Belly will understand eventually,” Laurel assured you, standing up from the couch and heading back out.
She stops at the door as Conrad is just about to open it, his hand reaching for the handle as she opens it in front of him. He looks at her almost nervously, concerned for her reaction. But she simply smiles and reaches for his hand, squeezing it in the same way she had done for yours. He steps inside, his eyes searching for you instantly.
“What was that about?” He frowns, glancing back at where Laurel had just left.
You stand up from the couch and smile, “Just talking.”
He narrows his eyes at you as if suspicious, “If you say so.”
Conrad steps the short distance over to you until his feet almost bump with yours. He smiles when you look up at him.
“I got you something at the store,” Conrad begins, his hands held behind his back.
“What did you get me?” You grin, feeling the way your cheeks seem to heat under his gaze.
“Fresh doughnuts,” He pulls a bag out from behind his back and smiles, “The ones you always say are your favourites.”
“Ugh you’re the best!” You beam, taking the bag from him, “They never normally have them anymore an-“
You’re both interrupted as Susannah comes to the door, stopping, “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to-“
“You’re not interrupting Mom,” Conrad says softly, turning to face her as his shoulder bumps yours.
“Well, I just thought I’d tell you that we’re having a party tonight, a last minute thing really,” She explains quickly, “I want you all to dress up like the 80s.”
“Dress up?” Conrad scoffs, “Mom Im not going to-“
You hit his arm quickly.
“I’ll dress up.”
You grin at his instant change of heart and Susannah mouths a silent ‘thank you’ to you, disappearing in a hurry to go off to tell the others.
“What do you even wear for an 80s theme?” Conrad groans.
You pat him on the chest, “We’ll find you something.”
———
The whole day had gone by and you still hadn’t seen Belly. You’d been out by the pool and Conrad had gone surfing, you’d made your lunch in the kitchen and he’d been up in his room, you’d made every effort to be separate from him for the chance encounter you might have with Belly.
But nothing.
Nothing from her, nothing from Jeremiah.
You go into the room you shared with her, assuming she’d still be absent, and start to rummage through your suitcase for anything that could mildly resemble an 80s theme.
When the door creaks open, you feel your stomach drop.
Belly.
“I-“ You start as you make eye contact with her, “Sorry, I just needed to find something to wear.”
Belly shrugs, wrapping her arms over her chest, “It’s your room as much as it is mine.”
You stand up from your suitcase and clear your throat, “I don’t know why I thought I’d find something, I don’t own anything remotely 80s.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Do you-“ You pause, “Do you know what you’re going to wear?”
“Susannah let me borrow some bits,” She looks down at the clothes her arms are wrapped around.
“Oh, right yeah, that’s good,” You nod, looking around the room as if seeking anything that you could talk about next, “I’ll get out of your way if you-“
“You can wear something here if you want,” Belly interrupts, “If you’ve not got anything.”
“Um, yeah, that would be great, thanks Bells,” You smile, “I’ll just… I’ll have whatever you don’t want.”
The two of you stand in silence again as if every word has disappeared.
“God, Belly, this is so weird,” You exhale, “I hate not talking to you.”
“Yeah,” She runs a hand through her hair, looking down at her feet, “It’s weird.”
“Right?” You exclaim, “I mean, this is the longest I’ve ever gone without speaking to you. I feel like it’s been forever.”
“It feels like it,” She chews on her bottom lip.
“I’m so sorry Belly,” You sigh, “I- I never meant to hurt you, I never wanted that to happen.”
She doesn’t speak.
“I just- I got so caught up in all of it and I was just so terrified of telling you that I thought maybe I could wait it out. But I was so terrified of losing you that it just felt better to not tell you,” You shake your head, “I’m just… I’m sorry. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you but I just-“
“Why did you do it (Y/n)? I mean, why didn’t you tell me how you felt about him?” Belly shrugs, “Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”
“Belly…” You pause, taking a deep breath, “Ever since we first started coming to Cousins, I was always ‘Belly’s best friend’. We’d go and see people and I wasn’t (Y/n), I was just Belly’s friend. And I was always fine with it because that’s what I was, you know? That’s who I am, I know I’m not one of this family you’ve got here, I get that. And so that whole time I was just there to see you, to spend summer with my best friend. And when you first told me that you liked Conrad, that just felt like another part of spending summer with you. It didn’t matter what I thought or how I felt, because I was there for you. I guess… that just felt like it changed a couple of summers ago. It was little things, really. And then I got home after that summer and realised that I had to think of myself too - and it was Conrad that I liked. And it wasn’t because you liked him too or because you wanted him, it was just me. When Conrad kissed me this summer it felt exactly like that. It was me and it was him and for the first time I felt like I was here because I belonged here. You’ve been the best friend to me Belly, but in that moment I just had to think about myself, what I wanted. And when he kissed me I knew that’s what it was, it was him.”
She looks at you and her features seem to soften, the tension in her shoulders seems to relax - just a little.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you Belly, but I can’t be sorry that I fell for Conrad,” You shake your head, “I can’t be sorry for choosing myself.”
“Okay,” Belly croaks out, her voice hoarse and weak, “I understand.”
You’re the one lost for words this time, unsure of yourself.
“Thank you,” Belly says calmly, “Um, I should probably start to get ready. I’ll see you in a bit.”
She walks over to the vanity and you have no choice but to leave the room, scooping together your clothes and makeup bag and walking out. Your chest felt tight but in a more manageable sort of way, like you could live with it - slightly at ease.
When you step into the room, Conrad stands upright from the bed, a furrow of worry between his brows.
“So?” He looks at you, testing the waters for if you’d crumble in front of him.
You simply shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, Con.”
His features soften and he reaches out for your hand, squeezing it tightly, “It’ll be okay.”
You nod just a little, “I hope so.”
“Um,” He glances around the room, “Okay, you need to help me choose what to wear.”
You sit down at his desk and bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs, chin resting on your kneecaps. Conrad lifts up a few tops on clothes hangers and holds them up but he pauses as soon as he sees you. You look so innocent just like that and he wonders how anyone has it in them to be mad at you. He knew your heart, pure, and he knew your mind, honest. And he’s suddenly terrified of the thought of ever seeing you hurt like this.
“Hey,” He walks over and crouches down in front of you until his head is level with yours, “I want you to believe me, okay? We’re going to figure this out. However long it takes, however hurt they are, there’s an end to it.”
You smile just a little but your eyes close as if you’re fighting every morsel of your being to not cry there and then.
Conrad thinks of a million things he could say, the thought of eight letters, three words, comes to mind but he pushes it back for now. He could tell you it would be okay, that he could handle it, that he wasn’t leaving you, that this would all be worth it. But he suppresses every word that comes to mind, leans forward instead to press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer. He feels you lean into him, feels the worry just slip away from you momentarily as if he can share in it for just a second.
You had him. And he’d do everything he could to remind you of that.
———
By the time the evening rolls around, you and Conrad are somewhat ready for the party. He’s changed into the only top he owns that looks remotely on theme and you’re wearing a hot pink bodysuit and black shorts - both of you half on theme at least. You fix your curled hair in the mirror once more, double checking your appearance as Conrad comes up behind you, placing his hands on your waist.
“Come on,” He leans into you, “We can do this.”
You turn in his arms until you’re facing him, looping your hands behind his neck, “Or we run away.”
He sways with you just a little back and forth as if pondering the option, “Maybe tomorrow.”
You lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips and he moves his hand down to lace with yours, guiding both of you out of the room when it felt near impossible to move your feet. He holds your hand all the way downstairs until you reach where the party is in full swing, his grip releasing on you to instead press to the small of your back.
“Do you want a drink, darling?” He says into your ear and you nod, looking at him as he pushes through the crowd of people to get to the kitchen.
You turn towards the garden and see Steven, Belly and Jeremiah all stood outside, Steven evidently trying to make them both laugh. For a moment you’re sure that things will be fine, and you push open the door without a second thought. But you stop. There’s a sadness on Belly’s face that no smile could hide, and an anger in the clench of Jeremiah’s jaw that it was impossible to ignore.
“Hey, (Y/n)!” Steven waves to you, “Get over here, I need you to back me up on this.”
You swallow the lump in your throat and walk over, instantly relaxing a little as Steven throws an arm over your shoulder. You glance at Belly and Jeremiah and they both offer you small smiles. Your chest feels less tense.
“Alright one million dollars to go in the ring with Mike Tyson, no head guards, like 10 ounce gloves,” Steven explains, “Are you doing it?”
“Um,” You clear your throat, “No, I would absolutely die.”
“Oh come on!” Steven exclaims.
“Told you she’d agree with us,” Belly shrugs, glancing at you momentarily.
The four of you fall silent again.
“Alright guys please talk it out or something, this is fucking awkward,” Steven rolls his eyes.
“Im not mad at you, (Y/n),” Jeremiah assures you, “I just- needed to clear my head today.”
“Yeah, and I’m glad we spoke about things earlier,” Belly adds, “But-“
They glance at each other and then back at you.
“Guys…” Steven begins as if warning them about whatever would happen next.
“He’s going to break your heart, (Y/n).”
You feel your heart sink, the weight seemingly hitting your shoulders. As much as they weren’t mad at you, they couldn’t be happy for you. And something about that felt worse. Every day, every week, every summer, they’d be waiting for the moment when Conrad proved them right. When you’d come running to them and say ‘I wish I’d listened’. And you couldn’t live like that. They were waiting for some fucked up version of inevitable and you couldn’t stand under their gaze waiting for it to happen.
“He’s playing games,” Jeremiah persists, “He’s spent years knowing how Bells felt about him, like literally forever. And he knew how I felt about you. Conrad’s like this, he likes to be in control. And being with you gives him that control.”
You feel your mouth run dry, a ringing in your ears like your mind was begging you not to listen to them.
“He’s not one for relationships,” Belly chimes in and your blurry eyes turn to her, “He’s going to drop you and we just… we don’t want to see you get your heart broken.”
They’d never be happy for you.
“I-“ You croak out, eyes flooded with tears yet to fall.
“Guys seriously, cut it out,” Steven persists, “You’re upsetting her.”
“I ju-“ Your voice cracks and you shake your head, a million thoughts running through your mind.
Not a single one of those thoughts believed what they were saying. But all you could think about was going the rest of your summers with people that were waiting for you to crumble, and you couldn’t do it. Every move Conrad made, they’d be waiting. Every day you seemed slightly less than yourself, they’d be expecting it. They were so far from being happy for you, that they were waiting for you to fail.
Almost too perfectly timed, the door opens once more and it’s Conrad who steps out. You’re sure his heart must swell at the sight of the four of you from afar, as if something about the past few days had just healed. But the closer he steps, the same unbreaking tension hits him too.
“Wh- what’s going on?” He frowns, looking between all of them before his eyes settle on you, “(Y/n)?”
You glance up at him and you know for certain in that moment that he won’t break your heart. That, in fact, he’d do every single thing in his power to do the exact opposite of that. Whatever happened, whatever would change, breaking your heart was never going to be part of his plans. But this couldn’t go on. You’d lose everybody. And so would Conrad. And you couldn’t be the person waiting around watching him slip away from the people he called family.
“I can’t-“ You look into his eyes and yours seem to soften, reflecting the worry of his own, “I can’t do this.”
Before anyone has the chance to stop you, you turn around on your heel and hurry across the garden and back into the house.
“(Y/n)!” You hear Conrad call after you but it falls onto deaf ears.
He turns back to the others and frowns, glancing between them all as if waiting for an explanation.
“Wh- what did you do?” He croaks out, his entire body flooding somewhere between worry and anger.
“You’re going to hurt her, Conrad,” Jeremiah shrugs, “We can’t let you do that to her.”
“Hurt her?” Conrad scoffs, “You think I’m going to hurt her?”
“Why did you kiss her when you knew how I felt about her? When you knew how Belly felt about you?” Jeremiah persists, standing square in front of his brother.
“Because I-“ Conrad looks between him and Belly, “Because I wasn’t thinking about you. I was thinking about (Y/n).”
“Because you’re fucking selfish and you always have been!”
“Selfish?” Conrad lets out an exasperated laugh, “Selfish for choosing myself one fucking time, for not running around worrying about you? For letting myself be fucking happy? That’s such a crime? You need to look at yourself, Jere. Grow up.”
“You’re telling me to grow up? Yo-“
“Yes I’m telling you to grow up!” Conrad raises his voice, “Stop acting like everyone needs to worry about you, or Belly, or whatever the hell else. I love (Y/n). And the crazy fucking thing is I haven’t even told her that yet. And you guys can hate us and hate me and hate everything about this but it’s not going to change anything. Okay? It’s not.”
Jeremiah doesn’t speak, his jaw tensed, Belly stood behind him like she’s blocking herself from Conrad’s words, convincing herself it isn’t true.
“So you decide - you go on convincing yourself this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, or you grow up and accept that we’re happy, and that maybe we could make each other happy,” Conrad shakes his head, “These past few days we shouldn’t have had to worry about you, (Y/n) shouldn’t have been crying because she’s terrified of losing you. She’s meant to be your best friend Belly,” He turns his attention to her, “It wouldn’t hurt you to act like it.”
None of them speak.
Conrad clenches his jaw and looks between them all, thinking of a million more things he could say. But he ignores every single one of them, forgetting everything to simply follow after you. He drops the drinks in his hands down, pushes through the crowds of people, barges his way upstairs, taking the steps two at a time until he gets to his room.
Empty.
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incorrect quotes with my new fav trio
starring wriothesley, clorinde and neuvillette bc i said so
Wriothesley: What do you think Neuvillette will do for a distraction?
Clorinde: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Clorinde: ... or he could do that.
...
Wriothesley: How's the sexiest person here~?
Neuvillette: I don't know, how are they~?
Wriothesley: I-
Clorinde, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!
...
Clorinde: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Wriothesley?
Wriothesley: … No.
Neuvillette: I do!
Clorinde: I know, Neuvillette.
Neuvillette: I’m sad!
Wriothesley: We know, Neuvillette
...
Neuvillette, to Wriothesley and Clorinde: *holding knife out in front of them* Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?!
Wriothesley: ...
Clorinde: ...
Wriothesley: That is such an open-ended question.
Clorinde: Yeah, it really depends on a lot of different factors-
...
Wriothesley: We need a diversion. I say Neuvillette gets naked.
Neuvillette: No.
Clorinde: Who are we trying to distract again?
...
Clorinde, at Neuvillette: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Wriothesley, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!
...
Clorinde: Ooh, somebody has a crush
Wriothesley: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Neuvillette I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.
*Later that night*
Wriothesley, very much awake: Uh oh.
...
Neuvillette: There's no way they like me back.
Clorinde: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for you.
Neuvillette: Wriothesley would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.
...
Neuvillette: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.
Clorinde:
Clorinde: I'm gonna tell them.
Wriothesley: Don't you dare.
...
Wriothesley: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?
Clorinde: What’s up your ass this morning!
Neuvillette: *walks in* ...Hey.
Clorinde: Hmm… nevermind.
Wriothesley: WAIT NO!
...
Wriothesley: Do you cook?
Neuvillette: I made a cake once.
Clorinde: Yeah, it was good.
Neuvillette: Really?
Clorinde: Don’t make me lie twice, Neuvillette.
...
Neuvillette: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?
Clorinde: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?
Wriothesley: Ya know... it might be.
...
Clorinde: Did Wriothesley just tell me he loved me for the first time?
Neuvillette: Yeah, he did.
Clorinde: And did I just do finger guns back?
Neuvillette: Yeah, you did.
...
Wriothesley: Where are my fucking keys?
Clorinde: Wriothesley, Neuvillette is around, can you say it a little nicer?
Wriothesley: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
...
*Neuvillette dies in a game with ships*
Wriothesley: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.
Wriothesley: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.
Clorinde: Legend has it that Neuvillette still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks.
Neuvillette: Of course I do.
...
Wriothesley: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?
Neuvillette: Excuse me [insert name]. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?
Clorinde: What the fuck is wrong with you two?
...
Clorinde: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Wriothesley!
Neuvillette: So Wriothesley knows about this?
Clorinde, walking away: No, this is between me and me!
...
Neuvillette: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Wriothesley: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Neuvillette:
Wriothesley: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Clorinde: We know what you meant.
...
Clorinde: What have you done with Neuvillette?
Wriothesley: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?
...
Neuvillette, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?
Wriothesley: Yeah, sure.
*A few minutes later*
Wriothesley: Here you go.
Neuvillette:
Wriothesley:
Clorinde: Why am I here?
...
Wriothesley: I’m this close to falling in love with Neuvillette.
Clorinde: Your fingertips are touching.
Wriothesley: Exactly.
...
Neuvillette: Would you take a bullet for me?
Wriothesley: ...yes?
*Clorinde angrily burst into the room*
Neuvillette: *running away* Great, thanks!
guys i love them a healthy amount i swear. NOW DIE ON THIS HILL WITH ME
PART II is now up!
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🌓Sweet Girl Venus ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card
This world contains in it a great number of elements that push most everyone to toughen up and abandon all senses of calm, grace and loveliness on the path towards growing up. In this world, so many people believe that the only way towards great achievements is by becoming tough. Whilst it is true that strength of character is crucial for survival, I don’t think toughness has to translate into being actually hard on oneself or everyone else.
Psychology says, ‘When someone is exceedingly critical of the smallest, most trivial things, that means they crave Love most of all.’
Here is a love letter from the Venusian Goddess harmonic of your Higher Self to yourself💌More than you may realise at this moment, you really are still a sweet and kind baby of gentle melodies and fragrant bouquet💐If you’d eventually realise this of yourself wholeheartedly, oh, that would be…
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Pile 1 – Bubblegum Blue Baby
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what’s really sweet about you – King of Wands Rx
You’re the type of person who, in spite of your passion and determination, aren’t cruel. You possess a strong character and try to uphold justice everywhere you go. You’re really a courageous fellow with a heart of gold. Baby-blue gold. I see that you’re often the type of friend who cheers other people up; you always have an idea in your mind to make someone else feels better about their darker days. When somebody is lacking courage or confidence in themselves, you’re the one who says, ‘I believe in you, tho! It’s clear to ME you can do it!’
And because you always seem so energetic, confident and capable, people easily believe your words. I think people haven’t told you enough how grateful they are that you’re always cheering them on like that. It’s not that they’re not grateful; it’s that they don’t know how to convey their gratitude properly. You know, sometimes words fail us. Especially when you’re the type of magickal butterfly that attracts naturally a lot of people who are not so confident in themselves. Such people, sometimes they simply don’t know how to utter words of gratitude because not many people in their lives have shown them enough appreciation. You could be, probably, like the ONLY person in their world who shows them appreciation like that!
You’re really so kind and charitable, more than you’ll ever hear from the mouths of other people♥︎
honouring your softness – King of Cups
And I guess, for the most part, such people really see that you’re an authoritative figure in your own respect. Because you appear to them so large and magnanimous, people don’t even suspect that you also have your down days. Certain days, you’re also in the mood for getting praises just like everybody else! But because you don’t get that as much as you’d like, sometimes you get sad. I think you struggle with a little self-loathing (or a sense of being a phoney) every now and then, feeling like you’re not good enough whilst everybody else seems to move ever forward, supported by your encouraging words.
Sometimes you feel envious of others for what they have. They seem to have everything going on a lot easier than you. But baby, stop! This is all your wild assumption. The truth is, people really be trying their best to put up a strong face, to put their best foot forward and come and tell you good news about them, because they want to get praises from you😅Yeah, some things in Life really be tricky like that. As convoluted it gets, this is actually their way of thanking you. You encouraged them before, you gave them so much courage, inspiration and motivation; now they’re doing better and they want to let you know it’s thanks to you! They want you to feel proud of both themselves and the magnanimous ways you’ve cared for them🥲
Well, now that you know… Pretty baby, stop being so sad!🐬
a happily ever after – 7 of Cups
You’re the type of person who, most of the time, has your head in the clouds. This makes you feel ungrounded often. I think you sometimes feel overwhelmed by reality itself. There’s a lot of things you don’t understand and you often feel lost about the meaning of existence and your place in the world. Fret not—you’re hardly a failure. You’re magick, baby💙Magickal beings often find living in the Human world incredibly taxing, so you can be patient with yourself—it’s a group thing LMAO
If anything, it is exactly because you’re a magical being like this that you can be sure you’re going to get everything you want out of Life. As long as you don’t allow yourself to stop dreaming in exchange for being practical! You see, the world really isn’t as linear as you think. So, be confident in who you are and your own personal favourite methods of manifesting. There’s quite nothing in this world you can’t have. You just need to learn to focus on one or two things at a time so you get each thing you want faster⚡️Isn’t so wonderful to be so magickal?
Know that you could be so much happier. You could be so much more spiritually content because your heart really is good. In spite of some things you may believe about your flaws, your Higher Self really doesn’t view you that way. In this world that is a world of chaos where 98% of people are hurting and hurting each other, it’s expected, so it’s not such a big deal. You really are such a kind Soul and your sweetness, your charitable bubbliness, just needs your acknowledgement so you can give yourself more tender care🌸
SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻💙
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Pile 2 – Soft Enterprising Boss
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what’s really sweet about you – Ace of Pentacles
You are a powerhouse of creativity. You’re incredibly smart and resourceful. You’re like an idea bank but you couple that with real, tangible efforts that always produce real results. You have an amazing capability for laser focus and your work ethic is almost inimitable. With that, you’re truly a dependable friend who has a lot to offer those around you. People turn to you for advice, and you always have something valuable to offer. But yeah… that doesn’t mean your input is always appreciated. But that’s not your fault, right?
You need to admit that a lot of people are hopelessly confused. Sometimes, people simply want a friend to confide in and hear their whining. I know you’re almost always there to lend an ear even though it kinda irritates you that people seem so lost, so incapable of helping themselves. You genuinely want to help, but like already mentioned, sometimes all someone needs is a company that listens compassionately. I think you’re good as long as you’re there to be a pillar for someone in need.
So really, you needn’t concern yourself with how that someone will resolve their issues if they, indeed, do not seem that interested in resolving their own issues🤪It’s not like you’re getting paid for caring so much about other people’s personal drama!
honouring your softness – 2 of Pentacles
More than you give yourself credit for, you’re actually a really reasonable person. You’re grounded in reality and able to weigh options more realistically than most people you know. You’re always thinking of pros and cons in your head. That’s wonderfully responsible, of course, but sometimes you could get stuck in a rut when you simply can’t decide. Still, I think you’re such a wonderfully capable person who’s willing to go the distance when your mind’s finally set for a prize.
You’re ambitious and tenacious; no matter the challenge, you’re up for whatever. If it requires lessons, training, complex practices, extensive readings, you can do it all. But hey, stop to breathe a little, will you? The world doesn’t end tomorrow so you needn’t hurry so much, alright? It benefits no one to be so hard on yourself whatever the rewards may be at the end. What’s really exciting about this whole thing is how much you’re enjoying yourself as you gain knowledge and skills. So, I hope you remember this at all times.
As long as you’re having fun, Life’s good, you know. You can’t possibly think that Life’s only gonna get good when you’re at the end of your journey, right?
a happily ever after – 8 of Wands
You are a visionary—admit it. You have amazing ideas and your visions could possibly even change the world. You could become someone profoundly inspirational because there’s a teacher-like quality in you. If you feel that you’re not that good at communicating your ideas, it’s definitely a skill you can polish. You really have got it in you to become an effective speaker, even on a public platform, because your mind is usually quite methodical. Practice is all you need.
Even if you identify as someone shy, or timid, actually you will be so much happier in Life if you could be in the public eye for when you do so, you get to be charitable with your skills and knowledge. When you’re older in Life, you will have gained so much expertise in various disciplines, and if you’re not gonna share with others, how else are you gonna ever feel blessed?
You are a shooting star sent from Mars—or Venus—to teach Humanity a transcendent way of living. I hope you never forget how precious you are just for the fact you’ve reincarnated on Earth in this passage of time😜
SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻🧡
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Pile 3 – New-World Inventor
VIBE: Super Shy by NewJeans & Spicy by aespa
what’s really sweet about you – 4 of Cups
Gosh, you are such a loyal one that sometimes it comes to your detriment. You’re the type of person who could go the extra mile to accompany someone who doesn’t even deserve your compassion. You’re willing to sacrifice a lot to make another person feels less alone even when you’re not getting the same in return. I think you have a noble heart and that’s something clearly valuable. But… I hope you know when to stop giving your support to those who are clearly losers, hopeless cases. There’s only so much you could give to another when your own Cups aren’t getting filled in return.
‘People treat you the way they view you. Be blind if you want.’
I know you don’t want to disappoint because you know how depressing it is to get disappointed. You know first hand all the painful sensations that come with having your trust broken. But the way I see it, you shouldn’t turn your past disappointments into a goody two shoes tendency to please everybody. Are you certain this isn’t just a weird overcompensation that could destroy you in the end? You may wanna check out this concept of a Good Girl Syndrome. Understanding the symptoms could just help you unravel the patterns🧵🪡✂️
honouring your softness – Queen of Pentacles
You are an Old Soul, and it doesn’t matter how young or old you are right now, you have this innate desire to be of service to others. On a profound Soul level, you have this magnanimous energy that makes you want to care and nourish those you come into contact with. You are really a kind person, incredibly generous, to a fault LMAO After all, this Human world is littered with shameless takers who do not set a limit for themselves. You don’t wanna be stupid enough to get drained all the time by ingrates, right?
So, it’s time to stop giving too much of yourself and start affirming that you, too, deserve the company of people who will nourish you as much as you them. If you don’t start reaffirming this daily, it may never manifest, which would be such a shame because you’re so deserving to be blessed with warmth and sweet emotions🥧
a happily ever after – Page of Swords Rx
At the present moment, you may be thinking you’re simply afraid of conflicts and arguments. Heck, you don’t even like feeling other people’s negative emotions. If you were to stand up for yourself, you’re sure everybody would give you a nasty look, or even spew very unkind words to make you feel bad. So you know this and you try to avoid that as much as possible. But that’s got to stop now because when you really think about it, all the chaos and conflicts are WITHIN you. Is that even worth it? Do you think you deserve to live like this?
‘You’re keeping the peace around you, but what about the peace in you?’
I’d like to remind you, you’re really such a smart person. You’re so knowledgeable and actually, if you’re honest, have great desires to be of service to the world. You’re a high-value somebody, so you’re allowed to muster the courage to affirm that you CAN take up space and still maintain your boundaries. Alright? One day you’re going to really change the world. But right now, you need to change your world first.
Don’t be afraid of being seen as a bitch, especially when you know you’re not a bad person🍒Sweet girls can still be SPICY🌶
SWEET GIRL ENTERPRISE🔻💗
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Online Matchup
Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.
warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing
word count: 3072
a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.
ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Inspired by this:
September 19
You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!
Y/N
So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime
Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman?
Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought?
Cuz, I can do the second one
I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids
Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary
….
well maybe one of them i would fight
I say fight but its wont be
Oh man, I am so sorry about this.
This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler
I’m just gonna see myself out
Goodday
Jason
Ngl this made me laugh
So who would you fight but not really?
Y/N
You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight?
No way
Jason
Way
you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you
Y/N
…
okay but you need to answer my question first
Jason:
Lol fair.
And it would be the second one.
I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons
Y/N:
So you're a fighter?
Jason
Nope
This isn’t how it works
y/n:
Fine but remember, you asked for this
Jason:
Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe
y/n:
…….
Jason:
Oh shit you do?!
y/n:
I plead the fifth
Jason:
You just got a little more interesting
y/n:
I’m going home
Jason:
Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life
y/n:
No, nope
Don’t say that
The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me
Jason:
Let me be the judge of that
We matched for a reason and i want to find out
Don’t you?
Y/n:
Aren’t you a charmer
Okay fine.
20 questions?
Jason:
Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam
y/n:
I was hoping you would drop this, damn
Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know
Jason:
Nightwing
Y/N:
Really?
Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered
Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest.
Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way.
I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.
Jason:
So your plan is to talk circles around him?
Y/N:
Yes
Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away
Bro won’t see it coming
Jason:
I should tell my brother
He’s a huge nightwing fan
y/n:
Nooooooooooo
No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am
Especially your family
I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’
Jason:
You think this will go that far?
Y/N:
Honestly? No
But i have hope
You?
Jason:
Ya
Anyways, red robin?
Y/N:
You skipped red hood
Jason:
Saving him for last
Y/N:
Fair
Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt
He is too young and not my type
So i use his weakness
Jason:
There’s no way you know that
Y/N:
No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.
Jason:
How do you know that?
Y/N:
Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot
I asked him once, why?
Dude said, and i kid you not
‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’
Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day
Jason:
Shit day?
Y/N:
Ugh you had no idea.
I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late
Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that
Jason:
You in school?
Y/n:
Ya, only two years in but i want it to end
Jason:
Not a fan?
Y/N:
Eh
When did we start playing 20 questions?
Jason:
Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals
Y/N:
Curses
Me and my big mouth
Who’s next?
Jason:
We’re still on RR
Y/N:
Blah right
I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it
Jason:
The fact that that could actually work is scary
Are you sure you’re not a villain?
Y/N:
Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep
Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal
Jason:
Robin
Y/N:
Are you nuts?
I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him
He scares me
Jason:
Why?
Y/N:
I watched him fight a few times
The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be
I bet he could kill too
He looks like it
Jason:
Okay you're not wrong
But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?
Y/N:
Cannot believe you’re making me do this
Fine
Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him
Jason:
Do you know what that is?
Y/N:
…
I am going to die
If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands
Jason:
Come on, you gotta tell me
I’m at the edge of my seat here
Y/N:
Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me
Jason:
But we’ve only just met
Y/N:
Maybe so, but I actually like you
But i���m starting to doubt
Jason:
Aw come on, little bird
Y/N:
Damnit
I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats
Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours
Jason:
It was the little bird wasn’t it?
Y/N:
So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle?
Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them
No, you know what?
I can tell you my answer for all three of them
I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?
Jason:
That’s your answer to everything huh?
Y/n:
Yup
Jason:
Even with RH?
Y/n:
…
He’s different
Jason:
How so?
Y/N:
Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge
Or laugh
Jason:
Should I be scared?
Y/N:
Depends
Anyways, i have a crush on him
So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried
Jason:
You have a crush on Red Hood?
Out of everyone there is, why him?
Y/N:
You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t
Jason:
I didn’t say shit
Now tell me why him?
Y/N:
Hell if I know
But have you seen him?
Jason:
I have but you don’t even see his face
Y/N:
That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood
I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask
Jason:
You really are something else
Y/N:
Sorry
I’m a big fan of RH
And I guess I like the thought of a mystery
So if you want to end this now, I understand
Jason:
Who said anything about ending this?
Y/N:
Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out
Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want
Jason:
They’re stupid
I ain’t leaving for that
And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day
Y/N:
HA
That’s not going to happen
I freeze up when I’m near someone I like
I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away
No thank you
Jason:
Thought it out huh
Y/N:
You have no idea
Anyways, 20 questions?
Jason:
I did promise
You can ask a couple?
Y/N:
Favourite colour?
Jason:
Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple
Y/N:
Answer the question Jason
Jason:
Green
Y/N:
Thank you
Favourite food?
Jason:
What’s with the easy questions?
Give me some hard hitting personal ones
Y/N:
I will in time
Now, answers please
Jason:
Chili dogs
Y/N:
Those things are gross
Jason:
Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food
You just have to find the right places
Y/N:
Mmkay, if you say so
Jason:
Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places
Y/N:
That right?
Jason:
Only way to convince you
Where do you go to school?
Y/N:
Looking forward to it
Gotham University, you?
Jason:
Not yet, but trying to
Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while
Y/N:
Fucking what?!
Gonna need that story
Jason:
Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it
YN:
Damnit
Jason:
Sorry little bird
Y/N:
You didn’t need to say it so casually tho
Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation
And not elaborate on it
This is bullshit, sir
Jason:
It has happened to people
Y/N:
Yeah, but they tell people why
You just
Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet
Whatever, i’ll drop it
Jason:
You sure?
Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story
Y/N:
Yes I’m sure
Yes it will bother me
But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy
I’m not a pushy person
Jason:
Awe does someone have a wittle crush
Y/N:
No
You got nothing on RH
Jason:
Now that just hurts, little bird
Y/N:
Don’t you have a question you need to ask?
Jason:
Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered
Y/N:
Amazing weather we’re having
Despite the rain and all
Jason:
Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing
For now
Born in Gotham?
Y/N:
No
I am from Metropolis, moved here for school
Jason:
Any other reason?
Y/N:
Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building
I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in
Minute I graduated high school, I moved
Jason:
But why Gotham?
Y/N:
Gotham intrigues me
Jason:
You’re so weird
Y/N:
Thank you
Since you’re not in school, what do you do?
Jason:
Mechanic
Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life
Y/N:
Not a great relationship?
Jason:
You can say that
So, engineering huh?
Y/N:
Yup
I love building and taking things apart
Have since I was little
Jason:
Gonna change the world?
Y/N:
Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp
Jason:
Please tell me your joking
Y/N:
Ah, not a fan I see
Can’t blame you but I am not
It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away
I accepted before getting my other interviews
Jason:
jumped the gun a bit
Y/N:
Yeah I did.
I wished I didn’t but oh well
I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out
Jason:
Why don’t you quit now?
Y/N:
I am a broke college student who needs money
If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me
Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs
Jason:
Can’t believe I’m saying this
but try wanye enterprise
I hear they’re good to work for
Y/n:
I plan too eventually
But at the moment, this is fine
The hours I have now works with my school hours
Jason:
How’s working there anyways?
Y/N:
Not too bad I guess
I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones
The people are nice and all but it could be better
Jason:
But you don’t like it there?
Y/N:
I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess
Jason:
So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?
Y/N:
I’ve seen one of their fights
Nothing to believe
Jason:
Must of been some fight
Y/N:
Mm
So
What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?
Jason:
You can’t be weird about it
Y/N:
Oh?
I am intrigued
Jason:
You’re making it weird
Y/N:
I am not
It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something
That would have been weird
Jason:
Is this how you felt when I teased you?
Y/N:
Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?
Jason:
I hate you
Y/N:
Okay
Jason:
I do
Y/N:
You’re deflecting
Jason:
Oh my god
Fine
He’s my dad, well adoptive dad
Y/N:
Cool
Jason:
That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad?
Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?
Y/N:
Nope
Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce
Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all
But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring
He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with
Who cares if he’s rich
Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I?
Who cares about Bruce Wayne
I wanna know Jason Todd
Jason:
You know? I think I may actually be in love
Y/N:
Stooooooop
You can’t say things like that
Jason
Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?
Y/N
And if I do?
Jason
Gotta say it’s my favourite past time
Y/N
So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce
Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?
Jason
Wow
WOW
I cannot believe you
We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh?
I see how it is
Y/N
I told you they were coming
Jason
I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic
Y/N
Yeah I want to say sorry
But I’m not
I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself
Jason
Can’t do positive attention
Y/N
Eh
Jason
I hear you
And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms
Y/N
Mm, I’m sure he’s trying
Jason
In his own Bruce way yeah
Y/N
Are you?
Jason
I like to believe I am
Why the interest?
Y/N
I don’t know
Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best
Jason
You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?
Y/N
HA
Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion
Jason
That is true
So then what?
Y/N
My mom says we are too similar to each other
Got the same attitude and all
I believe it
Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing
Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading
Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk
Jason
Wow
Sorry
Y/N
Yeah
It’s gotten better since I moved out
Now it’s there, and I’m still processing
Jason
Processing what?
Y/N
Mm
It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met
Jason
Can’t be worse than me being dead for months
Y/N
Months?!
How many?
Jason
Oh damn
You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with
Y/N
I shall take that as a complement
Jason
As you should
And no, I will not be elaborating
Y/N
Alright fair
But I will get the story
Jason
Mm, I’m sure you will
So? Gonna answer my question
Y/N
Last year he was diagnosed with cancer
Not sure what it is, but it already spread
Jason
How long did the doctors give him?
Y/N
He didn’t want to know
Can’t blame him for
Jason
Sorry about that
Y/N
Yeah
Jason
You don’t sound to hurt about it
Y/N
Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel
With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too
But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes
Jason
Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets
Y/N
Trying to
He is just making it impossible
Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night
I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show
Jason
Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help
Y/N
How many do you have?
Jason
Do you read anything about the Wayne family?
Y/N
Nope
What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them
Jason
Really committed on not caring about him, huh
Four brothers and three sisters
Y/N
Big family
Jason
Bruce likes to adopt
Y/N
I can tell
Anyways, have fun tonight
Jason
I’ll try
Would you be interested in talking some more?
Y/N
I would love to
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Track #1: Shrike - Hozier Drabble Masterlist
(Unrequited) Sebek Zigvolt x Reader, Background Malleus Draconia x Reader
Summary: Sebek watches Malleus fall in love with you, and then he does too.
i. remember me, love
The first time Sebek takes notice of you, he fears it’s already too late. He’s seen you around before, but he’s never bothered to do more than let his eyes gloss over you. His focus remains on Lord Malleus most of the time, so he can’t afford to pay too much attention to other details of the world, let alone a random human.
Malleus is, in fact, the reason he first pays attention to you. Despite Lilia’s admonishment to ‘leave Malleus to his whims,’ Sebek has gone chasing after his young master with Silver being dragged along. The two of them search campus until they eventually come along Ramshackle dorm.
Sebek quickly dismisses the dorm; the pile of rubble that hardly qualifies as a building would not be a place Lord Malleus would frequent. It’s dark out, so the two of them can’t see very far ahead, but Silver insists on continuing forward, pointing out the gargoyles on the side of Ramshackle that the half-fae failed to take notice of. Silver is then forced to try and calm Sebek’s momentary freak-out about not noticing one of his housewarden’s favourite things.
The two of them quiet down when they hear laughter coming from closer to the building. Sebek almost doesn’t recognize it at first; it’s been a while since he’s actually heard Malleus laugh.
Silver promptly slaps a hand over Sebek’s mouth when he tries to shout for him: “Please, Sebek. Leave him be. Malleus has finally made a friend.”
Silver and Sebek watch from the shadows as the two of you walk under a street light, your forms finally visible. The half-fae breathes a sigh of relief when realizing you two stand a couple meters away from each other; nothing else would be appropriate for the future king of Briar Valley.
While they’re forced to wait out the end of your conversation with Malleus, Sebek is able to get a good look at you. He vaguely recognizes you from your friendship with his fellow first years but other than that, he doesn’t know much about you or what you might want with his lord.
Although, he considers, you must be…something at least to have captured the interest of Malleus. Nothing extraordinary, you are just a human after all, but perhaps something worth looking at for a small time. Sebek dismisses the thought - you will be gone soon enough, he has nothing to worry about regarding Malleus.
Silver covers his mouth again as they watch you ask for Malleus’s hand before bringing it up to your lips for a quick kiss.
ii. when i’m reborn
Sebek walks side by side with you down the streets of a small market near the castle. You’d wanted to go out but Malleus was busy, so he sent Sebek to guard you. He catches many stares as the two of you look at the street stalls, whispers about the human who captured their king’s heart. Some more kind than others.
“They’re just a human- far below someone like our Lord Malleus. Are we sure they haven’t placed a love spell on him?” Someone whispers from the crowds.
Sebek almost turns around to yell at the voice, but you grab his arm to pull him along with you, leaving the situation behind.
“What are you doing? You won’t defend your own honour?” He protests.
“What I’m doing is staying out of trouble and not caring what these strangers think of me,” you say flatly. “Why do you care anyway? Don’t you agree with them?”
“I,” Sebek pauses, “I only wish to defend my lord’s name. He would never be able to be subdued by a mere love potion, let alone one given by a human.” And you wouldn’t need a love potion to capture someone’s heart, he doesn’t say.
“Whatever.”
The two of you decide to head back to the castle, walking until your path is intercepted.
“What are you doing in this part of the trail? Don’t you know humans aren’t safe here?” The fae taunts.
“Just leave us alone and we’ll be gone,” you reply. “I don’t think anyone here wants more trouble than they can deal with.”
“Oh? You think you can do anything against me? You’re just an insect on my shoe!” The stranger laughs.
“DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU’RE TALKING TO? THE FUTURE QUEEN OF BRIAR VALLEY AND ONE OF MALLEUS’ KNIGHTS. KNEEL AND APOLOGIZE BEFORE I’M FORCED TO TAKE ACTION.” For once, you’re thankful for Sebek’s booming voice. The unknown man winces slightly at the sudden noise before recognition dawns on his face.
“You’re the little half-fae he took in, huh? He must have taken pity on you, a disgusting half-blood abomination. Well your king isn’t here, is he?”
“Sebek?” The glare he has locked on the man is intense, but he manages to turn his attention to you. “Beat his ass.”
And so, he does. With years of training under Lilia in magic and combat, the fae is, of course, no match for Sebek. You add in a little kick to his side at the end.
“Couldn’t take on a half-fae and a mere human?” you taunt the fallen man.
In the high of your victory, Sebek forgets he’s supposed to hate you, and the two of you share a high-five.
iii. as the shrike to your sharp
“You can’t marry him.”
“What? Sebek- Why would you say that?” you turn around at the half-fae’s words.
“Because-YOU KNOW WHY! YOU ARE HUMAN. DISGUSTINGLY INFERIOR AND UNWORTHY OF MARRYING A FAE LIKE MALLEUS.”
“Sebek! I’ve told you, I’m sick and tired of you saying things like that!” You yell back, approaching him. “Malleus loves me even though I’m human,” you lower your voice, “Why can’t you accept that a fae could love a human?”
Sebek remains uncharacteristically silent in response to your question, no longer meeting your eyes in righteous anger.
“I just don’t understand. I know I’m unworthy of Malleus, but it’s not because he’s a fae, it’s because everything else about him - his kindness, his loving nature. And your own parents are human and fae, how could you not-”
You’ve stopped right in front of him, close in a way that burns because he knows it means that despite everything he’s done, you still consider him a friend. And you are close, so close that Sebek leans down and lets his lips brush over your own, leaving the two of you in silence when you quickly pull away.
“There you are, my love,” Malleus says, coming through the doorway. “And hello, Sebek. Ah, don’t look so dismayed, I know it is bad luck in your human customs for the couple to see each other before the wedding ceremony, but I couldn’t be apart from you that long.”
Malleus seems not to notice the tension in the air, and Sebek feels himself disappear into the wallpaper when you snap out of your startled haze. He watches the two of you share a kiss like he’s not in the room, and Sebek feels the wetness gather in his eyes, threatening to drench his cheeks any second. The two of you are so occupied by each other, neither of you react to him leaving.
iv. and glorious thorn
While everyone else gathers at the centre of the floor, dancing together in celebration, Sebek sits in the corner of the wedding venue. His eyes try and lose you, but every time they inevitably find their way back to your form, held in Malleus’ arms as the two of you sway together. He spots Lilia break off from the group, approaching his table.
“This would be a good chance for you to socialize, Sebek. You know most of Briar Valley is here, you could meet a nice fae like you’ve always wanted.”
“I’m not interested in such things,” Sebek dismisses.
“I see. Has someone else perhaps caught your eye?” Lilia follows Sebek’s line of sight, sighing when it lands on you. “Has something upset you?”
“I made them sad. I don’t know why but seeing them sad, I can’t help but feel…no. No, why should I feel upset? My lord has married the most beautiful person in the world. Nothing could make me happier,” Sebek murmurs.
“Sebek…”
“Lilia, why does my chest hurt? Why does it almost feel like…I didn’t want them to go.”
“That’s just love,” Lilia says, taking a seat beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re going to be okay. Maybe you need to take some time away. I could see if Silver would accompany you-”
“I need to be here. To protect both of them. My feelings…they are irrelevant. My life is sworn to Malleus. I will be okay if I know they are happy.”
Sebek’s gaze lingers. He can’t help but feel that his eyes will give out before they ever stray from you.
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having a baby with marshall mathers/eminem
masterlist
headcanon includes timeline, pregnancy and after birth bullet points
for the purpose of this headcanon the baby is called romy
timeline
i imagine marshall to also be young in this universe — 24 years old, can barely keep a job down. you work multiple jobs to pull through college. becoming parents was the last thing on your mind
finding out you were pregnant was a shock; as much sex as you two had, you always made sure to be protected, so when you suddenly realised your period was late and took a pregnancy test your heart literally dopped
you literally dropped everything, crammed the test into your pockets and marched through the frosty detroit morning to the restaurant marshall was currently employed under and asked to see him
marshall assured you that whatever conclusion you came to would be right and would support you no matter what
that definitely was the biggest weight lifted off your shoulders—the reassurance that marshall would stick with you if you decided to keep the baby
it was definitely a tough decision and took you almost two weeks to completely make up your mind
you ofc decided to keep the baby (otherwise whats the point of this headcanon?)
marshall promised to that he would be by your side and support his new family
literally 5 seconds after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, he pulled out a ring and said ‘thank god cause this is just a good excuse to marry you’
and we all know that having a child in marriage is far easier (but marshall also loved you and would’ve married you anyways)
baby mathers would be born on december 25th aka christmas because it would just be the best christmas present
what it would include (during pregnancy)
i feel like marshall is the type to be extra careful with you; offering his arm or hand when walking down steps, not letting you carry heavy things, making sure you cannot be hurt in whatever it is you are doing. and if any of his friends did something harmless but he saw it as a danger, he would be so pissed off
i also think it’s very possible for him to call your unborn baby ‘baby mathers; little slim’ something sweet that builds a connection
i imagine marshall to be very helpful with things around the house or other things that need to be done but he’ll definitely be pissed a few times because even though he understands that you’re supposed to relax and take care of yourself and the baby, he feels an extra burden so maybe he snaps once or twice? he immediately apologises but it’s a lot for a man who constantly takes new jobs and tries to be the best husband and father
i 100% see him talking to your stomach. he’ll talk to his daughter, catch her up on life and what he’s doing
‘hello baby, it’s daddy. mommy only has a few months left before we finally get to meet you. don’t take too long though because mama is startin’ to get very tired. the doctor said that you’re due for christmas. now daddy isn’t one who belives in destiny but you my little lady are goin’ to be our little christmas present. daddy has no money right now and that makes him feel like a bum but he’ll work extra hard to give you everything you ever want… if you ever want a unicorn you just come and let daddy know, okay?’
i have this gut feeling that he tries to hide his feelings. during this time marshall is so overwhelmed. he’s happy to welcome his daughter, stressed because he doesn’t know how long his job will last and how much money he can put down. you’ll find him crying in the kitchen one night after you wake up and couldn’t feel him beside you. you let him cry alone knowing he needed alone time
marshall will try to honour your cravings and buy you anything you want. if he’s short on money or can’t leave he will ask deshaun to swing by (and shaun cannot say no to you)
the d12 group will 100% pledge allegiance to baby mathers!! like you just now that as soon as you hang out together they’re gonna talk about how baby mathers will be protected at all costs, no one’s gonna f*ck with her etc. it’s like they’re her bodyguards ready to get at anyone’s neck who would even dare take a wrong glance at her
marshall’s arm would drape over your stomach when you two sleep at night. his arm would go from lying on a flat surface to a montain but he didn’t seem to mind. it was a habit he picked up
when you get closer to your due date this man would be stressed!! i mean stressed! any call out (shit, fuck, no, yes, what, literally the list goes on and on) would have a panting marshall by your side in less than a few seconds. he’s just waiting for your water to break. he’s extra careful during the last weeks because at this point you’re also stressed and just want the pregnancy to be done with
so when your water does finally break you know the bag is packed and in less than 5 minutes you’re on your way to the hospital, i just know it
extra: during labour he’s so supportive: holding your hand, motivating you, but deep inside he’s so much more stressed than you are lmao
what it would include (after birth)
he would not be able to let go of her. any time you turn away and look back he’d have little romy in his arms, literally hearts in his eyes as he stares down at her
you both decided on breastfeeding but you bought formula so that he could feed her and seeing him holding her in his arms feeding her the bottle makes your heart skip a beat. it allowed him to be as close to her as you were during feedings
he is absolutely obsessed with her hands. he loves how her baby hand wraps around his finger, and when she’s older the feeling of her small hand in his as it engulfs hers
plus he loves carrying her. he just loves the closeness. he will carry his baby girl anywhere and everywhere
marshall would be so proud to show her off to his friends. and if she wasn’t with him he’d find any reason to talk about her. they could be talking about the best ways to make a drink and he’d just start rambling about baby romy. some of them playfully roll their eyes but understand where he’s coming from
he’ll definitely be overwhelmed the first months when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night because it just adds to the stress but will never openly complain about it. he toughens up and goes to her room to calm her down
he’d have an addiction with baby clothes and browsing around stores literally fighting himself wether or not he actually needs to buy certain things
he’ll only address his daughter as ‘baby’ to the point you tell him to start calling her romy because she’d probably start to believe that baby was her name
marshall would definitely beat himself up trying to live up to his own expectations as a father. having no father to look up to, he tries to do his daughter justice but feels like he fails her in certain moments. those moments similar to those during pregnancy, he would sit alone in the kitchen just thinking about how to make things right
he’d insist on bringing baby romy EVERYWHERE. this man cannot stay away from her for longer than a few hours. she’s his serotonin, his lifeline
he’d have a piggy bank for her where he would put a 1/4 of his pay into so that she would be able to buy things she wanted
romy (and you) would serve as his main inspiration for music and also motivate him to work hard to make it out of greensbriar
after his rise to fame, despite his busy work schedule, marshall tries to spend as much time with her as possible
he tries to do few shows so that he’s not away from her and you for too long
with the rise of fame, his income flooded in. marshall buys her almost everything she wants. not stuff she doesn’t need but a lot. he’s not spoiling her in the way you think. he just wants her to have everything he didn’t have and make her happy. and if buying her a fourth barbie doll makes his baby smile then he will buy her that fourth barbie doll!!
though romy serves as his drive and motivation and inspiration for many of his songs, he tries to keep her out of the spotlight and out of hollywood. as soon as he’s done recording, attending award shows etc. he’s back on a plane to detroit to see his baby the only lady he adores (see what i did? ofc you did.)
he’d just be such an amazing father which you remind him of every day. he still doubts a lot but he’s starting to know his impact on her life
also romy comes before anything else!! daddy-daughter-day at kindergarten? sorry dre but this recording will be postponed. tour dates fall onto romy’s first day of school? yeah that tour night ain’t happening—i think you get what i’m trying to say. nothing will stop him from experiencing milestones and important memories in her life and in his life as a father (learned what not to do from his father)
the older she gets the more sentimental he becomes. seeing his baby grow up makes him sad and proud at the same time. she’s not only his whole world but she is the reason for him breathing and continuing in life even if it seems that life doesn’t want him to win
you made romy a cd with all the songs dedicated or about her from her daddy so when she’s in her room playing with dolls whatever, his songs are on repeat and the sight of it could make him fall to his knees (metaphorically speaking)
when romy turns 4 and older she’ll randomly make him watch her self choreographed dances or sing along to his songs and you best believe he is smiling and clapping after EVERY performance his baby girl gives!! he’s her number 1 fan. he even encourages her to show his friends and you already now they’re hyping up their little lady
and when romy is 15, oh she’s gonna rap him some of his songs and he’ll have the same reaction. maybe even share the stage for one song? who knows?
marshall is known for his rap and not for his cooking for a reason but he has few recipes like pancakes or foods he grew up with that are staples and enjoys cooking them for romy (she has her dad’s tastebuds 100%)
when romy has nightmares he’ll let her sleep in your bed for as long as she needs to feel safe again (deep down he never wants his baby to leave)
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Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of Rin Okumura with a female S/O (she is a highly skilled exorcist and Rin's childhood friend too) who can speak to the dead and see them..it was probably due to the fact that her father is the grim reaper. S/O mainly found it heartbreaking sometimes when the ghost is often a child who died in a car when a train hit it or a soldier didn't realise he was dead and so on..but she helps them move on, helps victim's families move on from the pain..S/O knows that every family member suffered differently..People thought she was weird..talking to thin air but S/O was talking to the dead.
Yukio's relationship with Rin's girlfriend too and what would he think of her ability to speak and see the dead.
Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons!
Fandom: Blue Exorcist
Characters: Rin Okumura and Yukio Okumura x gn! Reader (separate)
He’s not going to lie. Rin finds your abilities a bit creepy. Does that mean he cares about you any less? Absolutely not! If anything, he thinks it makes you even more interesting.
He is definitely intimidated by your father though. Sure, his dad is Satan. But your dad is literally the Grim Reaper. Anyone who wasn’t at least a bit scared of that must be crazy.
Even though he can’t see the dead, Rin will help you out with aiding them in moving on however he can. He thinks you’re very honourable for wanting to help the departed.
If anyone dares to comment on how they think you’re weird for talking to “air” while Rin’s around, they’re going to have a very angry son of Satan yelling at them to keep their wrong opinions to themselves. He’s your personal cheerleader and bodyguard.
Yukio thinks your abilities are fascinating, however he is going to be suspicious of you if you can’t give him a very good reason as to why you can see them. He’s just not a very trusting person.
If you try to keep your powers or heritage secret from him, he will trust you even less. However, if you’re open about these things, his respect for you will rise.
He knows it’s not easy revealing these sorts of things to people, especially when you don’t know how they will react. As a result, he will also defend you should people comment on your seemingly strange behaviour.
Thinks you’re a good partner for Rin, especially if you’re more on the quiet side. He hopes your empathetic and people pleasing tendencies will rub off on his brother and help mellow him out a bit.
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