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mylittlesyn · 1 year

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𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀

CW: Dubcon, noncon creampie, squirting, literal demon fucking, belly bulge, cervix fucking, cuckolding (Toji cucks Naoya)

Premise: This is part two per request to Fame at the Price of a Fortune. You end up pregnant and summoned back to hell to be Toji's demon queen... Will you be able to negotiate your way out of it?

Part One

Masterlist

The phone rang in your hand. There it was. The call you had been waiting for. You had auditioned for the part you were called for after your encounter with the demon, and you had done well. You had absolutely killed it. At least every indication that you had done so was there. After a few rings, you answered the call. “Hello?”

They started by talking about your performance on the role as you pace around your studio apartment walking from the kitchen area to the bathroom door and back each time as you listened to their feedback. “Despite the few pointers we stated… We feel you are the best fit for the lead role.” You heard them say, and you quietly jumped up and down in your living area, not caring about the thumping coming from the ground below you. “Are you interested?”

“Yes! Yes of course!” You nearly shouted into the phone, but after a few moments you heard no reply. “Hello?” You called out, but when you looked at your phone you see the call had dropped. That’s when you noticed your surroundings. You held out your hand and a powdery grey substance fell on your palm. The air smelt of something putrid burning, but you were finding yourself shivering. There was towers and towers of jagged rock,

“My my…” A familiar voice called out behind you and when you twirled around, you were faced with abdominal muscles that were all too familiar. Your hands bunched into fists and you gritted your teeth in rage as a pointed tail tilted your head up to see those piercing green eyes. “It seems my beautiful queen has arrived.” He smirked, only to have you push back with both hands on his chest. He stumbled back for a mere step with a chuckle as you let out something akin to a growl.

“We made a deal.” You snarled while watching him take another step back to sit in a stone throne, legs spread out wide in his loosened kimono, barely leaving things covered as he rested his cheek on his fist.

“We did. I gave you the opportunity and might I say, that was quite a compelling performance. You even got the big part I made sure they called you for. You’re quite impressive.” The way he said everything was something akin to a taunt. It was like a provocation. Still, you were seething with rage and you found yourself stomping your way to him, climbing up on his throne to straddle him, grabbed his horns, and pushed them back so that his head tilted upwards and the back of his head slamming against the stone throne.

“The deal was I get an opportunity, which means I get to play a role and fix my reputation.” You hissed.

“No… The deal was an audition. Which I gave you, and you completed… And now…” His sick evil grin grew on his face as he reached out with his head still tilted back and he rested his hand on your stomach. “Now you’ll bear my child and become my queen.” He explained before letting out a deep dark chuckle.

“And who’s fault is that?!” You shouted while pulling on his horns before pushing them back so his head hit against the stone again, his lips turning into a brief scowl. “Send me back!” You demanded as you were met with two metal tridents before you, in between you and Toji. His hand went from your stomach, to shoo off the two other demons. One was blond with piercing brown eyes, the other forgettable to you.

“I’m not sending you back. So what are you going to do?” Another taunt, so you decided to taunt him back. You’ve had enough of his smug looks, his cocky attitude… You pulled his horns off to the side to expose his neck, his eyes strained trying to watch your every move. You bit down into him to hear him grunt and growl as your hand flew to release his length from the silk robes. Without another thought, you got off of Toji to take off your clothes, moving as quickly as you could, not even thinking about where the clothes were flying off to or how you were being seen. You moved back to straddle him, his hands still tightly gripping onto the arm rests. Gripping onto his horns once more, you start to rub his thick girth between your folds. Lips ghost over his neck, your lashes grazing his cheek as you decide where to start planting kisses. Your breath is hot against his skin, your wet arousal coating him.

Still, when you pulled away some to look into his eyes, you were met with nothing but that smug smile again. He huffed a chuckle when a moan escaped you and you wanted nothing more than to slap him in the face. Something akin to a snarl came from his lips when your palm smacked his cheek. “You think you can just do whatever you want?” You hissed in his ear before tugging on the lobe.

“I’m one to the high demons of hell, I can do what I damn well please…” He taunted with a smile when you gripped onto his jaw. “I’m just being nice by letting you do what you want.”

“You think you’re so cocky… That you’re such hot shit.” You scoffed with your own smug smile. Gripping onto his horns again, you pushed his head out and licked a strip from his neck his jaw before letting go of the horns and backing down from his lap. The castle-esque room you were in had something akin to brick flooring, that was warm to the bottom of your feet. “Well…” You hummed while spinning around, swaying your hips as you moved. “You can take your fat cock and shove it up your own ass.” You spat while walking to the blonde with the piercing brown eyes. While completely ignoring the ‘higher demon’, you stood before the lesser one with smaller horns. Grabbing onto those horns, you pulled him down for a kiss, making him drop the spear in his hands before your feet. Your tongue slid past his lips, his hands hesitantly ghosting over your hips.

A strong hand pulled your shoulder spinning you around. Before you had time to react you felt yourself being thrown over Toji’s shoulder. “You think you can cuck me?!” He thundered as you heard a large thud behind you. You battered your fists against his back, kicking while trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Instead, his arm wrapped around you tighter, keeping you in place as he moved to the opposite side of his throne. He gripped onto your waist, and pulled you down from his shoulder to just man handle you as if you weighed nothing. Once he placed you so you were laying bent over one of the arm rests of his throne, facing the lesser demon who was just picking himself up off of the floor.

“No!” You cried while trying to wriggle free despite your feet not being able to touch the floor. There was a large hand gripping tightly onto your hip as you started to kick back at the demon’s thighs. “Stop being such an asshole!” You shouted while the lesser demon with blonde hair that looked dyed watched as he picked up his trident.

There was a deep sinister laugh coming from behind you, one that made your stomach churn before you felt his warm skin pressed against your back. “I’m a demon, my queen… What exactly were you expecting?” He whispered into your ear, his lips pressing the smuggest of smiles to your ear.

Clenching your jaw, your mind started to race a mile a minute. Was this really going to be your life now? Were you going to be stuck? In hell? Your hopes and dreams of being an actress forever ruined? To top it all off, you could feel his leaking tip pushing past the thighs you had started to squeeze together, but that only made him enjoy the tightness of it. The groan he let out made your stomach churn just as much as you tried to think of anything to get you out of this mess.

“A demon queen has powers. Has strength and abilities and can get what she wants… Right?” You bargained, feeling him stop the languid thrusts between your thighs. “You liked me because I intrigued you, was different than any other human before… If you want that you compromise with me… Deal?” You pushed up on the cushion of the stone throne to try to look over your shoulder at the hulking beast behind you. That chiseled jaw tightened and relaxed as he thought before he stole a glance at the lesser demon in front of you both. When he looked back at you, that sickening smile let you know that he had thought of something.

“You’ll cuck him with me, bear my child, and stay with me.” He demanded with you hesitantly shaking your head. “The deal is your soul is now mine.” That’s when you felt the chill sent down your spine. The only reason you nodded again was because you never explicitly stated what your plan was. Now he had to agree to it, no matter what. Thick fingers ran into your hair to grip it and pull back so he could whisper into your ear. “I like making deals.” You could hear the smirk in his voice right before he licked a stripe up your cheek.

His hips moved away from you but his grip strengthened on you with both hands on your hips again. He lifted you up, carrying you to have you sit on his lap when he sat down on the throne. You could feel his length pressed against your back, a certain wetness coating your skin. The thick pad of his finger pressed between your folds, moving from your hole and gathering the slick. Moving it upwards, his finger pressed to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body jerked back to him, pressing and squeezing his length between you both. He moaned with you into your ear as he started up circles while feeling you wriggle around against him. Your head rested against his shoulder with him then moving to nip at your neck. The way he circled at your nub had you keening, toes curling as you tried to push yourself more into him. His finger moved faster, making your muscles tighten as he continued with his movements. Just as you were about to reach your high, he slid his finger down into you, pushing up on that spot with such fervor you rapidly grew dizzy.

The whine you let out from not cumming quickly turned into a moan, with you gripping onto his forearm with both hands when he slid in the second finger. The thickness of his digits caused a slight burning feeling from the stretch when he inserted the second one. Your hands didn’t even wrap all the way around his forearm, he was so big compared to you. His fingers still pressed up into that spot within you that made you moan. Your eyes finally opened to see the lesser demon was watching you. Instinctively you tried to squeeze your legs shut, but Toji quickly placed his hand on one of your thighs, pushing it to keep them intentionally spread. “We had a deal.” He growled into your ear, the sound of your wetness starting to make its way to you just after. “Let me know when you’re stretched enough.” He murmured in your ear.

“Ok.” You gasped between moans while making eye contact with the lesser demon. There was a hardness between his legs, his length clearly visible from the red fabric that hung from his low hips. The floor length skirt having slits on both sides to show off muscular legs, was now showing a wet spot on where the tip would be. Toji scissored his fingers within you, stretching you and trying to see the elasticity. There were already a couple times you had come close to squirting, and you knew that you were close to being able to fit him within you. “A little more.” You pleaded, with him returning to fingering you at a dizzying pace. You were quick to squirt at his movements, groaning loudly and trying to lift yourself up enough to readjust your position to place him in you.

He helped you, lifting your hips and keeping you steady to be able to help you slide him into you. The tip pushed against your hole, and you felt yourself still a little too tight for it. There was that slight burn that went along with the stretch, but the pleasure outweighed any pain that went with it. His thickness settled in you, filling you to the brim with the tip pressing to the entrance of your womb… Where the entire reason this all started rested. Had it been anyone… anything else, you probably would’ve had it taken care of. He was a demon. You didn’t understand how he knew you were already pregnant, but you knew deep within you he was right. “Ok. You can move now.” You told him just as you started to feel settled, one of your hands smoothing over the portion where the bulge of him still poked out at your lower stomach. Without saying anything he slapped your heat, the sting to your pearl making you yelp and clench your walls around him.

He nestled into your neck with a deep groan, you quickly reaching behind you to grab onto one of his horns, tugging it and making his groan get deeper. “You think you’re so tough and smug.” You hissed as his hands shifted from your hips to gripping your behind. He lifted you with his bruising grip, pulling you back down on his length. The way he thrust against your womb was a pleasurable pain, but the curve from the mushroom head rubbed perfectly against that spot within you. One hand went to grip tightly to the arm rest of the throne, the other hand rubbed the horn before pulling at it more. You didn’t quite understand how the horn worked and brought him pleasure, but you knew it did and you wanted him wrapped around your finger as much as he tried to wrap you around his. You knew it was the only way you would ever be able to get him to do what you wanted.

“Naoya! Come.” He instructed, the lesser demon kneeling before you both in front of the throne. The brown roots came into view when he bowed his head, finally looking away from you both. “Naoya, do you see this?” He placed his finger onto your nub, pushing on it and pulling a moan from you before lifting your behind a bit to sink you back down on him. The man lifted his head, looking between your legs before nodding. “Good. I want you to suck on it.” Toji demanded. The man came closer as Toji moved his hands back to your hips. The fake blonde hesitated for a moment, looking at Toji behind you before stealing a glance at your heat. You could feel his hot breath on you with him so close. “Are you going to disobey me?” Toji growled, sitting straight and pulling his horn from your grip.

“No! I will do as you say, Toji.” He placed his forearms on your upper thighs, his thumbs spreading your lower lips. His tongue reached out and circled the nub, pushing it upwards gently, making you hum in pleasure before Toji lifted you so you were hovering just above him. Placing your other hand on the arm rest you stabilize yourself, Naoya following your sensitive bundle with his tongue. Just as Toji started to lift his own hips to thrust into you, Naoya wrapped his lips around your nub. Cries of pleasure started to escape your lips as Toji was quick to go to a pace that overwhelmed you. Naoya started to suck down, the pressure and tugging of your sensitive bundle making you moan with your muscles quickly tightening. You were already so sensitive from all the edging Toji had given you up until now. Toji bit down onto your neck, the pain surging through in ecstasy.

Naoya sucked harder, the brute force of Toji’s thrusts making you wiggle against Naoya and furthering your pleasure. When you felt yourself teetering on edge, you gripped tighter onto the arm rest with Toji surely leaving bruises on your hips and onto the entrance to your womb. Just as your mind was growing hazy, you felt him suck harder. It was enough to bring you to your high, your walls squeezing around Toji. Just as Naoya pulled away Toji thrusted harder. Within the next few thrusts, your juices poured out, covering Naoya’s face.

“Tch.” He scoffed, wiping his face as you felt Toji pour his warmth into you, deep grunts right next to your ear. Just as Toji came down, he bent forwards, reach in front of you to pull on Naoya’s hair and pull Naoya towards him.

“Consider yourself lucky enough to have been able to even taste my queen.” Toji thundered before letting him go. “He’s just a toy, my queen. Pay him no mind.” He hummed before smoothing over your curves. “Treat him as such.” He egged you on.

“Lift me.” You pleaded with your head on Toji’s shoulder. He helped you up, removing his length from within you as you pushed Naoya back with your foot on his shoulder. Toji helped you stand up as you watch Naoya fall back the couple steps that led up to the throne.

“He worships me. As my queen he should worship you too. Finish cucking him.” Toji spoke behind you.

“He worships you?” You questioned while standing over him before kneeling down with your heat hovering over his face. “Then eat his cum.” You pushed the rest of Toji’s cum out, watching it start to coat Naoya’s face. He closed his eyes below you while holding the scowl. Maybe you could get used to being a queen. Once you felt most of it out, you stood up and walked back up the steps, moving to sit onto Toji’s lap. He helped you up, having you sit sideways on him so that he could look at you.

“What would you like?” Toji wore a small smile as he rested his head on his fist, elbow on the arm rest.

“You’re coming up with me. You’re living with me. I’m working as an actress.” You stated it all as if it was fact, with your arms folded under your breasts and sitting up straight. He gripped onto your hair and pulled it back to get you to look up.

“Cunning.” He smiled wide, grin evil and sinister. I can only arrive through being summoned. If you don’t summon me, I will bring you back here.” He warned.

“I’ll set up the ritual.” You agreed, right before you found yourself naked on the floor of your apartment. “Dick.” You muttered before getting up off of the floor, clearing out the living room, and arranging all of the candles the way you had the night you changed your life. Reaching into the nightstand next to the bed in your tiny studio apartment, you pulled out the piece of paper to say the words to summon your… King? Husband? Boyfriend? What even was he going to be?

There was that gust of wind that turned off all the candles, with Toji appearing before you. He handed you your phone but brought none of your clothes… Which was a shame because you really liked that top. Toji laid back on the bed, his robe tugging and his chest exposing just a bit more than it already was. “Living in the human world… Interesting…” He propped himself up, looking you dead in the eyes with his tail dancing between his legs. “You continue to intrigue me… Human.”

#jjk #toji x you #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji #toji fushiguro #toji thirst #toji smut

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hilsoncrater · 4 months

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@realbeefman here's a snippet of a scene!!! if you got any constructive feedback let me know?? ty!!!

fic premise: wilson's POV, set during mid-late s2 while they live together. house and wilson enter into a bet about sleeping together. this scene happens after the bet is made, but before they get physically intimate

It’s been more than a decade since they’ve met, and Wilson can count on one hand how many times they’ve been inside of a Wegmans together.

Seeing House against the backdrop of a pasta aisle feels out of place in the same way Sound of Music would feel out of place if it'd been set outside of Austria. Certain people in certain places just don't make sense. Maria in, say, the dunes of the Sahara; and House under fluorescent lighting surrounded by food that needs to be cooked beyond a microwave.

“Farfalle,” House says way too loudly. Dried pasta rattles inside their blue box when he shakes it. “What an unoriginal name for a stupid looking pasta.”

“Yes, because Italians aren’t known for their naming skills,” Wilson replies with a tone as dry as desert air. It’s not his best bitchy response, but he can live with it. He’s only half-listening to him anyway. Where the hell are the San Marzano cans?

“That one Mafia patient of mine would kill you for saying that.”

“As opposed to your blasphemous stance on Farfalle? I doubt it. Hey, do you see any big yellow cans over there?”

“No cans. Why are we here, Wilson? The freezer aisle is over on the other side.”

Sun-dried tomatoes, crushed tomatoes, diced tomatoes. Cans cans cans yet none of them are what he’s looking for. Wilson picks one up, stares at it for a second, then puts it back. Damn. “For being a doctor, you sure don’t value nutrition.”

House shakes another blue box full of dried pasta. Acts such like a petulant child that the two elderly men nearby shoot him an annoyed look. “Diagnostics is in another league. Besides, in my professional opinion, nutritionists are on the same playing field as shrinks.”

“So…doctors you should see.”

“Hacks!”

Wilson half-turns, frowns at House, and takes in his antics. House isn’t even looking at him, instead he juggles two large, yellow cans. Figures. The bright lighting glints off of his cane’s handle. The shorter of the two men grumbles something to the other. And it’s withering, the look that the taller man shoots Wilson from underneath his big, white, bushy eyebrows.

The half-full basket in the crook of Wilson’s arm grows heavier. So heavy that it threatens to tire him out to the point of falling onto the polished, checkered, concrete epoxy floor. With any luck, he wouldn’t get up. Ever. At all.

“Sorry,” Wilson apologizes to the men, who only grumble further. To House, he says, “You said there were no cans.”

“Everybody lies.”

“About medical histories and how they got sick, yes. But about cans?”

House shrugs. Still concentrating on the San Marzanos spinning in the air, he deflects, “I bet you seventy-five I can toss these bad boys into our basket.”

“No. House, come on. You’re not twelve.”

“Get ready —”

“House —”

“One, two —”

“If you throw them, I’ll move out,” Wilson threatens. It’s a lie. There’s no way he’s going to. But it’s a lie spoken with firm conviction, so. For all House knows, he’s being serious.

Strangely, the lie does get House to pause mid-motion. “You’re bluffing.”

“I promise you that I am not.”

House huffs, shoots the two grumbling men a Can You Believe Him? look. But he comes over next to Wilson anyway, cans in hand, and places them nicely into the basket. There’s a gleam in his eye — one Wilson instinctively knows doesn’t bode well for himself — and before Wilson can register what’s happening, House turns to face the elderly pair. “Marriage is a scam,” he tells them. “He never lets me have fun anymore.”

Mortified, wishing the floor really would swallow him whole, Wilson opens his mouth to set the record straight when House escalates it by wrapping an arm around Wilson’s shoulders. Which feels…nice. Fitted and warm like how indie love songs paint it out to be.

Not that Wilson’s in the teenage girl habit of conceptualizing his and House’s friendship as indie love songs. No way. If anything, their thing would fall more in line with, say, prog rock. Intricate, hard to pin down, experimental at times. Fantastic guitar riffs. And yet it’s still reliably within the rock genre. No where near indie.

So, yeah, House’s arm feels possessive when wrapped around Wilson’s shoulder. And, sure, House’s chest feels sturdy under his faded shirt from where Wilson barely presses his palm against the cotton. And, fine, Wilson molds right into House’s side as if those Ancient Greeks were right about soulmates being split into two bodies. Sue him for finding the physical contact nice; Wilson will call his best lawyer.

Or it would feel nice if this wasn’t some sort of reactive humiliation thing.

Or if it would feel nice if House didn’t plant a kiss on the top of Wilson’s head as part of the aforementioned humiliation thing.

#thanks for reading dude!! sparkle on #im like. lowkey highkey nervous HAHA it's hard to write in wilson's POV that man is messssyyyy #hopefully this is in character?? if not i'll revise this #hilson

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soldiersweiner · 3 years

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What a Shift (I can't believe I got to write another one omg?)

(Imagine 2)

Summary: “D'you know how hard it was to keep my cool when I got the call and saw you at the end of it?”

Warning: DUI accidents, mentions of drugs, EMT stuff

I apologize for any errors (English isn't my first language and all my works are not beta-read) and the inaccuracy (I tried my best to research as much as I can). I also use gifs to only show what is happening (actions, gestures, etc.) and not to show the physical appearance, etc. of the reader. Feedback is very welcome, let me know where and how I can improve <3

"Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun." You murmured under your breath while slowly making circles with your fingers on your temple, all the while putting pressure as the headache grew.

You were thankful that it was your turn to be behind the wheel and not the one hopping out of the vehicle to scan the area for the caller, you watched as your partner turned her head from left to right before leaning to the device on her shoulder to radio in your dispatcher and inform them of your current status.

You already had a hunch that it was a prank call from the start when your dispatcher spoke to both of you while on the way to the location they received the call from. You haven’t heard of anyone using a telephone booth in years, let alone aware of any telephone booths still existing in New York in this day and age!

'We already rang them back three times but there was no answer.' They said, their voice static through the radio. ‘But the caller did request an ambulance.'

‘If you wouldn’t mind having a quick drive-by, see if anything’s going on?’ They added before ending the call.

"Well, that stinks - literally.” The door opened, hands on her hips and brows that were furrowed to meet in the middle of her forehead - the look of disappointment and annoyance that mirrored yours. “What a bunch of assholes - an absolute waste of time.” She huffed some more before climbing back in.

“Tell me about it.” You answered with a frustrated sigh before turning to your side and reaching for the latch of your seatbelt and buckling it back. “Can’t believe some kids would think it’s fun to do this.”

“If they don’t use their heads, they better give it away, then.” Monica shook her head while clicking her tongue, already buckling her seatbelt and leaning back on her seat. “They’re costing us money.”

“They’re costing us lives.” You almost exclaimed as you started the engine, shifting the gear stick and letting the ambulance move away from the prank caller’s location. “Do they not realize that we could have been saving lives, responding elsewhere?”

“Right?” Monica agreed, both of your moods already declining and it wasn’t even halfway through your 12-hour shift.

“They got a special place in hell.” She said just before the monitor in the middle of the dashboard beeped, alerting the two of you of another emergency.

“Oh, lookie here,” Monica said, her spirits suddenly perked up as she sat up more attentively to see what it could be this time.

“What is it?” You asked as you turned on the sirens along with the flashing blue and red lights on top of the ambulance, occasionally honking at cars that won’t move out of the way.

“Vehicular accident involving a sedan and a motorcycle,” Monica spoke the information out loud to you as you continued your drive to the location, following the route that was sent to your ambulance’s GPS. “According to them, the sedan was beating a bunch of red lights before t-boning the motorcyclist.”

“Ouch,” you reacted, your face wincing at the visualization your brain brought up in your head.

“Hello, ladies.” You heard Darcy, your dispatcher, again through the radio. “Cops are already on the scene; we’ve also called for EMT backup.”

“Apparently, the sedan caused more damage as we speak.” She added.

“What’s gotten into the person?” You asked, more to yourself than to Monica and Darcy.

“Police said that the driver of the sedan was DUI, but we’re still waiting on their final reports,” Darcy answered.

“Alright, thank you, Darcy. We’re already around the corner.” You informed her before ending the call.

Just up ahead, you saw similar blue and red lights flashing on top of at least 3 police cars. Some of the officers on site were already guiding and rerouting other cars that were driving in the direction the accident took place.

Unbuckling your belt and stepping out, you opened the side of the ambulance and handed over Monica’s EMT bag, and slung yours on your shoulder before meeting with the police officer who was walking up to you.

Your eyes were already scanning the premises trying to decipher each person, be it the officers, the victims, or some nosy people who were standing on the side to watch.

“The motorcyclist took most of the brunt-” the officer was almost panting as he spoke, most likely out of breath from the adrenaline and exhaustion of chasing down the suspect. “-before hitting the front of an SUV.”

“Where’s the motorcyclist?” You asked as you neared the crowd that was huddling around to get a good look at the scene.

“Right this way.” The officer parted the crowd as more of his colleagues tried to corral the people away. “Seated by the curb - male, in his 30s.”

“And the SUV?” Monica asked.

“A family of four - 2 adults, both in their 40s, and 2 minors.” The officer informed.

“Okay, I’ll take the one with the kids,” Monica glanced your way before asking the officer to lead her to them, leaving you to take care of the t-boned motorcyclist.

Your eyes scanned for the man the officer was describing and sure enough, you found him seated at the farthest edge of the scene away from the onlookers.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” You spoke, a smile almost showing with your hands on your hips as you walked up to him. “And here I thought the Winter Soldier was indestructible.”

At the sound of your voice, Bucky almost snapped his neck at how fast he looked up. The worry lines on his forehead disappearing, the anxious heavy feeling in his chest was already replaced by a light skip in his heart, and felt little flutters in his stomach at the familiar face he was seeing.

“I’m glad you find my pain amusing, doll,” Bucky said, almost chuckling but wincing at the pain he felt on his side.

You ignored the tingling feeling in your stomach at the pet name before you gave a small comforting smile as you dropped your bag to the side, kneeling in front of him to assess his situation.

“Does Steve know?” You asked as you took your little flashlight from the breast pocket of your uniform, already laughing internally at the mother hen-like personality Captain America has for his best friend when he finds out what happened to him.

“He already beat you to it.” Bucky smiled, nodding his head to the side before looking back at you, his blue eyes giving a little sparkle - you weren’t sure if it was the noontime sun or something else that did it.

Looking at the direction he gestured to, you saw Steve already conversing with some of the police officers, his eyes would travel back to the person who caused all of this from time to time before glaring at the man.

“If looks could kill,” you chuckled at his remark.

“Okay, can you look ahead, Buck?” You requested before clicking the small flashlight and pointing it at Bucky’s eyes; inspecting their reaction, the light stubble on his jaw tickling the skin of your gloved palm as you steadied his head.

“You know, you shouldn’t have gotten up right away.” You informed him before clicking the flashlight off and tucking it back in the pocket, satisfied with the eyes' reaction to the light. “Can you feel this?”

You started to tap on his upper right arm and down to his forearm then to his fingers.

“I’m fine,” Bucky replied before answering a yes to your question.

“How ‘bout this?” You then started to tap on the side of his thighs and the rest of his leg. Again, he answered a yes.

“Were you wearing your helmet?” You asked again, now putting your attention in inspecting his head.

“I was,” he answered, gesturing to the now broken helmet just a few feet from his Harley that was laying on its side.

You were glad that he wore it today knowing that sometimes, the veteran in front of you would purposefully forget his headgear, reasoning that wherever he was headed to was nearby. Your hand brushed back the locks that fell on his forehead, did the same on the sides and the back of his head, inspecting if there were any bumps or cuts.

“Can you wiggle your toes for me?” You asked before looking down at his sock-covered feet, his toes doing as you say. You then heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘You’re starting to sound like Steve.’

“Okay, no cuts here and I can’t feel any bumps either,” you hummed to yourself as you continued to part some of his hair. “Do you know what day it is to-”

“Y/N, I swear I’m f-” You can hear the annoyance in Bucky’s voice as he reached for your wrists to stop your hands from trying to look for any more bumps in his head and push you away, you knew he hated being coddled but it was protocol and logical that you check everything.

“You’re hurt.” You told him. “You shouldn’t have moved, it could’ve caused you much more serious damage, y’know.”

He only sighed, knowing that you were right from all the stories you’ve told them of your past experiences and encounters working as part of the EMT team.

“Okay,” you say more to yourself, satisfied that he still has feelings in his limbs and that his helmet protected his head and face. Getting the alcohol-soaked pads, you carefully cleaned the scapes, cuts, and nicks that littered his right cheek and neck. “I saw you winced earlier, where’d the sedan hit you?”

“Right side, feels more like an ache,” Bucky replied looking back at you before trying to shrug off his leather jacket much to your dismay with the movement he was doing while injured. “I’m guessing it’s a broken rib.”

He ignored your nagging and protests to stop moving and that you had scissors to cut the fabric of his shirt but he proceeded to lift the clothing anyway from his troubled side; you can instantly see a bruise was starting to form there.

“Why are you so hard-headed,” you mumbled.

“You still love me for it, don’t you?” He teased, the glimmer in his blue eyes still present.

“Okay, can you rate your pain for me from 1-10?” You asked, ignoring his teasing remark as you tried to gently press on to the area he was having trouble with and looking at his face to gauge a reaction, the blue eyes rather hypnotizing as he looked back at you.

With the sudden feeling of warmth on your cheeks, you looked back down on your hands and ignored the unexpected feeling of closeness between the two of you. You heard him clear his throat as you continued to probe the right side of his torso, trying to feel for any bumps or sunken parts that might confirm his hunch.

When you heard him hiss as your fingers touched a tender part just below his second to the last rib, you looked up.

“That’s an 8.” He panted, his face contorting in pain. “I guess the serum’s taking its sweet time to work.”

Bucky groaned from the ache as you helped him pull his shirt down before taking notes with the pen and clipboard beside you, making sure to be as detailed as Helen wanted the medical finds to be.

“Isn’t that a bit too much, Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking down at the clipboard you were writing on beside him. “And how’d you know some of the information there when I haven’t even told them to you yet.”

“Bucky, I know.” You answered with a little laugh as you looked back up at him and caught Bucky with one brow up and a smirk playing on his lips.

“You stalking me now, doll?”

You rolled your eyes before you heard someone jogging in your direction making both you and Bucky look up to who it was.

“Y/N?” Steve called, almost surprised to see you here. “I didn’t know you were on duty today.”

“Hey, Steve.” You greeted before standing up and letting him envelop you in a side hug.

“EMT reshuffled their schedules, so here I am.” You answered with a smile. “I’m glad that Monica and I got the call. At least now I can directly send these to Helen.”

You waved the clipboard in your hand before kneeling back down to put it back in your bag.

“I’m guessing you can stand up?” You asked Bucky, seeing that in the past he would protest and whine against being wheeled in a stretcher or wheelchair no matter how much persuasion.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He answered before Steve crouched down to his left and looped an arm around his friend’s torso, careful not to touch the tender spot on the right.

You did the same on the other side, careful that you don’t hit the alleged broken rib.

“Okay, one, two-” Steve counted before the both of you hoisted Bucky up and waited for him to adjust his footing.

Slowly walking to the ambulance, you managed to make him sit on the steps of the vehicle.

“So what’s the verdict, doc?” Steve asked as he sat beside his friend. Two pairs of blue eyes looked at you and waited for your answer.

“Bucky’s hunch might be right, one or two broken ribs on his right,” You started as you looked back down on the list on your clipboard.

“There also might be bruising on his right leg, I saw him react earlier.”

You looked at Bucky pointedly as if to tell him that you were eagle-eyed and he can’t hide anything from you.

“What did the cops say about the person driving the sedan?” You asked, tucking the clipboard under your armpit before getting the blood pressure monitor and latching it to Bucky’s arm.

You busied yourself in doing all the basic necessary checkups as you listened to Steve.

“The punk was high and drunk.” He answered with a click of his tongue, Bucky shaking his head too at the gathered information. “They don’t know how the guy drove for so long before finally hitting-” He gestured to Bucky.

“What’ll they do with him?” Bucky asked.

“Put him behind bars, that’s for sure; they said that they’ll also do an investigation on who sold it to him,” Steve informed.

“At least now he’s being dealt with, and hopefully he won’t lead the NYPD in another car chase.” You said before instructing Bucky to sit further on the step and excusing Steve off of his comfortable seat beside his friend to reach for the small oxygen tank and mask.

“Would you mind holding this for me?” You asked Steve as you handed him the small tank.

Fiddling with the equipment, you managed to turn it on and set it at the right amount.

“Here, put this on.” You carefully stretched the garter over Bucky’s head and placed the mask on his face, covering his nose and mouth.

“I already saw you were having difficulty breathing - this might help.”

“You can put it down now,” you told Steve nonchalantly before putting on your stethoscope and gesturing for Bucky to lean forward so you can reach his back.

“I have to check again so this may be a little bit cold.” You warned.

“I can handle it,” Bucky spoke before you lifted his shirt to listen, taking your time on each side to try and hear for anything that may result in further damage.

As you squinted your eyes in concentration, you stiffened at the sudden cool and warm hands on your hips. You tried to ignore it but the sudden feeling of thumbs running smooth comforting circles on your stomach made you draw back and stand with your own hands reaching for his and placing them on his lap.

“Oh, c’mon, Buck. Seriously?” Steve groaned. “I don’t take you for the PDA type.”

“Quit it, Bucky. I’m trying to listen.” You warned at the same time.

Bucky only rolled his eyes at both of your scoldings knowing that the two of you were not as serious before you went back to listening to his breathing.

After a few minutes, you removed your stethoscope and hung it around your neck before leaning to your right shoulder.

“Monica, it’s Y/N. I might need to bring the motorcyclist to Helen.” You radioed your partner. “Suspected broken rib, the patient is already having difficulty in breathing.”

“Copy, Y/N. I’m still assisting the family with our backup EMT. We’ll meet you back at the base.” The static voice of Monica was heard over the radio before you went ahead and called for Helen.

After arriving at the Tower where Dr. Cho instructed you to bring the injured Avenger, you and Steve managed to persuade - it was more of a threat, really - Bucky to be escorted in a wheelchair to Helen’s floor that contained the cradle - this way, he won’t exert much effort and tire himself out and lose oxygen.

As you waited for Steve to return with the wheelchair, you busied yourself by prepping your EMT bag to take with you before you heard Bucky clear his throat.

“What’s wrong?” Your instinct to check on your patient suddenly activated as you turned around from the inside of the ambulance and dropping everything on the makeshift table before you stepped out and stand in front of Bucky.

Scanning for any signs or sources for his discomfort from head to toe and finding none, you looked back up at him. “Do you feel any pain?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/N,” Bucky reassured, his eyes looking down on your hand.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

“Married?”

“Yeah,” You replied, relieved that he wasn’t in pain before looking down on the gold band on your ring finger with a smile. “You?”

“Taken, as well.” He answered, looking down at his own golden band - a stark contrast on the darker vibranium color of his arm.

“Wife’s probably going to get mad when she finds out what happened.” He started.

“How come? Wouldn’t she be worried?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest, curious why the missus will be more mad than worried.

“She’ll be mad when she finds out I stained my shirt. You know, blood stains are hard to remove.” He answered, his lips pursed as if trying to hold back his laughter.

There was a quiet pause before a deafening smack echoed in the garage.

“You bet your ass I’m mad at you, Barnes!” You almost growled, not really caring at the moment that Bucky was your patient. “Just wait until my shift is over.”

“Ow!” He groaned and tried to soothe the already warm stinging pain radiating on his right arm with his left hand. “What was that for?”

“Do you know how hard it was to keep my cool when I got the call and saw you at the end of it?” You were still not over at the sight you saw him in - seated on the curb looking defeated and in pain, the tears you were holding back almost an hour ago were starting to fill the rims of your eyes.

Gone was the hurt and annoyance that Bucky felt at the unexpected smack you gave him as his face softened at the sight of you, he could only offer you a reassuring smile before his hands reached for yours and pulled you to him.

Enveloping you in a tight hug, you tried to breathe in and normalize your heartbeat. You were sure that Bucky could hear it as his head was against your chest, your chin on top of his head.

“I hope what happened finally convinces you to never leave your helmet at home.” Your voice a little muffled as you spoke against his hair, you looked up trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill at the sudden imagination of what might have happened if he did forget his helmet at home.

“I promise-” he spoke as he pushed away from you to look you in the eye, “- I won’t leave it anymore.”

The contrast of hot and cold gave you a sense of comfort as he cupped your face in his hands before pulling you down to him, planting a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and lastly placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Ah!” Bucky groaned again, pulling away from the sudden insult of a pinch to his left side.

“I’m still mad at you.” You glared before giving him another peck on the lips.

Did not expect it to be that long, tbh. Hope you liked it!

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house-of-cakes · 3 years

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Chapter 14: Consider it Done 😇

Jungkook x Reader: enemy to lovers AU

Word count: 1505

Warnings: Swearing and Jungkook is the official president of the “I hate Y/N” Club

Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

Author’s note: There’s a slight error in the dates for this chapter. All of the dates should read for the month of February and not January. I think my social media app had a meltdown and I realised too late 😅.

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STORY CONTINUED BELOW THE CUT

Y/N climbed the stairs to the balcony and scanned the area for her intended target. She smirked to herself when she found the ash-blonde bombshell sitting by herself and made her way over to her.

She plopped herself beside the girl and let out an overexaggerated sigh of relief. She leaned her arm on the back of the couch and rested her face in her palm. Y/N positioned herself so that her body was turned towards the girl and waited for her to look up from her phone to notice her presence.

The girl grunted in annoyance at the disturbance and looked up from her phone, ready to tell off the stranger who had interrupted her peace. The girl swallowed the dry lump that had formed in her throat once she realised who was sitting next to her.

She was in deep shit and she knew it.

It was common knowledge that Y/N never socialised outside of her friendship group and when she did it was never for a good reason.

“Hey! How’s your night going?” YN’s voice and smile was so sugary sweet which was a totally contradicted the dark and piercing look in her eyes. “You must be having a great time, I’ve been seeing you up top a lot lately.”

“U-u-h yeah.” She stammered as she racked her braining trying to recall what she had done wrong to get on Y/N’s bad side like this.

“I bet you thought you’d be able to come in here, bat those cute little doe eyes a few more times and soon enough you’d be securing a permanent spot on the balcony, right?” The girl sat up straighter and shook her head trying to deny the accusations.

“No tha-”

Y/N cut her off before she could explain

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame you for using your looks… I of all people know how far a pretty face gets you in a place like this” Y/N’s hand reached out to play with the ends of her short hair that perfectly framed her face. “But don’t think for a second your beauty act is convincing anyone that you’re anything more than a filthy thief.

“Is this because I like Tae?” the panic evident on the girls face “I promise I will leave him alone.”

YN realised why the blonde had chosen to sit where she did. From her spot she had a perfect line of sight of Taehyung where he sat with her friends and the rest of her brother’s crew.

“Nah, that’s not it. Although it did piss me off to hear that you were harassing Sunnie again the other day for his number” Y/N shrugged it off nonchalantly even if she was filled with excitement, she was literally working a job that took care of a criminal and a thirsty-ass social climber. “No that’s definitely not the reason why I’m coming after you…it sure does sweeten the deal though”

The girl started to sob, the jig was up. If Y/N exposed her for what she was she would be ruined.

If Y/N was aware about her sticky fingers she definitely knew about her other criminal activities. The girl knew that Y/N had her ways for digging up dirt on people and she was not afraid to expose them if it meant protecting her friends.

She once heard a rumour that an older guy was bullying Jimin. When Y/N demanded he stay away from her friend he laughed in her face and said she wouldn’t dare touch him as he was the son of the local police chief. When the guy refused to listen to her warning, she got the guy expelled then exposed his father for his corrupt ways and got him fired.

“People are going to assume I’m exiling you because your one of Tae’s groupies and by all means feel free to continue that narrative...You’ll get to protect your innocent persona and people will continue to see how far I will go for my best friends.”

“You’re a crazy bitch! You know that right?!” she cried out

“Yes, I do and the more people who know that the better.” Y/N needed people to believe this take down was motivated by her dislike for groupies and not for the actual reason. She was very diligent in keeping the Magic Shop’s identity concealed and didn’t want her role as the Shop Keeper to be apparent.

“You can’t banish me!”

“Ahh you see, that’s where you’re wrong...I keep management very happy by keeping the Basement a trash free zone and they thank me by letting me do whatever the fuck I want.”

Y/N snapped her fingers in the air and pointed down to the girl next to her and immediately a security guard rushed over to throw the girl out.

“Thank you, Bounce.” Y/N offered her favourite bouncer a playful smile as she waved condescendingly to the disgraced girl.

From his spot next to Jin, Jungkook’s mouth fell open in shocked as he witnessed Y/N having an innocent girl thrown out. He thought whole scene was a disgusting display of an abuse of power.

“What the hell was that?!” Jungkook leaned over to whisper in Jin’s ear. He was very aware of the crowd he was sitting with and didn’t want to her brother or friends to overhear him.

“What was what?” Jin tore himself from the conversation he was having with Yoongi to answer him. Both of them turned their attention to him and waited for him to explain what he was going on about. When Jungkook didn’t answer immediately, Yoongi got the hint that the conversation was intended to be shared between the two cousins and turned to initiate conversation with Namjoon. Jungkook paused a moment longer, insuring the conversation was completely private before nodding his head in Y/N’s direction.

“Y/N just pointed at a girl and a bouncer came out of now where and threw her out!”

“Oh, that?” He replied nonchalantly, he hardly believed the question was so important that he needed to stop his conversation he was having with Yoongi. “You just saw your first Y/N take down.”

Jungkook’s face twisted in disgust at his cousin’s total lack of concern.

“How are you ok with that?!”

Jin shrugged in response.

“It’s not like she does it all the time or without reason. The people she kicks out are normally girls harassing Tae or Sunnie. She’s very protective and that’s what actually makes her a really good friend.”

Jungkook hated how quick Jin was to always defend this girl. From the moment she got him kicked out of the Basement to the time she kicked his ass at Reload, he saw no redeeming qualities in her. He thought the way she carried herself was rude and arrogant and the more he thought about how people let her get away with being a spoilt brat the more he grew irritated.

“Uh…what about the time she got me kicked out? What did I do to her then?!”

“I hate to break it to you kid but from what you told me…you bumped into her and Bounce kicked you out…she never asked him to do that”

“Everyone kisses the ground she walks on. She’s such a spoilt princess!” Jin’s face hardened at the hostility in Jungkook’s voice. He noticed the ever-increasing negativity towards Y/N and it was begging to wear his patience thin.

Jin was aware that Jungkook was very popular at his old school and he believed that through his former popularity he had grown accustomed to the arrogance that came with being a part of the highest social standing.

Things worked differently here and although the scene was growing quite fond of him, there was a lot Jungkook needed to learn.

It was easy to misunderstand Y/N. It was even easier to believe this imagine that Basement portrayed of her. From the years that he had been Namjoon’s best friend he had come to see past the preconceptions that followed Y/N along.

Y/N didn’t need to be protected by anyone, much less Jin but he helped Jungkook get into the Basement and he, himself would gladly get his cousin kicked out if that’s what is needed for him to be humbled.

“Cut it out, Jungkook.” Jin’s voice was stern. It was very rare for Jungkook to see Jin call him by his name. The way he spoke to him was much like a parent scolding a child throwing a tantrum.

“But Hyung -” He went to continued however the sentence was lost when the group erupted in cheers as Y/N made her way to the group.

“Hey fam!” she greeted everyone then plopped herself into Taehyung lap. Jungkook watched as she threw her arm around his neck and beckoned her friends closer to her. She whispered to the group and when they pulled back their faces were plastered with smiles.

Jungkook shook his head in disapproval.

Everyone else may be able to be fooled by her pretty face but he would not.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Chill Down Your Spine

Peter Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “hi i’m the one with the request for prompt 18 for quicksilver, i meant the x-men version, sorry for not clarifying! thanks again!”

The students at Xavier’s School weren’t permitted off of the premises, but that never stopped your friends from having fun. Finding the perfect campsite was easy when you were surrounded by forest.

“Okay, we’ll set up right here.” You instructed without taking any feedback as you dropped all the equipment you were tasked to carry. A metal clunk alerted everyone, who then followed suit. And then everyone looked at Peter.

“...What? Am I eating too loud? I’m not sharing.” He shoved the Twinkie in his mouth and kept chewing, but none of you stopped staring. “Wait...really? You want me to set everything up?” His jaw dropped and revealed some Twinkie remnants in his mouth.

“For that, yes.” You snatched the two boxes of snacks from under his arms and waited for him to do as he was told, but after about a second, your whole site was perfectly crafted.

“There, are you happy now?” Peter extended his arms to showcase his handiwork, you had to reward him with a little kiss.

“So happy.” You pecked him on the lips and gifted him back his sweet treats. Now that the camp was all set up, it was time to get this show on the road. Jubilee and Jean had snatched s’mores supplies from the kitchen, but those would be saved for after dark.

“We should use Scott as our personal bug zapper.” Peter popped a marshmallow into his mouth and played keep away with the bag as Jubilee tried to snatch it away. Everyone but the victim of Peter’s mockery had laughed.

“Shut up, Maximoff.” Scott glared, not like you could see or anything. “Have you told Erik your his son yet?” The group went deathly silent with the suck of one’s teeth.

“Low blow, man.” Peter shook his head and held your hand. “Y/N, make the mean man leave me alone.”

“Low blow, Scott.” You scolded and watched Scott try to get his girlfriend onto his side, but she wouldn’t budge. Tension was building fast, you may have to save the day here. “Why don’t we take a walk, explore the grounds a little more?”

“Sounds good!” Jean piped up to finally put this situation to bed.

—————

After about a million mosquito bites and the tough job of keeping Peter from provoking Scott while Jean kept her boyfriend from making any more personal jabs at yours.

“S’mores?” You asked, holding your hand before the wood pile. Everyone loved watching your show off your mutation, even in the simplest way. There was a dramatic round of applause that prompted you to bow, but you found yourself sitting in your boyfriend’s lap within the blink of an eye.

“Hello gorgeous.” Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chin on your shoulder, peppering kisses along your neck and cheek. Now that the fire was ablaze, you felt the warmth against your skin.

“Hey, why don’t we tell some ghost stories?” Jean peered around the fire to hear some feedback, but Peter’s gasp said it all.

“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do!” He held you tighter to his body while you squealed, annoying the hell out of your friends, sometimes you and Peter showed just a little too much affection in front of the group. Suddenly, Peter’s lap was replaced by a tree stump. “Y/N, you should start us off!” Your head spun trying to find him at the seat adjacent to you.

“Oh, uh...” You cleared your throat and brainstormed the topic of your spooky story, it didn’t help that you had four pairs of eyes on you. “Oh! I’ve got it!”

“Alright, buckle up, you guys.” Jubilee backed you up. “Y/N’s stories will blow all others out of the water.”

“Thank you, Billy.” You winked and ignited a fire from your palm for effect.

“Spooky.” Scott sarcastically chuckled.

“Don’t be rude, Scott. If my s/o wants to create a scary atmosphere for their amazing stories, you will let them!” Peter was just on the verge of starting a fight.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jean rubbed her hand over Scott’s back. “Go on, y/n.”

“Okay, great.” You got back into character and began your tale. “Well, the woods is a dangerous place to be, especially when you think about how many lives have been lost...and how many you aren’t aware of.” You had already captivated your audience. “You never know who...or what is nearby.”

“Oh, god!” Scott swatted the back of his neck, then jumped back to investigate what was just behinf him.

“What is it, Scott? You’re interrupting.” Jubilee scolded as he settled down.

“As I was saying,” you looked over at your boyfriend’s maniacal smirk and went on, “it was within these very woods that Wendy Thorne had passed. Who might that be, you ask? Wendy was just a young mutant like the rest of us, but she wasn’t as fortunate as us. She tried so very hard to make it to the Professor, to safety, but now she haunts the forest that surrounds our home. She could be here right now for all we know...”

Peter was currently assisting your storytelling abilities with his speed, running past audience members to give them a fright like a good boyfriend would.

“God!” Scott shivered as Jean and Jubilee exchanged exhausted glances, they weren’t quite as gullible. “Y/N, what the hell?”

“What?” You innocently asked as Peter walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“You two? The worst. The absolute worst.” Scott shook his head and reached for a marshmallow and any random stick. “Stalling me with your crazy stories when I could have been eating s’mores. You know your stories are weak, right?”

“Then why are you shaking?”

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Tagged by @the--highlanders ! Thanks!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

76,200

(oh what a nice even number - I should try to mess that up as soon as possible, shouldn’t I?)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Aw man is this intentionally worded to be really hard to answer? I get that it says ‘written’ and not ‘posted’ but then what constitutes a ‘fandom?’ I definitely wrote fics for stuff I was interested in long before I even knew the word ‘fic’ - I did it throughout my childhood, and then in high school, and while I didn’t do it as much in college, it still happened from time to time. So a lot of the books/movies/tv shows/plays/musicals I wrote things for aren’t really fandoms, and frankly, I had to check my old folder just now to even remember some of them existed. I’ll just list the ones that I know for sure had fandoms, since that’s more fun (and embarrassing), right?

Obviously Doctor Who, classic and modern, Torchwood, Sherlock Holmes (ironically more of these seem to be about the books, but yes, I will admit, some for that tv show too), Les Mis, a couple different Marvel comics & movies, Good Omens, hell, I even found a Night Vale fic in there just now.

And I know there are other older things not even in that folder, some of which never made it to a computer at all, so if I had to ballpark a number I’d probably say around 25ish but really, who knows?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Across the Gap

On the Spot

Expectations

Shards of Memories & Fragments of Glass

Itemized

(this was fun, I’d never noticed Ao3 even had a stats page until now lol)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I take a long time to do so but for the most part, I usually get around to it. The rare exception would be if I first saw the comment when I was super busy/distracted and then felt like way too much time passed before I noticed it again, that it might be awkward if I said something at that point.

I do genuinely enjoy hearing what people think, but I’m also weirdly terrified of making anyone feel like they have to reply to my comments. I know that’s probably a little strange, but it’s actually a large part of why I made this Ao3 account in the first place - my original one, from high school, is followed by some long-time friends of mine who aren’t interested in this fandom, some of whom are involved in art & writing professionally. The thought of anyone like that reading something I wrote out of friendliness or even just curiosity and potentially having to pretend they liked it for the same reasons stressed me tf out, so I like having this virtually anonymous one because I can relax knowing that anyone who reads or interacts with something I wrote has probably done so only because they wanted to, rather than feeling obligated, and there’s no pressure on them to be nice to me about it if anything I write or post annoys them - so I really hope nobody who does just know me as an anonymous blog has ever worried about offending me by not replying to something, trust me, I’m perfectly happy with it!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think I’ve really written any angsty endings? I guess the answer would have to be Reckless just because it involves the characters arguing about sad/weighty things and there isn’t really any solution to those issues - but even then I think I ended it with a kind of acceptance that stops it from really qualifying as angst? I also set it in the the same universe as other fics, so maybe that doesn’t even count as an ending? Am I that bad at ending things on angst? Lol

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Obviously none of the fics I’ve posted are crossovers but I’m trying to think now if any of my WIP’s are - I’ve definitely poached setting/premise ideas from other media, but in terms of actual crossovers . . . I’ve got a few cross-era or cross-Doctor, a few involving Torchwood, but that’s already the same universe, so the only thing that’d qualify as a true crossover would be some vague pieces of a fic where Jamie, Zoe, and Two end up on the Enterprise, since I think the 60s series of Star Trek and Dr Who feel kind of compatible, don’t they? In fact, aren’t there like officially licensed crossover comics or something? Or did I make that up? Idk, and the ideas are very loose, so it’s not much of a WIP either

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, never

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I’ve never written smut, but I’m wondering if it’s possible that could change soon. There’s a longish multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on for a frankly embarrassing amount of time, and the plot does call for a sex scene at one point towards the end, but I can’t seem to make up my mind on how - uh, I guess the word is explicit? - it should get. I know I could easily do a fade to black/implication thing, but it’s kind of a source of contention and anxiety for the characters, so to skip over writing the actual scene and just revisit them afterwards rings of “and they slept together and now everything’s fine!” which feels kinda cheap to me - in this context, anyway - and not the right payoff for a long fic that’s otherwise more of an interpersonal drama/slightly a period piece, if I had to place it in a genre. I feel like my aversion to actually writing the scene might just be prudishness I should get over, or maybe just self-doubt, because I know I’d rather have a well-written, funny, character-development-supporting sex scene than nothing at all, but since I’ve never had any interest in writing a scene like that before, I don’t know if I can do it well, and I also don’t want to ruin a fic I’m otherwise proud of by doing it badly... ugh I have to figure this out

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I seriously doubt it

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I mean, it’s gotta be Two & Jamie. I’ve shipped things before with varying levels of investment, but I’ve never been able to use the term ‘otp’ in a literal sense until I came across them, and now it’s already basically gone out of fashion, go figure!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m not sure if I have one? My WIP doc is huge, but I don’t actually intend to get around to finishing everything in it, so I’d like to think that anything I’ve currently singled out to complete can actually get done.

That said, I do have a few AU’s that I don’t really plan to finish, but it might be cool if I could. Two of them are for all the main + some supporting characters of the Second Doctor’s era - one’s a modern day school teachers AU, and the other is a typical fantasy/fairy tale AU. Another is just Two/Jamie, based on Doctor Faustus (specifically the Marlowe play version) but right now there are two different versions of the ending coexisting in my head. I’ve written parts of scenes & some gen. backstory for all of those ideas, but I don’t know if I’ll ever try to finish them, or what form a finished product would even take - a series of one-shots set in the same universe? one long multi-chapter fic with some kind of overarching plot? And the amount of context/worldbuilding a big AU like these would require might not make them very appealing fics for people to read, so maybe it is better if I just keep them to myself, since in my head I already know what’s going on in those worlds lol.

What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don’t know. I haven’t had a creative writing class since middle school, and since then I’ve only ever shown creative writing to others in a fandom context, so it’s been a while since I’ve discussed it or gotten critical feedback. I suppose when I work in other arts or even academic writing contexts, people usually say I’m kind of insightful or at least detail oriented, which might just be another way of saying I overthink things, but I like to imagine I’m decent at finding little points of interest to expand upon.

What are your writing weaknesses?

If you’ve read this far I feel like you must know what I’m about to say: I do not know how to be concise.

Usually when I’m writing a fic, I put down the dialogue first on its own, leaving out the action of the scene and whatever plot/context led there, even if I’ve already figured all of that out. But then when I go to add those things in, they’re always longer than I wanted them to be. I don’t mind writing something long, but I don’t want my fics to be a slog to get through either, and there can be a point at which the stuff I’ve added for context overwhelms the stuff that I wanted the fic to be about in the first place, so it becomes a structural/proportion issue too. I haven’t completely given up on any fics because of this yet, but there’s one I’ve been struggling with for a couple months now - probably because I’m even second-guessing myself on which scenes need to be written out and which can just be referenced like a recap. Hopefully I figure that one out soon.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

((this is karma isn’t it? i posted a fic last week with two words of gaelic in it and was worried about that and now this is karma))

In general, I don’t want to do it. I feel like you’ve gotta have a really good grasp of a language to write dialogue & speech patterns for someone who’s a native speaker, and since I’m far from fluent in any language the characters I write for are, I wouldn’t feel confident writing any significant amount of dialogue in, say, Gaelic.

As a sidenote, though, I kinda love it when other people do it, particularly for Jamie. Irish (Gaeilge) and Scottish (Gàidhlig) are both languages I’ve wanted to learn for a long time, because my family’s fresh out of living speakers of either & I think that’s a shame, but I started with Irish and at the moment I’m still very much learning it. As different as they are, it still helps me understand parts of lyrics or texts that I come across in Gàidhlig fairly frequently, so when it comes up in a fic I get to feel like I’m being responsible and practicing, and it’s great when I can actually understand what’s being said.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m gonna go with Harry Potter even though that’s probably not a perfectly accurate answer - it’s almost certainly the first thing that has a fandom that I ever wrote for, but it was in a notebook when I was a kid and never something that I even typed on a computer, much less posted online or shared with other members of a fandom. But even then, I’m sure it wasn’t the first pre-existing fictional universe I ever set an original story in, because I did that a lot when I was a kid, it’s just hard to remember those clearly or on any kind of timeline.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I’m very partial to Across the Gap, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that ranked first on the kudos thing above - but I’ve also got a soft spot for So Merrily We’ll Sing. It’s so self-indulgent it feels silly saying ‘it was so easy to write!’ but I guess having a fic that’s already just 100% headcaonons and fluff tied together by a song you really love does prevent it from being much of a labor (I also managed to refrain from making that one unnecessarily long, so that’s another win there)

tagging @terryfphanatics and anyone else who wants to do it - sorry I’m bad at remembering whose tumblr goes with whose Ao3 account, but I really would be interested to read this if anyone else feels like answering them!

#oh boy that was long #sorry #also sorry if the 13 is really big for some reason #i dont know how it got that way so i dont know how to change it #it doesnt look like that when i edit the post only when i save it #not fic but fic talk

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quietmyfearswith · 4 years

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narcissist {carter baizen x fem!reader} 2/3

status — ongoing series

warnings — name-calling, hint at alcoholism, attempt at angst

word count (without the lyrics) — 1,904 words

a/n — so this is for @baezen’s the other guys writing challenge and my prompt was alcohol is the only constant in my life; tho in this one i didn’t mention it i like to think i was able to reflect the prompt.this is based on narcissist by no rome ,, listen to the song here if u want ,, feedback is appreciated and hope u guys have a lovely day !! :> y/f/n = your full name

masterlist | series masterlist

Stay out late, I just wanna get stoned

Telling all your friends that I'm never at home

And my face filling up with blood

But you're still saying they don't like your bourgeois

Surprisingly, the meeting with the representative from Eichner Enterprise went well.

The rest of the day seemed like a blur to Carter that is until he came back at 2:00 in the afternoon after having his lunch. “You have a 2:45 pm appointment at this address,” Y/N informed him as she prevented him from entering his office. Carter looked down on the piece of paper she held and looked at her oddly as he looked up at her — she never informed him this late of having a prior appointment with anyone.

“And I’m only hearing about this now because?” Carter might have sounded rude and discourteous, but in his defense he was simply mirroring the cold tone his assistant used on him. Which, thinking about it now, was not the best way to repay her for her efforts in keeping the company together, and if he was being honest, she was the glue that prevented him from crumbling down and giving in to his negative thoughts and going insane.

Y/N wasn’t fazed or didn’t flinch upon his reply and instead put a hand on her hip, “They suddenly became available and this is an appointment you were looking out for a while now.” He nodded, only then realizing how she was able to organize and plan ahead most, if not all, of his errands. “After this what’ll my day look like?”

Walking away from standing in front of him, she was now heading back to her desk to complete her work but she informed him, “You’re free to go after you meet up with that appointment.”

He nodded and debated about whether or not he should apologize for what he had said earlier. Deciding against it, he went inside his office to quickly retrieve his car keys and other items. As he brushed past her work desk, he muttered a simple goodbye to which she just curtly nodded as she typed away on her desktop.

The drive towards his destination was filled with his denial of his current state of being. He kept convincing himself that truly, there was no problem with how he was living his life and that there was no reason for him to be alarmed, right? Upon arriving at the address, Carter’s confusion increased. He was standing in front of what looked like to be a residential building.

Walking in front of the entrance, he noticed how the building seemed to be the location of some services — some doctor, lawyer, legal advice. He shrugged off his doubts and trusted Y/N’s words that he had an appointment here that he was putting off for some time. The lack of elevators in the premise prompted him to take on the two flights of stairs in order to reach room 207.

Knocking on the door, he heard someone give him permission to enter. A female receptionist immediately greeted him warmly, “Welcome, do you have an appointment?” Carter scratched his neck and looked around, trying to get a hint of what kind of appointment he was going to have. “Yeah, I believe a 2:45 appointment,” he replied meekly, which was unusual for him to sound like for he always needs to sound confident.

As she nodded, her auburn wavy hair moved along with her and quickly typed on her computer, “Dr. Richards will see you know, it’s the door to your left.” She pointed at the door to which Carter followed his gaze at and mumbled a soft, “What?” to.

Not sure what came over him, he did follow where the receptionist pointed to and found himself knocking on the door. “Hello, Mr. Baizen, come in and make yourself comfortable.” A woman kindly welcomed him as she opened the door and directed him to sit on the couch near a coffee table.

Once he sat down, the lady with salt and pepper hair immediately began to strike up a conversation, “So, how are you today, Mr. Baizen?” As she sat down on the opposite side of the coffee table, Carter noticed how she had a clipboard on her lap as she held a ballpen on one of her hands.

“Honestly? Confused. I don’t know why I’m here, my assistant just told me this was an appointment I’ve been holding back on,” he blurt out as he started to feel that his long sleeves were too tight on him, which prompted him to unclasp the top button as he settles both his hands on the arm rests of the couch.

The woman nodded and smiled warmly, “Y/N has been telling me for months how much she worried about your well-being. And that she was trying her best to convince you to see a therapist even though,” she was quickly cut off when Carter questioned, “Y/N? Therapist? What the hell are you talking about?”

Dr. Richards was silent for a few seconds, and Carter was waiting for her to admit that she was pulling his leg and that she really was a businesswoman who was interested to work with him. However, she was just really trying to piece together what was going on.

“Y/F/N is one of my patients, and I am her psychologist. You know her as your assistant, yes?” She began her explanation, Carter nodded in confirmation and as a cue for her to continue, “One of the things she usually talks about during our sessions is her worry for your well-being. That you might be abusing certain substances as a coping mechanism. She told me how she desired for you to meet up with me, in order to address your issues and other possible problems.”

After hearing her explanation, Carter found himself with his mouth wide open in shock and disbelief. He didn’t think how serious Y/N really was when she said that she was concerned about him. That she would go out of her way to clear his schedule and book an appointment for him, it made him feel something that was weird and something he hadn't felt before — he just couldn’t name what it was.

“Well I’m here now so how does this work?” he managed to say as he shrugged his shoulders. Dr. Richards smiled in surprise and appreciation, in her point of view, it looked like he was willing to comply and cooperate with her. “Let’s start with you recalling your earliest memories with alcohol.”

Coughing up the promethazine

Living like an evergreen

Sorry for the things that I've done

Now Selena won't be friends with me

I was kissing Emily

I love you, it was never your fault

(Got me like)

Nursing a scotch, Carter laughed quietly as he recalled the events of earlier.

He could not believe how he immediately opened up to Dr. Richards. How he told her that his father introduced him to alcohol at an early age and he saw it as their way of bonding. How he picked up on his father’s habits of turning to alcohol when they felt upset, confused, sad, or if he felt any emotion really. On how he fears he might turn up like him or worse. How he wants to continue to be successful in his business ventures.

Part of him is thankful for the appointment Y/N set up; it allowed him to be vulnerable and open up to someone who listened to him without judgement or careless replies. But the bigger part of him felt angry with her. Why did she think that he needed professional help or some shit?

A girl flirted with him earlier, to which he of course flirted back with. He suggested that they go back to his place to which she agreed but first she had to tell her friends about where she was going. Finishing up his scotch, he dropped a few bills on the counter, while another girl approached him.

In his distracted and preoccupied state, he asked, “You ready to go take this to the bedroom?” The girl looked taken aback, she had yet to mutter a word and yet he was already asking her to go home? Seemed like a win for her either way. She nodded and looped her arm around his and he guided her to where he parked her car.

The following morning, Y/N knocked on the bedroom door and hearing groans was her usual cue to enter the room. “Oh God, you didn’t mention you had someone with you.” She exclaimed as she avoided looking at the bed where Carter laid with his female companion and instead made a beeline to his closet to pick out his outfit.

“Selena, babe, you need to leave now,” Carter sweetly cooed to the woman beside him which was a contrast to what he wanted her to do. The girl shot up and slapped him, “Dick! My name’s Emily not Selena!” The slap added to his headache but he was relieved to see her wear her clothes from the previous night and hastily make her way out of the suite.

Carter removed the duvet from his body and stood up and walked to where Y/N was, he leaned against the wall, “You know I’m still mad about how you deceived me yesterday.” On cue, he was handed his outfit for the day as his assistant brushed past him, “And how exactly did I deceive you? I said that it was an appointment you were holding off on which is true because you scoff at the mere mention of help.”

He threw his clothes to the side and angrily snapped at her, “And what makes you think I need help huh? So what if I drink every now and then? Don’t think that equates to me having a problem!” She rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at him, “That right there is a problem! Your denial! You deny the idea that there’s a problem with how you always need alcohol! Not want, need. You deny the help I give you! You know what Dr. Richards told me following your appointment? She said that when you left you seemed a hundred pounds lighter!”

Carter’s jaw clenched and he looked cold, but he was just really trying to organize his thoughts and prevent himself from lashing out on Y/N. “I care for you, Carter,” she softly said as she was brushing her hand up and down his forearm, “I don’t want to see you lose everything you worked hard for. Or even worse, see you lose yourself.”

His heart twisted upon hearing her say that. He never had someone genuinely care about him and go the extra mile in proving so. But there was something about the unfamiliarity with the situation that made him resort back to denying this kind of comfort and care. “You’re suspended from your duties for 2 weeks.”

She looked at him in disbelief at what he said, and if he was being honest he too was surprised with what he just told her. But there was no turning back now, was there? Her look of disbelief was only visible for a brief moment before she looked at him pointedly, “Fine. I’ll forward your schedule to Melissa and the other files you need.”

The sound of her heels clicking away made him look at her retreating form, he found himself following behind her with small and slow steps. Before she exited his bedroom, he gave her one last look as she bid farewell to him by saying, “I’m not sorry about what I did. Alcohol’s not the only thing that can be there for you, I’m always here for you, Carter. But I guess that’s not what you want.”

#carter baizen x reader #carter baizen series #ceo!carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x fem!reader #ceo!carter baizen x assistant!reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #quietmyfearswith #My writing #please dont steal my work thank you #narccisist #togwc

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themerriweathermage · 3 years

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Author Interview

I was tagged by @sleepswithvillains . I’ve never been tagged much before so this is kind of new for me, but I love it! Tag me all the time! Also you did it again, where I got the Tumblr notification like right as I went to bed, but my sleep schedule is so wack right now.

Tagging: @guardianofrivendell @moriamithril @sunflower1000 and really whoever wants to do it. Drop me a tag if you decide to do it because I definitely want to see what you have to say!

I have a lot of unfinished fics and not a lot of published works in comparison.

1. Name: The Merriweather Mage (Tumblr)/ RinzlersGhost (AO3)

2. Fandoms: LOTR/The Hobbit, The Witcher (TV), SWTOR/Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean, Harry Potter, Twilight, Underworld (though I’m not active in most of them unless I’m hyper-fixating)

3. Where you post: AO3, Tumblr, and I have an inactive FF.NET account

4. Most popular oneshot: People seem to have a real affinity for Meleth-nin/My Love. I actually hated writing it, because I was in such a bad place after receiving news that my childhood dog had died, but I don’t hate the fic itself.

5. Most popular multichapter: Every Kitten Has Claws which is a Geralt X Druid Fem!Reader. 25 Kudos, 3 bookmarks, 517 hits. Followed by Turuhalme in the Greenwood which is Thranduil X Fem!Reader. 9 Kudos, 1 bookmark, 270 hits. Both contain 18+ Content.

6. Actual worst part of writing: I legitimately hate writing fight scenes. I’m horrible at them and most of my fics contain some sort of fight scene obnoxiously enough. Although the best advice I ever saw on here was to keep your fight scenes short because not very many people are interested in a long drawn out detailed fight scene.

7. Favorite story you wrote: Bards & Beans Coffee Co. Elrond X Fem!Reader. Was the first time I’d ever written anything in the second person. I based it off of a dream I had about meeting Elrond in a coffee shop. I planned it, wrote it, and posted it in the span of four days. It’s basically as if Middle Earth exists on the other side of meridian locks, and it’s set during the War of the Ring but with some of the characters from the Hobbit so the timelines are pretty pushed together. Your side of the meridian locks has a Earth that is basically a continuous strip of land that varies from high-tech futuristic ports all the way down to medieval ports. Basically the farther North you go, the more high tech and futuristic the land becomes. Quite a shock for those who would have never been to the other side of the locks. 18+ Content.

8. Story you were nervous to post: Most likely all of them. Any of my Twilight work though, I always hesitate about publishing. Sometimes it’s because the stories are close to my heart, but I also know that the fandom can be rabid. Most of the interactions I’ve ever had with Twilight blogs are fine, but there’s a lot of discourse about Twilight right now, and while I appreciate that most people are in the right (the issue with the Quileute tribe, the Cullen’s as villains, Jasper and the Confederacy, the actual legitimacy of the Volturi as a ruling body, etc), this is actually one of the reasons I left the fandom from a writing/following POV. (There are many, many things that are wrong with Twilight and not from a literature point of view. For example, Meyers took a real life Native American tribe and treated them highly unfairly in the books, to the point of calling them dogs which isn’t very fair at all, and they have received no compensation for being used and they are risk in the place they live in now. If you have some time and money, I would recommend checking out the Quileute Move to Higher Ground project.)

9. How you choose your titles: For story titles, I like to choose the main theme or a main phrase that is used. For chapter titles, I either don’t title or I will chose something that is a main part of the chapter.

10. Complete works: Out of the 21 works I have on AO3, 18 of them are completed, although one is an open ended and may be reopened after I get some of the larger works out of my way. As for fics in general that I haven’t published or have published on other platforms, there is 2 of 5 complete works on FF.NET. Some of those stories I will be pulling and deleting. The two complete works will be migrating to AO3.

11. Incomplete works: Actively: Sadril-nin/My Loyal One, A Hunter’s Circlet, and Beauty in Brokenness (unpublished for now). I have a few other inactive LOTR/The Hobbit based fics that I might try to finish after the main two are finished. Inactive: Literally too many to count. I mean, when I wrote my goodbye to the Twilight fandom, I said that I had been writing for the fandom for nearly nine years. I have so many unfinished Twilight fics, well over 100.

12. Do you outline: Not usually. I’m at the point with Sadril-nin right now where I’m literally following a map of Middle Earth and cataloguing the journey across the map, so I guess that could be considered an outline. Mostly if I’m writing for LOTR/The Hobbit, I want to follow the timeline of progression for the story that’s already been written. I do have a little bit of leeway in that gap between The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings though.

13. Coming soon ideas, maybe? I’ve been giving you a taste of Beauty in Brokenness. I do intend to publish it, but it’s a constant struggle to rework it. I have ideas that I want to cement in the story that don’t always come out the way I want them to, so I am consistently reworking parts of it all the time. I will also be rewriting (eventually) Crown of Thorns, which is Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic, Lord Beckett X Siren!OFC. I also appreciate the idea of Nestadion X Centaur Fem!Reader, but instead of being a centaur all the time, you’re actually a shifter who can turn into a centaur. Really confuses a warrior elf to see what amounts to a small human carrying this massive two handed sword around and calling him “princess” all the time.

14. Ask me anything: Is there anything you miss in fanfic? In comparison to the actual book/movie? Not really. I appreciate the original works, but I recognize that they can be flawed and so can their authors/writers. Which is why fanfic is so appealing-- everyone has a different spin on the original; everyone has a different take on the characters, everyone writes differently, and that’s the fascinating part to me. The only downside, of course with any fanfic, is the fandom and it can be hit or miss with people. It is what it is, and the liberty of fanfic is that not everyone is going to like or enjoy your works, and the same goes for your tastes. Are there right or wrong opinions? I don’t know; I’ve both read and written some morally ambiguous fics, and some I would like to forget that I very much haven’t.

15. Best writing traits: Same as the worst writing traits. I’m a sucker for detail. I love it. I want my readers to see it like I do. When I read books or play D&D or play video games, I see it like I’m in a movie. When I write, I want you to see it like you’re on set and the cameras are rolling and you are perfectly prepared. I want you to feel like you are in the story, which is why my oneshots turn into series, and my multi-chapter fics turn into novel length stories. I find it obnoxious at times, because I feel like I can’t ever turn it off, but by the feedback I get, some of y’all really enjoy it, so let’s get this show on the road.

16. Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Uhhhh, let me go browse my WIP folder. I’ve put quite a bit of research into rewriting Crown of Thorns and making it slightly more historically accurate. I know that there will be a Part 2 to Sadril-nin, because I’m not going to time skip a seventy/eighty year gap between the timelines of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. And I really don’t want to submit y’all to this absolutely massive story all jam-packed into one fic. Other than that, I’m also sitting on Through Hellfire and High Waters, which is another Elrond X Reader fic that follows the premise of a modern/medieval world all smashed into one. The Queen of Eryn Galen also needs a proper ending and to be published, a Thranduil X OFC fic; this one will also have a Part 2.

17. Spicy Tangential Opinion: I don’t care if my writing makes the characters out of character. I try to tag that if I can, but let’s be real here. Either I’m writing a character that originally has a limited backstory and a very real chance at an open-ended future, or I didn’t like the canon character and I’m rejecting that reality and replacing it with my own. Does it mean that I don’t or am refusing to recognize character flaws? No, and that’s the beauty of fanfic. You can do whatever you want. You might get hate for it or you might not. For example, I am a fan of Severus Snape (RIP Alan Rickman). Does his character have flaws? Yes. Do I like the way he was canonically written? No. Are his actions justifiable? Hell no. Is that going to stop me from being a fan? Again, no. He is arguably one of the most disagreed upon character of that series. I don’t see a need to defend why I write him the way I do. I don’t see a need to defend him in discourse, and I’m certainly not going to be hateful about it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion about it. Yes, there was probably some underlying intent when the character was written. I’m not here (unless you’re specifically asking my opinion on it) I’m not here to read in between the lines with characters like Snape. I do not care enough to lose friends over opinions like that.

#long post #i am so sorry #get to know the author

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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⊱ Forget Me Not (2/15) ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary: After you wake up from a coma and realize that your memories from the last five years have been erased, Keanu works to bring back what you have lost.

Words: 2.7k

Warning: Angst

A/N: Thank you all for the lovely feedback, I truly appreciate it! This series might turn out to be 15 chapters long unless I decide to tweak it. But anyways, I hope you enjoy this next part!

Part 1

There was a stillness in the air once you opened your eyes, a stream of daylight blinding you as it slipped past between parted curtains. Your head throbbed excruciatingly, but your body felt numb. When the bright light subsided, you glanced around the room but saw it as a blurry haze. Slowly, your vision settled, only then realizing where you were.

You were in the hospital.

You blinked once, then twice, trying to recall what had happened, but nothing was coming to mind. Deciding that your memory would return eventually, you took a moment to survey your surroundings. You couldn’t do much else, not when you have an IV needle hooked into your arm and were also attached to a monitor.

Fresh floral arrangements decorated your space, bringing some much-needed vibrancy inside the dull and gloomy room. In one corner, you caught sight of a sleeper chair with a white blanket folded neatly on top of a pillow. You wondered to yourself who would choose to stay the night, sleeping on that small uncomfortable recliner.

Other than those, there was nothing else remotely interesting about the room. As you laid in bed, you matched your breathing to the lulling sounds of the machine beeping at your side. You stared up at the cold white ceiling, counting each gray speckle that you could find on the panels above. You had reached fifty before you were startled by the door opening, a nurse then stepping inside the room.

“You’re awake,” the woman commented, quickly walking over to your bedside. She was around the same age as your mother, perhaps slightly older. Her graying hair was tied neatly into a bun with a few loose strands framing her face. Her kind eyes glanced over yours, and you felt calmness washing over you. “My name is Sam. I’ve been checking up on you for quite some time now.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but your throat was so dry that your voice came out as a rasp. The nurse took notice and immediately filled up a cup of water from a nearby dispenser then brought it over to you.

“Thank you,” you said once you finished drinking.

“You’re welcome, dear,” she responded, taking the empty cup from your hand and setting it to the side. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you answered her after thinking the question over. Aside from that and the pounding headache, you were also confused. You still didn’t know why you were in the hospital.

“It’s the pain medication. The drowsiness is one of its nasty side effects, but it does the job,” she spoke, giving you a gentle smile.

“It’s a good thing I can’t feel anything else right now because my head alone is killing me.”

With a nod, Sam then went on to check your vitals. Judging by her relaxed attitude, everything seemed to be just fine. She jotted down a couple of notes on her clipboard before her attention returned to you. “I’ll let your doctor know that you’re awake, but it’s really a miracle that you’re up right now.”

“Why do you say that?” You asked her curiously. “How long have I been out?”

“Three weeks, dear,” she informed you, much to your surprise. “You got into a pretty bad car crash. Don’t you remember?”

You shook your head slowly, a puzzled expression appearing on your face. “No, I don’t.”

Sam sighed, clicking her pen closed. Her smile suddenly fell, and it worried you. “I’ll fetch Dr. Henderson so that he could do a full evaluation on you.”

“Okay,” you told her as she fluffed the pillows behind your head and smoothed out your blanket. “Are my parents here?”

“Yes, they are,” she nodded her head. “Your father’s waiting right outside while your mother and your partner are downstairs at the canteen. Don’t worry, I’ll let them know that you’re awake. They could all probably use some good news right now.”

Sam’s smile returned, reassuring you one last time before she headed to the door. That’s when you realized what she had just said.

“Wait, excuse me,” you called out, and Sam stopped in her tracks. “I-I don’t have a partner. Not anymore, at least.”

She furrowed her brows as you stared at her quizzically. Maybe, she might have mistaken a family friend for one, but you weren’t sure. You had just broken up with your boyfriend a month ago, but for a good reason. He was an asshole who had made your life a living hell, and it wasn’t until recently did you find the courage to end the relationship. Because of that, you were fairly certain there was no way he would be here along with your parents.

“Sure, you do, honey. I mean, that’s who he introduced himself as,” Sam replied. “He never stops talking about you, and it’s very obvious that he loves you. Ever since you got here, he’s never left your side. You definitely got yourself a keeper.”

“But I don’t… that’s impossible,” you mumbled. Again your mind tried searching through your memories, but doing so only triggered a searing headache, making you groan out in pain.

“Darling, you need to relax,” Sam warned you. “You may be awake, but you’re still healing.”

Once the migraine passed, your eyes welled up in tears. It was frustrating to not know what was going on. It felt as though chaos was swirling inside of your head, and you couldn’t understand why it was happening.

“Shh, honey, it’s okay,” the nurse murmured softly, calming you down. “Do you want me to turn on the tv? Maybe you should watch something while I get the doctor in here. It can help ease your mind up a little.”

“Alright,” you muttered, and Sam plugged in the television, handing you the remote.

She excused herself shortly after as you surfed through the channels available, trying to find a show or a movie to distract yourself for the time being.

Coming across a live weather report, the broadcast had left you baffled. The reporter talked about the temperatures in Los Angeles this week, which was unusual since you were living on the other side of the country. Not to mention, the date shown on the graphic on the bottom of the screen was wrong.

July 11, 2020, it had read.

But wasn’t it the winter of 2015?

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Keanu had gotten used to the stale taste of cafeteria food though he didn’t have that much of an appetite to begin with. He would usually order the day’s special, eat one or two bites of it before pushing it off to the side. He must have lost ten pounds already from skipping meals these past three weeks.

“Keanu, sweetheart,” your mother Nancy began, noticing that once again, he wasn’t eating. “Y/N needs you to be strong for her when she wakes up.”

Letting out a sigh, his eyes then flickered up to the woman sitting across from him, a slight frown on her lips. She was right, of course, but he just couldn’t help it. Every time he visited the hospital and saw your unconscious body, it was like a piece of him wilted away each day.

Truth be told, Keanu was much worse in the beginning than he was now. He had spent the first several nights sleeping in your room, or at least, he attempted to. It was difficult staying asleep when every night, he was forced to relive the night of your accident. Unfortunately, it would always end up the same way with you losing your life, and Keanu not being there at your side.

The media had caught wind of what had happened and made it much more stressful not only for Keanu but for your family as well. There would always be paparazzi waiting by the entrance of the hospital, ready to bombard him or your parents with invasive questions and take pictures of them. Security had done the best they could to keep them off the premises, and Keanu felt horrible for subjecting your parents to one of the downsides of fame.

But both your mother and father had been understanding, and they didn’t want Keanu to worry more than he needed to. If it weren’t for them, he would have never left the hospital for any reason. They had convinced him to go home each night, reassuring him the best they could that you would be there the next morning.

Keanu listened and did just that. He was able to get some sleep in as the nightmares started to die down. He would ride his motorcycle for hours on end to clear his mind, and it had been meditating. Slowly, he was getting much better dealing with the aftermath. Still, it was only the uncertainty of the situation that continued to perturb him.

“I know,” he whispered, rubbing his eyes. “It’s been hard, you know. For all us, I mean.”

Nancy nodded, setting down her fork on the tray and looking at Keanu sorrowfully. “I know my daughter, and she’s a fighter. I’m sure that she’ll get better, and it’s only a matter of time. But the last thing she would want is for you to get sick because of her. She wouldn’t like it if you stopped taking care of yourself, Keanu.”

“Yeah,” he agreed after pondering for a minute. “She wouldn’t like that.”

“Good,” Nancy smiled as she pushed her tray next to Keanu’s at the edge of the table. “The food here isn’t the best. Let’s go out and buy lunch somewhere else instead, hmm? My treat, and you can’t turn down free lunch.”

“No, ma’am. I can’t,” Keanu chuckled as he stacked the trays before getting out of his seat.

The two of them had reached the exit when your father Peter came running down the hall. His chest heaved heavily as if he had sprinted all the way from the fifth floor to the first.

“Peter, what on earth was that all about?” Nancy asked her husband as Keanu held him steady. “You know, there are elevators in this building.”

“It’s our baby girl. She’s awake,” Peter panted, his eyes filled with so much joy that Keanu could feel it radiating from him. “Y/N’s finally awake.”

---

“Are you sure, Keanu?” Peter questioned him as he stood in the middle of the doorway. “You’re practically family, I can tell the doctor that.”

“It’s okay, go,” Keanu waved him off with a smile before sitting down in one of the plastic chairs right outside of the room.

Dr. Henderson had just finished evaluating you but had asked to speak with your parents first. It seemed a bit of an unusual request, though he didn’t want to overthink it. He was okay with giving Nancy and Peter time with you first. They were your parents, after all.

As he sat there out in the hall, Keanu cracked a smile for the first time in weeks. The last three weeks had been hell for him, and he was ready to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Very soon, he would finally be able to see your open eyes and hear your sweet voice. Keanu was already coming up with what he was going to say once it’s his turn for him to see you, and he wanted the first words for you to hear from him was that he was sorry.

It took a while until Dr. Henderson stepped out of the room, leaving you with your parents. Keanu got up from his seat, a thank you ready to roll off his tongue until he noticed the solemn look on the doctor’s face.

Just before he could ask if something was wrong, Peter appeared from behind him, his hand coming to rest on Keanu’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“Son, we need to talk,” Peter spoke with a downcast gaze. “It’s about Y/N.”

Keanu eyed your father nervously as he gestured for the two of them to sit. “What is it? Is she okay?”

Peter released a deep breath before shaking his head. “She’s doing fine physically, but mentally, there’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Retrograde amnesia,” Peter stated, glancing at the tile floors beneath his feet. “Dr. Henderson said that she needs to undergo tests to confirm it, but he thinks she’s likely suffering from it.”

“Amnesia?” Keanu’s voice faltered as the word fell from his lips. “What did she forget? The accident?”

“Yes,” he revealed, pausing for a brief second before continuing. “Y/N can’t recall the accident nor anything from the last five years. Not a single memory, Keanu.”

Five years? That meant… No, it couldn’t be.

“What’s the last thing she can remember?”

Peter looked at Keanu regretfully. “She remembers breaking up with her ex Eric and moving back with us. This was way back in—”

“February,” he finished, shutting his eyes as he felt his chest tightened. “That happened in February 2015.”

Keanu was at a loss for words. Here you were now, finally awake after spending weeks in a coma, only to have five years worth of your memories erased. He could only imagine how confused you must be not knowing what had happened. There had been a significant amount of changes in your life within that time frame—moving to LA, getting a new job, meeting Keanu.

The last part hurt him the most. You had forgotten him and all of the memories you had together. Right now, Keanu was nothing but a complete stranger to you, and thinking about it made his heart feel heavy. Of course, he wanted to be there to help, but at the same time, he didn’t want to overwhelm you. What if you didn’t want him around? What if you pushed him away?

Keanu glanced at Peter, the question slightly trembling out of his mouth. “Did the doctor say it was permanent?”

“He doesn’t know. There’s a chance that it could be temporary, and the memories would resurface later on. But, it could also end up being permanent.”

Leaning back against his seat, Keanu ran a hand over his face. The silence which followed gnawed at his insides as nausea churned in the pit of his empty stomach. “I’m a part of those memories she’s lost. She won’t remember the last five years we’ve spent together. Y/N won’t even recognize me if I walk in there.”

“Keanu?”

Nancy calling out his name caused him to glance up. She stood before him with red eyes, cheeks still stained with tears. “Do you want to see Y/N?”

The answer was obvious, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to voice it out loud. “I-I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Nonsense, dear. Perhaps all Y/N needs is to see you, and she’ll remember everything again,” Nancy suggested with fervent hope flashing across her face.

“Maybe,” Peter shrugged, sharing a glance between Keanu and his wife. “It’s up to you, son.”

Keanu didn’t want to be disappointed, but he needed to at least try. He was reminded of the promise he made on the night of the accident, that no matter what, he would never give up on you. Pushing aside his fears, he stood by the foot of your door and opened it before stepping over the threshold.

Instantly, his gaze met yours as you sat up from your bed. Seeing you awake made him feel so relieved, and he had to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall. All he wanted to do was cross the room and gather you into his arms, hoping his touch would bring back the memories you’ve forgotten. But Keanu decided against it, choosing to linger closely by the door instead.

“Y/N?” He spoke your name in a soft tone, waiting for any reaction to come.

A pause. From the hospital bed, you looked at Keanu with merely a blank stare, not even the slightest flicker of recognition showing in your unwavering eyes.

“I’m sorry, but... do I know you?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but the room was silent enough for him to hear your words.

You should know him, but you don’t.

You don’t remember him at all.

Part 3

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deal with her part.3 // Alfie Solomons x Shelby Sister!Reader

Sorry it took me a while to write part. 3 but I’ve been soooo busy lately, it’s insane. Anyway, I hope that you’ll like it !

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Warnings: language, none, bad English because I’m French.

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PART 1 / PART 2 / MASTERLIST

“You and Alfie”. he spits in a low voice. Your heart drops and your eyes open wide. This meeting will take longer than you had plan.

Shit. You thought for yourself. How the hell did he know ? Did he follow you ? Did one of the peaky boys follow you on his order ? You can’t believe he would has done something like this, to you. You’re speechless and don’t know what to respond. How are you going to get out of this ?

“What do you mean ?” is the only thing you find to say.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I saw you and that piece of crap last night.” he wants to yell but he heard people coming in the bet shop.

“You followed me ?!”

“Fuck yeah I did ! That’s not the problem, Y/N”

“Yes it fucking is, Thomas ! Gosh ! I can’t believe you did that !” you throw your hands in the air in disappointment, starting to walk in circles.

“Y/N, Y/N” he repeats trying to catch your attention. “I saw you kissing him”. He now definitely has your attention. You turn around to face him. You are boiling. He followed you all night long. The one date you had in forever was ruined by your older brother.

“You know what ? Fuck that.” you say calmly. He straightens up, sighing. “Fuck the peaky blinders, fuck this business, fuck this family, and fuck you.” He blinks a few times. “Yeah, Tommy. Fuck you. Fuck you for wanting to ruin the only good thing in my life right now. For being so overprotective towards me it becomes fucking ridiculous. For choosing me a life I don’t want. For never telling me a thing about your life but you find it normal for you to interfere in mine. For not allowing me to fucking exist.” you walk closer towards him as you recite your monologue, an accusing finger pointing at him. “Fuck you” you conclude, your finger crashing on his chest. You look at each other in his eyes both furious, but not for the same reasons. You were furious at him because he intruded in your private life. He was furious at him because you lied to him. You walk past him to get out of the bet shop.

“Y/N where’re you going ?” he sighs, tired of fighting you. You don’t even respond. You slam the door behind you and walk away.

You are boiling. You just can’t believe your own brother spied on you, the only night you had a proper date. No, actually, you’re not even surprised. Tommy thinks he has everyone’s life in his hand and can do everything he wants with it, in order to make his different businesses flourish. You remember what he did to John: poor boy wanted to marry Lizzie and instead he married a stranger the day he met her. They’re lucky they fell in love with each other the moment their eyes met but still, that was the worst thing Tommy has ever done. You didn’t want to come to the wedding in the first place, but you wanted to be here for John.

You are mumbling things, looking like crazy, people step away from you on the street when they pass you. You don’t really know of where you’re heading, letting your feet think for you. You find yourself in front of a door you barely know but means so much to you. You knock on it and a tall man opened.

“I want to see Alfie” you order him.

“Who the fuck are you ?” he despises you.

“Just call him” you sound way too threatening for your small stature, forcing him to execute your command.

“Wait here” you roll your eyes but do as he says. You walk in circles in the courtyard, trying to figure everything that is going on. You are so lost in your thoughts you don’t hear Alfie calling you.

“Y/N ?” he asks a little louder resting one hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. You flinch at the sound and contact, turning to him. “Are you alr-” you don’t let me finish his question when you grab his face and kiss him. He’s a little caught out of guard but finally relaxes and wraps his arms around you.

When he breaks the kiss, he moves his hands to cup your cheek so he can see your eyes. “Oi, what’s going on, love ?”. You try to hide the premises of tears in your eyes by closing them.

“Tommy” is the only word you manage to say. “Tommy knows… about us, about yesterday”. Alfie blinks a few processing what you just said.

“What ? How ?”

“I-...” you can’t respond because of the knot in your throat and just fall in his arms.

“Ok, alright, love, let’s just get inside so I can prepare you a cup of tea, ey ?” you nod in respond and he kisses the top of your head before leading you inside. He closes the door of his office after sitting you on a chair. He orders one of his man to bring some tea and whisky. He then kneels to your level and brings a tissue to your face to wipe your tears away. “Ok sweetie, why don’t you just tell what happened ?” he asks in the softest voice you ever heard.

“I was supposed to meet him this morning, and-... and he just asked me about you and I, like that out of the blue, not even saying ‘hello’ or anything… He knew I was going out, so he spied on me, and saw everything. Even our kiss…” your voice trembles between your sobs and you can’t look Alfie in his eyes. “I fucking hate him, Alfie” you sob in a whisper.

“Don’t say that, love,” he sticks a strand of your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “Yes it’s totally a bitch move but… When you have a person like you in your life, you’re ready to do anything to protect them. Don’t be too harsh on him” he consoles you.

“How can you not be fucking angry at him ?” you demand between gritted teeth. He caresses your cheek and smiles gently.

“He’s not my family. Listen, he went to far last night, I get it. But I know what family means to that lil’ fucker of your brother” it makes you chuckle. “And I know how mad he can turn if his family is in danger. Boy is so tiny but scares the shit out of me”, again you laugh.

Hearing your laugh brings light and joy to Alfie and he swears internally to God, that he will make sure to hear that sound everyday of his life. “You should go see him, and forgive him”. You look up to him wondering if he was serious. He nods lightly his head confirming what he just said.

“Only if you come with me” you say, straight face. Alfie coughs a laugh, thinking you are joking. The look on your face clearly tells the contrary.

“No.” he rises and you follow his move. “No, no, no, no, no. No fucking way”

“Alfie, here’s your tea” interrupts the poor man who was in charge of the tea.

“Get the fuck out here !” Alfie barks back. The door quickly closes after that.

“Please, Alfie ! I don’t want to face him alone. Plus, if he sees us together maybe he will understand better” you plead him.

“Absolutely fucking not Y/N ! It’s your family, your business.” he turns around so he can’t see your face anymore, both of his hands resting on his hips. You walk closer to him and wrap your arms around him.

“He’s your family too now. I know that you and I is very -very- fresh, but we both know that it’s different from anything we knew before.” he sighs, hating the fact that you’re right. You tiptoe to rest your chin on his broad shoulder. “Do it for me” you beg him softly. Somehow you knew that this simple sentence will convince him to come with you.

He breathes in loudly and turn back to you, cuping your now dry cheeks “Fine. He better not kill me” he half jokes. You interlace your arms around his neck with the biggest smile on your face before kissing him again and again. He laughs at your childishness. “God the things I wouldn’t do for you…” Alfie kisses the tip of your nose before stepping back. “Where the fuck is that tea !?” You chuckle.

When you finish your tea, you put your coat back on to leave Alfie’s office.

“Where’re going, sweetie ?” he asks

You look at him genuinely confused “Um, well, to see Tommy, with you… like we just said”

“Oh shit, you meant now ?” he answers wide eyes “Nah, nah, I thought, like maybe… one day”

“One day ? What do you mean ? That could be in a year !”

“Then what would be the matter ?” he replies a grin on his face. You puff in shock.

“The matter would be that I refuse to live without my brother for over a year ! You said ‘one day’ uh ? Well that day is today.” you rest your fists on your hips, giving him a hard look.

“What’s the rush ? We’ve got plenty of time !” he said in a defensive tone.

“Ok, fine. You don’t come with me now, we don’t see each other till you decide it’s the right time. Good day, baby” you turn your heels and head for the door but Alfie cuts you off.

“Fine !” he sighs. You grin, content you won. He sees it and shakes his head. “Gosh, are you always that stubborn ?”

“You signed for your nightmare, with me.” you delicately kiss him on his lips, teasing him slightly.

“I fucking did, yeah” he jokes in a low voice, your faces a few inches apart. You chuckle and give him his coat. “Come on, we can have a nice lunch after that”, you offer.

“Only if I’m still alive” Alfie replies putting his coat on.

“Well, if you’re dead, I’ll just have lunch with someone else” you fix his collar before dragging him outside.

On your way to the bet shop, you gave Alfie a full list of things he shouldn’t say. “Don’t joke about him, or me, or us. Don’t talk about the family, neither. Don’t tell him that you like me. No pet name like love, honey, baby...”

“‘Right, so basically you don’t want me to talk” he concludes as he stops walking.

“Exactly.” Alfie rolls his eyes and he starts walking again when you pull him by the hand.

You both arrive at the betting shop. When you pass the door, everything was silent. You frown thinking it shouldn’t be that way. Normally, there are a lot of clients who are shouting the names of the horse they’re betting on, and how much money they want to put. But right now, the room is empty, and your family is nowhere to be seen.

“Business is going well, I see.” Alfie teases.

“Where is everyone ?” you question yourself.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps at the end of the long hallway, where Tommy's office is. They're heavy, determined, almost angry. The noise gets louder as he gets closer. Thomas. His fists are clenched, moving in sync with his body. Tommy stops and points his gun at Alfie.

“This already isn’t starting so well, innit ?” Alfie jokes, his accent thicker than before.

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marauder-level-chaos · 4 years

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Mine - A Malec Proposal Fic

So this is a little bit of angst followed by some super cute fluff that leads to a Malec proposal. Alec and Magnus have been together for a while and Alec’s parents are homophobic and all about the family honor. They are also super rich. They don’t know about the relationship yet but Alec has had enough and wants to introduce Magnus to his family. An argument breaks out which leads to an angry Alec. But obviously why should his family decide his life for him so Alec maybe proposes to Magnus on the way home. This isn’t necessarily set in the shadowhunters universe. I just wanted to have a normal, mundane take on this. It’s slightly choppy rn but I migh tgo back to fix it later. Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated so please tell me how this was.

Warning: angst, Robert being a shitty abusive dad, fluff at the end

Alec had always been an early riser. Although he woke up a little earlier than usual today. He rolled over and planted a soft kiss on Magnus’ cheek. Still half asleep, he rummaged through the pile of clothes by his side to find his signature black shirt and matching black jeans. With one last look at his boyfriend, Alexander headed to the bathroom for a shower. By the time he was done with his shower, Magnus had already prepared breakfast. With a towel around his waist, Alec made his way to the kitchen and hugged Magnus’ waist from the back.

“Stop it! Your hair is still wet, Alexander. You’ll smudge the glitter on my face.”

“I don’t care. Besides, you look just fine without the glitter too.”

“Uh-uh. If we’re going to see your parents today, which I still think is a bad idea, I’m going to look my best. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go shower. And I would really appreciate it if you would join me.” Alec didn’t need to be told twice.

***Time Skip***

In a few hours time, the boys had driven down to the Lightwood residence. Alec could tell Magnus was nervous as hell. His leg was bouncing up and down and his hands were shaking ever so slightly.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Alexander? I know your parents aren’t the easiest people in the world and I wouldn’t want you to get into any trouble because of me.” Alec gently cupped his boyfriend’s cheek.

“I need them to understand that this….us….it’s not going away. No matter what they believe. And, Magnus, I thought we established that I would willingly get into all sorts of trouble for you.” And with that, Alec rang the bell. The door swung open to an enormous house. Alec realised that the apartment the two boys share is nothing compared to the grandeur of the Lightwood residence.

“You’re late, Alexander. Your father and I have been waiting for quite some time,” Maryse called as she signalled somebody to take the boys’ coats.

***Another Time Skip because I don’t know how to transition properly***

Dinner was just about as awkward as Alec had expected it to be. Nobody spoke until dessert was served. At that point, Alec felt it was best if he got to the point he was meaning to bring up all evening.

“Mom, Dad, I have been meaning to tell you something for a very long time.” Alec felt Magnus’ hand slide into his from under the table. That was all the reassurance Alexander needed. “Actually, we need to tell you something. Magnus and I….we really love each other. We have been living together for a while now. I just wanted you to meet the man I lo-” Alec was cut off by Robert’s hand slapping him across the face.

“You are a Lightwood! You have a legacy to uphold. I will not have you drag my name through the mud by associating with people like your friend.” Robert then turned to Magnus. “Guards, please escort this man off the premises, or I will throw him out myself.”

“I love him, dad. And if you so much as touch a hair on his head, you will lose your son forever. Magnus….Magnus is everything to me and I will not let you treat him this way.”

“ALEXANDER GIDEON LIGHTWOOD! You will not speak to your father this way. Apologise at once,” ordered Maryse.

“No. If you can’t accept the man I love then Magnus was right. Coming here was a mistake. Tell Izzy I love her and I miss her.” Alexander snuck his into Magnus’ and whispered, “I’m sorry. You were right. I’m not going to stay here anymore. Not if they can’t learn to respect the man I care about.” The twinkle of pride in his boyfriend’s eye was more than anything Alec could have asked for.

***Last time skip I promise***

The walk to their car was quiet. Alec could feel Magnus’ eyes on him. He knew his boyfriend was trying to make sure he was ok. And that’s why, no matter what his parents believed, Alec would never let go of this man by his side.

“Maybe they were right, Alexander. I am clearly more trouble than I am worth. I know you have done so much for your family. I wouldn’t want you to lose them over me.” Alec's face slowly turned to his boyfriend.

“Don’t you Mags? You are my everything. If they can’t accept you, I don’t need them. I need you. I just wanted my parents to meet the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. If they don’t understand you the way I do, then that’s their problem.”

“My dear Alexander, nobody can understand me the way you do. And what was that about wanting to spend the rest of your life with me?” Alec could hear Magnus’ smile in the question.

“I wasn’t joking about that. That is why I wanted you to meet my parents. I thought they would be happy. I thought I could do this over a nice dinner and wine. I just...I wanted this to be perfect. But you were right. I should’ve listened. I am so sorry I ruined this.”

“I don’t need a fancy dinner or expensive wine, Alec. I need you.”

“In that case,” said Alec, as he fumbled through the inside pocket of his coat. “Would you do me the honor of making me your husband, Magnus Bane? I have loved you since the day I met you and I can’t even think of spending the rest of my life with somebody else. You may have shared your past with other people, but I want to be the one you share your future with.” Magnus looked down into the bright blue eyes of his kneeling boyfriend.

“Oh god, yes. A thousand times, yes. With all my heart, Alexander, I am yours.”

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Girls Interrupted, Chapter 2: She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman, But She Can’t (Vatya) 2/2 - Maeve

A/N: Hi, it’s Maeve here, and holy fuck this is long! Sorry for the wait, everyone, it’s been a real time. I’ll admit that I spent a lot of time collecting firsthand accounts of real teen parties because homegirl has never been to one of the cool kid ones. I feel no personal shame! I hope you all enjoy it. I’m a one woman show over here, but I’ve tried to be as accurate as possible with the characterization of the queens. There are some parts of this chapter that might be a little confusing, but that’s because the story is told through Katya’s eyes and she doesn’t always have all of the information. She will soon, though! As always, constructive criticism (really feedback of any kind) is welcome. If there’s interest, I’ll drop my sideblog one of these days. Here’s some petty teenage bullshit to take your mind off of the outside world.

What do normal people wear? What’s ‘in’ with the youths? Katya furrowed her brow. She grew out of following trends in middle school. The clothes weren’t her, and they didn’t magically assimilate her into a friend group either. So Katya was no manic pixie dream girl, more of a manic sexy carny And that was okay…most of the time. There would be a wide variety of teens at the party—Alaska ran in many different circles—but all of them had eyes, and Katya wasn’t about to make Alaska question her judgement over unironically worn Hawaiian print. She’d have to pass for artistically different. Dresses were risky, so Katya opted for a pair of skintight black denim shorts and a well-worn Warner Brothers Studios shirt. A good french tuck and a statement jacket were just enough to polish off her shabby-chic ensemble. It would have to be good enough.

Katya’s freshly washed hair had dried in loose waves that framed her face beautifully. Two things she refused to guilt herself into were shaving her legs and putting on makeup, and she wore her bangs down to hide the hairline she was so self-conscious about. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress anyone. Katya had given up on that a long, long time ago. She glanced at the clock. It was only a few minutes past 6:00. Living in a constant state of perpetual anxiety was a real bitch.

Katya sighed, Wheel of Fortune and Diet Coke it is. Her parents were at the neighborhood’s annual Back to School Barbecue, so she had the entire house to herself. She hoped there would be a familiar face or two—or at the very least caffeine—at Alaska’s house.

Katya could hear the music coming from the inside of Alaska’s house through her massive front door. It was a hot and humid evening, yet Katya chose to linger in the yard. She wasn’t the first one there, and she wouldn’t be the last one, either; there was just something about crossing the solid oak barrier that made her presence…pressing. Awkward, even.

Alaska wouldn’t have invited you if she didn’t want you to be here, Katya reminded herself. She knew this was true—Alaska Honard was an absolute sweetheart—but her paranoia got the best of her. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to ‘Bianca del Realest’:

I’m outside. Walk me in? I don’t wanna know if pigs’ blood comes out of denim.

Her phone vibrated seconds later with a response from Bianca:

Pussy.

Soon, the door opened, revealing a smug Bianca del Rio. Katya grinned, “Yes, I do have a pussy, mama, and I’m serving fish all night.”

Bianca howled, “I don’t put things in me if I don’t know where they’ve been, and you’re a filthy whore.”

“You rotted cunt! That was a rash, not a herpes sore!” Katya protested.

“Just get your ass in here, Zamo, before the neighbors call the police to report a solicitor on the premises,” Bianca stepped aside so Katya could enter.

The first thing she saw was an ornately framed oil painting of Alaska and her family. It had to be at least her height. “Holy mother of pearl…” Katya gaped.

“Mother of Alaska, actually. Father and sister, too,” Bianca corrected. Katya gave her a shove. “What? I do this out of love, honey.” The blonde rolled her eyes. “Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Bianca grabbed hold of Katya’s arm and steered her towards the kitchen.

Alaska’s kitchen—which was a literal gourmet kitchen—was relatively empty save for an entire island of snacks and several coolers with drinks. She could still feel the thrum of the bass in her teeth, but the walls muffled the music’s full volume. What Katya found most shocking was actually who was in the kitchen. Trixie Mattel was leaning against the sink in a pair of light wash jeans and a flowing pink top.

Wow, Katya’s eyes went wide. She was in the same room as Trixie Mattel, about to be introduced by their apparently mutual friend, and she desperately needed to be able to pull herself together.

“Oh, honey, send in the clowns!” Trixie exclaimed, noticing Bianca’s return.

“I prefer to be called an erotic clown,” Bianca shot back. Katya snorted. “This is the creature I was telling you about.” Bianca gave Katya a small shove forward.

“Hi, I’m the chemical burn from the spiral perm, Trixie Mattel,” Trixie introduced herself extending a well-manicured hand. “I sit across from you in English, but we’ve never really talked.”

“Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova. But your dad just calls me Katya,” Katya winked and took Trixie’s hand, gently kissing her knuckles. Inside her head, Katya was screaming, Fuuuuuuuck. However, Trixie’s smile only grew. The life-sized Barbie doubled over with laughter.

Trixie turned to Bianca, “I’ll keep her!” Katya scrunched up her nose. She didn’t realize she was for sale.

“Just make sure to walk her often. She’s not house trained,” Bianca warned.

Katya wasn’t given the chance to retort because the door that connected the main room to the backyard flew open, and all three girls reached to cover their ears as Travis Scott’s voice grew three times as loud. An out-of-breath Jinkx Monsoon stood in the doorway, and her mouth began to move.

“What?” Bianca shouted over Sicko Mode.

Jinkx came further into the kitchen and screamed, “I said the hotshots just pulled up! If you don’t wanna get trampled, we should probab—”

“Bottoms up, bitches!” Willam shouted from somewhere in the hall. A cacophony of voices seemed to flood the space all at once, and then the kitchen was swarmed with all of the juniors on the cheer squad and football team. Hands and bodies were everywhere. Katya, standing at 5’1”, was swept away in the sea of future frat boys. Thankfully, the kitchen was only a stop on their route, and once the kitchen had been successfully raided, the four girls could get their bearings.

Jinkx straightened her dress. “Leave. I was going to say leave,” she finished her earlier thought and slumped against the kitchen island. “The real party’s out back. Now with added kegs.”

“Now, this I gotta see,” Bianca chuckled, “You in?” Katya shrugged and followed Bianca and Trixie past the horndogs sucking face in the living room and into Alaska’s massive backyard. She didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into, and she didn’t see it getting any better.

The glass doors let out onto a patio with a cabana and firepit. Stone steps led down to yet another seating area and a resort-style pool filled with floats, fountaints, and colored lights. There must’ve been at least a hundred people outside. She’d never seen so much illicit activity in one place. What was the word? Collusion? Collusion. Collusion vibes but not in a good way, Mama. We’re all going to hell, Katya swallowed thickly. The blonde was overwhelmed by the sweaty bodies, loud music, and flashing lights. Was this what a rave was like? The kegs by the pool were a happening place, and she planned to avoid them as much as possible.

When she looked to her right, she noticed Bianca had slipped away unnoticed, leaving her completely and utterly alone with one Trixie Mattel. Fuck. Again.

“Come get a drink with me!” Trixie insisted. She might not have been entirely comfortable alone with her crush, but tagging along was a significantly better option than hiding in a corner. The two pushed their way towards the booze. Trixie filled a red solo cup for Katya before grabbing one for herself and maneuvering them over to the poolside loveseat.

Katya’s drink felt awkward clutched in her hands. She knew that most highschoolers had experience with alcohol, but it was different watching her peers getting trashed. What’s the point? Katya wondered.

“That’s gonna get warm, you know?” Trixie snapped Katya out of her thoughts.

Katya gave her a sheepish smile, “I don’t really drink. Like at all. I just took it so you didn’t think I was lame.”

“Oh, honey,” Trixie began softly, “I would never judge you for something like that. Here, let me take that.” She made a grab for Katya’s cup, but Katya pulled it away.

“One sec!” Katya stuck two fingers of her free hand right into her beer and pulled them out. She saw the confusion on Trixie’s face and gave her a mischievous look. Katya took her beer fingers and wiped the alcohol across the pulse points on her neck. Playing it safe, she repeated the action until all the places she’d usual spray with perfume were sticky with beer. She was sure she smelled like a distillery. Perfect. Once again, Trixie made a grab for the cub, but another hand beat her to it. Alaska Honard in all her glory snatched it from Katya and drained its contents.

“Thanksss, Kati,” Alaska slurred. “Jus’ needed a lil’ liquid courage before I go on.” She swooped down to give Katya a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Alaska was sloshed. Her makeup was smudged she was swaying on her feet, and she smelled worse than Katya, who had just taken a bath in her beer.

“Go on what, Alaska?” Needless to say, Katya was a bit concerned. Because the two had done most of the work for their partner scene the previous class, Alaska and Katya were able to spend the day’s 3rd period chatting away. The demure girl from earlier was nowhere to be found. She was beginning to wonder if her friend had even processed her question when Alaska finally responded.

“‘M gonna be a star, Kati,” Alaska giggled. “Britney, bitch!” She then proceeded to fist up the fabric at the bottom of her dress and try to pull her black bodycon sequin gown up and over her body. Katya could only watch as she writhed around and made pitiful whining noises in her attempt to undress. “Off!” Alaska pouted, giving Katya her best puppy dog eyes.

Katya shared a look with Trixie before standing up and carefully spinning the blonde around. Her small hands were perfect for pulling down tiny zippers, and the dress slid down Alaska’s lithe body and pooled at her feet. Katya’s throat went dry.

Underneath her dress, Alaska wore a lacy, black strapless bra and a matching set of panties. Katya could not handle it. She didn’t mean to stare, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. Soft, pale, flawless, Katya took in the beauty in front of her. Talk about body-ody-ody. Alaska was toned with the supple legs of a dancer—unfortunately, she lacked a dancer’s poise. Katya’s aneurism was cut short when the cheerleader stumbled trying to get out of the offending garment.

“Geez, Alaska,” Katya exclaimed, “Would you be more careful?”

“I may not be graceful…” Alaska trailed off, beginning to sway on her feet.

“I need my Lasky!” Detox shouted from the edge of the pool. Alaska visibly perked at her nickname and gave Katya a sloppy goodbye kiss on the cheek before teetering off towards Detox and Roy.

What the fuck? Katya raised her eyebrows. She turned to Trixie in search of an answer as to what just happened, but all the blonde had to offer was a shrug. Katya looked back to Rolaskatox and noticed a few pertinent details she’d missed in her first glance: Roxy and Detox were also in their skivvies, three chairs were now in a row on the bridge that separated the two halves of the pool, and the music had stopped.

Katya tried to do the math in her head: liquid courage + 3 scantily clad girls x 1 chair - Kendrick Lamar = ???? She had to be missing something. “‘I’m gonna be a star,’” Alaska had said…Fame = liquid courage + 3 scantily clad girls x 1 chair - Kendrick Lamar. Katya’s brows knit together. Some kind of performance? And then it hit her. “‘Britney, bitch,’”…They’re performing a Britney Spears number practically naked. Obviously the ideal way to spend a Friday night. Katya could think of no other explanation for the weird happenings of the last few minutes, but the answer she’d arrived at wasn’t any less of an acid trip.

The three girls took their places behind the chairs, and Roxy, who had at some point manifested a microphone, gave pearl a thumbs up.

“Where my party people at?” Roxy shouted into the microphone. Praise Putin for Pearl because the feedback on the mic might have made their ears bleed. The crowd around the pool hooted and hollered. Yuck, Katya gagged on the high school movie realness. “We’ve got a special treat for you tonight! Our little Lasky here,” Roxy pushed Alaska forward, “Didn’t think that she was going to make the varsity cheer team.” Alaska flushed at her friends divulgence and squirmed in her grip. Naturally, Roxy paid no attention to her friend’s discomfort, “So Toxy and I, we made a bet: if Lasky didn’t make varsity we’d have a Golden Girls marathon, but if she did…she’d have to show off her sweet moves at the Back-to-School Bash!”

“Hit it, Pearl!” Detox shouted. Roxy tossed the microphone to someone near the end of the walk, and the three girls took their places by their chairs. Alaska was clearly less thrilled about the performance than she was when she had been talking to Katya minutes ago. Liquid courage? No dice. The instrumental intro into Britney Spears’ “Toxic” began to play from the outdoor speakers, and Alaska’s gyrated her hips mechanically to the beat.

Baby, can’t you see

I’m calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It’s dangerous, I’m falling

Katya was dumbfounded. Mouth agape, she wondered, Does this shit happen at all high school parties? Mother, I swear I’m sober. She hadn’t had anything to drink, so she couldn’t have been drugged or anything crazy like that. This was, in fact, happening. And Katya had thought she was fucking mental. A glance to her side told her that she wasn’t the only one questioning her sanity; Trixie’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets.

There’s no escape

I can’t wait

I need a hit, Baby, give me it

You’re dangerous, I’m lovin’ it

Dangerous. There was something sinister about the atmospheric red that bathed the trio and spilled into the audience. Her hands began to tremble. Brenda, not now, she willed herself to calm down.

Too high

Can’t come down

Losin’ my head, spinnin’ ‘round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

It wasn’t just her shaking, though. Alaska’s body was vibrating with tension—not ‘loving it’. Her sisters in scandal moved a lot smoother than she did, and she was concentrating hard on keeping herself from falling off of her chair. How much “‘liquid courage’” did this bitch have? The trio had gotten up on their chairs at the beginning of the chorus and were doing what looked like Christina Aguilera choreography circa Genie in a Bottle. Katya wouldn’t be surprised if Rotox had actually gotten the wrong blonde when choreographing. Katya frowned, Alaska, please don’t crack your head open.

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride

You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

And I love what you do

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

She regained her breath when the chair acrobatics were finally over. The dance routine had evolved into what could probably qualify as softcore porn. Roxy, Alaska, and Detox were writhing on the platform in an obscene manner. Katya thought they looked like cats in heat. Alcoholic cats in heat. Which was actually quite a shame because real alcoholic cats in heat were something that Katya would totally like to see.

It’s getting late to give you up

I took a sip from my devil’s cup

Slowly, it’s taking over me

Too high, can’t come down

It’s in the air and it’s all around

Can you feel me now?

Britney Spears you are a cruel bitch, Katya chewed her lower lip. She was trying her hardest not to feel anything.

With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride

You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

And I love what you do

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

If she weren’t so put off by the course the night had taken and concerned for her friend, she might have been more than a little turned on. There was no denying that Alaska was attractive—even as she flopped about like a fish on a marble platter—but her mother raised her right. We do not objectify women, and we definitely do not allow others to take advantage of inebriated ones.

Taste of your lips, I’m on a ride

You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride

You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Katya had to admit she was impressed. There really was no better way to draw attention to yourself than repeatedly slamming your pussy into the makeshift stage. It certainly seemed to be working now; she might just have to try it sometime.

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin’ now

I think I’m ready now

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin’ now

I think I’m ready now

Roxy, Alaska, and Detox all struck their final poses. Katya could see their chests heaving wildly as they held for the raucous applause of the party guests standing poolside. It was certainly strange, but she couldn’t knock their performance. Kids would be kids, right? She was about to chalk it all up to a bit of harmless fun, after all, when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber broke formation and pushed Alaska straight off of the platform. Suddenly, the tall blonde was in the water, limbs thrashing about in response to the sudden change in environment.

“Pool party!” Willam shouted, stripping off her own dress. Leave it to Willam to make a splash. Literally. For some reason the most inebriated of the guests decided that it was a fantastic idea to accidentally drown themselves instead of their sorrows. Soon, the pool was full of bodies and she could no longer keep track of her friend.

Alaska finally scampered to the steps with the stability of a newborn fawn. She all but fell out of the pool and took half of the water with her. Alaska’s mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her hair hung limp and matted. Roxy and Detox were nowhere to be found—either to help her clean up or to read her for filth. Coco Montrese and her longtime frenemy Miss Alyssa Edwards, however, were more than happy to fill in.

They sound like those brain dead hyenas from The Lion King, Katya snickered to herself. Maybe not that lady one, though. That bitch was fierce.

Alaska coughed up a mouthful of water right at their feet. “Hey, Coco,” She began, “Your makeup is terrible.” Coco wasn’t laughing anymore. Point Alaska.

“Have you seen yourself, mama?” Coco fired back, The blonde rolled her eyes and snatched the drink in Coco’s hand. Alaska tossed it back all in one go.

“Thanks,” Alaska drawled, tossing the empty cup back and wrapping herself in the first available towel.

Katya turned to Trixie with a question on her lips. “Does this happen often?” She asked. Trixie gave a low whistle.

“Pearl has dragged me to a lot of weird shit, but I think this might just be a first,” Trixie answered with gusto. She checked her watch, “And it’s not even 10:00! The night is still young, honey!”

Right, Katya thought, the night is still young. Just great.

Trixie soon ditched Katya for Pearl—something about the stupid pumpkin carriage coming to steal her friend after midnight—and Katya hadn’t known Trixie long enough to reasonably protest the abandonment. She hoped Bianca was somewhere inside the house.

There were still people in the living room, but it looked like the horny gremlins from earlier had finally gotten a room. Literally. Unfortunately, the cheerleaders that had taken their place were not much better. Head bitch Violet Chachki had her legs draped over one of the arms of a stately armchair in a carefree yet superior manner. Why anyone would want to be queen of the hot messes? Katya couldn’t tell you. But apparently power—or at least the perception of power—gave one Violet Chachki a raging hard on. Gag.

Bianca wasn’t in the room, but the blonde was determined to see her valiant quest through. Hopefully, she’d stumble upon a nunnery with some sexy ladies along the way. Sneaking past the wicked bitch of the west and her flying monkeys, she regrouped in the kitchen. Katya went down her mental checklist: Keys? Check. Assorted limbs? Check. Clothes? Check. Inhibitions? Check. Virtue? Debauched. Sanity? Remaining hopefully optimistic. Bianca? Still M.I.A. The kitchen was empty due to the commotion happening poolside. Chips crunched under the soles of Katya’s sneakers. That was another reason she didn’t enjoy being out in the general public for extended periods of time: bitches be nasty.

The second floor was significantly cleaner than the first. An entire floor of the Honards’ house was dedicated to entertainment. Katya knew that Alaska had an older sister, Nebraska, but she couldn’t fathom why any child—or two children for that matter—needed an entire floor to play. How could the rooms not feel so…empty? Katya wondered, shuddering involuntarily. The blonde couldn’t picture Alaska spending much time up here now. She felt as though she was looking at an abandoned playground and couldn’t help but think it made Alaska sad, too.

After a few moments, it became clear to Katya that Bianca wasn’t there, but she continued to linger on the landing. Her blue eyes were drawn to the set of stairs that would take her to the third floor. It was an idea for the pantheon of bad ideas; she was tempted nonetheless. Katya could hear her grandfather’s words in her head: ‘Curiosity killed the kitty, лисичка,’ What her Deda didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, I’m not that kind of pussy, am I? She justified.

Katya crept up to the dark third story of the house with the innocence of an intruder—she’d plead the fifth if necessary. The second door down from the landing was ominously open. Honestly, there may as well have been a big red arrow pointing towards the room because Katya’s feet were already carrying her towards it. Darkness engulfed the room, itself, save for a rectangle of warm light.

“Jinkxy, is that you?” Alaska groaned, presumably from the same direction as the light. “Jus’ leave the dress on the bed. Save the lecture for the morning.”

Katya cleared her throat, “Alaska? It’s Katya. Can I come in?” She received a grunt in response. The blonde followed the sound into what turned out to be Alaska’s master bathroom. Her friend was curled up against her marble tub with a beach towel wrapped around her.

“How was I, Kati?“ Alaska drawled.

Katya took a seat in front of her and pulled her legs to her chest. She thought for a moment before speaking, “80% sexy, 20% disgusting…like me.” Alaska whined. “Why are you still in your wet clothes?” She asked. Her friend shrugged. Right, Katya sighed. Alaska was half asleep; this wasn’t going to be a one woman job. Thankfully, Jinkx appeared moments later with her heels in one hand and Alaska’s little black dress in the other. Katya raised her hands in surrender. “I swear she was like this when I found her,” she blurted.

“This isn’t even the worst of it,” Jinx spoke candidly. She tossed her shoes onto the floor and pulled up her long, red hair. “I’ll wrangle the monkey if you go and find her some dry underwear and something to wear to bed.” Jinkx’s tone left no room for questioning.

Mother, I never thought I’d be a panty snatcher, much less an invited one, Katya made a face. Alaska’s dressers were easy to find, and she felt undeniably dirty as she began her game of panty roulette. Pulling open the first drawer, Katya sprang back, ready to strike. Assorted pajamas were hardly a foe, and she vanquished them swiftly. Rebel athleticwear laid in wait behind drawer number two. They, too, were no match for her feet of fury, Katya kicked the drawer shut with a battle cry.

“Katya, what the hell are you doing out there?” Jinkx called.

Katya had the dignity to look sheepish. “Nothing!” She shouted back. “Be there in a second!” The underwear turned out to be in the next drawer down. She thrust a hand inside without looking and tightened her grip on the first piece of fabric her hand found. Her feeling of triumph only lasted the few seconds it took for her to realize what she’d managed to retrieve: a lacy black teddy. Katya dropped the offending garment as if she’d been burned. I am going to hell, she shook her head, Straight to hell. I will not pass go, nor will I collect $100…Deuces never loses, right? The scarlet thong she fished out next begged to differ. Her face was almost as red as the fabric, itself, when she flung it across the room. Fortunately, the third time was the charm. The pastel pink boyshorts seemed like a more appropriate item to put on a drunk girl, so Katya returned to the bathroom to present her nightwear bounty to Jinkx.

The motherly redhead, unsurprisingly, was not impressed. Jinkx arched a brow expectantly.

“You see,” Katya began, “I wasn’t comfortable—I didn’t um feel right digging through her things without, you know, her permission?” She swallowed thickly. “So I thought maybe it would be less creepy if I just reached in and grabbed the first thing I touched. Well, you see, Alaska’s got such a wide range of tastes, and it-uh…It took a hot second to find something appropriate…for the…occasion?” She was expecting to find disgust when she raised her eyes to meet Jinkx’s, but the redhead cackled loudly instead.

“Lemme guess, you saw something you didn’t want to see?” Jinkx chortled. Katya managed a weak nod. “I’m sorry, doll, I forget that not everyone is as acquainted with Miss Honard’s unmentionables as little ol’ me.”

Not everyone is as acquain—Oh! Blue eyes threatened to burst from their sockets as Katya processed her words.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, not like that,” Jinkx exclaimed, reading the thoughts reflected on Katya’s face. “Lasky and I did community theater together. I’ve known her since the first grade. Drunk proof her nightstand for me? I’ll dress blondie over here.”

“Does this happen often?” Katya asked Jinkx after Alaska’s door was closed. The incapacitated cheerleader was finally sound asleep in her bed, and the two girls didn’t think she’d be up anytime soon.

Jinkx sighed sadly, “It didn’t use to. Roxy and Detox are more toxic than Drano, and there’s no one to stop her from going out with them. Look, Lasky’s a sweet girl. A good, smart girl. But she makes bad choices sometimes, and there’s nothing that I—that we—can do about it. She’s gotta be the one to say enough is enough.”

Katya understood. Katya understood more than she wanted to. She’d been a shell of a girl drowning in the voices in her head not too long ago. It didn’t matter how many hands reached out to her if she refused to take them. Alaska—happy and hopeful Alaska—might just be drowning, too. Katya wondered if she drank to impress, to keep up, or to forget.

Jinkx promised that she’d look over Alaska until the next morning, so Katya reluctantly chose to rejoin the land of the living downstairs. The first floor was significantly louder than it was when she left it. Games of flip cup and beer pong had picked up in the dining room, and Violet’s flock had not only grown, but had grown to include both Trixie and Bianca, who were trying their hardest not to laugh at the spectacle in the middle of the living area. Willam and Courtney were having a major bitchfest for all to see. Normally, Katya would run for the hills, but if Bianca and Trixie weren’t afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, she figured it was safe enough to stick around and tuned into the conversation.

“Your tone seems really pointed right now,” Willam pursed her lips. She was clearly the calmer of the two, as Courtney was beet red and positively radiating tension. Katya could tell Willam’s nonchalance was only winding the Australian up more.

Courtney folded her arms defensively. “Well, I’m sorry you think that, Willam,” she took a deep breath. “I feel like everything I say kinda comes from the heart, and I’m truly hurt that you threw yourself at Daniel when you knew how I felt about him.”

“Sorry ‘bout it,” Willam scoffed, picking at her nails. Her words reflected everything but the sentiment they were meant to.

Katya knew that Willam was a bitch, but this was a little much even for her. Willam and Courtney had been best friends since Courtney moved from Australia the summer of their freshman year; it was hard to believe that Willam would throw their relationship away. Katya held her breath. Everyone in the wings was uncomfortable during the pregnant pause. The scene before her was straight out of a 90s teen movie, and she didn’t have the popcorn to go with it.

All movement stilled when Willam finally looked up. “I tend to think emotions are for ugly people,” she deadpanned. The room let out a collective gasp. Courtney was across the room in a flash, and her palm made contact with Willam’s cheek. It would be logical to assume that Willam, who was just slapped across the face by her best friend, would be the most in shock at the sudden turn of events; it would also be the wrong conclusion. Courtney’s features were frozen in fear. The offending hand still hovered in the air, trembling like a leaf.

Willam was the first to react—and in a very uncharacteristic way. She engulfed the smaller girl in a tender hug. Courtney began to sob muffled apologies into her neck, and despite her obvious desire to recoil, Willam continued to hold her close.

Maybe Willam actually does have feelings, Katya’s eyebrows raised. The sight of Willam whispering words of reassurance into Courtney’s ear was enough to make even the coldest heart melt. Well, the coldest heart with the exception of Violet Chachki’s. Katya was pretty sure the stick up her ass was a permanent installment.

When the two pulled apart minutes later with smiles on their faces, they were met with a round of applause. Courtney wiped at her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. If she noticed Willam’s arm around her waist, she didn’t give any indication as she addressed the spectators that had gathered, “Well, I’m gonna need to be less sober before I spill any more about myself. Truth or drink, anyone?”

Truth or drink? No thanks, Katya turned to sneak out. Unfortunately, Bianca had also chosen that exact moment to glance in her direction, and Katya was caught in the act.

“Bitch, you can’t leave yet. It’s not even midnight!” Bianca half whispered, half hissed.

And Bianca doesn’t associate with losers, Katya reminded herself. Don’t be a loser. “If my locker gets filled with worms next week, I will personally marinate you like a chicken,” she promised her friend.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before. Blame it on Bianca Del Rio. Take a number, sweetheart, you’re holding up the line,” Bianca patted the space next to her on the floor.

Laganja had batted her eyelashes—and used her mouth—to coerce one of the mindless jocks to bring in one of the kegs from outside for their “slumber party secret sesh”. There were fifteen girls, including Katya, who stuck around for the potentially risky game, and Katya wasn’t thrilled to be playing with most of them. Adore finished off her beer and placed the empty bottle in the center of the circle.

“Party!” Adore shouted before giving the bottle a good spin. Around, and around, and around it went before coming to a stop at Coco’s feet. “Miss Coco Montrese, truth or dare?” She asked.

“I’ll pick truth, mama,” Coco answered.

Adore thought for a moment before speaking, “Are you afraid that you’ll always be the runner up?” There was a chorus of oohs. Everyone knew that the race for junior varsity squad captain their sophomore year was a sore spot for both girls. It was no secret that Alyssa was originally chosen to be captain by her teammates. However, when she became implicated in a cheating scandal, Coach Calhoun was forced to denounce her and give Coco, Alyssa’s best friend and the candidate to receive the second most votes, the position. To make matters worse, it was rumored that Coco was the one who suggested that Alyssa had committed academic dishonesty in the first place. Alyssa and Coco had patched up their friendship over the course of the last year, but there was no telling whether or not the structure would hold if tested.

“Out of respect for me and Miss Alyssa, I am going to drink,” Coco responded without hesitance. Adore poured her a shot, and Alyssa gave her hand a grateful squeeze as she tossed it back. “Ain’t no use bringing up what’s past.”

Coco spun the bottle next, and it chose Trixie as its victim. “Truth or dare?” Coco asked.

“I think I’ll pick dare?” Trixie responded with hesitance. Katya didn’t know much about Coco Montrese, but for Trixie’s sake she hoped Coco was one of the nice ones.

Said cheerleader gave Trixie a small and genuine smile, “Okay, mama, I dare you to let Miss Pearl over here do your makeup. Something has got to be done because you aren’t doing a pretty girl like yourself any favors.” The reactions to Coco’s dare for Trixie were mixed. Some of the she-demons tried and failed to hide their amused laughs, Pearl’s eyes opened fully, Violet’s grip on her chair tightened, and Trixie seemed to be not entirely opposed to the idea.

“Pearlie girl,” Trixie began, standing up and crossing to her best friend on the opposite side of the circle, “Treat my face like a princess and then fuck it like a slut.” The life-sized Barbie batted her eyelashes animatedly, earning her a laugh from pearl and a glare from Violet. The ice queen’s elevated irritability prompted Katya to reconsider her previous assessments—maybe it was an entire branch up her ass.

When Pearl and Trixie left, there was a void that seemed to swallow Violet whole. The physical space around her remained largely unchanged, but Katya could feel the emptiness that moved to fill the space Pearl left. And for the first time it occurred to her that Violet Chachki might be alone. I guess there might be some truth to the saying, she mused. After all, if you’re at the top, how can anyone else be? When you stripped away the glitter, the makeup, the clothes, you were left with a girl—albeit an arrogant, entitled, straight up cunt—plain and simple.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown, huh?” Bianca nudged Katya’s arm, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“What?” Katya asked. Had she missed something while she was contemplating the character of Violet Chachki?

Bianca chuckled, “You’ve been staring at Chachki since Trixie and Pearl left.” The blonde feigned innocence. “You know how I feel about that 48 Hours show, Zamo. Share with the class before your peanut brain short circuits.”

“What’s her problem?” Katya whispered. “I mean, aside from her general disdain for anything that has a pulse and moves.”

“With Trixie?” Bianca confirmed. Katya nodded. “Oh, this is old news. Her Royal Hardass doesn’t share, but Sleeping Beauty’s got a soft spot for one Trixie Mattel.”

The dots aligned in Katya’s head once again. “Violet’s the pumpkin carriage!” She whisper-shouted.

“Bitch, that was not English,” Bianca snarked, “You been hanging around with Jose Cuervo?”

Katya rolled her eyes at her friend’s question, “I have ninety-nine problems, and substance abuse won’t be one of them if I have anything to say about it.” She turned back to the circle just in time to see the neck of the bottle stop on Bianca, who didn’t even flinch. Katya was secretly proud; her friend had bigger balls than most of the ‘macho men’ at the party—this was going to be interesting. Since Trixie had gone upstairs to get her face redone, Detox decided that she would be the brave volunteer to issue the next truth or dare.

“Bianca, truth or dare?” Detox asked smugly. Katya couldn’t guess which one would be worse. Unsurprisingly, Bianca chose dare. “I dare you to ask Max for his number.” There was, again, a chorus of oohs, and it was Bianca’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Really, bitch?” Bianca asked. She stood up and righted her denim shorts before striding over to the meatheads playing beer pong with a clear purpose and her head held high.

Because Bianca could run with the boys, no one batted an eye—unless she wanted them to. She hoisted herself up onto the pool table in front of Max and held out an upturned palm. They were too far away to make out their conversation, and Katya was a terrible lip reader at best, but she could picture how the exchange would go down:

“Gimme ya’ numbah, beefstick,” She imitated Bianca in her head. The 1920s gangster voice was a bold choice, but she wasn’t going to mock it just yet.

“D’uhh…okay,” Fake Max droned.

The blonde chuckled to herself as the real Max stuck a fist in the pockets of his jeans and fished around. Finally, he produced what looked like a wadded up gum wrapper and snagged a pen from his pal, presumably jotting down his number. Bianca hastily took the offering and sashayed back to the group of girls. She dropped the wrapper in Detox’s lap before taking her seat by Katya.

While the hens squawked over her success, Bianca leaned over to Katya and whispered, “Never let a bitch see you sweat.” Katya had so many questions, but she wouldn’t be able to ask them until later. It was Bianca’s turn to spin the bottle, and Adore, unsurprisingly, chose truth when landed on.

“Adore, which girl on the squad is the skunkiest?” Bianca waggled her thick, black brows. Because she was the mascot and didn’t change in the locker room, she genuinely had no idea how rank the girls smelled after practice or a game. Sue her; she was curious. What Bianca also didn’t know was that the question had a definitive answer, and that answer would do damage far beyond her intent to poke a little harmless and innocent fun at one of the girls.

Even completely sloshed, Adore recognized the gravity of the question. “Fuck! If I drink any more, I’m gonna be sick,” Adore groaned. Her teammates looked at her with pity in their eyes.

“Yeah but it’s not like anyone’s ever died from drinking too much!” Laganja came to her rescue, topping off her cup, “What’s one more?” Adore could only offer her a weak smile.

“Uh, I think I’m just gonna spin the thing now…For everyone’s sake,” Adore informed the group. The bottle landed on Gia, and she picked dare.

The turns only seemed to bleed together as time went on. After Gia drank from the toilet, Roxy refused to reveal her weight. Laganja told her dad she was eloping in Vegas, and when she spun the bottle it landed on Violet. Because ladies don’t kiss and tell, the brunette tossed one back instead of revealing the number of sexual partners she’s had. Alyssa confessed that she was afraid she would never achieve her dream of owning her own dance studio. Courtney shared that she’d never been in love, and Willam exposed her entire browser history, telling Katya a lot more than she wanted to know about the girl. For obvious reasons, Joslyn refused to eat a raw egg. Detox followed by removing Adore’s socks with her teeth. Katya played it safe and suggested that Bianca would be a bad date because she’s insulting people all the time before daring Gia to reveal any childhood nickname she had. Things didn’t start going downhill until the bottle landed on Violet a second time.

“Violet,” Gia cooed, “Truth or dare?”.

“Truth,” Violet answered with an unreadable expression.

Gia thought for a moment before asking the first truly problematic question of the night, “Who in this room do you like the least?”

Ruh-roh, Katya winced.

Violet didn’t waste a moment before answering, “Willam.” There was a collective gasp across the room. Willam, on her part, didn’t seem to be phased in the slightest. Then again, you could never really read Willam Belli.

Pearl and Trixie returned, arm in arm, before Violet could spin the bottle. Katya’s jaw—along with all the other girls’—dropped. Trixie looked gorgeous. Pearl reclaimed her seat next to Violet, much to the cheerleader’s delight, but brought Trixie with her. At the group’s insistence, Trixie was allowed to take the turn that she missed, and Detox was dared to call a random number in her phone and deliver the worst pickup line she could think of. Katya was glad for the change in the room’s atmosphere after Violet’s confession until Detox took her turn. After the call, Detox dared Violet to spend the next hour trapped in a bathroom with another girl from the circle chosen at random. Anyone who didn’t know Detox might think she was trying to create a seven minutes in heaven type deal, but even Katya could pick up on her intent to stir up trouble. She pitied the poor soul who ended up stuck in there.

Of course that poor soul ended up being her, and she wasn’t about to pussy out in front of the most popular girls in school. Peer pressure was a bitch. Judge, jury, and executioner had all decided it was her time, and she accepted that; she just wished her death march had a better soundtrack. Katya would be cooped up in one of the Honards’ bathrooms with a less than pleasant—soon to be considerably more less than pleasant—Violet Chachki. She was going to punch Detox in her stupid mouth.

Katya entered the bathroom the same way she’d rip off a band-aid: quickly and without much thought for the immediate consequences. Violet, who was perched on the bathroom counter, had been engrossed in her phone when the door swung open to reveal the one girl that she just couldn’t seem to get away from. Unsurprisingly, the cheerleader wasn’t thrilled.

“Really, bitch?” Violet griped, giving Katya a once over. It wasn’t like the situation was ideal for either of them.

Katya put her hands on her hips, “You know what you can suck? My whole dick.” She unenthusiastically plunked herself down against the wall opposite of the door. “We’ve got two options, Chachki, we can either suck it up and spend the next hour in here in silence, or we can French a little.” Violet was aghast at her words. If Katya were a proper woman, she might have been able to hold in the cackling fit prompted by the girl’s scandalized reaction. Violet wasn’t impressed with her wheezing, either. Katya finally calmed down and attempted to explain herself, “Sorry, I could have been more clear, but your reaction was priceless.” She wiped at her eyes. “Thanks. I needed that. Detox said she was “‘feeling generous,’” and if we so choose, we can suck face and then get the hell out of Dodge.” Violet sneered, and Katya wondered if it was with anger or disgust; she didn’t know which one was better.

“As fucking if,” Violet scoffed, clearly feeling as though Detox’s so-called coup de grâce was more of a personal attack.

“Well, I don’t see anyone lining up to get the kiss of the spider woman, either,” Katya observed. “I told you that you weren’t going to like it.” The cheerleader exhaled sharply, and she was surprised not to see steam come out of her flared nostrils.

Violet pursed her lips, “Just shut up and stay on your side of the room.” With that, Violet returned her attention to her phone, but Katya didn’t fail to notice that her expression didn’t soften. If Katya weren’t trapped in the room with her, she’d probably find Violet’s situation hilarious.

Katya had made the mistake of leaving her jacket—and consequentially, her phone—on the coat rack in the hall. Call her old fashioned, but it was a force of habit. Besides, she didn’t need her phone because Bianca was supposed to be there to pull her out of trouble if it arose. But are we really surprised to find ourselves here? Katya asked herself. No. Not at all. At least she found herself entertaining. Hoping to bring forth inspiration, she laid back on the floor, let her gaze unfocus, and tried to lose herself in the plain ceiling. Katya didn’t know how long she’d been drifting for when Violet’s voice shattered the silence.

“Fuck!” Violet cursed, and the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor made Katya’s whole body go rigid. She squeezed her eyes shut. I am not going to be equipped to handle this, Katya bristled. Maybe if I just keep my eyes closed, I can fall asleep. It seemed like a feasible plan until she heard the first sniffle. Of course I find out she has feelings when I’m stuck in a room with her, the blonde facepalmed inwardly. Why today, of all days, to be railed in the ass by life? Her left eye opened first, searching for any signs of danger before being followed by her right eye.

“I knew you didn’t like me Chachki, but I didn’t think you found me this repulsive,” Katya spoke. “Quite frankly, it’s offensive.”

“Fuck you,” Violet spat, but the usual venom in her voice was gone. Katya propped herself back up against the wall to get a better look at the girl on the counter. Her attention was unwanted, and Violet turned towards the door with a huff.

Clearly comedic relief wasn’t the answer. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Katya tried again. No response. The girl’s side profile was growing red and blotchy, and Katya had sent her mom enough photos of her crying to know that Violet was trying and failing to stifle an emotional response. Go figure. “I won’t tell anyone if you cry, you know?” She said softly. “Bottling it up is just gonna make you feel shittier than you do now.”

“Do you think I’m a goddamn idiot?” Violet barked. She wiped furiously at her eyes before whirling around in an attempt to intimidate the blonde. “Better make your fifteen minutes last.”

Katya was genuinely taken aback. Does this bitch really think I’m in on this? She shook her head incredulously. Her airhead friends would literally eat me alive, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t given her any reason to think that I’m faker than Malibu Barbie. If I were made of plastic, why in the hell would I keep my hands this small? “Are we really back on this bullshit, Violet?” Katya snapped. “I’m sorry you think that the universe revolves around you. I hate to burst your bubble, but I have better things to do than conspire against you with your teammates over scones. Get over yourself, Princess.” In her head, Katya blew the smoke from the pistols in her hands. Call me perestroika, Mother, for I am reforming problematic practices, she hooted.

“Whatever,” Violet grumbled. Katya, on the other hand, wasn’t willing to let this go; some conversation was better than nothing.

“How’s the back?” The blonde inquired and was pleasantly surprised when Violet outright snorted at the shift in conversation. Katya took her in as she threw her head back in laughter. There was something about this Violet—the unguarded and natural Violet—that captivated her. Violet’s eyes crinkled, and she clasped a hand over her mouth in a flimsy attempt to stifle the noises she was making. It was frustratingly endearing.

Violet cleared her throat before answering, “Fucked. I’m considering outlawing acrylics on the squad. That shit’s not even practical for a cheerleader, and it’s hurting like a bitch to corset.”

“You’re wearing a corset?” Katya gasped. For the first time that night, she took all of Violet in. She wore a nude illusion dress with a loose black lattice pattern. It covered just a little more than her ass and was cinched at the waist with a rocker belt, squeezing her in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. How in the world do you hide a corset under that? Katya wondered. In addition to the dress, she donned thigh high, slick black boots and a thick, black leather choker that looked more like a collar. Hot damn, Katya could n e v e r, and she knew it. She finally composed herself, “First of all, you’re literally a cheerleader with a body to die for. Second of all, why wear something that hurts you?”

The cheerleader didn’t even seem phased by the inquiries, almost like she’d dealt with them hundreds of times before, “Pain is beauty, and I’m the prettiest.” Katya couldn’t argue there. Violet was beautiful, but she still thought her ideology was questionable.

“So what actually happened at the pep rally? We all saw you fall, but I’ll believe it was your fault when the garden is full of ducks holding pastry in their hands. You’re too much of a hardass.”

Violet raised her eyebrows, as if daring Katya to say it again, “I will let that slide only because it’s technically a compliment. And you’d be correct; I am a professional, unlike others. You’d do well to take note: one of my biggest pet peeves is when people don’t take the things I love as seriously as I do. I accept nothing less than perfection.”

“That must be lonely,” Katya couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her mouth. “You know, having such high standards? Does anyone ever make the cut?” Opening her mouth was clearly a mistake because Violet seemed to shut down all at once.

“What do you know about how I feel?” Violet fired back, crossing her arms over her chest.

Keep digging yourself deeper, why don’t ya? Katya shook her head. She needed to tread carefully. It was a miracle that she had even been having a civil conversation with Violet in the first place, and she didn’t want to ruin the progress they had made. “I know that you work harder than anyone else on that squad, and nobody gives you credit or appreciates you for it,” Katya began. “I know that people are fast to discredit your talent because of how young you are. I know that you’re waiting for the day those bitches stop hoping that you’ll screw up or get hurt, the day you can finally stop looking over your shoulder, the day that you no longer have to prove yourself. I know that you’re tired of fighting tooth and nail for the respect that you’ll probably never earn, and I know it’s fucking hard for you to pretend that your peers aren’t harboring resentment towards you. I know that at night you try to wash it all away because you’re still holding out hope that it will all be worth it in the end. Cheer and theatre aren’t that different. It was obvious in the gym, and it’s obvious now.” Katya took a deep breath. Maybe she’d been thinking a little more about Violet that afternoon than she’d like to admit. She hadn’t meant to go off on a tangent like that, but she certainly didn’t regret what she said. Based on Violet’s reaction, however, maybe she should have. The brunette’s hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. Katya tried to backtrack, “Violet I—”

Katya was cut off by the bathroom door swinging open. Pearl, who stood oblivious on the other side, immediately noticed the state of her friend. “Vi?” Pearl approached her hesitantly. Violet’s gaze didn’t move from the floor. “Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me.” She moved to lift Violet’s chin up, but Violet recoiled from her touch.

“Don’t touch me!” Violet shouted, her voice almost frantic. Katya’s eyes darted from one girl to the other. Pearl, who was visibly shocked by her reaction, looked hurt, which was very uncharacteristic for the mellow girl. Katya, herself, had never seen anything but characteristic nonchalance reflected on Pearl’s face, and the change made her uneasy.

Pearl took a reluctant step forward and spoke in a whisper, “Violet, did something happen? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Is that the truth, Pearl?” The brunette questioned. “Because clearly I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

Pearl shook her head in frustration. “Cut the crap, Vi,” She demanded, “You’re literally my best friend, and—”

“Bullshit!” Violet interrupted. “I call motherfucking bullshit!” Both girls were standing now with less than a foot between them, the situation escalating by the second, and Katya was stuck in the middle of it. She tried to push her back further into the solid wall behind her, but there was nowhere for her to go. Fuck me! Katya grimaced. Why is Toxic so damn appropriate right now?

“What the hell, Violet?” Pearl shouted back. “God, you’re fucking impossible.”

“Fuck you, Pearl!” Violet pushed Pearl, and the blonde hit the wall with a dull thud. “Fuck you! You and I are done! You hear me? Done! Save your goddamn lies for that pathetic dress up doll. I never want to see you again.” With a huff, Violet stormed out of the bathroom, leaving an uncomfortable Katya and a drained Pearl alone. What the fuck just happened? Katya tried and failed to process the encounter.

She was caught off guard when Pearl finally acknowledged her presence. “Forecast predicts drinking to forget,” Pearl deadpanned, nodding her head towards the door Violet had just stormed through. “Want in?” Katya shook her head furiously. Getting piss drunk with those two would be like making smalltalk with a Molotov cocktail. She’d pass. She’d pass hard. Pearl seemed to understand. “It’s flazéda or whatever,” The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. “Just do me a solid and remind me to fuck with Willam’s weed on Monday.”

Katya didn’t know what “‘flazéda’” meant, or the why and how of Pearl tampering with Willam’s weed, but the questions weren’t enough to persuade her to stick around the party longer. When Pearl left, Katya made a run for the Honards’ front door. She grabbed her jacket before taking off down the street. The blonde didn’t stop until she could no longer hear the music pulsing from the house. Her phone buzzed in her pocket with a text from ‘Bianca del Realest’:

Bitch, where are you?

What the fuck happened in there?

Earth to Yekaterina?

Katya sighed and pocketed the phone again. She’d call her when she got home. That would buy her some more time to put the experience into words…and to decide just how much information she should share.

The drive home from the Honards’ was quiet—too quiet. Music normally made being in the car enjoyable, but there was something about the night that didn’t allow Björk to keep her out of her own head. It didn’t feel real, and that terrified the shit out of her. Life was monotonous, life was mundane, life was one of those stupid time loop movies where you had to learn from your mistakes over time and find out what was important in the stupid haystack of chaos. Violet Chachki and her ex best friend potentially ex best friend were not supposed to have the Chernobyl of all relationship meltdowns in Alaska Honard’s guest bathroom right in front of her. Katya didn’t know who opened this tragic can of worms, but when she found them, she was going to slap a bitch silly.

#rpdr fanfiction #katya zamolodchikova #violet chachki #alaska thunderfuck #bianca del rio #trixie mattel #roxxxy andrews #detox icunt #high school au #lesbian au #slow burn #fluff #angst #enemies to friends #enemies to lovers #girls interrupted #maeve #tw anxiety and depression #tw drinking

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all we do is drive -- preview

hi all! so here is the first chapter (plus the beginning of the second) of my current WIP. the basic premise is that thomas is scared of newt moving back to england after graduation, so he takes him on an impulsive weekend road trip in California. i have the outline of the rest of the fic set up but i am VERY open to any feedback, opinions, reactions, or suggestions! thanks for reading!

all we do is drive.

What was it about the open road that was so appealing to Thomas? He was never quite sure, but it called to him. It whispered his name in the passing breeze, tugged eagerly at his hand, talked dirty in his ear at night while the cars crunched their wheels on the gravel. Whenever he was stuck, or unsure, or just plain bored, he took to the road. The second he had that itch, he was behind the wheel before he knew it.

Of course, he was almost never alone on these impulsive getaways. There was always at least one other person there with him, and that honor typically went to his former roommate Newt, accompanied by a playlist recently made and a camera dangling from the strap around his neck. The other usual suspects include Brenda getting high in the backseat, Teresa pretending that she doesn’t want to get high in the backseat, Minho shoving some sort of food into his mouth, Alby playing backseat driver to Thomas, or Harriet silently resting her chin against the open window. Any combination of these things was a given but three things were absolutely certain;

Thomas was the driver.

They did not have a destination.

Newt gets shotgun.

When these things became established patterns, Thomas wasn’t sure. He vaguely remembers Newt calling shotgun sometime freshmen year on their first group outing, and it was never questioned since. The few times Newt isn’t on one of their trips, Thomas’ friends just leave shotgun empty and take their positions in the backseat, as if it would be sacrilegious to take his spot. They always seem to have more fun teasing Thomas from the back, anyway. He doesn’t mind.

Speaking of, Thomas suddenly feels a sharp kick through the seat.

“I want Wendy’s,” Brenda whines. “I’m fucking starving.”

Thomas eyes the receipt lying in his cup holder from, oh, ten minutes ago.

“Really?” Thomas asks, shooting Brenda a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “You’re starving?”

“Yes,” Brenda says at the same time Teresa says “No.”

“Oh, come on,” Brenda grunts, nudging Teresa with her shoulder. “Side with your girlfriend, please.”

“Brenda, as your girlfriend, I’m telling you that if you eat any more fast food you’re going to vomit,” Teresa calmly explains, a hint of softness in her voice. “You just have the munchies.”

“Do not,” Brenda retorts.

“Oh?” Newt pipes in, slowly reaching towards the steering wheel. He rests his hand on it without moving it, and Thomas doesn’t object. “So if I rock this wheel back and forth right now, you’re not gonna feel sick?”

“...no,” Brenda answers unconvincingly.

“You sure?” Newt continues. “Because I’m tempted. I’m really tempted.”

“Be my guest,” Thomas invites, taking his right hand off the wheel. “There’s no one around. We can totally do it.”

“Do NOT swerve the car,” Alby chimes in. “I may not be high but I’m not crashing into a tree just to make Brenda vomit.”

“Pfft, whatever,” Brenda mumbles. “Can’t prove nothin’.”

Thomas laughs and places his hand down on the steering wheel a second before Newt pulls his away. Their hands brush for just a second and somehow, amazingly, it sends a small zip through Thomas’ fingers. Four years and every accidental touch feels like a small lightning strike. You’d think he would have adjusted by now.

***

Brenda flips Thomas the finger as she shuts the back door and walks with Teresa to her apartment. Thomas feels a slight sense of relief followed by an immediate pang of guilt at the now empty backseat. As much as he loved his friends, having to handle them and drive at the same time was a bit exhausting sometimes.

Newt, somehow reading Thomas’ mind as always, chimes in from the right. “Four years and they haven’t lost their energy yet,” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” Thomas manages, the words four years replaying in his mind. Somehow it feels like it went by in a flash and also the longest period of his life all rolled into one. How the hell was he supposed to graduate when he couldn’t even get his bearings on the concept of time?

“Hey, speak of the devil,” Newt continues, looking down at his phone. Thomas intrinsically looks down at the screen and sees a text from Gally. He ignores the sinking feeling it gives his stomach.

“Jesus, him?” Thomas groans before he can stop himself. “How long has it been?”

“Two years, I think?” Newt mumbles, reading the message with furrowed brows. “I don’t know what it is with the guys on this campus being so clingy.”

“You hooked up with him, what? One time?”

“Uh, twice? Maybe? Can’t say I remember.”

“So what the hell does he want?”

“What do you think, Tommy?” Newt laughs. It’s not meant in a mocking way, but it makes Thomas feel very small. “It’s the last time he’ll get a night with me before we graduate. Guess it’s a now or never sort of thing, right.”

Thomas gives a half-chuckle and looks away. “I guess so.”

“Maybe I’ll give him one more night,” Newt murmurs. “Who knows.”

Thomas stays silent and backs out of the parking lot as an excuse. He doesn’t know why he indulged Newt. He doesn’t like talking about Newt’s many, many, experiences with guys in their four years at college. Newt talks about them so easily, so effortlessly, as if him leaving these guys on read and ghosting them after one or two hookups was something that came naturally to him.

(Thomas definitely doesn’t like thinking about his own experiences with men at college. And he certainly couldn’t talk about them as casually as Newt does, if he ever could at all.)

He wonders how, or why, Newt has decided not to commit to any of them. Curiosity sizzles in his gut, burning like stomach acid.

“Why didn’t you ever, like...I don’t know...actually give one of them a shot?” He asks. “You know. Like, date one of them.”

He cheats a glance over at Newt and sees his features fall, ever so slightly, before quickly being placed back in position.

Newt shrugs. “What’s the point? I would just be putting a time bomb on it anyway. No use getting attached to someone just to hurt them.”

Thomas holds back a sigh. “You’re really set on staying in England, huh?”

A ghost of a laugh escapes Newt’s mouth, more a breath than anything. “I came to California cause I got a scholarship. That’s it.” There’s a moment of silence before he adds “This isn’t my home. No use making them think that it is.”

A mix of emotions stir in Thomas at that statement. These are all things he already knew, but for a moment, he feels a profound, inexplicable sadness. It consumes him, darkening his vision and gripping his throat, but only for a moment. Quickly, he brings his attention back to the road.

“Besides,” Newt pipes up, his tone happier. “If I had a boyfriend I wouldn’t have all this free time to drive around with you, right?”

“Right,” Thomas answers, offering Newt half a smile. He hides the thought of Well, if I was your boyfriend, you wouldn’t have that problem.

So here’s Thomas’ problem. He knows.

Thomas knows it so deeply in his bones he does not remember a time where he did not know. Even his memories from before are tainted with thoughts of what that experience would have been like if he had known then. What he would have avoided doing if he had known who was coming into his life. He has hidden it every day and known every day and he has never known anything else.

He remembers the first day moving into his dorm, of opening the door and immediately seeing a skinny blonde boy hanging a rainbow flag on the wall next to his bed.

“Oh, hi,” the boy said once he finally turned around. “I’m your roommate, Sam? From the email?”

Thomas was immediately floored by his British accent but was too overwhelmed by, well, everything to process that.

“Hi Sam,” Thomas greeted, his eyes glued to the rainbow flag. “I’m Thomas.”

“Thomas. Nice name. How about you call me Newt, and I’ll call you Tommy, yeah?”

Thomas couldn’t help but laugh. “Newt?”

“Yeah. That’s my name. I only said Sam so you would know some weirdo hadn’t broken into your room. But I go by Newt.”

“Cool, man. You do you.”

Newt followed Thomas’ gaze to the rainbow flag on the wall. “Like that? My sister Sonya just got it for me as a moving-in gift.”

“It’s nice,” Thomas answered, not sure what else to say. He knew what it meant; he had spent enough time staring at the pink, purple, and blue flag and feeling the rightness of it seep into his bones that he knew the power of those colors. He just didn’t have one of his own to hang, nor would he likely ever.

“Don’t worry, Tommy, I’m not gonna flirt with you or anything,” Newt assured him. “Unless you want me to.” He ended it with a wink, and then another laugh. “I’m kidding.”

Thomas laughed but was overcome by an itching in his fingers, and suddenly felt the familiar, comforting heaviness of his keys in his left pocket.

“Hey…” He started, putting down his suitcase. “Do you wanna go for a drive?”

Surprisingly, Newt would go with him on that drive, even though they hadn’t finished unpacking yet and most of Thomas’ stuff was still in his car. In fact, Newt had barely questioned it at all, just started following Thomas as if it was the most natural thing he’d ever done. Soon the two were spending more time in the car then they did in their dorm, doing everything from late-night fast food runs to playing video games projected onto blank walls. Thomas barely remembers the time before Newt molded his body to the shotgun of his car.

Thomas knows. It’s all he knows, it’s all he’s ever known, and when they graduate in a few weeks and Newt moves back to England, he will not know anything at all.

***

Thomas can’t sleep that night. The open road is talking to him again, whispering him sweet nothings and teasing him mercilessly. He can feel the aura of his car in the parking lot, haunting him from a distance. His hands are magnetized to his car keys, and he’s using all the strength he has to pull them away. He shakes like a leaf in his bed, suppressing a scream with a pillow.

He wishes he knew a better solution to his problems than running. Ever since he was a kid, the second something was wrong, he took off running. It scared the shit out of his parents. Honestly, he’s surprised he never got kidnapped. But old habits are hard to break, and his instinct to drive away is only growing louder the longer he lays in bed.

He sits there in the silence, thinking about all the feelings that he’s hidden (and run away from, literally or figuratively) for the last four years. He remembers when Newt first hooked up with Gally back in sophomore year, which he found out when Newt came stumbling back into the room at 4 A.M. with noticeably disheveled hair.

“You’re not gonna like who it was,” Newt chuckled as he kicked off his shoes.

“Don’t tell it me was that Gally prick.”

Newt snorted. “Yeah.”

“Oh, gross, dude. That guy’s a total asshole.”

“You don’t want to KNOW about his ass, Tommy,” Newt slurred as he collapsed face-first onto his bed.

“You’re right,” Thomas agreed, shoving his headphones back in his ears. “I really don’t.”

The next day, he told Newt he wanted to live in a single the next year, and pretended not to see the knowing and hurt look in Newt’s eyes when he did.

(He also pretended not to see the look in Gally’s eyes a few months later, filled with a different kind of knowing that spread a sick burning of shame through Thomas’ blood.)

He thinks about when Brenda and Teresa first started dating, how their eyes were wide and electric, the way their hands slid into each other like silk, how the simple act of them being together caused goosebumps to rise on the back of Thomas’ neck. He’s happy for them, extremely happy, but he’s also poisoningly jealous.

“You don’t know yet?” The boy said, looking down for just a moment.

“N-no,” Thomas lied. “Not really.”

“Huh. Alright then,” the boy exhaled, moving on.

Thomas thinks about everything. He thinks about finals, and parties, and drinking, and smoking, and girls, and England, and cars, and boys, and Sonya, and papers, and keys, and Minho, and June, and fast food, and laughing, and Teresa, and knowing, and wanting, and Newt, and driving, and running, and Newt, and Newt, and Newt.

A strange paradox builds in Thomas, two opposing ropes tearing at his lungs. Part of him feels what he can only describe as “pre-missing,” longing for things that hadn’t even left yet. He is still in his bed, in his dorm, in his college, and yet he feels like he is not there at all. He feels very far away, and he suddenly misses his friends and his classes terribly. He’s almost heartbroken over the thought of it.

The other part of him, the insane, stubborn, and immature part of him, wants to get as absolutely far away from this college as possible. Within a few weeks, he would be gone from this place forever. And the longer he lays in bed, feeling both here and not here, the harder it will be to leave.

So why not leave now? He finds himself thinking. The less time I spend on campus, the easier it will be when I actually go. Maybe I should just sleep in my car.

(But then he goes back to Newt, because that boy has a rope tied around Thomas’ neck that he lazily tugs on whenever Thomas hasn’t thought about him for more than 10 seconds.)

I can’t leave campus. I’ve only got a couple more weeks before he leaves. At least all my other friends will still be in California. I can’t fly to England. And I know he isn’t coming back here.

Thomas suddenly finds himself with his keys in his hand. He doesn’t remember getting out of bed, and he certainly doesn’t remember how he got outside Newt’s apartment complex.

“Guess it’s a now or never sort of thing, right?” Thomas hears Newt’s voice ring in his ears, vibrating against his skull like church bells.

Sorry, Gally, Thomas thinks, a sick sort of smile spreading on his face.

He locks his car and marches up to the familiar brown door of Newt’s apartment. He knocks on it so loudly that he startles himself by his aggressiveness. Newt will probably think he’s the campus police. Thomas is almost embarrassed but feels too much of a confidence and familiar stubbornness trembling in his fingers that he can’t be bothered with that right now.

A couple rounds of knocks later, Newt finally opens the door, his hair matted on one side and fluffed up on the other. Thomas is grateful that Newt answered instead of one of his roommates, who he’s convinced hate him. He decides to speak before Newt can start asking questions.

“Road trip.”

Newt blinks. “What?”

“Road trip. Right now. Let’s go.”

“Wait wait wait, hold on a minute,” Newt starts, dragging his hand across his eyes. “Slow down. What time is it?”

“Um,” Thomas stutters, unsure. He clicks his phone and sees the bright white numbers 4:37 stare back at him. “Like 4:30 ish.”

“Four thir-...are you trying to fall asleep at the wheel?”

Thomas deflates slightly, realizing the romanticized version of this in his head where he and Newt drive off into the sunrise never to return was probably not going to happen.

“I’m-I’m awake,” Thomas insists. “I can drive.”

“Have you slept at all?” Newt crosses his arms and leans against the door in what Thomas suspects is mock irritation.

“Yes. Maybe. Well, no, but who cares! Let’s just...drive somewhere. Fuck it.”

Newt’s features soften as he sighs, lowering slightly. “Look, Tommy, you know that normally I would love to meet you and the gang for a fun trip to the town or something. But I’m bloody exhausted and I’m not about to have you pass out at the wheel.”

“Okay,” Thomas compromises, wheels turning. (Pun intended.) “Then we’ll leave later. I’ll get some sleep and come back.”

“Well, I’ve got a final due on Monday. That mean anything to ya?”

“I’ve got finals due, too. That’s never stopped us before.”

There’s a moment of silence as Newt stares at Thomas, eyes lasering in on him with emotions that Thomas can never read. If he could have one wish, it would be to have the ability to know what Newt is feeling, and not just on a surface level, or the vague answers Newt gives. But he’s convinced no one could do that.

Newt gives another sigh. “Okay. How long will we be gone?”

Forever? That work for you? “Two days?”

Newt blinks back. “One day.”

Thomas doesn’t even flinch, long used to compromising with Newt when dealing with his impulsive ideas. “Done.”

“You tell the others yet, or am I the first door you’ve knocked on?”

The others. Oh. Newt thought this was a group trip.

Thomas briefly considers lying, claiming that all of the others couldn’t make it. Normally he couldn’t lie to Newt, but he’s got too much pride in him, too much sick and stubborn pride, to admit the true reason. So he tries a neutral approach.

“You remember how we took that drive together the first day of school? How we kind of just drove around, not knowing where anything was?”

Newt gives a soft, yet confused, smile in return. “Yeah. What about that?”

Thomas clenches his fists so he stops shaking. “Well, it’s kind of like that. First I was scared about school starting, and now I’m scared about it ending. So I wanna drive. You know how I get.”

It’s a nothing answer, and Thomas knows that. But all he cares about is that he said the right words to get Newt to give in, which he does like clockwork.

“Alright. Fine. Let’s go on a road trip. That’s all we do, anyway.”

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

Thomas feels as giddy as a child going to Disney as he lovingly tosses his backpack into the backseat. His (unknown) destination was not nearly as exciting, but that wasn’t what mattered. He cared about the company quite a bit more.

“Coffee,” is all Newt says as he drags his hand down his face. Thomas looks over at his obviously tired eyes and feels a quick pang of guilt hit his chest.

He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be, Thomas tells himself. It works for now.

“Typical spot?” Thomas asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Sure, if we’re going that way,” Newt offers.

“We are now,” Thomas remarks before setting out of the parking lot.

It is now 8:30 AM. Thomas knows that Newt only got in the car because he thinks Thomas got enough sleep to drive. Thomas knows he can drive; he’s certainly awake enough to do that. But sleeping...that wasn’t something he was able to do so well.

Part of it was because he still felt that itch to leave immediately. And it’s oh, so hard for Thomas not to impulsively act on all of his urges. But, for Newt, he shoved his car keys into his desk drawer where he couldn’t see them and attempted to get some semblance of sleep. Normally he wasn’t a fan of waking up early in the morning but again, for Newt, he was willing.

Thomas pulls into the parking spot next to the closest gas station to campus. It’s one of those fancy ones that’s connected to a coffee shop.

“I’m gonna get myself a cup,” Newt says, one hand on the door handle. “You get us some snacks, yeah?”

“Easy,” Thomas dismisses as he exits the car. “My specialty.”

“Something with a hint of nutritional value would be nice.”

“It would be, wouldn’t it?” Thomas smirks as he closes the door.

Five minutes pass before Thomas plops his bundle of goodies onto the counter, relieved of the weight off his arms. The cashier looks down at his haul with a hint of a smirk on her face.

“Another trip, huh?” She remarks as she rings up the first bag of Hot Cheetos.

“Probably the last,” Thomas simultaneously says and realizes. This must be the last gas station snack stop he’ll ever make, at least under these circumstances. He’s immediately filled with a whirlwind of other potential lasts; last time taking a test, last time going to their favorite bar, last time seeing the $2 movie on Tuesdays. He starts longing for the things he hasn’t lost yet, then remembers that he’s in a social situation and needs to not have a breakdown in front of his favorite cashier.

“Can I also get a pack of Marlboro’s?” he asks. “Almost forgot.”

“Almost reminded you,” the cashier quips back. She grabs them from somewhere where Thomas knows she had them ready as soon as he came in. “He’s gonna need them with all those finals coming up, I bet.”

“Hell, maybe I’ll even steal one,” Thomas jokes. The cashier laughs with him, but both of them know it’s not true.

The cashier finishes bagging all of Thomas’ items and hands him the receipt. He’s sure he’ll stop by here once more for gas or a quick drink before graduation, but something about this trip feels so final, so definitive. He’s not sure if that’s reality or if he’s just dramatizing everything again. He still decides to make his goodbye seem a little more personal.

“Thanks a lot, Mary,” he settles on, knowing she isn’t wearing her nametag today or any day.

“Any time,” she responds with a kind smile.

Thomas walks outside to see Newt leaning against the wall, sipping his coffee out of his favorite, sticker-covered thermos. He turns to Thomas and eyes the bulky plastic bag in his hand.

“I’m afraid of what you’ve picked out,” he jokes. “It might kill me.”

“The only thing that’s killing you are these,” Thomas replies, tossing him the Marlboro’s.

“Oh, thanks, mate,” Newt smiles as if surprised. Somehow he is every time. “I’ll square with you where we stop next.”

It’s so routine, so intrinsic, that it hurts. Is this the last pack of Marlboro’s he’ll toss Newt? And why should that even matter?

“Alright,” Thomas says, getting back into the car. “Let’s drive.”

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Happily Ever After

OK As a little backstory, this is based on the premise of reader being a princess of a fairly profitable kingdom with a wicked woman of a mother who throws a betrothal ball in an attempt to get her daughter to start narrowing down on who she wants to marry.

It follows the reader along with some of her closest friends and Prince Izuku Midoriya, with both of them trying desperately to meet and introduce themselves to one another all evening, however they keep running into things or people that distract them.

this is 7.5K of absolute cliche ‘love at first site’ BULLSHIT so if u don’t like cheesy shit I suggest not reading, but if you like that sorta stuff then I hope u enjoy! feedback/reblogs are greatly appreciated as always uwu

This was something he could never see himself getting used to.

Knowing this, he would always hear countless attempts from his mother to change his mind on the topic of these embarrassingly ridiculous “betrothal balls”. ‘Each one will be different’, ‘You never know what will happen!’ and so on. She was technically right, sure, but that didn’t make things any less complicated. He knew he was getting ‘old’ per se, or at least old enough that at this point he should have had a princess in waiting to marry. While his mother was quite successful as royalty being well supported and loved by her people and with plentiful lands that made for easy farming, he himself was a bit of an..odd one out.

Unlike most royal parents, his had always been very lax with his training to one day become king. Even if his mother had been strict, though, he doubted any difference would be made. He was awkward, uncoordinated, and ironically horrible with women. He had his wealth and status behind him, but that wasn’t nearly enough to impress the many princesses he had met over the years. Needless to say, his obvious lack of appeal had put his self esteem at an all time low. His mother had probably noticed him ‘casually’ slipping the idea of him simply being a single ruler like she basically was, but she would always try her best to keep his spirits high, hence her always somehow getting invitations to these balls. For her sake he tried to put on his best face and act a tad bit excited whenever she mentioned one was coming up, but this time around, he actually was intrigued, to say the least.

See, there were five total kingdoms that made up the local lands, however there were two that, for the most part, had been fairly separated from the rest of them despite the close proximity. The first was run by the not-so-gracious leader who had come to be known as ‘Endeavor’, who was terrifying in theory, but after getting to know his son through some frowned upon meetings Midoriya soon realized he was nothing but a monstrous coward. In fact, in comparison to the other great leader, he wasn’t the one who he feared.

The other was a proud woman known only by the royal name of [Surname] who ruled with the opposite of a benevolent fist. She was fierce and downright wicked with some of her rulings, hence why the other kingdoms tried to have as little contact with her as possible despite the fact that if she were to join forces with even just one of the other kingdoms their riches could double or even triple with their resources combined. She was stubborn indeed and not much was known about the royal [Surname]’s family aside from the fact that she had but one child, so for an invitation to a ball of this sort to come out of the blue it was very surprising. Hell, he nor anyone outside of their kingdom even knew the queen’s child was a lady, yet here she was throwing an extravagant party to practically sell her daughter off. Midoriya’s confusion wasn’t exactly enough to make him ‘excited’ for this, but he was interested. He was a bit of a geek after all and collecting information of all kinds, though mainly centered around the region’s greatest knights, was one of his few hobbies and the more he sat on it, the more inquisitive he became.

Was the queen’s daughter as black-hearted as her? Or maybe she was someone more frail and scared from growing up with what he could only imagine was horrible parenting. Plus, what about their defenses? Now that he thought about it he had heard a few rumors about the queen’s grand army filled with righteous knights, but had never seen concrete evidence. His curiosity was enough to push him through the hours of etiquette reminders and wardrobe tweaks leading up to the ‘big day’, most of which was done by his mother adjusting this bit or that of the uncomfortable dress clothes he wore as they were on their way to the fabled castle. However he had to admit, from the long winding road leading up to the gates to the entrance of the grand hall, the queen at least had put quite a bit of effort into the appearance of the castle alone for this event . With gleaming decorations and dresses sparkling in an array of colors he almost felt dizzy just walking into the brightly lit room lined with delicate tapestries and filled almost to the brim with lords and ladies of all backgrounds. For a family so closed off, the queen had invited an awful lot of people just for the sake of hopefully finding a mate for her daughter, though maybe that was to add to the appeal of her.

With her mother being a beauty herself, surely her daughter wouldn’t have fallen that far behind, but amongst princes and princesses, looks weren’t enough to attract an equally successful partner. Since he didn’t have much else to go off of and had come to the conclusion that the princess’s personality was most likely equally as...undesirable as her mother’s, he assumed the surplus of people were to make it appear like she was some magnificent prize to be won and make the air of competition more prominent. Of course, he could be completely wrong given the multiple factors he didn’t know for sure, even her name was unknown to him as of now, but-

“Lady and Master Midoriya.”

He jumped, realizing he had been muttering to himself while his mother greeted a few colleagues she recognized before they were both interrupted by the booming voice of a man that easily towered over both of them even as he bowed.

“Forgive me for startling you! The Queen didn’t exactly hire a greeter so I took the job upon myself, I hope everyone feels as welcome as possible, it isn’t often we have visitors!”

“Oh!! Well, thank you, you are one of the Queen’s men then?” Inko’s more quiet voice replied as she gave a polite bow of her own, giving poor Izuku a motherly look to get him to follow suit.

“Of sorts, yes. I am one of the leads of her majesty’s army, though I could almost see the Princess as family. Speaking of which..” He continued, turning his head left and right, “Forgive me, Princess [Name] surely would have greeted you herself but as you can guess she’s quite a busy lady, this is all for her after all.”

He laughed a bellowing laugh as Inko assured him she understood, though before Izuku could kindly suggest to his mother they be on their way, he continued on once more.

“Say, your kingdom is well known for its wildflowers is it not? There is a family here that’s always wanted to travel there, they actually put together all the floral arrangements for the ball! I’m sure they would love to hear from you!” He said, already guiding Inko along into the crowd.

“Mother, do-“

“The Princess should be making her rounds sometime soon Young Master Midoriya, you should enjoy yourself with some of the younger fellows!” The older gentlemen interjected, clearly not meaning any harm and probably literally not hearing his protests from ‘all the way up there’ considering the difference in height.

As childish as it may have seemed, however, Izuku couldn’t help but feel uneasy the moment his mother was out of sight. He didn’t even know where to begin with such a crowd, plus what was he supposed to do?! Ask around everywhere just to get the chance to introduce himself to a princess who probably had no idea who he was? He felt ridiculously small and the twirling of glamorous gowns as people danced almost made his head spin which made him decide that first and foremost he should get some water to calm his boiling nerves.

Luckily for him, finding the h’ordeuvres and drinks was much easier than finding a person as he simply had to follow the wall all the way towards the back where he found a small group of servers and maids alike handing out food and drinks. Nothing had ever looked as refreshing as the platter of water in pristine crystal chalices neatly arranged and held by one of the servants, however it only took moments for his beeline towards said server to be halted by something, or someone, who was somehow far more distracting.

Now as it may have been noted before, Izuku Midoriya has never been good with women. Of course there stands the fact that at that moment he was surrounded by literally hundreds of gorgeous women dressed up to the heavens, yet this one was a bit different. At first the meer sheen of your hair curled softly to perfection and the practically sparkling eyes he thought were looking right his way was more than enough to distract from the rest of your impeccably stunning appearance, but when his eyes landed on the fragile looking crown nestled securely onto your head it finally made sense how someone could be so beautiful. This was the princess he was here for, and you were more jaw-dropping than he could have ever imagined, and if your looks alone weren’t enough to shock him, the fact that you were marching his way and waving with a smile so wide and gleaming it made his insides flutter was more than enough. After a moment he rose a shaking hand and waved back as you got closer, sweat already beginning to accumulate on his brow as his nerves began to spike with every step you took towards him. That is, until you walked right past him, and his nerves nearly flatlined.

He slowly turned, already feeling dread settling like a stone thrown into a river at the pit of his stomach upon realizing he had just stupidly gotten his hopes up thinking someone like you was excitedly waving at him only for it to turn out you weren’t looking at him at all, a fact that was further written in stone as he heard you exclaim the name “Mina!” Before slowing to a stop to chat with who must have been a dear friend of yours considering she was dressed in an equally flattering manor. To make things worse, even though it may have been considered “good” that the Princess didn’t notice him, your friend ‘Mina’ most definitely did as she gave him a weird look before tuning back into the excited speech from the Princess.

He was stuck between wanting to defend himself to make his actions seem slightly less weird and wanting to crawl back into the carriage that had brought him here and never come back out, but in in act of either bravery or stupidity his body moved on his own as he took a few steps towards the pair before being stopped by a familiar voice that he knew for sure was aimed at him.

“Midoriya?”

Like that he spun around in an instant, and in the moment it took him to realize he was in the process of attempting to at least introduce himself to you and turn to face you once more, you were gone. With a sigh he turned back toward the voice that had called for him, being greeted by the same bored looking mismatched eyes he had grown accustomed to.

“Shoto- Er, Todoroki! You got an invitation too, huh?” He said, trying to play it cool and hide the deflation in his voice, but judging by how his friend’s eyes looked past him to try and see who he had just been trying to speak to, his disappointment must have been obvious.

“Yeah, though I doubt much will come of it. The Queen isn’t exactly a fan of my father, we were probably only invited to rub it in his face that I’m definitely not marrying [Name]. Though I can’t say I really mind.”

“Huh?” He questioned, his phrasing in reference to the you throwing him off and then bringing him back down to earth. With how gorgeous you were, he had almost forgotten that you were the daughter of one of the most infamously nasty rulers in the region.

“Oh,” He said with an almost disappointed smile, his mind already drifting back to the beautiful visage he had seen just moments before. “She’s that bad, hm? I only just saw her for the first time, but...her smile seemed so genuine.”

“Bad? No, she’s actually surprisingly good. She’s smart and strong willed, but she’s incredibly kind and good hearted. The people here practically can’t wait until she becomes the ruler, if she does. I guess I’m just more interested in her as a friend.”

All it took was that small yet clearly honest description to spark a light of interest in Midoriya’s eyes, one that was clearly not hidden all that well judging by the knowing look on Todoroki’s face.

“Yeah, that’s generally the reaction most men seem to have in response to her. She is something else, I’ll give her that.”

“She- Er, why hasn’t she been betrothed yet? She seems like the perfect partner candidate for- well, anyone.” Midoriya stuttered through his response, his face already feeling a bit warm due to the embarrassment of his sudden lovestruckness being that clearly written on his face.

“That I don’t know.” Todoroki hummed, “Oddly enough, from what I’ve gathered it seems her mother is actually letting her be pretty picky about who she marries. Maybe it’s some sort of half assed apology for years of bad treatment, or I guess she just trusts her to pick someone that will benefit her kingdom. It’s hard to say..”

He trailed off, his eyes gazing over the sea of people, only now it was his turn for his thoughts to be interrupted.

“MASTER TODOROKI!”

That strict sounding voice only made him let out a slight sigh of annoyance that caused Izuku to raise a brow as he searched for who could have been calling for him so formally.

“Is that-“

“Iida. His father has been trying to work out some stuff with my old man for ages, probably here to ask if we can ‘civilly discuss’ it. I’ll have to catch up with you later.” He said in a slightly rushed tone, and before Izuku could even fit in a ‘goodbye’, Todoroki had managed to blend himself in with the crowd despite his unique hair. After a moment, Izuku decided to do the same, not wanting to get in between whatever their families issues were.

His nerves had somewhat calmed down from his early mishap, but with Todoroki gone he was beginning to feel out of place once more. He tried his best to weave in and out of the crowd without bumping into anyone, but they were all so involved in their dancing or idle chatter that no one seemed to notice even if he did run into them. He kept an eye out for Todoroki, or even anyone else he knew that might be able to ease some of his social anxieties, though in the back of his mind he was hoping to see a shimmering crown atop a pretty head of flowing beautiful hair instead.

‘[Name]’ was the princess’ name, he knew that much now from his run in with Todoroki, and part of him wanted to utter the name under his breath just to see what it would feel like rolling off his tongue. It only took a few minutes for him to become absorbed in his thoughts of you, so absorbed that he almost didn’t notice you meer feet away from him. Almost. While before his adrenaline was willing to push him forward and do the work for him, now it seemed his cowardice had come back full force, but he couldn’t say he really minded. It gave him a chance to just...get a good look at you, though the longer he looked the more he felt himself falling into a daze. He felt like an idiot being so infatuated with a girl whose name he had only learned a short time ago, but he couldn’t help it. You were surrounded by a small group of ladies and princess’s alike now, but his eyes couldn’t leave you. Even though you weren’t loud, the way you spoke was vibrant and full of life and he could practically feel the happiness radiating off of you. He found himself wishing he could be in that conversation, just spilling words upon words that could make you smile or laugh. Though he felt he had spent enough time daydreaming, and despite his trembling legs he decided now was definitely his chance to introduce himself.

‘All you have to do is bow, right? Yeah, just bow and introduce yourself, pretend she’s just any other person you’ve introduced yourself to over the years!’

He gave himself a nod in an act of confidence as he slowly closed the gap between them, but he flinched when your eyes lifted and seemingly landed on his own. He felt his heart race in his chest as he glanced behind him to make sure he wasn’t making the same mistake twice, but this time it really seemed like your attention was on him and...was that a smile? Just slight, but god did it make his face feel hot and his hands get clammy and-

“Hey, [Name]!”

Whatever ‘moment’ the two of you had been having was broken by the shout of one of your friends which quickly drew your attention away from him as the other girl gestured to what looked to be a guard of sorts leaning up against one of far walls with a face that screamed the mass of people around him was giving him a headache.

“He’s one of yours, isn’t he?” The girl continued, earning an eye roll and a laugh from you, one that sounded like it could have come from an angel to Izuku.

“He isn’t mine, I don’t own him. But yes, he’s one of my most personal guards.”

“Personal, hm? The whole brooding soldier thing really works for him, he’s very handsome~.” She continued to fawn teasingly, earning more laughter from the group.

“Well, if you’re not going to ask him to dance with all this flattery you’re dishing out, then I guess I’ll have to!” You cheered, making your way away from the crowd and towards the guard, your friends following suit and leaving Izuku in the dust yet again.

He wished your friends would have talked about him in such a way, maybe then you would find some sort of interest in him. Of course little did he know, all it took was that one moment of eye contact to spark a small bit of something within you and in the moment he turned away to go pout about his misfortunes before recollecting himself, you looked back just to see if the handsome stranger was still there, only to sigh and shake your head upon seeing he had turned his back to you. Still, even though you hated the whole theme and idea of finding your soulmate in one single night, you always tried your best to enjoy yourself during balls such as this and it took you only a minute to remember the task at hand, simply putting a reminder in the back of your mind to seek out the green haired boy sometime later. Now, you were looking for a dance partner, and you had your eyes set on your favorite guard.

“Shinsou!”

The annoyed look on his face softened slightly when he looked up towards you upon hearing his name, but when you spoke up again he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Dance with me!”

“No.”

It was then that he realized the two of you had a bit of an ‘audience’ in the form of a few of your friends, some of which were giggling like children in response to his reaction.

“Oh come on, you’re going to be like that tonight?”

“Tonight?” He questioned. “What makes tonight any different than any other night? I’m still just doing my job, Princess.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes in response to the taunting title of ‘Princess’ that he rarely used unless he was intentionally trying to annoy you, which he seemingly was judging by the tired smirk he was giving you.

“Well you’re not doing your job if you aren’t tending to the ‘Princess’.”

“Sorry, I don't seem to remember seeing ‘dancing’ in my job description.”

“And who exactly writes your job description?” You asked with a raise of your brow, tapping your chin in fake thought. “Oh yeah! That’s technically me! As of now ‘dancing’ has been added to your duties. Let’s go.”

“Hey that is not how this wo- Hey!” He scoffed as you grabbed his wrist and tugged him away from his beloved corner wall and into the mix of people.

Dancing was not his ‘thing’ per se, but it was hard to keep a straight face with you making weird faces of your own at him in a successful attempt to get him to crack a smile. While he was pretty sure you were purposely trying to step on his toes, however, it was in the moment he looked past your head that he noticed someone else instead. He didn’t really recognize the mop of green hair belonging to the boy that was clearly staring at the two of you, or rather, staring at you alone, but he could tell by the look on his face that he must have been yet another secret admirer.

“Looks like you’ve picked up another fan, huh?” He spoke, nodding his head in the direction of the young man in question.

“Maybe, maybe not. I can almost guarantee without even looking that he’s probably not someone I’d be interested in though.” You laughed, not even giving a thought to the idea that he was exactly the one person that night who had peaked your interest and not just any old prince.

“That so…” He hummed, his eyes mindlessly travelling to one of the few women at the ball that could be considered almost a sister to you, noticing that she too was looking at your new admirer with a questioning look. “Mina doesn’t seem to know what to think of him.”

“Mina doesn’t know what to think of any of them, she just goes by how cute they are at first glance.”

“That is true.” He chuckled, knowing very well that she was even more picky about your choices in men than you yourself were.

“Though maybe-“

“Maybe,” A shrill, dominating voice cut through your conversation. “You should be doing your job rather than dancing with my daughter.”

A face of shocked disbelief crossed your features in response to your mother’s sudden and rude interruption, though it soon changed to anger, yet before you could even open your mouth, Shinsou cut you off.

“Apologies, your majesty.” He spoke, practically through gritted teeth in a tone that said if only he could, he would keep that vile woman who dared consider herself a “mother” from ruining your night. Unfortunately, however, he couldn’t, and complying with her demands was always easier, and safer, than arguing, so with a bow towards both of you and an apologetic look towards you, he left.

The hardened look on your face spoke more words than any venom you could spit at your mother and it took almost everything in you to not cause a scene as your mother simply looked down on you in a dissatisfied manner before wandering back to her perfect little alter. Once she was out of sight, you let out a frustrated huff before practically stomping her way over to Mina who was equally concerned.

“What was that all about?”

“What do you think it was about? Mother thinks that because her own superiority complex is so grand that even I can hardly speak to anyone unless they’re royalty!” You exclaimed, though after a moment you let out a huff of air in an attempt to calm yourself, realizing from the look on Mina’s face that you had raised your voice more than you should have.

“Sorry, sorry. Things were going so well, I guess I just- I thought maybe for at least tonight she would leave me alone.”

“Ah, well.” Mina said before giving you a smile in hopes of lightening the mood once more. “Once you’re the queen, you can banish her for good.”

Now that thought alone, even if she was partially joking, was enough to put a smile on your face once more. Even if she didn’t say it out loud, you knew exactly what she was trying to say. You couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let one incident with your mother ruin your night and you’d be sure to apologize to Shinsou later on.

“Thanks, Mina.” You said, before a look crossed your face as if a lightbulb had just gone off in your head. “Oh! I was going to wait and ask you after our dance, but I guess I should just ask now. Was..someone staring? At us?”

“Everyone was staring at you,[Name] , you’re kind of literally the center of attention.”

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. Shinsou said there was a...gentlemen that was watching us, and that you didn’t look too impressed.”

“Oh, him.” She muttered. “I noticed him a bit earlier, I just thought he was kinda weird looking, like he was out of place. I asked around a bit, guess that’s some ‘Prince Izuku Midoriya’.”

“Prince Izuku..” You uttered under your breath. “What did he look like?”

Mina gave a shrug that clearly described the young man as ‘nothing special’ before she even opened her mouth, but she described him for you nonetheless.

“Kinda short, skinny. Green hair, weird freckles-“

“Him?!” You immediately interrupted before slapping a hand over your mouth at your sudden outburst.

“Him?” Mina questioned, “What do you mean ‘him’.”

“Oh- Well, I just...I saw him earlier, maybe a bit less than an hour ago? He’s..” You stopped, trying to will down the color that you were sure had risen to your cheeks just thinking about the adorable stranger. “Something else. Don’t you think?”

“Really? I mean- I guess that’s a nice way to put it.” She Mumbled , shrugging at the motherly ‘Don’t be rude’ look she got in response.

“Well either way...if you’re that interested in him, we should try to find him again, right? You two haven’t even technically met yet after all! ” She exclaimed, being happy to help in a situation involving a crush. You saw something in this guy that she clearly didn’t, but that wasn’t going to stop her from trying to get you two together.

“You’d help me do that?!” You exclaimed, your eyes practically sparkling at the thought of being able to properly meet your mysterious new crush.

“Well I’m not one of your lady’s for nothing.” Mina laughed, turning her head this way and that already beginning her search. “C’mon, with both of us together we should be able to find him in no time.”

With that, the two of you set off further into the crowd, though if only you knew Izuku was staying as far away from the crowds as possible, your search would have been made a lot easier. He was finally able to get that glass of water to calm his nerves and currently was tucked into one of the many lavish couches lining the outer walls of the dance hall, yet despite being physically the most comfortable he’d been all night, he couldn’t help but feel a bit down. For maybe the first time, he was actually very interested in the Princess that this whole ball was made for. But in his interest, his doubts began to surface just as quickly. He was most definitely not the only Prince here that had his eyes set on you, so who was he to think he had a chance? In moments he was beginning to fall into a pit of low self esteem, but luckily before he could get too deep into his thoughts, he was joined once again by none other than Todoroki.

“You seem like you’re having a great time.” He said in his usual monotone voice which made it hard to decipher whether or not he was being sarcastic.

“Yeah, a grand time..” Izuku muttered in response, leaning his elbow against the arm of the couch and resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Did the princess reject you already?”

“What?! No, why would you even immediately think that, geez.” Izuku sighed, “I haven’t even had the chance to introduce myself anyways..”

“Well..you aren’t exactly the most forward person, Midoriya. Don’t you think it takes something kind of extravagant or noteworthy to catch her attention amongst all these people?”

Despite knowing Todoroki didn’t mean any harm by his words, it did sting a bit to hear him verbalize the exact thought that had been taunting his mind, though he knew it only hurt because it was true.

“Yeah, I do. Hence why my hopes were slim from the first place.”

“I don’t think that’s exactly true either.” Todoroki continued, “Like you said, you haven’t even introduced yourself. I’d say you should at least start there, then once you meet her you can weigh in on your own chances.”

“Yeah..” Izuku hummed, mulling over Todoroki’s honest-as-always words.

He was right about something after all, he shouldn’t be so quick to cut himself short. In reality he knew his chances would probably not get that much greater just from an introduction he would most likely just barely stumble through, but since that was true it was fair to see it in a ‘why not?’ sort of way. There probably wouldn’t be much gain so that meant there couldn’t be much loss either.

“Ah thanks Todoroki, guess I needed to pull my head out of the rain clouds.” Midoriya chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, no problem..” Todoroki mumbled, though his words had trailed off as he focused on a small commotion going on somewhere near the front of the hall. All it took was a flash of red hair belonging to a muscled figure for him to sigh, a very notable ‘this again?’ look crossing his face.

“Looks like my father’s found a way to start up an issue…I’m guessing we’ll be leaving soon whether we want to or not. I’ll catch up with you some other time.” He said with an annoyed groan as he stood from his seat and made his way towards the front to at least attempt to get his father to stop embarrassing himself.

Midoriya didn’t even bother with fitting in a goodbye, knowing already how...difficult Todoroki’s father could be. Then again, Endeavor going off the charts with his unchecked anger wasn’t really his concern for the night and he wasn’t about to waste Todoroki’s advice. With a confident huff he stood up from his seat, straightening out his dress clothes before setting off hopefully for the last time into the sea of people, heart dead set on the simple act of introducing himself to you.

While his search had technically only just begun, you and Mina, on the other hand, were beginning to run out of steam. In theory your ‘mission’ sounded pretty simple: find the prince with fluffy green hair. However, you had neglected to factor in the fact that you were, in fact, a princess and this entire ball was for you. You and Mina were being stopped left and right by a wide range of guests, from old friends and family to prince’s and some princess’s asking to dance. You were never one who was good at saying no so it was practically up to Mina to continue to search during moments where you preoccupied. Of course her height made it a bit difficult to see over the crowd, but Izuku wasn’t exactly easy to spot either. Mina was never one to quit easily though, so on she went inspecting practically every person that passed her by, though she didn’t realize that with her shoving through groups of people and you dancing in the opposite direction, your group project had been now separated into two quests.

It didn’t take long for you to notice Mina was now out of sight, though it was hard to look anywhere for more than a few seconds while in the process of dancing with a prince whose name you had already shamefully forgotten. While you had only accepted the offer out of politeness and good hospitality, you did feel a bit bad about being so distracted, giving a sheepish smile as a sort of apology upon finally looking back towards your current dance partner and being met with a confused and disappointed face. Still, he simply wasn’t someone that caught your eye as much as the prince you were actually looking for, so when the music slowed to a stop you were quick to bow and say your most formal goodbye. You could tell that the dance hall was beginning to empty slowly, which was good for your chances of finding your prince, but also made you realize your time was running out. Despite that pressure, however, you didn’t want Mina wasting her entire evening trying to help you, so it was her who you set your eyes on finding now. Oddly enough, after some time of searching for you, Izuku began keeping an eye out for Mina as well, knowing that if he found her that the you mustn't be too far behind considering how close you seemed to be.

While he didn’t even know her aside from the disgraced glance he had received from her due to his initial mishap, he’d been searching long enough to feel a sense of relief when he saw that puff of pink hair and he couldn’t help but smile upon finding your friend, not knowing that at that same moment you had found her as well.

“Uhm, excuse me!”

“MINA!”

“Eh?”

A moment of silence passed with Mina stood in between two royal leaders, both of which had eyes as wide as saucers once they locked with one another rather than your mutual target. In an instant you both seemed to stiffen up, standing up straight and attempting to look as put together as possible. Despite your eyes remaining interlocked, it seemed you were both having issues forming words, though your own awkward silence was quickly interrupted by an ‘ahem’ from your forgotten counterpart that was still quite literally in the middle of all this.

“Well….I’m gonna go get what’s left of the food. You two have fun!” Mina cheered, trying not to laugh at the sudden panic that appeared in your eyes as you were snapped to the reality that in a moment, as Mina walked away, you would be left ‘alone’ with the one person you had been looking for all night. It was strange how clammy you suddenly felt, you’d een seeking this prince out after all, but now that you were only feet away from him, you were at a loss for words.

“Oh! Um-“ Izuku said, being the first to snap out of his stupor and bowing before you. “F-Forgive me, Princess. My name is Izuku Midoriya, Prince of-“

“I know.” You interjected, biting your tongue seconds later and mentally kicking yourself for allowing your jittery nerves to get the best of you. “Oh, pardon me. I just- I’ve heard of you! Well, not until tonight but..I-I’ve been trying to introduce myself all evening. Though I guess I don’t need much of an introduction in my own home.” You giggled softly, trying to laugh off your own tension as you instinctively averted your eyes a bit.

“No, of course not. It’s an honor to finally meet you, Princess [Name]. And I’m sorry for..keeping you waiting.” He mumbled, a sheepish smile gracing his features as he scratched the back of his neck in a nervous habit of his own.

Another moment of silence passed, however this time around it didn’t feel as harsh and abrupt as before. He could have spent the entire rest of the evening just looking at your soft eyes, but when the music of the small orchestra began to swell once more, he mustered up the courage to push his introduction one step further.

“Princess [Name]..Forgive me for being so abrupt but would it be possible for you to give me the honor of a dance?”

Seconds later his eyes could have bulged out of his head at the realization of what he had just so boldly asked and he bowed once more just in case, but looking up to see the shock on your face slowly turn into a gentle smile was enough to make his heart melt then and there.

“Of course, I’d love to.” You replied, your own heart weakened by the excitement in his eyes beginning to go on the fritz as he took you by the hand.

It was oddly comforting to feel that his hands were a bit shaken as he placed one gently against your waist, as if he were afraid to push any sort of boundary you may have had, though it was only comforting because your own hands were much the same as he clasped his left hand around your own. You took a moment to settle into one another’s grasp before beginning to move to the soft tune of the music flowing through the air. The two of you seemed to conform to one another’s movements within seconds, as if you had choreographed your meeting and practiced it one hundred times over. You both felt more than nervous, yet the feeling of being so close managed to calm you enough to continue your dance. You couldn’t help but search the features of his face, smiling a bashful smile when your eyes caught his own that were looking at you as if you were the most magnificent thing in the world. Your eyes trailed away from his for a moment only to catch sight of a woman who looked eerily similar to your current dance partner, though with the proud look in her eyes as she watched the two of you dance it didn’t take you long to figure out who she was.

“Your mother, she’s the one with the hair like yours, yes? In the pink gown? She’s beautiful..” You hummed, your eyes losing sight of the woman once more as you spun to the rhythm of the music. “Oh, yes! And I suppose ‘beautiful’ is a constant theme amongst royalty. Though not you of course.” He stopped, realizing from the sudden confused look on your face what he had just said, his face immediately erupting into color, so much so that even the tips of his ears felt hot. “I-I mean- Not Like that, forgive me your majesty! I was- I mean, ah, as in...you’re much more than just beautiful in comparison to the average princess, is what I was trying to say.” He trailed off, finally tearing his eyes away from you even if it was only because his embarrassment caused him to do so. Part of his brain screamed at him that this was it and that he shouldn’t even bother to look back and see the disappointment on your face, but when he did choose to look back he was more than a bit confused at the smile you gave him in return.

“You apologize often.” You said, “Oh- not that it’s a bad thing! I used to be the same way..” You mumbled, a sour taste forming in your mouth just thinking of the way your mother used to make you feel the need to apologize for every tiny thing.

However, it was in the moment that you looked back that his concerned face made your heart flutter that you realized how just one look from this young man who was just barely past being a stranger to you could make even the blackest feelings you held melt away into a sea of light.

“Anyways, while it's not a bad thing, just know that I’m not the type of princess expecting prim and perfectly proper treatment from everyone so it’s nothing you have to apologize for. In fact, I’ve always liked people who are a bit...different. Different for the better, of course.” You chuckled, partially from your own words and partially because of the way he was currently looking at you, though he could hardly help but stare in awe.

He felt like he was in a dream, to be honest. You seemed so oddly genuine, not that he’d never met a genuine princess, but you were something like he’d never experienced. You held the air every woman of royalty does, and yet you seemed to have a firm grasp on yourself as well. It was as if you could perfectly split your royal persona and your real self and then put them back together into a perfect picture. Not only that, but his brain was like a broken record with thinking about how stunning you were, especially when he was holding you so close and seeing the warm light of the chandeliers bounce off of your perfect features from every direction, giving you an almost ethereal glow. But, like a dream, your moment couldn’t last forever as the music seemed to echo to a halt, and with it your movement stopped as well. He held you for a moment more, savoring the feeling of your body against his own knowing well the possibility that you may never meet again, before finally stepping back and bowing before you one final time.

“I...Thank you.” Was all he could think to say as you gave a polite curtsy of your own.

“I should be the one thanking you.” You chuckled softly, every inch of your body still feeling warm and pleasant thanks to him.

Despite your lack of much of an audience due to the fact that many of the guests had retired into the night, you somehow felt the most appreciated under his gaze alone. He gave you a feeling you couldn’t let go, one that even your mother’s sure disapproval wouldn’t change.

“I should..I should be saying my goodbye’s to my guests, I suppose.” You hummed, trying your best to bide your time if it meant spending just a few extra moments with him.

“Oh! Of course, I-“ He stopped, trying to think of the best thing he could say. Just saying goodbye to someone who made him feel so surreally right made him feel so wrong and it felt like no amount of words could completely describe everything he wanted to say to you, so in the end, he truly hoped a few would do. “I dearly hope to see you again if I can, Princess.”

“I was hoping the same.” You practically cheered, his want to see you again sparking a sense of hope in your chest. “I will be absolutely sure to send for you soon! As a kingdom we are...a bit closed off as of now, but I would really love to show you everything I can.”

“Ah, I would love that! And I would hope, if you would like, one day you can visit my kingdom as well! It’s a bit smaller but...hopefully there will be something there that of your liking.

“Of course..” You smiled, already knowing that as long as he was there, there really would be something you liked. “Ah, well. Until then?” You finished, bowing once more before looking up to him for the final answer you were desperately hoping to hear.

“Yes, absolutely-” He said with a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips, just the idea of you being as excited to meet with him once more settling his heart while making it wildly excited all at once. His fairy tale like dream had turned out to only just be beginning right when he thought it was ending, and for both of you, he hoped it really would turn out to be a happily ever after.

“- Until then.”

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Nominated by @sorenmarie87

The Pact (series) by @coffee-obsessed-writer

Jen’s fics are always so well written and detailed to a point where it feels like it could actually happen. Not to mention her characterization is on point. This fic in particular is different from what I’ve read before and everyone should give it a chance.

Nominated by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

How You & I Will Be (series) by @katehuntington

I’m nominating this fic, which (fair disclosure) I beta’d becuase it does a really really really really great job of fulfilling the brief it set out to achieve: making you cry.

It’s a story of unrequited love between Dean and the reader and it’s doomed, from the outset. Kate unpacks nearly every angle and moment and hold them up for you as they burn away, right in from of your eyes. Ruby-level patience. Nice at brutal.

So if you like your angst and tears, have at it friends. Cheers, Ali.

(TW for major character death.)

Nominated by @rosieakacanadianspnhunter

Thunder Rolls by @amanda-teaches

I'm not afraid of thunder, but I definitely felt the fear. I'd totally pretend to be if it meant Dean would distract me this way! I loved the addition of Dean telling the reader what his own biggest fear is! Hot!

Nominated by @percywinchester27

The First Bite (oneshot) by @shy-violet-soul

Firstly, can I just say that I am absolutely in love with their work? The writer is so sure of what they want to say and know exactly how to say it. And that is a rare thing, when no word is unnecessary. I absolutely fell in love with the characterization of young Dean and Sam. And the OCs are enchanting. Don’t remember the last time I fell in love with an OC so quickly! And the husband-wife duo in the fic are simply adorable. The context and background of the story paint a lovely picture. And Dean… damn that boy breaks your heart. All in all would recommend it 100% Go check the author out!

The Babysitter (series) @mrswhozeewhatsis

I never thought I would ever commit to a 65 chapter series, but damn! this one felt like a couple of pages, and even after it ended, I was running around my room, screaming like a zombie with “MOREEEEEEEEEEEE.” This could have very well been a parallel world in itself. Like another reality that Jack could create a rift to, where the Winchesters are happy. They have this sister/mother/friend figure in their lives who is absolutely awe-inspiring. She is tender, good and badass but oh so realistic with her feelings. I go back and read the timestamps a lot and my fav chapter where they are in the hotel room at the very end and prank the hell out of everyone else. I was in splits the first time and still am. This doesn’t white wash John, but brings out the best in him. JUST. GO. READ IT. You are fucking welcome!

Living With Regrets (series) by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

The pain!! OH GOD THE PAIN!! The author can personally attest to how I hounded her over this series in her IMs. The timing of each chapter is so perfect that it just leave you with the right amount of angst and desperation for the next chapter. I wanted to push both the characters together and close the door behind them so they could just fucking TALK!! I am emotional about this okay? Also while I wanted to hug and cuddle the little OC, I wanted to strangle and murder the other one!! This series brought out quite a lot of passion in me, one that I didn’t know I had the capacity of feeling over a fictional work, still does. It is an adorable little world that you all should definitely be a part of! Go…go….go!!

Silk and Rough Velvet (series) by @blacktithe7

SARV was the first long series I attempted to read. Also the first AU. It altered my life. Rockstar!Jensen suddenly became a real thing. Y'all have no clue how much this series had awed me. Even now when I mention the series to a third party, my first reaction is - “You haven’t read it? What are you doing with your life?” It has the perfect amount of love, angst and fluff. Gosh! It is the freaking best! Most days there are no words. Today is one of them!

Series Rewrite (series) @torn-and-frayed

A true masterpiece! I don’t know how do you even begin to attempt something like this. The reader is inserted in the rewrite SO FLAWLESSLY!!! SO EFFORTLESSLY that it is crazy! Like what even??? I mean she has a personality of her own. And as strong a presence as Sam or Dean. More importantly, she does not undermine the relationship of the brothers. Does not take away from their moments, all the while creating her own bonds. I love that she is in love with Dean. But damn, I love what she has with Sam, too. The author manages to perfectly capture the essence of the rewrite in the best way possible. Excellent job!

Fresh Start (series) by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

This one is unique in it’s uncomplicatedness (that isn’t a word, but deal with it) Like whoa, the reader is so fucking relatable! I am sure all authors can relate when they make a reader super-strong, super-understanding, super-witty. This one is just super-relatable. And that is the hardest fucking thing to do! The OC is charming AF, and the underlying pain of a dead lover is significant. It is not in your face, it is not too underplayed, but it’s subtle and THERE. Kudos at having achieved the perfect balance of everything. It is rare and awesome! Read this ONE!

Close Every Door (series) by @jotink78

I have never known the sort of pain and angst that this series inflicted on me, I kid you not. I wanted to steamroll everyone,and everybody. If you caught me reading a chapter, there was a good chance that I was either feeling extremely murderous and was sobbing incessantly in the corner. I’ve said it before, despite being one of the kindest people, the author sure knows how to be cruel when it comes to writing. This series is sure to rip your freaking heart part, stomp all over it and out it back. BUT SO WORTH IT!!

More Than You Bargained For (series) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

Best bodyguard!AU I have ever read. It was fun and exciting without getting too palpitating, which is good because the chase and suspense were fantastically written. And the twist at the end, you’d never fucking see that coming. I bet!! I love how they slowly fall for each other even through all their differences. This one I couldn’t put down, it was so good. If you are looking for something to curl up with on a cozy and comfortable Saturday, this is your THING!! Don’t forget to curl in with a blanket and hot mug of coffee before you get started!

Five years of Christmas (oneshot) by @deanssweetheart23

This is a life worth’s contentment packed in a single fic, neatly wrapped and gifted to you. The words have the softness of petals and the harshness of shards of ice that pierce you and then you die! But then come back later. The author doesn’t only make fiction out the words…. she makes poetry. It flows, straight into your heart. Now, you might think I am being cheesy, but read the fic and then come back. We’ll see who is cheesy then! But seriously, y'all need to get behind this. It is the freaking best. I am in love <3

Nominated by @ellen-reincarnated1967

Red String of Fate (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

Sweet, serendipitous, a bit heartbreaking, and an 'Ah ha! Yes!!!' ending!!! Honestly, I'd recommend everything on her masterlist, but I've been saving this one for a rainy day read and was not disappointed!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

What Could Have Been (series) by @flamencodiva

Holy moly, this series is killing me. SO MUCH ANGST, yet there’s sweet stuff mixed in there, too. Every day, I look forward to seeing if there’s a new chapter posted!

The Cursed (series) by @saxxxology

This series was posted before, and Saxxxy edited it and reposted it, and it’s fabulous, now! It’s got an intriguing premise, Sweet and protective Sammy, and super hot Alpha!Sam smut! *shiver* It’s awesome!

Her Saviours (series) by @bamby0304

This series is giving me a heart attack. There’s John, there’s Sam, there’s Dean, but John’s gone, and Sam’s recovering from Jess’s death, and Dean is sweet but has his wandering eye. It’s ABO, and there’s so much love and heartbreak and hormones that I honestly can’t wait for the next chapter to post!

Wishverse (series) by @crashdevlin

This series is a sequel to another series, A Hard Ten. After what happens in Hard Ten, the reader gets her wish and goes back in time, getting the chance to metaphorically turn left instead of right. It’s got sweetness and smutty smut and angst and everything you could ever want! Seeing how everything plays out is fascinating as hell, and I can’t wait to see where this ends up!

Nominated by @samsexualdeancurious

The Cursed (series) by @saxxxology

This is a repost of one of the many fabulous fics that were lost when Saxxy’s blog got deleted, so a lot of people have already read it at least once. It hasn’t gotten many notes this time around, though, which is an absolute crime because this fic is just as amazing the second time around as it was the first.

Bitten (series) by @saxxxology

I am head over heels in love with this fic. It has a perfect blend of angst, fluff, and smut, and I’ve been enjoying every word of it.

Tomorrow (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

This fic is so cute! I love Dean so much, especially in this fic. Rhi writes him so well and every word out of his mouth is just so Dean is hurts. Also, I can guarantee most of us have at least felt the way this reader does, which makes this fic even more perfect.

Forbidden (oneshot) by @becs-bunker

This fic murdered me. I am dead and writing this from my suite in Hell. Crowley says “hi” and that he agrees this fic is perfectly sinful. It’s not a fic for anyone who doesn’t like Wincest or Full House of Wincest, but it’s definitely a fic for me.

Playing Victim (oneshot) by @crispychrissy

Ugh, yes. Gimme all the Sub!Dean/Dom!Reader. There’s simply not enough of that in this fandom and Chrissy nails it so well. Also, the gif she used? Should be illegal.

Three Kisses (oneshot by) @impala-dreamer

I was dying by the end of this fic. A little angsty, a lot sexy, and then fucking hilarious. Rebekah writes Sam and Dean so well, especially Dean’s snarky big brother side, and I love it.

Nominated by @manawhaat

Let Me Carry You (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!!! Ugh, this fic hurts so fucking good. It’s soft, it’s brutal, it’s so sad it splits you at the seams and makes a home in the hole it punched in your chest. But most importantly, it gives you hope. There’s an honesty that’s written into this story, into Dean and into the reader, and that kind of love and care in crafting this short fic is all anyone could ask for <3

The Truth about Lust (series?) by @scorpiongirl1

Ho, ho, HOLY SHITBALLS! THE DUB CON! This entire thing rides my borderline of fuck no and fuck yes EXCEPTIONALLY WELL! Unf! The story is believable and the way Sam reacts to what’s happening to him is so on point. The remorse and apologies, the snarly growly creature of sex, the restraint and the care he takes for the reader when he literally is dying of lust...jesus fuck. It’s all so Sam. Read it and then go masturbate because, yeah. I did.

Headlights Off (drabble) by @samsexualdeancurious

Yowza, does this girl know how to write that Wincest! Fun, sexy, adventurous, funny. What can I say? It’s everything you want from a wincest fic.

Free and Easy Down The Road I Go (oneshot) by @samsexualdeancurious

Wincest? Yes. Impala? Yes. Nipple clamps on a slightly subby Sammy? Fuck yes. Snarky, smug Dean giving a world class hand job? Oh yeah, you betcha.

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!

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THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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