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vigilvntes · 1 year

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Jason Todd x Reader | On again-off again relationship hcs

A/N: lisTen. i'm incredibly sleep deprived so this is gonna be very messy and i have a whole ass book to read before my class at 9am and i probably won't sleep tonight so let me have this. let me have my low-key volatile relationship with jason todd where we love each other so deeply that we can't even stand to be around each other sometimes because we frustrate the fuck out of each other but we also can't live without each other. as the great lorde once said: let me live that fantasy.

W/C: 2500+ (help me i basically just outlined a whole story </3)

likes, rbs and comments are all very much appreciated <3

SOME NSFW UNDER THE CUT! ALSO BONUS BATFAMILY GETTING INVOLVED IN THE DRAMA AT THE END BECAUSE ,, FUNNY!!

you and jason have known each other for three years, and you've been together for around two years and two months of that time, if damian's calculations are correct. it's electric and heated and frantic and loving and frustrating and soft and infuriating, all at the same time. you just can't seem to stay away from each other. it's a 'cat and mouse' kind of situation, one where you just can't seem to stop chasing each other despite how ridiculously awful it always seems to turn out in the end. the longest you've managed to really hold it together is seven months, but you can't stay away for more than a month at a time.

you make out like teenagers. make love almost every night. laugh at his dumb jokes or funny comments. patch up any mild injuries he comes home with. tickle each other until you're on the floor breathless, surrendering and begging him to show you mercy. you spend lazy mornings together in bed. bicker and shit-talk each other over breakfast. cuddle on the couch late at night. it's perfect in theory, and he's admittedly an amazing boyfriend. he's caring and attentive and he loves to love you and be loved. but your tempers get the better of both of you.

fights break out because you're both kind of impulsive and hot-headed. neither of you can help your snark or cutting comebacks sometimes. you run your mouths about something – anything, and you run the risk of everything breaking down within the hour. you know his weak spots, know how to push his buttons when he's really pushing yours; and as you know his, he knows yours just as well. you'd never go as far as to bring up anything too personal or out of pocket, but you still know just how to get on each others nerves perfectly. how to manually detonate the ticking time bomb before it blows up on its own accord.

you frustrate the fuck out of each other, and he has a tendency to just walk out of your apartment mid-argument. he puts the suit on, tells you he'd rather be out on the streets getting his ass handed to him by a gang of drunks dressed up as teletubbies and then have bane rush in and pummel him into the concrete than have to deal with you when you're feeling particularly prickly, and you tell him to go fuck himself on his way out. the battle to get the last word in commences, and you've often found yourself yelling at him from your apartment window whilst he yells up at you from the street below because you both just refuse to give up the fight.

most times he comes back, but sometimes he doesn't. when it hits 8am and you haven't heard him rummaging through your kitchen cupboards or refrigerator; he still hasn't crawled back into your bed, kissed your forehead softly and buried his face into the crook of your neck, you shrug your shoulders, tell yourself everything's going to be okay. and then sob violently into your pillow because it's over. he's gone. but with jason, it's never really over. by some weird twist of fate (love, but jason prefers to call it coincidence, although it's anything BUT that) you always end up finding your way back to each other. you break up and even DATE other people but it's never serious and it just never feels the same because for some strange reason whenever you're apart you both miss the chaos of each other and even though you can literally be the worst when you're together, you would rather be together and be the worst than be without each other.

jason turns up at your door at 2AM when he hears you might be seeing someone new after a breakup the month before, demanding to be let in and when you relent (pretty quickly) and open the door he immediately has you against the wall, desperately grabbing at your hips and kissing you like there's no tomorrow whilst mumbling that no one could ever compare to him so don't even think about trying to replace him.

he has you naked and spread out on the bed in ten minutes tops, his tongue swirling against your clit in all the right places, big hands gripping on to your thighs. he grins like a fucking maniac when he makes you cum in record time, just under a minute if he was counting correctly. you cum on his face again, his fingers, his thigh and eventually his cock, until you're laid on his chest with his cum leaking out of you, breathless and all fucked out, mumbling 'i love you'. he says it back, reminds you again that no one could ever be him, and you know he's right. you knew this would happen and truthfully you were desperate to have him back which is maybe, possibly why you made a point to mention to roy that you were seeing someone else because you just knew he'd tell jason.

on the flip side, you send jason a risky picture of yourself in a brand new lingerie set when you find out he's going on a date with someone. you immediately apologise and claim it to be accidental and that it was meant for someone else. you watch your phone blow up with calls and texts from jason, listen to each and every angry-horny-frustrated-infatuated voicemail he leaves and grin the whole time because you know you have him wrapped around your finger, as much as he denies it.

you turn your phone off, unlock your door and wait patiently by the open window until you hear angry footsteps coming from below, stomping up the stairs of your apartment building. he busts through your door and demands that you tell him what the fuck you think you're playing at. you feign innocence and tell him that it was a genuine mistake but he knows you're lying and he has you on the couch, straddling his lap almost immediately. your pyjamas have been torn off, giving him an up-close, in-person view of the pretty new set from the picture earlier. the view is much nicer when it's not on a tiny phone screen; pictures do the real thing no justice. his phone vibrates while you're trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck, and you tell him he should take the call because it's probably his date wondering where the hell he is but he just turns his phone off and tosses it to the side. why the hell would he go on some shitty, awkward first date when he could have you?

the reunion is always sweet. there's always that honeymoon period with him no matter how many times you've broken up– upped and left each other following an argument. when it's good, it's really good. but you just can't seem to escape the inevitable. eventually one of you pushes it too far and the whole thing blows up in your faces. he walks out, you cry yourself to sleep and then you find some way to worm your way back into the others life, depending on who picked the fight that left everything broken once again. neither of you are exactly sure why you fight like cat and dog. you're perfect for each other on paper; you understand each other on a far deeper and more intellectual level than anyone ever could. you get on like a house on fire on your good days (which are admittedly most days), but somehow the bad days always seem to outweigh the good. he once made a joke that it's because you love him so much that you can't live with him, but you also can't live without him. he was probably right.

one night, after a particularly nasty breakup the week before, he stumbles into your apartment clutching at his side, barely able to breathe. he's been so uncaring lately, letting himself get caught up in his own head and his emotions regarding you and your relationship and it's lead to him taking a few more blows than he normally would. tonight he paid the price, took what he thinks might be the final hit, and he needed to see you one last time just in case things don't work out for him. you don't even have the chance to ask him what he's doing in your apartment before he's collapsing on to your living room floor, blood dripping through his fingers and on to your carpet. you drop to your knees next to him and whisper his name so softly, inspecting the wound and feeling guilty when he hisses in pain when your fingers brush against it. it's deep, and yes you've patched him up before –you know how to stitch up cuts but you're not a medical professional and this is a serious wound to his abdomen. there's not much you can do about it alone. you're already crying but before you can start freaking out and trying to fix things he takes your face in his hands, his grip weak, and tells you very sincerely that he loves you deeply, and he's sorry for all of the fights he's caused and all of the times he walked out on you and that it's always been you and it always will be.

he's in and out or consciousness and you're begging him to wake up, to be okay; telling him that you love him and you can't lose him. you try your best to stop the bleeding, pressing towels and old shirts against the wound but it just won't stop. so you call alfred from jason's phone, explain to him what's going on and soon enough you're playing host to a batfamily gathering in your tiny living room. dick quite literally has to drag you away from his body kicking and screaming while bruce and alfred assess the situation. they decide to take him back to the manor, and of course you follow them. you spend days by his side, waiting for him to wake up. alfred has to take you by the elbow and walk you away from him to eat dinner or shower or sleep in jason's old room.

it's just so typical that you're not there when he wakes up. you're sleeping, bundled up in his bed sheets when alfred comes to wake you. you literally leap out of bed, almost tripping over your own feet as you run into the room jason's in. that stupid grin, although strained, spreads across his lips as soon as he sees you through half-shut eyes. you're crying already, rushing to his side and resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. he chuckles at your reaction, teases you for being so worried about him as if he hasn't already kicked death in the dick before, and he mocks you lightheartedly for admitting that you can't live without him (it was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness). you giggle through your tears, letting it slide because when you look up at him, he's crying too.

it literally takes jason almost dying on your living room floor for you to both realise how much you actually mean to each other, and that having a connection and a love like this isn't something that you can and should just walk away from every couple of weeks. you both decide to start working on things; learning how to control your temper and when the appropriate time to shut the fuck up would be. how to talk things through maturely, without the yelling and constant breakups. of course, you still bicker and shit talk each other. and sometimes one of you will take it too far. jason will glare at you for a moment until you give him an awkward grin and mumble 'oops', and you'll give him the silent treatment for fifteen minutes (which would feel like HELL to him) until he makes you laugh. you're happier this way, knowing that it doesn't have to be that difficult and you can just be. you're not constantly waiting for something to go wrong or for one of you to fuck up, that anxiety has dissipated and you enjoy feeling calm and content with him.

+ bonus: batfamily getting in on the drama

the first time jason stormed into the batcave at 3am, fists balled and eyes red and puffy, bruce was immensely concerned. he sat jason down, put on his best dad™️ voice and asked 'what's wrong?'. jason told him it was nothing, just a little relationship trouble and that bruce didn't have to worry it, he just needed to get away and he thought the batcave would be the perfect place to brood for a few hours before going back home. the second time jason stormed in, he was still concerned for his emotional state, but not all that surprised to see him. bruce left him alone, let jason sit next to him, listened to him curse under his breath. the seventh time? bruce sat at his desk, jason beside him, listening to him ramble on and on about what had happened and how he took it too far again but it's not entirely his fault because you pushed his buttons but he shouldn't have said that to you because he loves you but you just get on his nerves sometimes. bruce nods occasionally, murmurs 'uh-huh' just to prove to jason that he is listening. kind of. sort of. not.

dick receives frustrated, angry texts at ungodly hours in the morning from jason telling him that the relationship is over. jason isn't sure why he vents to dick. it's definitely not because dick gives good advice, jason doesn't even open the texts dick sends back full of agony-aunt type solutions. one night, he receives one of these texts from jason, telling him that you're done with him and he can't ever go back to your apartment. all he can do the next day when he sees you and jason walk into the manor, grinning at each other like you're the sun, moon and stars with his arm wrapped around your waist, is shrug his shoulders.

listen, if damian is going to be forced to sit through the weekly couples quarrel at the manor, he's at least going to make some sort of profit from it. it starts out as a secret, damian makes everyone place bets (with real cash) on how long it'll take you and jason to piss each other off when you come over for dinner. tim wins the first time, and is less than amused when he only receives half of what everyone put into the bet, damian citing that he's the organiser so he gets half of the profit. eventually, he branches out. he starts taking money for bets on how long it'll take for a fight to break out, what you'll be fighting about, and which one of you will leave the dinner table first. everyone joins in (even alfred), and when you find out about damian's little scheme, even you can't help but slide over a $20 bill with a declaration that it'll take jason 45 minutes to say something that'll have you glaring him down. you win that bet, because you know him better than anyone else, and you split the profits with jason. everyone thinks this is unfair, and you're both promptly excluded from participating in the betting.

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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swallow.

★ you don't know what the hell you drank last night but whatever it was, you needed to stay away from it forever. and you needed to get out of here. even if last night was the most perfect night in the world.

a/n: here's that next part that i promised ya'll and it's full of lore and i really enjoyed it a lot! it's definitely something and i hope you guys enjoy it! the next and last part will be out tomorrow so hope you guys are excited for that

like always, heed the warnings and hope you like it! not as smutty as the usual content! might actually be a bit sad...

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (here) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 2544

warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronoun, no explicit sexual stuff but allusions to what happened in the previous chapter

It felt like you woke up slowly and then all at once; you were vaguely aware of the things around you like the blanket over you, the body against you, the clothes on you, and then, suddenly, it hit you like a truck.

You bolted upright, heart palpitating in your chest, your eyes wide and your breaths coming in short soft spirts.

Then, you were looking behind you, still panicked, hoping everything last night was some sort of fever dream.

Beside you, on the couch, was Leonard, his fluffy hair a messy nest this early in the morning. His glasses were off, probably tucked safely away somewhere. He was yawning and rubbing at his eyes, looking at you all dazed and confused.

Oh, no.

"Wh-Wh-- Leo." You stuttered out before cupping your forehead, your head feeling like it was spinning "Please, tell me, last night--"

"You didn't fuck me within an inch of my life? No can do." Leonard didn't even give it to you slow and soft.

You let out a sound like a dying cat.

"What, don't tell me I was wrong about you." Leonard crossed his arms, looking angry at the fact that you were looking a little anxious "You said you were into guys."

"I'm into guys!" You snapped a little, your panic rising to something you couldn't control "I just-- I have a girlfriend! I hadn't even broken up with her yet! I cheated on her!"

Leonard looked a bit off-put by how you spoke to him; understandable seeing as your tone wasn't exactly friendly.

You wanted to apologise because it wasn't entirely his fault. It took two to cheat and, though he pushed you, you were the one that ended up caving eventually.

Before you could apologise, however, he just huffed and threw a pillow into your lap "Oh yeah, stellar girlfriend you have there! She hasn't even messaged you about where you are and she left you at the bonfire!"

You stopped for a second, confused, your anger dissipating as a nauseating feeling appeared in your stomach "How do you know that?"

Leonard seemed to realise that he made a mistake because his anger dissipated immediately too, replaced with an embarrassed expression "I-I--"

"I'm sorry he went through your phone."

Your head snapped back and you looked to see it was Mel with a tray in his hand. Behind him and to the side was Isamu with a similar tray in his hands too.

"Mel! L-Look, I-I didn't mean to!" Leonard snapped, turning his body away from you "I was just charging your phone and it turned on! There weren't any notifications so I looked through it and checked!"

"What kind of a pathetic girlfriend doesn't even text her boyfriend after he's been gone an entire night?" He continued, shaking his head, his tone absolutely disgusted.

"We wouldn't treat you like that." Leonard added, that disgust made way for a more sheepish expression as he finally glanced at you, hoping you would pick up what he was putting down.

You could, if you wanted to and, honestly, a part of you did. But you were scared to. So, instead, your eyes flickered to Mel, hoping he'd help you out.

Mel was just sternly looking at Leonard.

"Here, we made breakfast." Mel pushed the coffee table close with his shin before placing the trays down, Isamu placing his tray down right after.

Then, Isamu sat on the floor while Mel sat on the other side of you, the two of them looking at you expectantly, like they were excited for you to praise them.

The two trays contained four plates of waffles, each with butter. There was also a little thing for maple syrup and honey as well as a glass of orange and apple juice for each of you.

Then, if that wasn't enough, there were some eggs on the plates too and some bacon. It was a whole buffet, just for you. The cheater. The person who was going to leave them and go crawling back to your girlfriend.

You immediately felt bad "This is too much--"

"It's not too much! Especially after last night!" Isamu quickly interrupted you as he sat beside you, small smile on his face.

You felt your heart break a little bit in your chest but you knew you had to nip this in the bud or else you'd just end up leading them all on.

"I'm sorry, but last night-- I was drunk, and it was a mistake--"

"A mistake!" Leonard stood, his expression aghast like you'd just told him you murdered his parents "It wasn't a mistake! How could you-- Why would you--"

Mel held up a hand and Leonard immediately shut up but you could see that there were tears in his eyes that he was desperately holding back.

"I can see that there's some communication issues going on, okay, so let me just clear the air." Mel sighed, his hand still up like, if he put it down, Leonard would immediately pounce "He didn't mean it was a mistake like that, Leo, you know that."

"He just feels really guilty about cheating with his girlfriend, right?" Mel turned to you, that polite smile on his face not exactly reaching his eyes "If you didn't have a girlfriend right now, you would stay with us, wouldn't you?"

You gulped, your mouth suddenly feeling a little dry. You took a second to think about it. In all honesty? You nodded, cheeks feeling suddenly a little hot.

"You all are really great and I had a great time. It was really fun talking with you guys and drinking with you guys and the-- uhmmm--" Your voice cracked as you got even more flustered "The sex was really great, I swear!"

Mel grinned, that brightness finally reaching his eyes. He reached over and clapped a hand on the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin "Our darling here is just loyal to a fault, is all. Can we really blame him for that?"

Darling. You flushed even hotter at the nickname.

Like all the hot air was taken out of him, Leonard deflated, his shoulders sagging as he sighed "Whatever. Your girlfriend doesn't deserve it."

"You're right, Leo." Mel's hand on your neck fell and he used it to grab something. You realised it was your phone because he plopped it in your lap. "That's why he's going to break up with her right now."

You felt like ice water was dumped all over you.

"D-Du-Dump her? Right now?" You stuttered out as you looked to Mel, eyes wide and shaking fingers slowly taking hold of your phone.

You could see Isamu looking at you hopefully and Leonard smirking victoriously at you from the corners of your eye but all you could do was stare at Mel.

There was that polite smile again, the one that he used to cover up something much darker. It showed in his eyes; it was something predatorial, something that made you feel like a pinned insect, something that made you feel like you were in danger.

"I-I can't just break up with her." Your brain worked to find excuse after excuse, your instincts screaming at you to get out and run "I-I'd at least like to break up with her in person. She deserves that much."

Then, for some reason, you broke his gaze and looked down at your lap. When Mel sighed, you knew it had been a mistake to look away.

Instead of replying, Mel cupped your chin, his thumb and forefinger digging into your cheek a little bit. He tilted your head up so you were looking at him again and that polite smile that you were so wary of was gone.

Instead, it was replaced with that dark look he had that night, when he had Isamu in his lap. You felt less like an insect and more like a small rabbit surrounded by a bunch of wolves.

A bunch of hungry rabid wolves that wanted nothing but to chase you.

"You know we can't do that." Mel let the words out slowly, like he was speaking to an idiot or, perhaps, like it was hard for him to say "We can't let you leave for right now, darling."

"Wh-Why not?" You felt a zing of fear crawl up your spine as you tried to pull your face away from his hand. Instead of really succeeding, his grip on you just got harder.

"You have to understand that we just want what's best for you, darling. You understand that, don't you?" Mel spoke softly, soothingly, but the words weren't effective when he looked at you like that.

Like he could eat you without regret.

But, still, you tried your hardest to remember him yesterday, the way he took care of you and housed you. So, you nodded.

When you did, he let go of your chin and pulled you in by your waist, perching you on his lap.

As soon as he did that, Leonard and Isamu crowded close, the expressions on their faces akin to ravenous wolves.

It was like a trigger had been pulled and now there was something to how they were acting. You didn't understand it very well but you felt both scared and safe trapped in between all three of them.

"Why don't I explain while Sam and Leo feed you, hmmm, puppy?" Mel nosed behind your ear, his breath warm and causing your ears to turn hot.

You didn't think you had any say in it but you nodded for show anyway.

Mel looked thankful for that at least.

You thought that, when he said feed you, he meant like with a fork or something, However, Isamu and Leonard took turns ripping bite sized pieces off of the waffles and soaking them in syrup to feed you. With their hands.

You accepted them, even going so far as to lick their fingers feebly, since you felt like you didn't have much of a choice. And it seemed to placate all three of them too.

They didn't look as wolfish as before, that was for sure.

"You might not believe me but please keep your mind open." Mel sighed as if he'd had this conversation one too many times before "You see, the reason we can't let you leave is because... we're werewolves."

You stiffened in his lap. And not in the fun way.

Now, your previous wolfish comparisons felt like jokes.

Leonard snickered at your reaction, obviously amused before stuffing another piece of a waffle accompanied by a small piece of bacon into your mouth.

Mel was less amused and pressed a kiss to your temple "I know it's-- It's not exactly easy to believe. But, it's true. We're werewolves and you're our mate."

"It's why you can't leave. We won't be able to control ourselves if you try to leave." Mel continued to explain, his hand flexing around your waist as if just the thought of it made him angry or scared or something.

"It's worse for Leo. He's not had that much training." Mel hesitantly let go of your waist to run a hand through Leonard's blonde fluffy hair "His parents paraded him around in a circus. It took him a long time to find us. He hasn't had much time to learn control."

"So, what, the wolf--"

"No, not the wolf. Us." Mel immediately dismissed that thought "I know, the media promotes this idea that the wolf and the human are separate but it's not-- we're not two separate beings in one brain. We're werewolves. We're one thing."

"It's just that, when we shift, it's like being inebriated, you know? We can't control ourselves." Mel sighed, pressing his cheek against your temple "It becomes all instinct to try and help our shifted bodies to survive."

You had enough of this. You know you you said you'd keep your mind open but this was ridiculous.

Still, you supposed you owed them for housing you for a night and for, you know, hopefully eventually leading you out of the forest.

So, you gave them the benefit of your doubt "Can I see?"

It was their turn to stiffen and stare at you with shock.

"What, you seriously didn't think you'd tell me about werewolves and I wouldn't ask to see?" You huffed, crossing your arms and looking at them like they were the crazy ones.

Mel nodded like 'yeah, that made sense' but, when he looked to Isamu, the man shrunk back and shook his head like Mel was volunteering him for the War or something.

"N-No way! No way! I-I can't! I can't!" Isamu stuttered out, the panic obvious in his voice "I can't control it, not around him!"

"Well, Leonard definitely can't... You have better control--" Mel moved his hand to cup the back of Isamu's neck but Isamu moved away, shocking both you and Mel.

Leonard looked like you pissed in his cereal "That's not true! I could totally control myself!"

Mel shook his head, sigh ragged "No, you're going to end up hurting someone--"

You turned in Mel's lap and looked up at him "Why don't you do it?"

Isamu and Leonard audibly gasped and Mel looked at you like you'd suggested he cut off his dick or something. The grimace on his face would've been hilarious if it weren't for the fact that it was confusing.

"I'm-- It's not the same for me. I'm not like Sam and Leo." Mel tried to pull you back against him but you resisted, obviously displeased. "Darling, I don't want you to see me like that."

When they all looked at you like you were the crazy one, you just let out a loud noise of frustration "You get why I'm angry, right? You're telling me all of this unbelievable stuff and then, when I ask you to prove it, you won't!"

"You just keep making up excuses why you can't prove it! How can I believe you then?" You finally fought your way out of Mel's grasp, your phone in your hand as you stood, your face hot but this time with anger.

You were tired of being left to their whims! You were tired of letting them decide everything. You were tired of being scared of Mel, of being intimidated by how beefy and sexy they were.

"I'm sorry, but I just-- I think you're crazy!" You screamed, stomping your foot as a show that you were putting your foot down.

Mel looked at you sadly, like you were about to make the worst mistake of your life "Please, darling, don't."

Part of you felt like you were. The part of you that enjoyed them doting on you, that enjoyed their attention and their affection, that enjoyed the fantasy they offered you, wanted to believe them.

But the other part of you overtook that. The other part of you knew that these three were just crazy and you needed to wake up from this weird dream.

"If you won't help me find my way out of the forest, I'll just find my way out! Fucking keep playing this weird freak fantasy of yours for all I care." You stomped to the door "I need to get to my girlfriend."

Freak. Fantasy. Girlfriend.

Oh, no.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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A kitten? A tiger (Satan)

The first time Satan called you kitten came with some...consequences. The demon didn't plan for it to go like this, how would he have known that you're so skilled in mimicry? This isn't quite NSFW, but it's HEAVILY implied, proceed with caution! I woke up this morning with an idea rattling about in my head. I'll write the NSFW continuation if it's requested.

It had been an accident...that one time.

The first time Satan had called you "kitten" was an accident on his part, he was trying to get your attention in the hallway at RAD and he knows you think you're in trouble every time you hear your full name, so he was trying to come up with something else to call you and he just- it came out!

And because he had never called you that before, because it didn't immediately register in your brain as a nickname, the filter between your brain and your mouth didn't engage, and you found yourself responding with the sweetest, most kitten like- "mrraao?"

Even Asmodeus, who you'd been chatting to about a class problem, froze as he realises what you'd done.

The same realisation wouldn't hit you until you turned and found Satan over your shoulder, until you remembered that he hasn't heard your ability to imitate cats, perfectly.

Mammon did warn you not to do that in front of the fourth born...

Satan's cheeks are bright pink, his hand over his heart as if you'd just struck him, and he didn't hear you clear your throat, all he heard was Asmo giggling as he sidled away.

"Good luck MC! Let me know if you can't walk to breakfast tomorrow."

You narrowed your eyes at Asmodeus, a shiver of excitement running up your spine as Satan seemed to get control of himself, completely forgetting what it was he needed your attention for in the first place.

His long fingers hooked just over your hip, his grip carefully controlled, firm but gentle, holding back something quietly...demonic.

His eyes are gemstones as he whispers against the shell of your ear in the quiet hallway.

"My room, straight after school. Don't you dare let my brothers steal you away."

You gulped, thanking yourself for telling Mammon you'd be staying in tonight when he'd invited you out clubbing.

Goosebumps rose where he touched you, where his breath fanned the delicate, soft skin of your neck, your ear, teasing you until you physically shivered. The demon at your back practically growled in satisfaction.

He made a show of coming around to your front, perfectly poised once again, like nothing had ever happened. He straightened your uniform, making a point to tighten your tie just a little, brushing his palm over the place his pact mark now sits.

"Don't be late, kitten."

You only breathed when he turned away, your heart pounding beyond your control as your body reacted to the memmory of Satan's restrained power, standing right beside, gripping you with just the right amount of pressure so you could never forget just what lies beneath.

Asmo may be right, you might not make it to breakfast tomorrow.

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neuroprincess · 1 year

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Hey I’m the anon who requested jjxreader! Maybe like the reader works for bau. Her and jj haye each other can’t work together etc but turns out that’s all just tension👀

Hi lovely anon, sorry for the delay, hope it's as you expected and enjoy ^^

Why do you hate me? - Jennifer Jareau/Female Reader

Jennifer Jareau/Female Reader

Classification: +18, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, bratty reader, top!JJ, rough sex, hate sex (?), fingering, oral, enemies to lovers, light punishment

Word count: +3300

Unrevised

Agent Jareau walks down the aisle of the jet, snacks and a cup of coffee in hand, this would be her breakfast on a Sunday early morning, when the entire BAU team had been called out on a case in Alaska. Frustration eating her up inside, not only that but also fatigue, the last case was closed two days before, exhaustingly long and difficult, so she barely had time to spend some quality time with the kids on what should be a few days off but criminals don't take time off and she had to call Will, her now-ex-husband, in the middle of the night so he can stay with the boys. When JJ arrives at her usual seat her tired expression turns to indignation, there, sitting exactly in her favorite spot, the new addition to the team is settled, hair slightly disheveled, wearing reading glasses and concentrating on the file folder in hand. She feels a wave of irritation as if Y/N is sitting there purposely to provoke her, it's not as if this hasn't happened before, like when Y/N openly disagreed with her in a meeting, ignored a point of view of JJ, also interrupted her, what irritated her the most was actually offering help in one of the cases even though she hadn't asked for help. But this time, she went too far by sitting in her favorite seat, strategically chosen years ago. The blonde frowns and waits for the other woman to notice her presence, which she doesn't, even as she coughs falsely and stares at her. Any remnants of calm and serenity she might have had are totally gone as she continues to stare at her. Defeated, Jennifer just sits down on the seat in front of Y/N, sighing audibly in sheer frustration at being ignored again. Then she throws the snack packets on the table, finally catching the other agent's attention.

- Hey - Y/N smiles and puts a hand between hair, taking out a wireless earphone - Bad mood, Aurora?!

Of course, JJ saw this coming, she started to be called Aurora because of her shiny blond hair and for an occasion weeks before when she slept on her shoulder during a meeting. At every opportunity Y/N uses the nickname, knowing full well how much it annoys her, she loves the "I'm going to kill you" expression she makes every time she is called that. Like the one she makes now, staring at her with a red face and dilated nostrils.

- No, I'm not in a bad mood. - JJ rolls her eyes, crossing the arms and throwing herself against the chair. - I was just trying to sit in my seat, but it seems that someone else is taking the place.

- Oh, I didn't see any names on the seat, it must have been my mistake. - the woman makes an exaggerated gesture of surprise, with a mischievous smile on her lips, then pats the seat next to her - If you like, I can reserve this place for you.

- I know you're trying to piss me off, but I'm sorry to say it won't work. - Jennifer replies sarcastically. - How can you be so annoying?

- Emily, they're fighting again! - they hear Luke shout at the brunette as he approaches, taking a seat in the chairs behind them.

- I'm just being nice. Maybe she's just not used to it. - Y/N defends herself, raising the hands in surrender.

- I don't need your niceness, thank you.

- You two are like cats and dogs, you know? - Emily comments, sitting down next to her friend, laughing as she looks at the two of them curiously - I never know what to expect when you two are together.

- True, but I guess that's the fun of it. - the newbie agent answers with a sarcastic smile, looking at JJ - It certainly adds a little excitement to the day. - and then puts the earphone back on, returning to reading the files.

- You know, it sounds like... sexual tension. - the chief whispers, pulling her face closer to the blonde's, then smiles broadly when she realizes how flushed she has become.

- Stop talking nonsense and let's concentrate on the case.

She swallows dryly trying to ignore the woman's comment, thinking how absurd it is that Emily thinks she could see Y/N this way. They hate each other and can barely stand each other's presence, Jennifer feels uncomfortable around her, a frustration with her presence, because she knows she won't come to an understanding with her and doesn't even know how to do that. In the end she attributes these feelings to Y/N's teasing attempts, her annoying personality, and how it makes her feel confused. It's a simply absurd thought. She turns to Y/N concentrating on reading, listening to something random in her earphones and biting the cap of the pen she uses to take notes. Jennifer feels something strange, a small twinge in her belly and an unfamiliar sensation running down her spine, it's something she can't control. Y/N looks, slightly, vaguely, almost attractive. She had never seen her like this, messy, so concentrated, and wearing a nice pair of glasses that bring out her best facial features. She wonders how someone so annoying can look so attractive, so she tries to dispel these thoughts when she realizes where they are going. JJ looks away and decides to turn her mind back to what really matters now, the case, so she picks up her own copy and tries to concentrate, sweeping any thoughts about under the rug.

- What the hell were you thinking? - Jareau growls opening the hotel room door for Y/N to enter, then slams the door behind them as the woman walks over to the second bed - You put yourself at unnecessary risk there, you could have hurt yourself seriously.

And is ignored by her, who just shrugs the shoulders as if she doesn't care and starts to take off the shoes, the blonde walks to an armchair in front of her, throwing herself against the furniture and sighs staring at her. Y/N rolls the eyes and finally gives her some attention, disdain in expression, she knows that throwing herself against an assassin armed with a knife was not the best idea but he was arrested, she left with just a scratch on the eyebrow, she didn't even need a medical suture, just some alcohol, pain medicine, band-aid and an appointment for tetanus vaccines.

- What are you complaining about? - she crosses the arms - I may have chosen the worst approach, but it worked, I came out practically unharmed. And you can't deny that it was a nice arrest.

- You are so childish!

- And you're very boring.

- Inconsequent!

- Shrewd!

- Petty!

- Bad-tempered. Why do you get so upset with me? Why do you hate me?

At this point the two are face to face, both exalted, inches apart, anger in their eyes dissipating in JJ's blue ones when she hears the question. She doesn't know the answer, simply doesn't have one for it, when Y/N walked through the BAU doors months ago, she picked on her from the first moment without knowing exactly why, maybe it was the annoying personality, the random conversations on the jet like Shakira's divorce, the constant bad jokes, the sarcastic replies to any comment, the mania for humming in the middle of a meeting, or even the habit of jumping to conclusions. Just like what happened in the case they just closed. Only then does she realize she is practically on top of Y/N, half leaning over the bed, staring at her expectantly for an answer to the question she has been holding in the back of her throat for weeks, and then Jareau does something she didn't expect, pushes her against the bed, and then something even more unexpected. She kisses her.

It's a shock to both of them, they're still elated and red from the little argument, mixing bitterness with gentleness, it's a bittersweet act. JJ just felt herself letting go, losing control of her own mind, as she always is around the other woman, and her body as well. All the barriers between them slowly falling down. She thinks of pulling away but before she could do that Y/N responds to the touch, hands reaching for the blonde hair deepening the kiss, merging in ardency and intensity. Tongues touch and roll, sliding inside each other as ragged breaths mingled, along with involuntary moans and intense touching. Jennifer pushes her further against the bed separating herself from her, in seconds both are naked except for the part under Y/N and JJ's fingers reach for the waistband of her pants in a hurry, ripping the piece from the woman's body along with her panties roughly, hands slide down the back of her legs and stop at the knee, opening legs further, leaving her completely exposed to her while the blonde keeps it open, squeezing her knees, staring at her pussy with thirst and desire. Excitement takes over both of them.

- I'm going to fucking ruin you. - Jennifer whispers with a serious expression on face and moves her hands to the inner part of the thighs, squeezing mercilessly - Hands above her head. Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight.

Y/N sighs in surprise at the blonde's attitude, at the same time excited, a wave of heat running through her body, wetness building up in her intimacy as she stares at her before obeying. She raises both hands above the head as she had been ordered and keeps her legs open, trying to move minimally, but it becomes an impossible task when JJ runs her mouth down the entire length of her thighs, scraping teeth, kissing and sucking the velvety skin, admiring every redness or patch of marked skin she leaves behind until she reaches Y/N's intimacy, taking her mouth to the honey pot, enjoying the taste of her excitement against the tongue. She caresses the sensitive bundle with circular strokes, which draws loud moans from the agent, she tries to keep obeying the woman but her body trembles in Jennifer's experienced hands and mouth. She hits the right places, with timing and a lusty hard-on that neither of them have ever felt before, sliding with speed and precision into the sweet spots. Not like some ex, high school sweetheart, not even with Will. It's intense, it's different, it's raw and carnal, along with months of frustration and hidden feelings.

She lets a scream die when she feels the tongue penetrate her, alternating between licking, sucking and invading her with vigor, JJ's strong hands grip her hips to keep her still, nails clenching close and leaving scratches in place, which are sure to leave marks the next day. Their eyes meet, it's a sight of the gods to have Jennifer Jareau between the legs, pleasuring her, fucking her roughly minutes after a fight over the case. After all the disdain they have shown for each other. The blonde blinks taking her mouth off Y/N's intimacy, licking her own licked lips and then biting the lower one, teasing her. This draws a moan from her, then another as JJ sucks her again, followed by many more. Y/N arches the back, the hoarse moans of her gasping breath almost muffled between the deafening beats of the heart, she knows she is close, her hands grip the sheets, she simply wants more, more and more, and when the tongue penetrates her again while the other woman sucks her greedily she finally finds freedom. With eyes closed, her breathing fast, and hands almost ripping the sheets, Y/N reaches the peak of pleasure. She moans loudly, enjoying every touch Jennifer gives her as she overcomes the orgasm she had just had.

There is a smug smile on Jennifer's lips, she faces the other sweated and ruined agent underneath her, shaking weakly, trying to pull herself together. But she feels it's not enough, not for the annoying person who made her last months a living hell, so her hands snake up to Y/N's clit, pressing and stroking slowly, making her breathe heavily again, she tries to control her moans but it's almost impossible with the merciless pace of JJ, who spares no energy in making her cum again, in less than a minute she reaches her goal. A second orgasm makes the agent's body tremble, involuntarily she closes her legs trying to regain control of her own body flooded with pleasure, she moans loudly and feels burning, watery eyes. Her body is increasingly hot and sweaty, muscles tense as she surrenders and enjoys all the pleasure that is being offered.

- So what makes you think I'm going to fuck you properly? - Jennifer whispers crawling over Y/N, brushing against her lips softly. She teases the woman as she takes her lower lip between the teeth, nibbling before leaving them, another smile forming as she stares at her with desire - You disobeyed me, but I'm going to relieve... for now.

- And if I like to be punished? - she lifts the head to face JJ, a defiant look on her face and a provocative smile on lips as she stares at her.

Jareau rolls the eyes and presses her body against her, bringing their lips together again in a hurried, sloppy kiss, then holds her by the hips tightly, lifting her onto the mattress and turns her so that she is on knees. A palm in the middle of the back positioning her correctly, JJ wants Y/N to have the legs apart and the ass lifted so that she is exposed and submissive to her. In this position she looks sexier, her curves perfectly outlined, the sight is beautiful and tempting to the woman, her gaze is full of desire admiring her beauty and submission. Just like this to get the brat under her control. Y/N is completely at her mercy and this excites her to hell.

- Ouch! - Y/N gasps as she feels the first slap being given, it hurts and she shudders, taking a deep breath without expecting the next after this one, it's stronger and the skin burns when the same hand strokes the sensitive spot, it's a mixture of pain and pleasure that makes the excitement flow between legs moistening the sheets - I think I like being punished by you - she says, voice hoarse and provocative - I'm hornier than ever, I want you inside me now. - she hums softly, looking back with eyes pulled wide with lust, her body moves with the movements of the blonde's hand, she wants more, she wants to feel inside her as soon as possible - Please, Jennifer.

- You have no right to call me that, it's Jareau, you brat. Are we clear? - JJ grabs a lock of the woman's hair, pulling back the head, bringing them closer together. Her mouth near her ear, she bites the earlobe and pulls, sending shivers down her spine - If I had a strap here, you wouldn't even be able to walk the next day. - she whispers last, not expecting to be answered.

- Yes, Jareau.

JJ pushes Y/N's head against the mattress still holding her hair, making her more prone and vulnerable with hips fully raised up. She penetrates her with ease, without pity or care she enters two fingers inside her, without giving time to get used to the stretching or the sensation she starts to move, in a fast and strong rhythm. Y/N groans loudly between sighs and strangled cries, feeling the pleasure invading her body, a twinge of pain that makes it even more interesting. JJ's hand leaves the woman's locks and finds itself on her hip again, holding her steady so she can maintain a favorable position and finds it. Her fingers slip deeper, disappearing into Y/N's desperate hole, she pulls them out completely and put them inside again in a brutal rhythm, this is maintained until the agent's body is convulsing under Jareau. Y/N's eyes widen letting out a scream as she feels the third and most intense orgasm of the night, it's pleasurable, painful and almost infamous the way it makes her feel, an explosion that brings her to tears. She spasms violently and collapses against the mattress, pulling and dragging JJ with her. The blonde lies down next to Y/N, arms pulling her to nestle there and holds her tenderly until her body relaxes overcoming this another orgasm, it was all so intense and JJ knows the woman needs this. She runs fingers through Y/N's hair, stroking the sides placing a lock behind her ear, kissing down the exposed neck. Then their lips meet in a gentle and calm kiss, slowly both their breathing calms, the newbie's skin becoming warm and relaxed, the tears drying, no longer burning. She lets out a soft sigh as their lips part slowly, as if they don't want to part. Jennifer puts her hand on Y/N's face, wiping away the trail of tears and leaves a kiss where that once belonged. Suddenly it's as if everything that had happened before has dissipated and the only thing that matters is the tight embrace they share. They let themselves go, finally surrendering to the moment.

- Aurora, so you don't hate me? - Y/N whispers, staring into the blue eyes in front of her.

- I think not, maybe Emily was right.

- About? - she raises an eyebrow, curious about what the chief could say about them besides the daily jokes.

- She said that between us there was sexual tension - JJ whispers, bringing her lips close to Y/N's again, feeling her breath - and I have to agree.

Y/N laughs softly, feeling embarrassed and blushing, hiding face behind hands, JJ also laughs and stops her from continuing to hide by holding wrists.

- Okay, I think I agree with her too, kind of, but maybe sexual tension isn't so bad. - she smiles and leaves a lingering kiss on the blonde's lips - So, does this mean we'll stop fighting? - and asks hopefully, her heart squeezing at the sight of Jennifer's smile.

- Probably, I think I'd prefer to kiss you than argue with you. Your brat mouth is of better use that way. - they nod positively in silent agreement - But as long as you stop calling me Aurora, otherwise I'll treat you like the brat you are.

- If the treatment is like the one you're giving me now, you can bet I'll keep calling you. - Y/N jokes trying to dissipate any tension that still existed between them, but it was all gone the moment their lips touched for the first time - But I promise, if you give me a kiss, I'll behave.

The blonde moves even closer to Y/N, placing a hand on her face and caressing gently. She gives her a tender kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around the naked body pulling her to lie on her naked chest, then strokes the agent's back and head, just feeling her breath against her, then the little sighs and a soft snore. Y/N is relaxed in her arms, a feeling of security after all that has happened, neither of them imagined that the teasing and tension in the workplace was nothing more than repressed desire. JJ admires the sleeping woman, running a finger over the small cut on her eyebrow gently, mentally noting that she would have to give her another " lecture" for this unnecessary carelessness, when the serial killer pulled the knife close to her face and the whole team saw red she could swear she was seriously injured. It had been an intense day anyway, her body feels tired, as does Y/N's, this one mainly because she is on pain medication, so Jareau is not surprised that she practically faints. She is about to do the same when feels the phone vibrate in her pants thrown on the corner of the bed, carefully she takes it and is surprised that it's Emily.

"Hi you! Looks like you had a good time with Y/N, your room is next door to mine, in case you forgot. If you guys would like company next time, feel free to call me ;)"

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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I have a request :) Can you make some headcanons for demon Alastor in human world who was accidentaly summoned by reader and he started developing feelings for them?

Reader haven't made a deal with Alastor yet and knows Alastor from show itself but they dont want to tell him about it. Thank you <3

Heck yeah.

Headcanons of Alastor Falling for Human S/O

Alastor X Reader

First of all, it was not intentional.

You were trying to do your first spell.

Who's gonna stop you? Not your cat, that's for sure.

And then just ☁poof☁ deer man appears

"THE FUCK!?", you shout and scramble back, tripping over your feet and falling.

Alastor is equally surprised, because he was in the middle of a good book and there was a strange shift in the air.

You lie on your back for a while, just trying to piece together HOW THE FUCK YOU DID A SUMMONING SPELL!

Deciding not to wait for you to process everything, Alastor speaks. "Excuse me, did you want something?"

Lol

Sitting up, you rub the back of your head with your eyes closed. "No? Sorry, I didn't mean to summon you-or any demon. It was not my intention tonight."

Then you open your eyes and get a good look at the demon you've accidentally summoned.

Holy shit that's Alastor!?

Now your brain is having a whole moment.

Never mind the summoning, how the fuck did I open up a portal and bring a fictional character into the 3rd dimension!?

"Um, who are you?", you ask, just wanting to make sure your brain wasn't making any of this up.

"Oh, how rude of me! My apologies, I am Alastor!"

It could be a demon with the same name?

"Radio Demon, Hell's finest radio host."

Nope, it's your animated crush. You freak out on the inside.

Honestly I'd be freaking out too.

"Um ok, nice to meet you.", you say awkwardly.

You stand up and notice he hasn't left the circle of crystals.

"Charmed, I'm sure."

"Sorry again, but can you go back home?", you ask, looking down at the crystals. "I want to try to do my spell again."

"Why of course!", he does a snap of his fingers but doesn't move. "That's odd."

"What's odd?"

"It seems that I can't leave."

And now you're stuck with a very tall demon. Good thing you live alone.

Your cat hides away from Alastor, the deer demon didn't even know you had a cat until you began searching for them.

"Where are you? Pspspspspspspsps.", you call, looking under your couch.

"What are you doing?", he asks.

"Calling for my cat."

"Hmm.. I'll have to try that with Husker."

You want to laugh so bad.

Alastor pokes at the crystal barrier, getting zapped as he does so. "Could you perhaps move one of these? I'd like to get out."

"Will you respect the house rules?", you ask.

He better.

He thinks it over for a moment or two. "Yes."

You tell him the house rules before letting him out.

Now you have a demon roommate. That is until you can figure out a way to get him back home.

The next day comes, and when you wake you find your cat sitting on your bed, staring through door.

"Glad you're back.", you mumble and pet them.

Stepping out of the room, you almost forgot about Alastor. Almost.

"Good morning!", he says with a wide smile. "I hope you had a proper rest."

"Am I still sleeping?", you ask, looking for something in the room that felt out of place.

"You're very much awake! Come sit, I've made you breakfast."

Your brain can't really grasp him in such a domestic moment, but you do as told and sit at your two person table.

~✨

You hide all the fanart and merchandise that has to do with Vivzie's work. You have to change a lot of your devices backgrounds.

Alastor and your cat do start to get along.

He asks about your radio. "What are all of these extra bits?"

"It's a record player, and a radio. It can also play CDs and cassettes.", you explain and demonstrate how to properly use it.

"Fascinating."

Sometimes when a good song is playing, he'll pull you into a dance.

He takes over the cooking most of the time.

Working on a spell? He'll help you out with it.

Unwanted house guests? Oh no, they've been spooked into leaving.

Coffee is made every morning. Tea as well if you prefer that.

One day you decide to help with the cooking.

"It's no trouble at all.", he says. "Just wait for the food."

"I'm gonna be stuck with not knowing how to make food when you leave, let me at least learn by helping."

He can't really argue with that, so he lets you help.

Let's get cookin'

Both of you end up cooking together more often and trade recipes.

Then you go grocery shopping after making sure he won't kill anyone unless its absolutely necessary.

"What if you encounter a thief?"

"Depends on what they take. I don't really care about money."

"What if someone assaults you?"

"I can take care of myself, they just have to throw the first hit."

"What about a rapist trying to lay a hand on you?"

"That one you can kill without a second thought."

You finally get to see his human disguise. Yes, he looks handsome as hell. A lot of heads turn in the grocery store when you both pass by.

There was almost a grab-by with an old woman. Thankfully you were able to move him away before she could pinch his bottom.

"Ew.", you said scrunching your nose. "Let's get the last thing and leave."

Falling in love?

I'd like to think that he'd fall for the little things.

Like when you sing, thinking you're alone. Or when you get a random spark of inspiration.

When you laugh at a corrupt person's death. And I mean laugh like it was the funniest joke you've heard. Crab rave

Your weirdness.

And the way you talk to your cat.

"I know you like fire but we can't do arson."

"Mroow.."

"I know its dumb but we live here. You can cause a fire at someone else's house."

I feel like he would wonder what you mean by that and test it out by teleporting your cat to someone's house.

"That's crazy."

"Hm?"

"On the news, someone's house caught on fire."

Cat is brought back and waltzes around the house like nothing ever happened.

"How did you get soot on your paws?", you ask after noticing the little trail your cat left behind.

You look around to see if the cat did cause a fire.

This is if you do buy merch occasionally/regularly/ or when you get the chance.

You forgot that you bought a few new pins and almost opened the package out in the open. "Oh f-", you grab the package and run to your room.

Did anyone see the Hazbin Hotel news?

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙

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teaberrii · 1 year

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Chapter Eighteen: The Mistakes We Make

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Alhaitham isn't beside you when you wake up the next morning. However, the delicious smell from the kitchen tells you exactly where your boyfriend is. When you get there, you see him making breakfast. Alhaitham is so focused on the food that he doesn't notice you standing at the kitchen door.

“Need some help, handsome?”

Alhaitham smiles. “A kiss for the chef sounds good.” So, you walk up and give him a quick peck on the lips. Then, he chuckles. “I wasn't expecting you to get up so early."

"Was this supposed to be a surprise?"

Alhaitham kisses your head. "You were supposed to wake up when I brought you your breakfast in bed.”

You laugh. “Oh, so I guess I ruined it, huh?”

Alhaitham sighs a little dramatically. “I’ll have to work faster next time.”

You eventually head back to your place for a quick shower. When you return to Alhaitham’s apartment, you see the table set and your breakfast ready for you on the table. As you and Alhaitham eat together, he tells you about the conversation with Thoma at the police station in detail.

"That reporter is out of his mind," you mutter. "That aside... I can't believe Thoma still hasn't told Ayato about what really happened. Maybe there's a possibility that love doesn’t have anything to do with the curse. Could the secret be enough to break it?"

“Assuming that a secret can break the curse”—Alhaitham looks you in the eyes—“would that mean there’s one between us?”

You put your elbows on the table and stare at him. "It's time to spill the beans, Catman. What are you hiding from me?"

Alhaitham chuckles. “I… don’t think I’m hiding anything.”

“No secrets?”

“None.” He leans closer. “What would you like to know?”

“...Well, what about your parents? You know about mine, but I don’t know much about yours.”

“Well, as you know, both of them are still overseas,” Alhaitham says. “They used to come and go, but they moved permanently when my mother got a promotion."

"You didn't want to go with them?"

"I was still building a career at Akademiya then. It wouldn't have made sense for me to move and start fresh when everything was going well for me here."

You nod. "How long have they been abroad?"

"At least four years now." Alhaitham slightly smiles. "My parents are very career-oriented people… and they didn't want children."

“...Really? What made them change their minds?”

“They came to a compromise with my grandfather. He was the one who wanted them to have three children, but they settled on one.”

"I guess it's good they came to a compromise."

"I thought so, too. But... there are some things that I don't believe should be compromised. They were away a lot, and it was not until I was older that I got to spend more time with them. But even then, I never thought it was enough."

"...You must've been lonely."

"...Which is why, despite what I might say, I am thankful to Kaveh."

You smile. "Well, your parents must have incredible parenting skills. Or"—you chuckle—"are you a result of Kaveh's efforts?"

"No," Alhaitham says flatly, and you laugh. "Raising children is in a league of its own.”

“I’ll say.” You look at Alhaitham. “Since we’re on this topic… have you thought about having kids and starting a family after things didn’t work out with your ex?”

“I haven’t seriously thought about it,” Alhaitham admits. “But, this decision isn’t mine alone.” He looks you in the eyes. “It would be ours.”

“I think you know my answer."

Alhaitham smiles. "Then, you should know mine. I chose you for you, not because of anything else."

You laugh. “As romantic as that may sound, it seems like the curse chose me for you.”

“It was because of it that I met you. Perhaps we would’ve met under different circumstances, but surely our fated meeting is one for the books.”

“Oh, definitely. A clueless, defenceless woman kisses an innocent cat who turns into a shirtless, handsome man on your bed. What a fantasy.”

Alhaitham slightly raises a brow. “You thought I was handsome when we first met?”

“Erm… well…”

His smile turns into a slight smirk. “Because I thought you were attractive.”

You almost spit out your water. So, in other words, he thought you were hot. “Riiight. Me in pyjamas and holding a slipper, ready to end your life. Very attractive.”

“Beauty is subjective, is it not?”

“We’re getting off-topic, sir.”

“Pardon me. Shall we get back on track?”

You clear your throat. “Well… I can’t think of anything else I’d like to know.”

“...Then, may I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“...May I know about your ex?”

Ah.

“What would you like to know?” you ask.

“Was he an inspiration for the initial relationship between the characters in Love in the Spotlight?”

Well, that’s one question you definitely aren’t expecting, but you welcome the thoughtfulness.

“You’re very observant,” you say, crossing one leg over the other. “You’re right.”

“...What was the story behind it?”

You smile slightly. "If I'm going to talk about him, I should start even before we got together since… that's where the true inspiration for the characters began."

Alhaitham nods.

“...Because of what my mother was going through after my father’s death, she didn’t have the energy to really look after me when I was young. And... if only I was more mature, I wouldn't have made such stupid decisions."

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” Alhaitham says. “We were all young once.”

"I suppose... but I was in a different league." You force a little smile. "I started getting influenced by a lot of the shows and movies I watched. This would’ve been okay… if I could distinguish fantasy from reality. You can’t achieve anything by luck alone. Boys aren’t going to like you because you act cute or you have a ditzy personality. Not the good ones, anyway.

“I used to think that if I acted like the main characters I saw on TV, my life would be like theirs. Things would just fall into place for me at the end. My friends would always be there for me. I would get the guy at the end. It took a hard slap to the face for me to realize that is definitely not the case." You sigh. "I was the one who liked my ex first. He was popular, and I was a quiet bookworm, I guess. And, well, you know how the story goes in dramas… but… reality was much different.” A small pause. “He took advantage of me.”

“...Don’t tell me he—”

“It… wasn’t like that,” you say quietly. “Not exactly, at least.” You take a small breath. “At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but… in a little under a year, he started to change. I kept making excuses for him since I thought things would work out in the end until...

“...Until?”

You stiffen.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

When your boyfriend had said he wanted you to come to hang out at his house, you weren’t expecting him to suddenly lock the door.

His predatory red eyes landed on you. “There’s a reason I called you here, babe.”

“I thought we were just going to hang out and grab some food.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smile quickly returned. As he walked toward you, your mind was telling you to run, but there was still a small part of you that kept giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“It’s been a while since we last had sex, don’t you think?” His touch on your cheek made you step back. He slightly pouted. “You don’t want to?”

No, you didn’t. Not now, at least.

“...I’m sorry I haven’t been answering your messages," he continued. "You know that I’ve been busy with that internship I told you about. It’s competitive out there.” He took another step. “We finally have some alone time.” When you still said nothing, he sighed. “Okay, fine. I’m not going to force you.”

“...Are you upset?” you asked as he turned around.

He looked over his shoulder. “Of course I am. The one chance I get to spend some quality time with my girlfriend, and… she rejects me.” He turned around and gave you a sad, little smile. "I really missed you, you know. I always thought about you when things got rough at work. I managed to endure whatever came at me."

After a small silence, you asked, “Will… will it be quick?”

The small smirk was gone as quickly as it came. "...Of course, babe."

To this day, you still can’t believe how stupid you were.

“It… wasn’t even me who made the decision to break up with him,” you say. “It was when I met Dehya. She was the one who really snapped me out of it.”

“...Was this also when you met Candace?”

You nod. “I was quite surprised they gave me such serious but harsh advice. It felt like a slap to the face, but it was awfully refreshing since all I’ve ever gotten from my friends were half-hearted talks.”

“It's very important to have good people around you, especially when you’re young.”

“Agreed. It was also after the breakup that my mother and I finally got our lives back on track.”

“Was this also why you got into screenwriting? To create good role models for young women?”

“Yes. It wasn’t until I got out of that relationship that I started piecing together why I made the decisions that I did."

“It’s an inspiring story," Alhaitham says with a small smile. "You really turned a terrible experience into something positive. Not everyone can do that.”

You smile back. “At least I got good money out of it.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “That is also another way to look at it.”

◆◆◆

Even though it’s the weekend, Childe is driving to work on a shoot with Ayato. However, Childe can’t stop thinking about the conversation with you. Familial love. Will that really break his curse? But why would it start now? Since that day, he still hasn’t spoken to his parents. His mother also stopped trying to contact him. Childe sighs as he remembers what he said to her that night.

“I don’t need parents like you.”

They have their fair share of problems, but Childe has never said something that harsh. Is that what triggered it? That one sentence?

Childe’s phone goes off, and just as the car rolls to a stop at a red light, he pulls it out and sees it’s an update from his colleague at work. Then, he looks down and sees the conversation between him and Lumine from yesterday night.

There’s something I want to show you.

He doesn't want to overthink anymore. If this curse brought you and Alhaitham together, maybe it would be the same for him.

Childe pulls into the parking lot and sees some of his colleagues sitting with a bunch of camera equipment.

It looks like Ayato isn’t here yet.

Childe parks the car and gets out. As he walks towards his colleagues, he’s about to say hi when he overhears a bit of their conversation.

“I’ve been thinking about that, too! Is it really true that Ayato’s been turning down lead roles? Why would he do that?”

“Who knows? Maybe he doesn’t have the confidence for one. All he’s been doing are minor roles and commercials, anyway. He doesn’t have a lot of experience.”

“But he has the looks. I’ve seen the comments online. A lot of his fans want him in a lead role.”

"Yeah, well, looks can only get you so far. If he doesn't get a better role soon, he's digging himself into a rut, in my opinion."

“Hey.” His colleagues turn around and see Childe smiling at them. “Ayato will be here soon. Shouldn’t we get ready?”

“...Ah, yeah.”

Childe slides a hand inside his pocket. People are so quick to judge when it's not their problem.

◆◆◆

Lumine blinks once. Twice. Three times.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Aether asks.

“Why… are you dressed like that?”

“Dressed like what?”

It’s the first time Lumine is seeing his brother dressed so… nicely. Fashionable almost. She has only seen him wear the same three types of casual shirts. But this time, he’s in a tight-fitting white shirt and a black street jacket.

“Are you going somewhere?” Lumine asks.

“...No.”

Lumine rolls her eyes. “You suck at lying, you know.” She leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms. “Is it Ayaka? Are you taking her on a date?”

“What! No! I—”

“You’re blushing!”

Aether quickly covers his cheeks with his hands. “No, I’m not!”

Lumine sighs. “Alright, lover boy, just make sure to have her back at a reasonable time.”

“Are you her mom?”

“She just got out of the hospital, didn’t she?”

“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe.”

“...Why do I sense it’ll be the other way around. But okay.”

As Aether puts on his shoes, he says, “I saw you working on something the other night. What was it? It looked pretty interesting.”

Lumine still hasn’t told anyone that she accepted her teacher’s offer on the competition, but while she’s been constantly drawing, she’s been throwing away all of her designs. None of them felt right.

“It’s nothing,” she says. “I’ve just been drawing in my free time.”

Aether stands and frowns. “You say I’m bad at lying, but you’re the same. What’s going on?”

“If I tell you now, you’re going to be late for your date. You wouldn’t want to make a bad impression.”

“...Fine. I don't know what's going on, but I still want to say this."

"I'm listening."

"You're a perfectionist. Stop being so hard on yourself."

Lumine chuckles. “Didn’t expect to hear such wise words from you, Aether.”

“I try to make you feel better, and here you are making me feel like an idiot.”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!”

Aether smiles and opens the door. “Well, see ya!”

Once Aether leaves, Lumine walks back to her room. Maybe it won’t hurt to get some advice from others about what she has so far. Her mother is out with friends for the day. You’re probably spending the day with Alhaitham. Then, she thinks of Kaeya and Childe. Kaeya’s in a similar field, so of course it won’t hurt to get feedback from him but…

Lumine opens her phone and sees her conversation with Childe from yesterday night.

Childe: I already told your sister you’re coming with me to Zhongli’s wedding… so no take-backs. (¬‿¬)

You’re not five years old.

Childe: Always a kid at heart.

Their conversation goes on for a little while before Childe brings up another strange question.

Childe: …If I told you people can turn into cats, would you believe me?

Are you drunk?

Childe: I’m not. 100% sober.

That just makes it even more suspicious, but okay.

Childe: There’s something I want to show you.

Well, whatever Childe wants to show her, it apparently has to wait until the evening. Lumine puts her phone away and turns on her computer. Hopefully, drawing will take her mind off things.

◆◆◆

“Aether!”

Aether immediately gets up when he sees Ayaka running toward him. It’s his first time seeing her in something other than a hospital gown, and he can already hear his heart hammering in his chest.

“Did you wait long?” she asks.

“Nah, just got here!”

Well, he got here fifteen minutes early, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“So, um, my sister might have found out that we’re together today,” Aether says.

“My brother found out, too.”

“Really? And he doesn’t mind?”

“I don’t think so. He just told me to be careful.”

“Hopefully, that wasn’t about me,” Aether jokes.

Ayaka smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “No, it wasn’t. Don’t worry.”

“Is something wrong?”

“...Ah, it’s nothing. I just think he worries a little too much.”

Aether almost takes her hand but stops himself before doing so. “It might be because you just got out.” He scratches his head. “If my sisters were in the same situation, I probably would be, too.”

“I told him I'll be careful. It’s just… I wish he didn’t treat me like I was going to break.”

“You’re going out?”

“It’s only for a little while,” Ayaka said, putting her little messenger bag over her head. “I’ll be with Aether.”

“Where is he taking you?”

Ayaka turned around. “...The amusement park.”

“...Amusement park? It’s only been a few days since you got discharged. It’s a little fast to be going somewhere like that, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be fine. I have my medication with me, and the doctors said it’s fine if I do some light exercise.”

Ayato crossed his arms. “Going to the amusement park seems a little much if all you want is some light exercise.”

Ayaka frowned. “I’ve been sitting at home for the past few days.”

“School starts for you soon. You—”

“I know,” Ayaka said, sounding more peeved than she actually is. “So, I want to go out and have some fun with a friend. Is that too much to ask?”

Once they got their tickets and enter the amusement park, Aether hears someone call Ayaka’s name. However, Ayaka doesn’t look too happy.

“What are you doing here?” one of the girls exclaims.

The other girl looks at Aether. “Who’s he?”

“My friend,” Ayaka answers.

“Why’d you bring her to a place like this?”

Aether is a little baffled at the question. What is that supposed to mean?

“Don’t you know she has heart problems?”

Aether frowns. “And are you telling me this because you’re worried about her or what?”

Now, it’s time for the girls to look baffled.

“Of… of course we’re worried.”

“Well, that isn’t what it sounds like,” Aether says flatly. He takes Ayaka’s hand and looks at her. “Let’s go.”

Aether doesn’t know he’s still holding her hand until Ayaka stops him a distance away. Then, he quickly pulls his hand back and awkwardly looks away.

“I never expected you’d do something like that,” Ayaka says.

“...Kinda out of character, huh?” Aether sighs. “Maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t get a good vibe from them. Who were they, anyway?”

“...My classmates.” Ayaka smiles at him. “Let’s forget about them. We came here to have fun.”

Aether smiles back. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Then, she surprisingly takes his hand.

◆◆◆

“...And cut!”

There’s a collective sigh as everyone starts to relax.

“Great work, everyone!”

It's nearly late afternoon when filming finally wraps up and the crew starts putting away the equipment. Childe is helping out when he suddenly hears, "Need some help?"

He looks over his shoulder and sees Ayato. “You’re the star of the show. I couldn’t ask you to do something like this, can I?”

“Oh, but you can. I don't mind doing some manual labour.”

So, Ayato starts helping Childe put away the camera equipment.

“...By the way,” Childe begins quietly, “What do you think about the theory that love might be the key to breaking our curse?”

Ayato doesn’t want to admit that he’s been doing a little self-reflection since the argument with Thoma. Is Ayato using his curse as an excuse? He isn’t, right?

“...Who knows?”

“Sounds like you don’t wish that’s the case.”

Ayato folds a stand together and hands it to him. “It’s very abstract,” he says. “...It’s not really clear what we should do.”

“I see your point.”

“...But then again…” Childe turns to him just as Ayato says, “Perhaps this is what it’s meant to be."

"Well, if you ask me, I think I'd like a curse that comes with a grimoire."

Then, Ayato’s phone suddenly goes off. As Childe turns away to finish packing the rest of the equipment, he suddenly hears Ayato say, “I’ll be right there.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s Ayaka,” Ayato says urgently. “She’s in the hospital."

Chapter Nineteen

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jameui · 2 years

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THE END

PAIRING: Choi Yeonjun x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst

WARNING: a rather finale, a bittersweet ending

You found yourself laughing at the works you have worked on these past few years, hearing a chuckle at your front door that took your attention as you moved your eyes towards its direction to see Yeonjun who had his side leaning on the door frame with a proud smile riding on his lips. You gasped and got out of your bed as fast as you can to run to him, the blonde male pulling himself away from where he leant opening his arms as you threw yourself into him and let yourself get engulfed by the warmth his body gave off. "You look so happy, Y/N. Mind if I ask what's it about?" He asks you out of curiosity, his inner cat waking up so early in the morning.

You laughed at Yeonjun and lifted your head up to look at Yeonjun, your sparkling E/C orbs making contact with his, the other male giving you another smile. "Remember when I told you I used to post my imaginative fanfictions on a social platform?" You questioned him, the yellow haired male almost forgetting all about it before a memory popped up in his head, nodding in reply. "Well, I might have actually bought ourselves a ticket down memory lane." You told him, Yeonjun widening his eyes before shaking you in an encouraging manner.

Yeonjun was the most proud of you when he knew about your career in the past. He can't actually call it a career, more like a hobby and made anyone who had their eyes on your works happy and it received so much hype that you continued to do all these things that you have wanted to do for so long. Yeonjun once pushed you to get back on track, but you told yourself that it was already in your past and that everyone have already forgotten about you and maybe even your works. Although, the truth is that they haven't and actually felt a little bit down that they haven't heard from you since then.

Besides, you already grew up into becoming a mature adult and already moved on from your past. You just seem to not be bothered anymore by the attention, but deep inside you you knew you missed the people you met unexpectedly only because of this hobby you initially planned as a work to pass time. You really miss the communication and relationship you created in that community. This might all seem so bad, but you have more good things to focus on more. You were already working, sustaining a family you will one day have with Yeonjun when the time finally comes where the both of you becomes ready to become a parent. For now, you settled at becoming fur parents, having one Golden Retriever, you named Skye and one Pomeranian, Yeonjun named as Jammy.

Back to the present, Yeonjun plants a kiss on your cheek as you giggled at the contact of his soft plump lips on your face. "Well, are you going to show me, babe?" He raised you a brow, while you pretend to think about it. Yeonjun rolled his eyes before lifting you up, emitting a squeal from you all the while laughing, then placing you down on the bed, Yeonjun hovering above you. "Show me, darling."

You scoffed at him, sighing with a nod of your head. "Just so you know, I was an amateur writer and basically didn't know a thing back then compared to now." You told him, Yeonjun vigorously nodding his head happily. You chuckled at his cute actions, his hair bouncing along with him. You passed to him your laptop, leaving him with it,, remembering that Yeonjun had just came home from travel and probably hasn't eaten yet, so you made your way to the kitchen to cook him breakfast.

A few minutes in and you hear footsteps coming down the stairs as you were frying the the eggs and saw Yeonjun with tears in his eyes, your eyes going wide as saucers as you turned the stove off and made your way to Yeonjun. "Oh my goodness, Yeonjun. Why are you crying? Did you hurt yourself again? I told you to be careful." You tut your tongue wiping the tears from off his face.

"I didn't.. hurt myself. You just really had to end it like that?" Yeonjun asked you covering his eyes with his forearm, making you laugh at him, then hugging him upon assured that he wasn't hurt. "Why are you laughing?" Yeonjun sobbed, only delievering more laughters from you.

"I'm just... glad."

Later on that night, when it was already bed time, you tucked yourself in bed after having just read your one last letter to all your readers before you left, not wanting to have them wait for more updates from you only to know that the blogger, you had already left this on its own to grow. With a smile on your face and contented heart, you closed your eyes for the day as you drift off to dreamland.

GOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, EVENING, MIDNIGHT, MIDNOON TO YOU ALL MY DEARIES! So, I as I have said before I may not be updating as much anymore as I have already started to... well, find things that should be considered as top priority. Just so you all now, I started writing stories when I was still very young. Maybe at the age of 11? Anyways, back then, I only wrote on papers and shared them with my brother for him to read and you know, looking at it now, I could pretty much say there have been a lot of improvement based on the style of writing and the language I use.

I stopped for a while on my writings until I had turned 14. During that long pause, I actually thought 'Hmm, maybe writing isn't for me', but I found myself surrounded with people who loved my works and actually pushed me to do more and then maybe I can grow.

And fortunate enough, I did. I started on wattpad, not a promotion, but unless... ANYWAYSS! On that platform, I found people who I treated as family and I want to use this opportunity although they might not be able to see this, but thank you! Thank you for being one of the reasons for me to move forward ❤️

And by the time my account grew, I started to think there are still a lot of people who haven't seen my work and so I decided to put on a show in Tumblr. That's where I am now. My reasoning may have been selfish, but hear me out. I wanted to show my works to a lot of people as a way of encouraging them and inspiring them and become a good example of growth. You know, I literally started from the bottom and look at where I am now? So, I thank all of you for it, my wonderful, beautiful, pretty, absolutely, handsome readers. If It weren't for all of you, all of this wouldn't have happened. It completely feels to me like a real dream come true. Skye and Jameui would be nothing if it weren for you dearies.

So, thank you. All of you, really. For now, as of the moment, this is Jameui, Skye, Hyujin, a friend, signing off.

#x male reader #male reader #bxb #fanfiction #idol x male reader #bottom male reader #kpop #angsty #txt yeonjun x male reader #txt x male reader #final message #kpop x male reader

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pbandjesse · 11 months

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I do not know what but my leg is hurting very much. It started yesterday and it hasn't improved. Even with James trying to squeeze and massage it. Hopefully I just like twisted something weird and I'll be okay soon. Cause it's really uncomfortable.

But today was a nice day. And it's Jess's birthday! She finally joined me in being in her thirties. And she got the flowers we sent her! Poster above, they are shaped like a cat and we though they were hilarious.

I slept alright last night. And felt a little better this morning. James had loaded up the car already. I was slow to start. But got myself together and we headed out.

We beat the rain. But it would be on and off all day. And after we got breakfast James helped me set up my table.

The pavilion was all wet but Ann had worked hard on brushing the water away with the broom. But I wouldn't notice a new puddle showed up under my chair and the whole bottom of my dress got soaked and it kept sticking to my legs and it was cold and terrible. I would survive but only barely.

Callie was at the market today working for Helen. It was so fun having a friend there. And it wasn't a terrible day. I made my break even sale goal, but it was slow. The rain didn't help I'm sure. But there were good waves of people.

And I had fun. Sewing. People watching. Chatting with CJ. I had my two little friends come and I showed them how to sew and let them work on some of my keychain bears. I will be redoing them but it was fun to let them do it.

I did have a slightly stressful interaction with some kids who wanted to buy keychains and their parents said yes but then wanted me to change the pins to keychains and I did but then the kids changed their minds and had meltdowns about wanting pins still. There was a lot of screaming?? But it was fine. I am glad they liked my stuff.

It started storming really hard and it got really loud for a while. But it would calm down again. And as 1 came around we started packing up. And then it started raining again and I got all wet carrying everything to the car. Ah well. It wasn't to bad.

I went and said goodbye to James. And then I went home.

When I got back here I would collect my dried flowers and put some new ones in my books. Callie let me keep some that fell on the group. And had my leftover chipotle from last night.

I got changed and laid down. And would eventually fall asleep.

I woke up when James came in. I told them to wake me up for real when they got done in the shower. And I would take my time getting myself together. James had two podcasts to do today. And once I was up and dressed I left.

I drove out to joann's to buy yarn. They didn't have the colors I wanted but I got black and that's fine. I went to savers next and had a weird interaction when I asked to get by someone and they were really rude. They were blocking the whole aisle and I waited a little but they weren't moving so I asked politely to get by and they made a fuss backing up to make room and then said I should have gone down a different aisle??? No?? You don't own the whole store?? It out a bad taste in my mouth. I hadn't had my headphones in but I would put them on now because I didn't want to hear nasty people anymore.

I would end up finding two more skeins of yarn that were brand new and the brand I like. $3 a piece! So I was very pleased. And I found a little white towel rack (?) That was only $2 and I am going to use as camp and I was very pleased. And older lady, as I was leaving the store, told me it was a really cool find!

I checked out and went over to the goodwill. There I found a dress for the Ren fair. And had a nice conversation with the woman at the counter. She thought using the dress for the Ren fair was a great idea.

In the car I decided I wanted a pretzel. But the Towson mall was closing soon. So instead I drove out to white Marsh mall. And got a piece of pizza and a pretzel and walked around the mall for an hour. Smelling all the lotions at bath and body works. Looking at the jewelry and makeup at Claire's. Enjoying that goth fashion is back at hot topic. It was fun.

At 730 I went home. Getting back here at 8. As James was finishing their podcast. While they did that I played with making my Ren fair outfits. And soon would go and take a shower.

Me and James have been hanging out in bed since then. I am cozy and happy.

And tomorrow is the first day of camp!! I'm excited. I hope it's a good day and everything goes smoothly. Wish us luck. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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fakeloveaskblog · 1 year

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(Hi, me again. Awwwwwwwwww! I’m so happy for Remy. I’m glad their happy. Anyway here’s an ask for Virgil because it’s been a while since I’ve spoke to him.)

Hello Virgil, how are you? Did you miss me? How’s your cat?

Glow Eyes

"And what's this little beauties name?"

"Uh it's just Bela. Nothing cool"

"I think Bela sounds marvelous"

You floated into Virgil's apartment and was immediately hit by the smell. There wasn't any stench of rotten food left. It almost looked clean for the first time in months. Except for cat toys being scattered here and there.

A man you didn't know was hunching down in front of the tiny cat. His hair was long and parted into braids, same as his beard. He leant forward and dangled one of his braids so Bela could jump up on her back paws and play with his hair. His smile shone like the sun illuminating laugh lines next to his eyes.

Virgil sat beside the man with his eyes staring wide and with a nervous smile. His hair had started to grow a bit making bits of purple dyed hair fall down in front of his eyes.

Even so he turned to look at you almost as soon as you got into the room. He didn't say anything. He just got up and grabbed you by the back of your ghost neck and carried you out into the kitchen as if you were a misbehaving cat.

You only got a word out before he whispered "Hi to you too! Not right now though! B! U! S! Y! Bye Ghost!!"

He put you in the microwave and put it on half temperature before leaving the kitchen. You spun around in the microwave for a while before realizing he wouldn't be letting you out any time soon and even though you could easily phase through solid matter you, as the well mannered ghost you are, decided to leave and come back tomorrow instead.

When you returned the next morning Virgil was watching a ghost hunting show while eating cereal. He'd filled up Bela's bowl right before so they could breakfast together.

Finally you got to say your message. He rolled his eyes when you asked if he'd missed you before chuckling a little.

"Guess I'm doing fine....Some of the regulars at the park I go to with Bela have started trying to talk to me which is really nerve wrecking and annoying....but also nice I guess....Uhm he- The guy you saw yesterday wasn't from the park. He was just like he was- Why Am I even explaining this to you!? I'm a grown man. I can do whatever the hell I want"

He grabbed a pillow and was about to throw it at you, even though he knew it would just go through you. Before lowering his arm again because he remembered that Bela would probably get startled if he threw anything and he didn't want to see her scared.

"Don't worry I'm not planning on dating like annnyyyy time soon. We both agreed it was just a one night thing. I've already deleted his number and all that. And honestly" He was fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie "I was really fucking anxious about just this. I really don't wanna hurt anyone again. I have never even considered dating again. Like...if it's not Remy I don't...I can't picture it in my mind. It just feels so wrong"

A loud gawking meow came from Bela as she climbed up on the sofa and started to jump to bite Virgil's finger. He patted her behind one of her big floofy ears before wagging his hand around to let her play.

She had gotten quite good at telling when her papa was feeling bad by now. She'd also gotten quite good at knowing that her papa would feel better again if she got his attention.

"Obviously I'm missing Remy like 24/7. Like so fucking much. But...I dunno how to explain...It's like...I'm not surprised that I'm still alive without them anymore y'know? It felt like if they were gone the sun would just stop rising and I would turn into fucking dust but it hasn't happened y'know?"

Bela started to gnaw at the sleeve of his hoodie. It already had a few holes because of her but Virgil didn't mind.

"I still can't imagine Not missing them but I could never imagine being with anyone but them either so" He pouted a little before sighing "Guess I have to hope for the future or whatever fucking shit balls fuck shit happens"

You felt a slight tug at your ghostly form as if someone was trying to summon you. It didn't feel like an emergency but you could smell the faint signs of something ratlike. It probably wouldn't be too bad if you wanted to stay with Virgil for a while but you could also go check it out.

#fyi i did not plan to have the jan nd remy intimate scene nd viv getting some good time scene back to back #it just happened #valentines day magic i guess #thanks for the ask C:#virgil sanders #glow eyes

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hebescus · 2 years

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dunno if you still still take fic requests but if you do, pls write a fic with light and L having an intense contest over wordle. love your work and your blog btw :))

Hi!! Nope I don't really open fic recs but I'll do them if I can, and this one looks fun to do. Sorry it takes a while! Idk if this 100% fits the prompt but I tried 😅

AU where everything is fine, the year is 2022 (I imagine them being middle aged during this time..with their canon ages, but honestly it's up to you, I don't specify), the two lives together with a cat, and L has a secret social media account. Doesn't not stop them from being competitive as ever. I put this in my short fic collection on AO3.

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Mornings had been fine. Light wakes up quite early, takes a shower and dresses up, has his breakfast and coffee in the kitchen with a furry ball of a scrunkly black cat that resembles another occupant of the house rubbing his body on Light's legs, then he's ready for work. Of course he's not alone, he has a human sized scrunkly black haired creature perching on the opposite side of the bed and counter in each of those mornings. It's Light's favorite time of the day and he knows it's L's too. Two morning people basking in each other's presence, their plates illuminated by the golden sun from the window, a peaceful wispy air to prepare themself for whatever day that might come…

Yeah, all peaceful and shit before L discovered Wordle — "Light-kun, Mello and Matt are currently fussing about this Wordle thing on Twitter. I wonder what that is." — and thought it was a good idea for them to try it. And make it a competition. Because of course they do. They're Light and L, but like—

"What do you start with?" Light tends to be more curious on L's starter than the other way around. They're not the 'ADIEU' or 'IRATE' users, duh, that's for losers and cowards, they're better than that. Usually they just use a convenient word that pops in their enormous brains, sometimes things from the surrounding at the moment. But the other day, the little shit won first try with the word 'MOIST' resulting in a very heated silent treatment — over the years, the sulking habit got a little bit infectious — from Light for the rest of the day.

Oh and that one time Light wrote his own name and resulted in the same accomplishment. His partner cursed him as "narcissistic asshole" (hypocrite) and talked shit about him to the cat with a cooing baby voice everytime Light was within earshot.

Luckily, their competition only consists of who is faster so far. It would be embarrassing, a shameful mistake, a cruel stab of pride for them out of all people to lose even one Wordle strike. What do you mean New York Times is better, smarter than them? No way.

"Scone."

"Oh really?" Light rolled his eyes.

"You?"

"Cases."

"Boring."

"Shut up. What does it matter anyway?"

Light squints at the yellow 'E', and carefully ponders before he writes down a new word. Still a yellow 'E', but at least there's another yellow 'R'. He can feel the piercing glance of L's as his lips pulled into a tiny smile. He hasn't got it yet.

He got an 'E' for his first guess but I don't know if it's green. He still has the chances of guessing the letter 'O' and 'N' which I didn't have earlier but it seems like he doesn't get anything yet in the second row. Should I try using the letters he used? No, knowing him he would probably get at least something but I can't quite see it in his face. I have one vowel left to use, too. I should be careful. But the letter 'N' is not impossible….no. Let's try this first. He typed in a word.

Fuck. Nothing.

For the first time since the day they started playing the game, Light feels stupid. Well- not stupid, Light Yagami is never stupid. There's just a fear of defeat as his gaze ghost on the determined expression of L's. Think fast, Yagami. You can't lose against L and this stupid game. Even though L looks ten times more attractive when with deep focus on his face, thumb toying with his lip— fuck. Okay. No. Stop!

By the time they type in the first letter of the fourth row, the coffee is almost gone cold at this point, and the cat is only a few steps away from snatching the half eaten scones in L's plate. His partner's eyebrows — or the place where there should be eyebrows — furrowed, and Light himself is mumbling as he cards through his inner dictionary.

"How's it going, Light-kun?"

"Good."

"Are you?"

Light's head tilts up when he gets a green 'V'. A word snapped into his head all of the sudden. He waits until L writes down his own word, hiding a grin when he sees that familiar sulky look accompanied by a flash of shock. That's it.

'NERVE'

This is it, for the first time L lost, and Light wins- Light's grin falls the moment the letters reveal themselves—

'VERVE'

"What…"

Heat spread across his cheeks as he read the answer. Deep breath, yagami, deep breath. It's just a Wordle, it's just a silly online game it's not a big deal, right? L—

That little shit.

"Ah. I thought about answering this one but also thought it didn't make sense…"

"It doesn't! There's two 'V's and two 'E's what is wrong with them?" Light bursts at last. Okay, well, at least they both lose their strike.

"I know right, that's unexpected."

"Yeah!"

"This is embarrassing."

"Should've been you who bought it instead of the New York Times. I fucking hate them," Light huffs, frowning as he circles the counter and cleans his dirty dishes on the sink.

"You didn't propose the idea earlier, now I want to see what I can do."

"I was kidding, god's sake."

"I know. Next time, you're hacking them."

"You know what I'm fucking tempted."

"Light-kun's been cursing like a hundred times and it's only seven in the morning."

"I'm pissed," Light says, wiping his hand on a napkin. "And I'm going to be late."

"Leaving now?"

"Yeah, I'll be having a bad day." Light moves away from the kitchen, still wearing a sour look as he fetches a bag from the living room.

"Goodbye," L says, mouth full of the unfinished scone that managed to survive from prying paws. Light enters the kitchen once more and plants a quick kiss on the other's messy hair, his face tickled by the strands. "Hope your coworkers don't know that their Yagami is losing on Wordle."

"I hope the world knows their greatest detective is losing on it too!" It's the last thing he says before the door is slammed shut.

Mornings…are not always fine.

#my lawlight writing skill is fading i'm sorry 😔✌#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #my fic #enjoy anon #whoa someone talk to me #i know they're smarter than this and i don't show the words they put in but HEY #that's because I. the writer. is fucking bad at wordle!#i cant even manage myself how am i suppose to make smart people doing it?

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talesofesther · 3 years

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Liquid courage

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A drunk kiss happens. One person forgot about it and the other doesn't know how to act around them anymore.

A/N: For what's worth, I don't think this is one of my best works, so read at your own risk hahaha.

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The blasting music and the blinking lights of the nightclub felt like only a blurred image on Bucky's mind right now, even though he was inside the said club.

The only thing he could focus on was her. She was so close to him that it made a shiver run through his body. The hand Bucky was using to hold his half-empty cup of beer was slightly shaking, because just a moment ago they were talking normally like they always do. But now Y/N was holding onto his arm, with a faint smile on her lips and hazy eyes looking at Bucky like he was... Everything.

Bucky couldn't breathe, let alone move.

'It will be good for you to go out a little' Sam had said.

'And Y/N will be there, I know you have a soft spot for her' Sam had said.

And at first, it didn't feel like a bad idea, Bucky was trying to reintegrate himself into society, a simple party might help.

But now he was panicking and reconsidering his life choices. Because Y/N was moving closer, and Bucky's heart was racing.

Her lips were soft against his, gentle. Despite his surprise and nervousness, Bucky found himself leaning towards her, and pressing his lips more firmly on hers. How was he supposed not to? She was intoxicating.

But it didn't last long, it was nothing more than a tender peck on the lips.

When she pulled back, Bucky sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes moving from her lips to her eyes. Just now he noticed that he had moved a hand to rest casually on her waist, it felt good.

He knew she was drunk, though. By the way she was talking and by the faint smell of liquor on her breath. It left him wondering if she knew what she was doing, if she even meant it.

For some reason, the thought of this being nothing more than a drunken mistake made Bucky's heart clench.

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The next morning he had his answer.

Three knocks on Y/N's door and a minute later he was met with that same smile from last night, although now it looked a little more pained. Bucky gave her a pitiful smile of his own as he entered her apartment.

As per usual, they would have breakfast together. It was routine now, but the first time that Y/N invited him over, Bucky felt butterflies on his stomach and a slight blush coming to his cheeks. Today it was on her house again, so here he was, it's the part of the day he looks forward to the most. And he'd be lying if he said his mood throughout the day hasn't improved lately, since they started hanging out more.

"I figured you would be like this, here" Bucky handed her a pill to help with the headache he was sure she had.

"Oh you're an angel, Buck" Y/N grabbed the pill, gave Bucky a quick kiss on his cheek as thanks, and walked to her kitchen.

It wasn't the first time she had kissed him like that, but now it only made him remember how those same lips felt against his own last night. Bucky gripped at the end of his jacket, looking at the direction Y/N had disappeared into with a longing look in his eyes.

An impatient 'meow' and the feeling of something fluffy rubbing against his leg made Bucky focus on the present again. He looked down and met the green eyes of Y/N's cat. "Hello to you too".

Bucky picked up the bundle of fur and scratched the spot behind the cat's ears. She started purring and Bucky couldn't help but smile. He loved this cat, almost as much as he loved its owner.

"That little brat woke me up way too early this morning. She doesn't deserve the love" Y/N came back from the kitchen and glared at the cat lying in Bucky's arms, lifting her hand up to pet the feline, despite what she had just said.

A light chuckle escaped Bucky, but he wasn't able to look up and meet Y/N's eyes. The moment they shared last night still way too fresh on his mind for him to function properly.

Y/N noticed, she knew him. Probably more than he would like to admit. She noticed how he seemed to be curling into himself more, wanting to disappear. But it didn't look like he was uncomfortable, just... Shy.

She squinted her eyes at him and moved to sit on her couch. "You alright?"

That made Bucky raise his eyes and put the cat down. "Yeah, yeah. Of course" it wasn't convincing at all, he looked miles away in thought.

Y/N extended her hand for him to take, he did, he always did. But he sat down beside her and his nervous demeanor only seemed to get worse.

That's when a mortified look settled on Y/N's face. "Oh... Did I- did I do something... Last night?" She asked with a grimace. "I don't really remember much" she completed with a whisper.

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise. "No. I mean, yes. Well..." The words tumbled out of his mouth way too fast in panic. What was he even supposed to say?

Y/N ran a hand through her hair and groaned. "I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you in some way. I swear I never get drunk like that, I don't even like drinking" she clasped her hands together and lowered her head into Bucky's shoulder for a moment.

"It's okay, doll. It wasn't anything serious, really..." But his words got quieter as he said them, not true at all. And he tried not to think too much about her closeness. About how much he wished that kiss meant to her what it meant to him. About how much he freaking missed the feeling already.

Raising her head again, Y/N looked at him with a smile. "Okay indulge me, what did I do to embarrass myself this time?"

Bucky's gaze dropped at her words, his mouth hung open but his own words were stuck. Rejection would hurt like a bitch but she had the right to know, right?

His hands became fidgety. "Um, well..." He forced his eyes up to meet hers. "You..." He glanced down at her lips, gulping down the lump on his throat.

"Kissed me" his voice was nothing but a whisper.

Y/N breathed out a tiny 'oh'. Blood rushed to her cheeks, she didn't even know where to put her face.

"I'm sorry" Bucky's words made her eyes shot up at him with a questioning look. He looked a bit conflicted, pained. His lips were pursed as he looked at Y/N like she was about to scold him.

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry, Buck. I didn't mean to..." Her words got stuck in her throat for a moment, and she thought them over. "Well, I guess that alcohol gives us a bit more courage to do things" Y/N chuckled and cringed at herself, but at least the message was given.

An expression that Y/N couldn't quite describe covered Bucky's face, his blue eyes didn't leave her now. "You meant it?" His voice was so small it made her want to squish him.

A timid smile came to Y/N lips. She lightly traced the skin of Bucky's hand. "Yeah" she whispered back, then she interlocked their fingers and stood up. "Come on, breakfast's ready"

Bucky's heart was overwhelmed with an unusual warmth, and not being able to contain the yearning anymore, he spun Y/N around and smashed their lips together again. This time in a proper kiss.

#bucky barnes x reader #marveledit #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #mcu #marvel #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #fluff #angst #imagine #fanfic #buckybarnesedit #tfatwsedit #bucky barnes imagine #my story

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Day 4: Boyfriend Girlfriend Material, Carol Danvers

Song link Yes, I am aware this song is about a boyfriend, but I love Carol, so sue me. Yes, I changed the lyrics slightly, so it's now girlfriend material. Cry about it.

Fanfic, female! reader

Again; pure fluff. Also, it's Christmas time.

Word count: 3283

Tw: Use of Y/N (don't hate me please), mentions of nudity and baths, but it isn't sexual. Christmas???

Summary: Christmas Eve this year is spend with your girlfriend. And she takes it upon herself to show her just how well she can make a magical day even more magical.

"Now I've been looking for someone. Trying to find the right girl to wear on my arm."

Carol had stood there above you, on your bed, while you were still sleeping peacefully. She held Goose in front of her, holding him as if it had been the new king of Pride Rock.

"No claws." She quietly whispered, before letting the cat go. You jolted up awake, a sudden weight on your stomach. As you looked down at the source of it, you could see Goose scanning the room as if he had been just as confused as you.

"Goodmorning." Carol spoke from above you, now kneeling on your bed, before leaning over you, giving you a teasing, but ever-so-welcome good morning kiss.

"You could have woken me up any other way." You groaned, stretching your arms as you seperated from your girlfriend.

"I know," she began. "but this one was way more fun."

Carol let herself fully fall onto the bed now, resting her form beside you before resting her head on top of your breasts, taking hold of one of your hands.

"So you woke me up just to do this?" You complained, your voice still heavy with sleep.

"Mm-hmm." She hummed back, gesturing for Goose to joing you with her free hand. You looked down in her in protest, but sighed as soon as her face met yours, showing you an innocent grin.

"You are so lucky I love you." You mumbled, before leaning your head against hers, slowly beginning to wake up.

"I must admit it; You simply fit it. You were like a cut above the rest, that's why you're winning."

After your slow morning awakening, you decided a shower would perhaps be the best thing to do. Carol had given herself the opportunity to make breakfast while you were busy. Because it had been Christmas Eve, she decided to go for homemade waffles in the morning. A terrible idea, really, as last time she stood in the kitchen she nearly exploded the toaster. But you were unaware of her actions, so you couldn't really help her.

It wasn't until you walked into the living room that you saw the beautifully decorated table, a pleasant smell hanging in the air.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart!" She announced, walking up to you, wrapping you in a hug. You smiled in her arms, resting yours around her waist.

"It's Christmas Eve." You corrected. She let out a groan at your words, seperating from your arms.

"And I'm surprised to see the kitchen hasn't burned down yet." You joked, bumping into her shoulder.

"Oh ye, a little faith." Carol mumbled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

"Every night when I close my eyes, I can see you; My perfect type."

"And?" Carol wondered. "Are they truly that terrible?"

You smiled at her, your mouth closed, trying to hold the delicious waffles in. "There is no way you made these." You accused, mumbling through your full mouth.

"You dare accuse me of faking these amazing waffles?" She gasped, standing up to grab something from the kitchen counter. In front of your face, she held the package she had used to make the breakfast with.

"This is all me!" She stated proudly, sitting back in her seat.

"It's great, darling. Thank you." You assured, sending a smile her way before taking another bite of your waffle. "You should make these more often." You added, nodding at the magnificent taste.

"If you say so." Carol spoke through a wink, before finishing her breakfast too.

"And I never really thought my dreams would come true, until I laid eyes on you."

After breakfast, both of you returned to the couch. You had been busying yourself with a book, as Carol put on the tv, looking at anything there was to see. Goose had been seated in your lap as Carol's head laid on your shoulder, occasionally sneaking glances over your shoulder.

"Good book?" She asked, turning down the volume of the tv.

"The best." You answered, giving her a short look before returning to your book.

"What is it about?"

"It's a long story."

"Then tell me." She chirped, now completely turning off the tv, turning her body slightly so she would be looking at you.

"Really?" You wondered, already paging the book.

Carol nodded enthousiastically. "Tell me everything you've read until now. And don't leave out the important details."

Carol might have been the more active type, not managing to stay on one book for too long, but hearing you talk about it and explain it to her, could quite literally make her day. Your voice always held this excited voice, your eyes shining only the tiniest amount. But she could see it. And she loved seeing you that happy. So, minutes - nay - hours of her days where often spent in bed or on the couch, discussing books you were reading, had read, or had yet to read. And, a bonus for Carol, you always seemed to come closer to her until you eventually ended up in each others arms without realizing. And that moment was truly worth every word you had spoken.

"'Cause you know you are girlfriend material, girlfriend material. That's what you're made of, it's written on your label."

"How about ice skating?" Carol proposed. "I saw they opened one only minutes away a couple of days ago."

You had spent a full hour on the couch, but according to your girlfriend, it had been time to do some outdoor activities. Lucky for you, it had been snowing, so the temperatures were below zero; good enough for ice skating.

"We can even choose between indoor and outdoor skating!" She read from the site, but her expression lit up even more upon the next sentence.

"It comes with unlimited hot chocolate. For free!" She exclaimed, looking up at you with those adorable eyes. "Can we go? Please? Even if it's for an hour."

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know you're my girlfriend material, girlfriend material."

And that is exactly how you ended up where you currently were. At the newly opened ice skating rink. Carol had already downed three hot chocolates without as much as blinking while you were still halfway through your first. The temperature had been nearly melting the top of your mouth, but it did not seem to affect Carol.

"Aren't you cold?" You yelled after her, as you continued your steamy mug of hot chocolate, while Carol occupied herself on the skating rink beside you.

"You don't get cold if you're busy." She explained, reaching her hand over the fence to touch yours. You let out a sigh of content as her warm hands came into contact with your cold ones.

"Have you've been putting your hands in the snow?" She wondered aloud, confused by your cold hands.

"I don't know, but yours are very warm, so please don't let go."

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know."

As both of you glided over the thick ice, your hands had yet to let go of hers. The warmth of it had been so welcoming and you just didn't feel the need to let go. It had been a clumsy way of moving, yes, but comfortable all the same. And Carol did not seem to object as she had not yet made any move to release your hands from her hold.

"Perhaps we should have stayed home." She admitted, staring at your lips which were slowly turning blue.

"What are you talking about? We're fine." You huffed, a cloud of smoke forming in front of your eyes. "It's just cold, but that's normal."

"Yes, but I'd much rather have you in a hot bath or underneath ten blankets than seeing you freeze to death." She concluded, stopping her movements slowly.

"And besides, it's been two and a half hours. I'm happy with the time we've spent here." And with those words, she leaned forward slightly, connecting her lips with yours for a short kiss.

"Let's get you warmed up." She concluded, leading you off of the rink.

"That you and your perfect smile are both timeless and never going out of style."

"With bubbles or bathing salt?" You heard Carol ask for the bathroom. She had insisted upon running you a warm bath after you were freezing in the car ride the entire way home. So, as you went to get rid of your icy clothes, she busied herself in the bathroom.

"You choose!" You answered, throwing a towel around your body as you got rid of the necklace you had been wearing all morning.

"Bubbles it is!" You heard back, making you smile, petting Goose on his head before finally walking into the bathroom. Carol had managed to set up a few smelling candles, which had all been labled 'Pine scent'. She had picked them a few days again, because 'It smelled Christmas-y.'. Carol herself had still been wearing the same old clothes and you nearly felt bad for her.

Nearly.

"My lady." She spoke through a stupid accent, taking a step back and extending her hand towards you. You laughed at her action before folding the towel over the extended arm, taking the hand as it helped you guide into the tub.

"There's so many reasons you got it together. And I'm catching feelings, you make me look better."

"Thank you." You whispered to her as she finally got in the tub too. Your back had been resting against her chest as her hands found each other around your waist.

"Anything for the most beautiful girl in the world." She grinned, placing an adoring kiss on the top of your head before resting hers on top of it. "My girl." She concluded, drawing shapes on top of your stomach. You laughed lightly at the feeling, grabbing one of her hands to stop her.

"Maybe you should have eased down on the bubbles." You warned, gesturing towards the bubbles that nearly spilled out of the tub.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Carol mumbled, fake innocence laced in her tone.

"Every night when I close my eyes, I can see you. My perfect type."

"One of the men at the skating rink wouldn't stop looking at you." Carol confessed. "He was a real creep."

"Was he now?" You asked, not having seen it yourself. You turned around in her arms, your face now in front of hers.

"Yes, but I think I scared him off." She assured, grabbing one of your arms and soothing it lightly. "I just kept staring at him like he did at you. He found that weird."

"Truly? I wonder why." You laughed, leaning forward, resting your head in the crook of her neck. Her free hand quickly found your neck, stroking it affectionately.

"And I never really thought my dreams would come true, until I laid eyes on you."

"You're just too beautiful." She whispered, holding you close. "They don't deserve you."

"No one does." You returned, placing a feather light kiss onto her neck. "No one but you."

"Men are gross anyway." Carol concluded, waving her fingers through your hair. "He didn't even intimidate me."

"I never said he did." You teased, lifting your head only a small amount, looking into your eyes. "I know you couldn't care less about others."

"'Cause you know you are girlfriend material, girlfriend material. That's what you're made of, it's written on your label."

"Chocolate cookie?" Carol asked, her mouth filled with the said cookies. Yet again, you found yourself back on the couch, only now with an ugly christmas sweater and a deck of cards in your hands.

"Those were for tonight!" You scolded, stealing one from her grasp.

"Well, they're not anymore."

As Carol settled down beside you, her eyes fell upon the presents underneath the tree. "Are you sure we cannot open one already?" She questioning, her mind particularly set on the big box with her name on it.

"No. That is also for tonight. Keep your head in the game, Danvers. You're about to lose." You declared, placing down another set of cards, making her gasp in offense.

"You wouldn't."

"I just did." You jested.

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know you're my girlfriend material, girlfriend material."

Pro-tip; Carol is a sore loser. Do not make her lose a game. No matter what. So even though you had been on a roll, you 'didn't have any cards to put down' last roundm therefor forcing Carol as winner. And she is too oblivious to notice you could've won easily. But you wouldn't do that to her. Not on Christmas Eve.

"I totally beat you that game." She gloated, happy with her victory.

"Just sheer luck." You commented.

"Awh, don't be sad." Carol frowned sarcastically, squeezing your cheeks together before placing a quick kiss on your nose.

"We can watch a movie to forgive and forget! I know you liked Gremlins, so..." She announced, grabbing a brand new version from underneath the tv-table.

"I know we said no gifts yet, but this has to be used now or I will revoke your rights to this present." She handed the disk to you.

"The honor is to you, my lady." She spoke, leaving you to put the disk in.

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know."

As the movie started playing, Carol was quick to cuddle up to you. You had been laying with your back again the armrest, your legs spread over the couch as Carol snuggled into them, her chest against yours as her head rested slightly below your shoulder. Her hands were wrapped around your waist as yours rested on top of her back.

"Perhaps we should just stay like this the entire night." She softly mumbled. "I could easily fall asleep like this."

"So we shall leave the gifts for tomorrow?" You asked.

"Perhaps we should. I don't want to get up now. I'm pretty comfortable."

"Oh, there ain't any other. It's all the little things that you do, make me wanna sing."

True to her word, her breathing had steadied out only halfway through the movie. Her eyes had been closed gently as the grip around your waist became looser.

You had no intention to mention it, or even change it. You were happy she was at least getting some sleep. She hadn't even told you yet, but you knew she had trouble sleeping at night. And knowing you could have that effect on her to lull her to sleep by merely holding her brought a special sense of pride to your heart. Only at the thought of it, those all-too-familiar butterflies seemed to return.

You sighed in content at the feeling, not yet feeling like waking her up. Instead, you let her be for the remainder of the movie. Watching Christmas movies on your own hadn't been the same, of course, but it had been the sacrifices you were willing to make.

"There ain't any other. By the way you're talking to me, I can tell you've been listening to everything."

"Darling, it's dinner time." You carefully whispered, running your fingers through Carol's hair as she slowly began waking up.

"Did I sleep through the entire movie?" She asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

"You did, but it's okay. I got to admire Phoebe Cates all to myself." You eased, your fingers not once letting go off her hair.

"I should pre-heat the oven." You commented, but Carol's grip around your waist tightened.

"Five more minutes." She yawned, cuddling into you even more.

"Only five." You repeated, resting your head against yours, unknowingly pulling Carol back to sleep once more.

"And maybe it's the butterflies I get every time I hear your ringtone. And maybe it's 'cause every single text, girl, I told myself you were the one."

You had let Carol to rest, now running to the supermarket before they would close. She would be fine at home. She hadn't even noticed your absence yet.

Because someone had already eaten all the chocolates meant for tonight, you took it upon yourself to get new once. Just for the idea of it. And you had been so close to coming and going without being discovered. So close.

You had been walking back from the supermarket when that familiar ringtone ran. You smiled to yourself at the sound of it before picking up.

"You woke up." You spoke.

"Where the hell are you?" Carol sounded on the other line, completely in panic and mayhem. You hadn't even left a note, you now realized.

"I'm sorry." You quickly apologized. "I was going to get new chocolates for tonight, because you ate the ones we already had. I thought I'd be back before you woke up! I'm only four blocks away. I'm coming home now."

A sigh of relief was heard from the other side of the line, followed by a "You should be very grateful I love you."

"I love you too." You answered back. "I'll be there in two minutes."

"'Cause I know you are girlfriend material, girlfriend material. That's what you're made of, it's written on your label."

As soon as you opened the door, a harsh force connected to your body, a scent filling your nose which you have nearly become accostumed to.

"Don't scare me like that again." Carol mumbled, holding you in her arms tight.

"At least leave a note or something."

"I should have, but I thought I wouldn't be long." You tried, but when her eyes connected with yours, she shook her head.

"Doesn't matter. Always tell me where you're going. I nearly trashed this place." She confessed.

"Carol," you began, grabbing her hands to calm her. "it's fine. I'm here now. I wouldn't leave you. Least of all on Christmas Eve. I promise."

Those words seemed to be some sort of comfort to her, because the terror in her eyes slowly seemed to calm down, it now being replaced by obvious, yet honest love.

"I believe you."

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know you're my girlfriend material.

"Pizza as Christmas dinner. Who would have thought?" Carol remarked, grabbing a slice as both of you sat down in front of the tv, staring at the movie one of the channels had been sending out.

"It's only because you burned the chicken." You warned, reminding her of the actual reason you had grabbed some left over pizza in the freezer.

Preparing dinner had gone well, until Carol decided to do the chicken herself. She left it in the oven longer than necessary, which resulted into a burned smell and a room filled with smoke that needed to escape from the oven.

But pizza had not been the worst meal. Perhaps no Christmas meal, but it would have to do. You'd get a retry tomorrow anyway.

"Girlfriend material. That's what you're made of, it's written on your label."

"This is our fifth Christmas now." You suddenly remarked. "And we're eating pizza."

"Hell yes, we are." Carol smiled, bumping her shoulder into yours.

"Best Christmas ever, right?"

You grinned at her enthousiasm, intertwining your hand with hers, squeezing it lightly in love and reassurance.

"Certainly not how I imagined it going, but it'll pass." You said happily, resting your head on her shoulder as you resumed watching the movie.

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know you're my girlfriend material, girlfriend material."

Only ten minutes later, a light snoring was heard from your side. Carol turned her head only a little, meeting your sleeping face. She smiled at the thought of the turning tables, but dared not to risk a laugh. Instead, she gently eased you into her lap before picking you up. She quietly walked into the bedroom before gently tucking you in, making sure to remove your ugly Christmas sweater, as it would surely annoy you under the blankets. She kept your jogging pants on as she threw one of your pajama shirt over your head, careful to not wake you.

Just as she was about to leave the room, you turned around, still half asleep.

"Carol?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Can you bring me a glass of water?"

It was quiet for a moment, until a silent laugh was uttured. "Of course." Carol answered, before turning off the lights and closing the door behind her, off to get you your glass of water.

"Girlfriend material, m-m-material, want everyone to know."

#mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #Captain Marvel #Carol Danvers #brie larson #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #November writings

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beautifulterriblequeen · 3 years

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some fresh Moonshadow assassin angst

Today in "I'm gearing up to write more whump so I'm thinking about sad things":

These two panels from Bloodmoon Huntress will not let me go.

Firstly, I love that Rayla and Runaan are coming at this argument from two totally different places, and they do not reach an accord.

Runaan is tired and hurt and he has a whole new elf living in his house when he gets home from a rough night.

Rayla just got left behind by her parents and had one of her new dads say "I kill people" instead of "good morning" at the breakfast table.

Rayla's reaction to Runaan's statement isn't super obvious without dialogue, but in the top panel it looks like she's jerking back from Runaan in alarm and/or disgust after he told her what his job actually is.

Moonshadow elves respect life. She's seen him be respectful of everything from grasshoppers to flowers to elves. And then he drops this bomb on her. It seems wrong! And Ruthari were kinda lying to her all along! Rayla's still little, she just had the worst day of her life yesterday, and she does not take this well.

So Runaan immediately frames his work in the way he uses to justify it to himself: if I don't do this, then someone I care for will have to.

The implication is clear to us, if not to Rayla: Someone Must Stab. And Runaan has decided that it should be him, so no one else has to darken their soul with such deeds.

Why must someone stab? Well, my perennial favorite is Dragon Politics. If the Dragon Queen Luna Tenebris decided that asking for mercy for the good humans meant the Moonshadows needed to bear the burden of weeding out the bad humans forever, she probably has enough magic to make that a binding deal. And with the art book telling us that "blood promises" are A Thing for Moonshadow elves, well, it's looking more and more likely that there is, in fact, some kind of horrible curse on the Moonshadows.

On the Moonshadow assassins.

And specifically, on Runaan's bloodline. Which may be the same exact thing.

If every assassin in the Moonshadow Forest is related to Runaan by blood because they're all descended from the same elf, that's a lot of people to protect! Remember how Rayla tells Villads that she's an assassin, even though she hasn't killed anyone? It sounds like "assassin" is more of a clan or family assignation rather than a job title. Maybe it's even a bit of a curse in itself. If the assassins are all descended from the Moon Druid who begged for mercy, if she became the first assassin out of a sense of duty too (and if she is the Bloodmoon Huntress, then this is extra angsty, imagine if your grandma just refused to die and wandered the world being creepy and raiding family reunions, if she liked moonberry surprise you'd just never get any, wow rude).

So someone from Runaan's family has to go do the Dragon Throne's bidding, and soft boi Runaan doesn't want his people to have to suffer death/injury/ghosting because they're soft too. So he gets it together and volunteers as tribute, learns to kill by telling himself he's protecting dozens, hundreds of elves with each precise stab. He has to make it make sense.

And then, see, once he's learned how to be an efficient killer, he can't stop. If he does, someone less skilled will have to try, and they might fail, and people will suffer. His people, and possibly the target as well. So he trains, constantly, relentlessly, to remain in top form, to be able to accept all the missions himself.

Runaan is a cat, guys, and he's the cat with the highest kill count in the neighborhood, the one who greets you every morning with another dead bird or mouse on your doormat. He's ruthlessly efficient and he's never off the clock.

Okay, I'm sure he is off the clock sometime, but you get what I'm saying. Runaan intends to do as much of the killing his people are asked to do as he can, because he's better at it and his loved ones will be safer at home than out in the field.

This is as much as he can do for them within the framework of the rules, and this is probably what got him chosen as their leader.

The other assassins that go on Runaan's mission - except for Rayla - have shoulder markings, so I still think they've managed to take targets before. Runaan mentions that Rayla hasn't taken before, as if that stands out among the elves he selected. He can take all the missions he likes, but I bet there have been overlapping missions where he just couldn't be in two places at once, or missions where he had to take backup with him, and so these elves have done the stab before, either alone or at Runaan's side.

Here's where a whole new layer of angst comes in, though: in Tales of Xadia, the TDP ttrpg, we were given twelve pre-generated characters to play with before we learned how to make our own. One of those characters is a Moonshadow assassin named Eljaal, who went after their target only to see him fall and perish in an accident.

Not taking their target themself is Bad tm for Eljaal, because they're not sure they will be accepted back home after having failed their mission. And so, they wander the world seeking new alliances and new purpose.

The key to the angst that Eljaal's backstory reveals is in the time stamp for Tales of Xadia. It's set between S3 and S4 of the show.

That's after Runaan has been cursed into a coin. After he can no longer take on the bulk of the missions. So others must still do the stabbing.

It's apparently going as well as Runaan feared: soft elves are having trouble killing people. Eljaal has the same covered-shoulders look that Rayla has, hiding the place where Runaan's other assassins bore blue markings like military ranks. Eljaal is old enough to be wearing horn cuffs, but they've never taken a target before?

Possibly. Runaan's overdrive to spare his loved ones the need to go stabbing may have resulted in a whole bunch of assassins who have never gone on a mission in their lives, and who are suddenly being asked to do so! To their cost.

Runaan dedicated his life - in the most literal sense, "my heart for Xadia" - to protecting those he loves from harm, but when he fell, they were suddenly in danger anyway. All his years of training and effort to keep them safe was for nothing. Just like Rayla, he wanted to change things, to make a difference. But he couldn't. He just ingrained the cycle a little deeper.

The Moonshadow assassins are possibly in more danger now than they ever have been. There's something evil driving their bond to the Dragon Throne, and until that is dealt with, Runaan's extended family will continue to be killed, scattered, and ghosted. Except for the ones who may follow in Runaan's footsteps and go around killing people really efficiently. And that's... not better.

Am I actually getting my accursed Oath of Fëanor, TDP-style? Am I?? *maniacal fangirl laughter*

Listen, the real secret here is the dragons. They're so big and tall, their legs are like skyscrapers that rise into the fog and we kind of tune them out with all the angsty action going on down on the ground. But their giant pawprints are all over Xadia.

Eljaal's backstory indicates that Zubeia, for all her light and love, is ordering assassins out into the world to take targets even after everything Rayla did to bring her baby back to her.

Ohohoho. Dragons.

#tdp #tdp angst #tdp speculation #tdp theory #runaan #rayla #eljaal #moonshadow assassins #bloodmoon huntress #bh spoilers #zubeia

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | chapter thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluff like unbelievably fluffy!

word count: 6.1

here's the playlist for the fic, the last song in the playlist if looped will lead right into Amoreena at the beginning and it works pretty well timing-wise if you like to listen while you read !!

from the beginning <3

All their bags were packed by Friday morning, Y/N and Amoreena waking up extra early with excitement for the weekend ahead of them, and they didn’t even know what was going to happen yet.

Y/N made sure everything was packed and ready for a 3rd time on Saturday morning, right before they left on the trip; making sure they had sunscreen and aloe vera, all her medicine and ginger ale by the pack for her random bouts of morning sickness that lasted all, day, long... And their dresses and his suit hanging behind the driver's seat, beside Amoreena, they all piled into Y/N’s car and took off down the road on their adventure.

Amoreena was awake for the first half of the 9-hour trip, singing like crazy as they drove through Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, it was so amazing she couldn’t stop cheering the whole time. It was more than she’s ever seen before, even though they lived so close to New York, she’s never been through it before.

Once they arrived in Rhode Island, Spencer pulled over at the closest gas station to make sure the girls were all prepared and ready for the big surprise he had for them. They filled the car, used the restroom and bought some lemonade before getting back into the car, he turned in the driver's seat to see Amoreena and Y/N better, looking at their wide eyes memorizing the calmness in their faces before he told them.

He didn’t want them to freak out too much, he was worried about Y/N’s blood pressure and how loud she might scream and any stress that a situation like this could put on her body. He’s seen how people react to Taylor Swift, he just didn’t know how they would.

“Now, I'm only telling you so you don't freak out," he repeated the same worry she had when she broke the news of the baby, "I didn’t have to rent a place on the water because my friend lives up here, so we’re going to stay in her guest house,” he explained it simply.

“Rossi's wife?” Y/N asked, confused about who it could be and if she knew this woman yet.

“No, actually I think you might know her, her name is Taylor?”

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, “no, nope, there's no way you did this, Spencer Walter Reid I am not kidding I’m going to pass away if I see her.” She's holding both her hands in fists as she tries to stay calm, closing her eyes quickly before letting out a deep sigh.

“Taylor who?” Amoreena yells, undoing her seatbelt and standing between their seats, she almost jumps into his lap as she leans over and grabs a fistful of his shirt, “Taylor WHO?”

“Go get in your seat and I’ll show you,” he teases, watching her follow orders and get back in the seat as quickly as possible, shouting at him to drive the second he hears the seatbelt click again.

Y/N is completely speechless for the next 20 minutes of the drive, eyes wide and a hand on her stomach as she stares out the front window. She’s like a statue, not able to hear anything Amoreena is saying but that doesn't stop her from going on and on with her stories.

“Mom!” She’s finally able to break her out of the haze, “pass me your phone!”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t even question it, handing her the phone back to the antsy 7-year-old so she could continue her internal panic.

They see her house on the hill as they approach, “holy shit,” Y/N whispers as Amoreena turns on the last great American dynasty, knowing exactly where they were going.

Taylor asked for his licence plate number and car model when they were emailing, letting her gate guy know to let Spencer right in so he could keep it a secret. But they knew the house, there was no point in not telling them. Y/N looked a little relieved that he gave her the time to freak out alone and not as soon as they crested the hill.

Her driveway felt never-ending as they got closer and closer, Amoreena was still in disbelief as she squealed in the back seat, hands flailing as she tried to calm the excitement inside her body with her favourite stim.

Then Taylor walked out into the front yard and Y/N was a mess. Crying as she waved her hand in front of her face, not wanting to be a mess in front of Taylor fucking Swift, “I told you nothing crazy! How did you do this?”

“Yes, but I said 'define crazy’ and you didn’t,” he reminds her with a cheeky smile.

She shoves him, “I didn’t think you could do this?!”

Once they’re parked the door automatically unlocked, and as much as spencer hated that non-safety feature, he's glad Amoreena can get out quickly before she's screaming bloody murder. Amoreena is out the door and in Taylor’s arms faster than they’ve ever seen her move, she should be a track star. It almost knocks Taylor to the ground as she takes her in, holding the sweet little girl against her chest with the biggest smile on her face. Amoreena snuggles right into her, with a hand on her cheek and her other arm wrapped behind her neck. She couldn't be any closer to her, it was like she was her favourite relative who she hasn't seen in a while.

Amoreena is talking her ear off already by the time Spencer’s helping Y/N out of the car and walking her to Taylor, she’s holding his hand like she’s going to pass out or something, “and this is my mom Y/N and my dad Spencer but somehow you know him already,” Amoreena introduces her.

“Hi, Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer's told me a lot about you.” Taylor’s sweet voice saying her name alone makes her stutter out a bunch of nonsense, not to mention the fact Spencer's been talking to Taylor fucking Swift about her.

Amoreena moves out of the way for Taylor to wrap her up in a hug, and Y/N cries harder than he’s ever seen on her shoulder, “thank you,” is all she can say, it’s frightening to Amoreena at first to see her mom cry like that but she knows her mom just loves Taylor like family.

What she doesn’t know is just how much Taylor saved her life. If she didn’t have someone to listen to, someone to take the pain and replace it with hope, she wouldn’t be here and by default neither would Amoreena. Spencer owed everything to Taylor swift at this point, she was a blessing in his life that he took for granted. Not realizing until that moment just how much she meant to him as well now.

“Sorry,” Y/N finally says as she pulls off her, “I’m pregnant, I can’t help it.”

Taylor’s hands fly right to her stomach, “holy crap, you never told me that she’s pregnant in your emails, oh my god!” She’s genuinely so happy for them, “how far along are you?”

“6 weeks on Sunday,” she smiles, feeling like herself again even though it’s incredibly strange to be telling Taylor before her parents even knew. “No one really knows, it’s all very new but when you know, you know… y’know?”

For a woman with an English language degree, she sure knew how to make a sentence, all of them laughing at the words she chose, but they understood.

“We should have used paper rings!” Amoreena yells, holding her hand over her eyes in disbelief as she shares her head with a sigh, she couldn’t believe she forgot that song existed.

It made Taylor laugh, scooping the little one up in her arms and starting the walk inside.

“Well come on in, I’ve got a big lunch spread ready for us and then we can go to the beach for the ceremony whenever you want this weekend, does that sound good?” Taylor is beyond excited to make new friends, much like Amoreena, they got along famously.

“Where are the cats? Do they live here or in LA or Nashville?” Amoreena changed the topic in the form of a yes and proving just how much she knew about Taylor.

“They’re here, Olivia and Benjamin will probably find us soon, Meredith isn’t very open to new friends now that she’s an old lady,” Taylor explained as she set Amoreena down in the entryway, bending down to be at her level and pointing off into the living room, “oh, see, there one is!”

Amoreena saw one of them laying on the floor under a sunny spot, running to it and petting it gently, “hi Benjamin, I loved you in the ME video,” she whispers as she pets him, making Taylor swoon.

“She’s amazing,” Taylor swooned, “I can’t wait to have one.”

“You should!” Y/N agreed, reaching to take Taylor's hand on impulse, and Taylor held it back with a smile, “oh that would be so wonderful, I can just imagine the beautiful stories you’ll create when you discover what it’s like to love someone how your mom loves you.”

Taylor’s smile was priceless, "that's the best way to think about it," she beamed at Y/N the way Spencer did, she had that effect on people. They followed her into the dining room, taking a seat near each other and digging into all the food Taylor made for them.

“Ah,” Amoreena said as she finally joined them, sitting on her knees on Taylors nice antique chairs. “Shark coochie,” she whispers the words to herself, not able to stop her mind from repeating it, but still not wanting Taylor to hear it in case it was inappropriate. She was incredibly well-mannered for someone who had a hard time reading social queues.

“It’s a hard word to say,” Taylor agreed, making her feel less awkward. Spencer may have told her about her autism in advance, wanting his little girl to be respected by everyone she met, for who she truly was, “my mom called it a coochie spread once, actually, she's going to be over tomorrow for father's day.”

"Yes! Oh, I love Andrea," Amoreena laughed at how cool this day was, smiling at Taylor the way she smiled at him that first morning at breakfast like she just found yet another person to love. “You’re so wonderful, Taylor.”

“Oh, thank you, you're pretty enchanting yourself,” she smiles, “I take it you’ve known about me for your whole life?”

“Yep,” she smiled, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry and taking a huge bite, covering her mouth before she continued, “I was born a month after Red came out, November thirteenth, it really is a lucky number now, mom says so at least.”

“It is!” Taylor agreed with a smile, “I have some markers, do you want to wear matching 13’s today?”

“Mom, can I colour on my hand?” She turns so fast Spencer thinks she’ll get whiplash.

“Yeah, go for it!” She agrees, spreading cream cheese on a croissant and layering tomatoes on top, definitely pregnant.

So Taylor gets a marker and both their left hands now have matching numbers. Amoreena asks to take a million photos, eventually just taking Y/N’s phone from her, permanently, to take photos of all her favourite things around the house.

She runs off with the cats at a certain point, giving Y/N a chance to thank Taylor without tiny ears listening in. “Can I get really emotional and tell you how much you mean to me or is that too weird for our first chat?”

“Not weird at all, knowing you’ve used my music to raise that beautiful child makes me love you just as much, I’d love to hear why you picked me, of all musicians, to show her how to love,” Taylor replies, as regal and kindly as humanly possible.

“My first fiancé, Stephen, he was actually like an angel and our first kiss was quite literally in the rain, but he passed away in 2010,” she explained it with a smile so Taylor knew it wasn’t a touchy subject anymore, “I bonded with Fearless in a way I can’t even describe to you, it’s my life, he was my superstar, and white horse, I mean come on, I can’t tell you how many times I cried to that after he died but it helped me not feel alone. I wouldn’t be who I am without Fearless, and then Speak Now was there for me when I needed a good cry, Last Kiss really broke me but it wasn’t until Lover came out that I realized I could find someone again, and it’s always just like you released things as I needed them like you were helping me through all the bad things,” she’s never even told Spencer all this, it was special to him that he got to give her this moment.

“When you re-released it with the vault songs, I met Spencer literally a month later. I cried my eyes out to you all over me, but That’s When makes me think of Spencer and now the whole album has a new memory in my heart that’s better. It's just like why you re-released it, to replace the bad things that happened that took all the happiness out of something you cared so much about." Y/N took a second to breathe, shaky as she got to the end of her rant that she seemed to have prepared in the 20 minutes before she had to talk to her.

"I love you, honestly. You’re my best friend and you didn’t even know me then, but you’ve held my hand through it all, so thank you,” she cried a little, holding her belly with one hand as she tried to hold the tears in.

Taylor was out of her chair and in Y/N’s arms within seconds, crying into her arms as she held her. She rubbed Y/N’s back as she cried too, “I’m so sorry that happened, but I’m glad I could be there.”

“Do you want to be this baby's godmother?” She asks on impulse without even asking Spencer if he’s okay with it, he was, it made him laugh.

“Eleonora Taylor Reid,” Spencer says from across the table, making them both turn to him with wide eyes.

“Yes,” Y/N agrees fast, “that's the name if it’s a girl, if it’s a boy he can be Taylor as well?”

“Holy shit,” Taylor smiled wide, “yes, I want to come to visit the farm and buy them baby gifts and throw you a baby shower! I inadvertently helped make them so it’s only fair.”

“Hopefully she gets your voice too, Y/N,” Spencer adds and Y/N shoots him a panicked glance, “it’s the Taylor legacy to be a good singer.”

“You can sing?” The question Y/N feared coming past Taylor's lovely vocal cords, almost on queue.

Y/N can't help but glare at spencer, he had too many tricks up his sleeve and she was at her limit.

“Yes,” Y/N finally answers, “I was going to go to theatre school, but I switched to become a Librarian, I’m not good with crowds or competition and that's basically what the industry depends on. I like the quiet, telling stories on paper is just as easy as singing it to a crowd.”

“That's fair,” Taylor agreed, “would you and Amoreena like to sing some song with me? I have my guitar or the piano? I’m not used to having new friends over without sharing at least 1 song with them. I’m sure you’ve seen my listening parties?” She was really trying to convince her to sing, Spencer knew why and what she had planned.

Amoreena came running in then, “I can play piano too, can we do the long live new year's day from the tour movie?” She rests her hands on Taylor's arm, looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come on,” she says taking Amoreena’s hand and rushing into the piano room. “Here, we’ll record it too,” she offered, setting her phone up on the music stand to capture the moment forever.

They sat side by side on the bench, Amoreena showing her how she could play the opening perfectly and surprising Spencer. He knew they had a piano at home, he’s just never seen her play it before.

“She has perfect pitch,” Y/N bragged, “she can play a song after hearing it once.”

“Really?” Spencer had no idea, unbelievably proud of her as he listened to her play.

She’s quietly playing the intro to Long Live as Taylor watches, joining in with the harmony of New Year's Day, “this one reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Does it?” Taylor coo’s, smiling at her softly as Y/N tries not to cry beside Spencer.

“They’re the knight and the princess of our kingdom,” she explained before the two of them started singing the words together, like they always have, only Taylor was beside her and not just on the TV.

“I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind, the time we stood with our shaking hands, the crowds in the stands went wild,” Amoreena’s tiny voice lead-in, fearlessly as she played away.

“We were the Kings and the Queens, and they read off our names, the night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same... You held your head like a hero, on a history book page... It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age,” Spencer couldn’t help but cry as she sang with Taylor.

This was on the concert movie, he showed her after school, this song came on and she was silent, listening to the words as she stared at him and then back at the TV. Her mind was connecting little dots, making a story about her mom and dad being the king and the queen, it all made sense now.

“Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, I was screaming long live, all the magic we made and bring on all the pretenders, I’m not afraid,

Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you, I was screaming long live, that look on your face, and bring on all the pretenders, one day, we will be remembered,”

Their fingers moved in sync on the keys as they harmonized almost perfectly, she wasn’t kidding about Amoreena having perfect pitch. She knew all the words and sang them almost louder than Taylor.

“And hold on to spinning around, confetti, falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall…”

The piano changes, the cords softer as they move into a new song, smiling at her mom and dad like she knew something. She had no idea what happened the night of the fake wedding, just that they had a party without her.

“And hold on… To spinning around… Confetti… Falls to the ground…”

Spencer wraps his arms around Y/N then, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sway to the tune, she’s barely whispering the words beside him as she smiles as her baby.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before, but… Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared and you're turning away. I want, your midnights, I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

Y/N’s hands rest on top of Spencer’s, she squeezes them three times, right before the next lyric.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I’ll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home,

Don't read the last page, but I stay, when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes. I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on, to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the two of them chanting along with Taylor in beautiful harmony, Spencer felt like he was in heaven among the angels, but for real this time. “And I will hold on to you…”

The piano is so soft, it’s just Amoreena’s fingers hitting them as Taylor goes silent, letting her take the lead with a soft smile, “Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere. Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh, I, could recognize anywhere.”

They stop for just a moment for Amoreena to smile up at Taylor, just like the break in the concert, “I really do love you,” she reminds them all before playing again.

“We love you, too, sweet girl,” Taylor replies for them using the same nickname for her because it was the truth. She was the sweetest girl, that Amoreena.

“There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor. You and me forevermore, don't read the last page, but I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes and I want, your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day,”

“Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,” the girls all chant together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm before taking different parts in the song like they’ve planned it before.

“And Long live,” Taylor takes the one song, while Amoreena takes the other.

Please don't ever become a stranger…

The walls we crashed through..

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…

I had the time of my life

Please don't ever become a stranger…

With you…

Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere…"

Amoreena plays the rest, smiling wide at the best day of her life. Meaning every single word she’s saying. “And Long live, the walls we crashed through. I had the time of my life… With you…” Amoreena ends with a few extra notes, making Taylor smile as she held her in a side hug.

She turns back to the piano then, starting to play Amoreena by Elton John. “No way..” Y/N gasps, before getting ready to sing along with all the confidence in the world, alongside Taylor Swift of all people.

“It’s just that; Lately, I've been thinking, how much I miss my lady, Amoreena's in the hayfield, brightening the daybreak,” Taylor changes some of the words, much to Y/N surprise.

“Livin’ like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child! And when it rains, the rain falls down… washing out the cattle town… and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown… And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean… Laughing, fit to burst, upon each other…”

Y/N turns to Spencer then, singing to him softly as she wraps her arms around him and sways her hips to the song, pressing against him like they were in the movie Dirty Dancing, something she’s always wanted to do, clearly, with the smile on her face as she sings.

“I can see you sittin’, eatin’, apples in the evenin’. Fruit juice, flowing slowly, slowly, slowly down the bronze of your body. Livin’, like a lusty flower, runnin’ through the grass for hours, rollin’ through the hay, oooh, like a puppy child.”

Amoreena’s voice was the loudest in the chorus, this was her song after all. She belted it out like it was made for her.

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! And she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by! When we would lean, laughing, fit to burst upon each other…”

Spencer knew the words as well, who didn’t? It was Elton John's best song. He hugged Y/N, snuggling into the crook of her neck as they twirled in Taylor Swift's living room, swaying with her, forgetting they weren’t alone for a moment.

“Oh, if only I could nestle, in the cradle of your cabin. My arm's around your shoulder, oh… The window wide and open, while the swallow and the sycamore, whoa! Are playing in the valley. Oh, I miss you, Amoreena, like the king bee misses honey!”

“And when it rains, the rain falls down! Washing out the cattle town! and she's far away somewhere… in her eiderdown! And she dreams of crystal streams, of days gone by when we would lean! Laughing, fit to burst upon each other, oooh!”

Amoreena and Taylor playing the iconic piano solo together, Y/N can’t help but move in closer to watch over her little girls shoulders.

“Lately, I've been thinking… How much I miss my lady… Amoreena's in a cornfield, brightening the daybreak. Livin’, like a lusty flower! Runnin; through the grass for hours! Rollin’ through the hay, woah! Like a puppy, like a puppy, child…” Y/N’s voice loud enough to be on the recording Taylor was making as the song ended.

Taylor stopped it then, just as Y/N swore, “holy shit, that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened in my whole life.”

“Mom,” Amoreena looked at her like she broke the law or something, “you don’t swear in front of her…” she mumbled.

Taylor laughed, wrapping her up in another hug, “have you heard champagne problems? It’s okay for big kids to swear here,” she teased her.

They laughed like they were family like they’ve been there before and were always meant to return. Something just clicked with them, and without a doubt, they’d be returning. Taylor Swift of all people slipped right into their little life, filling the shoes of big sister, best friend and coolest aunt in the world all in one day.

It was the most perfect afternoon.

—

Just before the sunset, they all changed into their wedding attire. Meeting out on the beach for their small, extremely intimate wedding ceremony with miss Taylor Swift. Getting it out of the way so they could have the whole weekend for whatever Taylor had planned for them. She said she had a few surprises up her sleeve still.

They filled out all the paperwork required on Taylor's kitchen table beforehand, she had all the right documents from when she registered to ordain online. All they had to do was submit it at town hall and they’d be legally married.

But it didn’t matter to them, this was enough.

Taylor and Amoreena stood side by side at a homemade arch on the beachfront that Taylor owned, waiting patiently for Spencer and Y/N to walk down the fake aisle, hand in hand. They couldn’t stop smiling as they saw Amoreena at the end, a big smile on her face as she bounced with excitement.

They reached the end, turning to each other, Amoreena took Y/N’s bouquet, it was her duty as maid of honour and best man.

“Spencer and I have been emailing for 2 weeks about today, he’s been filling me in little by little about you both as he got to know you, I’ve really gotten to see his love for you in the form of letters,” Taylor described with a large smile on her face.

Y/N looks at him with an open mouth, shocked as she shakes her head in disbelief at him. “You’re kidding, is she who emailed you when we had lunch 2 weeks ago?”

Spencer nodded with another cheeky smile, “she emailed me as you told me not to plan anything too crazy.”

Y/N just laughed at the insanity, “sorry Taylor, please continue.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed along, “it’s actually kind of interesting how Amoreena picked long live and New Year’s Day to sing because from what I’ve learned about you both, the intermission poem from that tour really was written for you, somehow. Almost like by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance…”

Y/n’s eyed do that thing they always do when she’s remembering something she’s heard before, finding the exact filing cabinet in her mind and opening it. She finds the words.

“When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk,” she starts the poem with a small nod, letting Taylor continue the monologue in the form of vows.

“When’s she crashed, her clothes disintegrated. And blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends, family and lovers. When she looked around her skin was spattered with ink. Forming the words of a thousand voices, echoes she heard even in her sleep: whatever you say, it is not right. Whatever you do, it is not enough. Your kindness is fake. Your pain is manipulative.”

Y/N hasn’t watched the concert recently, unlike Spencer. She didn’t realize how much it sounded like them. Spencer, however, spotted the coincidences the second he heard it that night with Amoreena. Telling Taylor, explaining in detail how Maeve and Stephen were their personal last kiss storylines, but they’ve found a lover in each other. Cheesy, but it was the best way he could describe it.

“When she lay there on the ground she dreamed of time machines and revenge. And a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.”

She turned her attention to Spencer, replacing the pronouns to fit him for the next part, Y/N looked at him already knowing why, smiling as she made the connection in her mind.

“When he finally rose, he rose slowly. Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies. Wary of phone calls and promises, charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes.

When he stood, he stood with a desolate knowingness, waded out into the dark wild oceans up to his neck. Bathed in his brokenness. Said a prayer of gratitude, for each chink in the armour he never knew he needed.

Standing broad-shouldered next to him, was a love that was really something. Not just the idea of something.

When they turned to go home, they heard echoes of new words: may your heart remain breakable but never by the same hand twice. And even louder: without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.”

“What she said,” Y/N says with a quick giggle, leaning in as she laughs, taking him down in a giggle fit with her.

Amoreena’s lightly tugging on Taylor’s dress then, “you have to say it, please you can’t not say it, I had this planned out before I even knew you’d beee here…” she whispers like Taylor has any clue what she’s talking about.

Y/N just starts to shake her head with a smile, “I think she means the speak now bridge,” she reminds her.

“Ahh,” she smiles, picking Amoreena up to be at eye level with them all, she sings. “I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold, your, pee-E-eeace,” she sings it exactly like it is on the album, almost as if she’s been practicing to release it again…

“There’s the silence there’s my last chance, I stand up with shaking hands all eyes, on me,” Amoreena lightly signs right back. “Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you!”

Spencer laughs then too, smiling at his little girl living out the fantasy of a lifetime, seeing her mom dressed like a princess and marrying the broken knight with rusty armour, while Taylor Swift of all people holds her. Nothing about the life they had together felt real, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I think it’s only fair if I get a say in who marries my mom because I’ve known her the longest,” she adds, “and I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on this white veil occasion, but you happen to be the best dad in the whole world, so I think it’s cool that you love my mom.”

Y/N lets out a choked sob, she clearly had no idea that Amoreena was planning to say all that, but of course, she was. She knew all about every single Disney princess wedding, every fairytale ending and happily ever after, Taylor has helped her learn about love and vows and true feelings that cannot be stopped.

She knew what to say and she meant every word.

Spencer reaches out to take Amoreena from Taylor, holding her in his arms instead as Y/N snuggled in close to them, both his girls in his arms.

“I think it’s only fair I give some vows to you as well, I’m committing my whole life to this family, you should know how much that means I love you, too, Amoreena.” She snuggles in closer to his neck as she holds him back, Y/N’s head resting on his other shoulder.

“Till the day I die, I am going to be here for you: with unconditional love, with the best stories and the best morning cuddles. I don’t care if you pull me out of bed at 5 in the morning to feed the goats, or the chickens or just because you think the sun looks pretty and want me to see it too. I love you Amoreena, you’ve completed my life."

"Do you remember that day you asked me to be your dad?” his voice is so soft as he bumps her cheek with his nose.

She wipes her tears as she pulls away from his shoulder, overly emotional at the events of the day and extremely tired from the excitement she let out earlier. She nods softly, “I meant it.”

“I know honey,” he can’t help but start to cry a little as well, dropping his manly facade and being real with her. She deserved to see exactly what she meant to him, “I watched you pouring glitter glue all over that table, making the biggest mess ever, but it made me think… I had a hole in my heart for so many years, there was a part of me missing for so, so, so long, and then I found a little Eden by beautiful little kingdom, and the fairest lady in all the land took me in, and she patched up my broken heart with glitter glue.”

Amoreena tried to smile the tears away, sniffling as she tried to nod, “that's how I felt when you told me I could pick you to be my dad.”

Y/N was a sobbing mess, having to crouch down to her knees as she let it all out, steadying herself by holding onto Spencer’s leg like a child would at that height, “is she okay?” Amoreena worried.

“Your mom loves us so much, and the baby does too, so it’s making her a bit more emotional than normal,” he explains, wishing he could scoop Y/N up and hold her as well.

She wipes the tears from her face as she calms herself down and stands back up with help from Taylor, “thank you,” she manages to whisper to her with a smile.

She’s also been crying, watching the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. A family built on true love coming together, using her songs to form a bond that she’d never understand.

And she didn’t want to, some stories were best kept in families, to be sent down the line, generation after generation, to fall into the lap of someone like her one day and create a whole world with it.

“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband, wife and daughter, the royal Reid family,” Taylor’s voice is soft as she plays along with Amoreena’s fantasy land, hushed to match the moment as Spencer leaned in to kiss Y/N.

Amoreena doesn’t cry out in disgust this time, instead, resting her head on her dad's shoulder as she watched them peck each other's lips gently. Watching a fairytale happy ending unfold in front of her very eyes, blessed to be the result of this happy union.

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A/N: my anon is on now if anyone wants to come talk about the fic with me!! i love to share little hc's and things with you over here (also this was the original planned ending I wasn't going to continue past here but I'm probably going to write this for the next 10 years its too fun not to)

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