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keerysfreckles · 4 months

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OKAY BUUT IF ITS NOT TO MUCH CAN U DO A LUKE CASTELLAN X APOLLO READER AND LIKE IF U EVER HEARD pure as the driven snow (hunger games song) I CAN TOTALLY SEE APOLLO READER SINGING THIS TO HIM INFRONT OF PEOPLE

(Sorry for typing in caps I got excited 😰 but it’s okay if u don’t this request 🫶🫶🫶)

mamma mia — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x apollo fem!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: i did twist this request only with the song, i used lay all your love on me by abba :) i hope you still like it!

masterlist !

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saturday's were y/n's favorite day. not only because it was a free day throughout the whole camp, but also because of the apollo singalong at the bonfire.

every weekend a camper or two from apollo's cabin would take turns performing to start off the night. this weekend it was y/n's turn.

herself, and her two closest friends from the cabin were all getting ready. abigail, a tall brunette, was wearing a blue and purple 70s inspired jumpsuit. they were flared at the bottom of the legs and elbows of the sleeves. she finished the look with her hair straightened with a matching purple scarf acting as a headband.

stephanie, a shorter blonde, was wearing a green and silver two piece 70s set. it was a halter styled top, paired with bell bottom pants. she wore the same white boots abigail had, and had her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail, with her bangs covering her forehead.

stephanie and abigail were currently setting up their mini stage for their performance. the other campers were starting to file in the area, filling the empty seats of the amphitheatre fairly quickly. stephanie noticed hermes' cabin was front and center. both girls knew y/n would love the fact her boyfriend was right in front of the stage.

abigail and stephanie finished setting the stage, and went to get y/n from the cabin as chiron and mr. d started to announce tonight's events.

"will you hurry up? lover boy is out there waiting," stephanie walks into the cabin, before looking over her outfit once more in the mirror.

"what steph means to say, is the stage is set, and camp is waiting for you," abigail stands behind y/n at the shared vanity, and places her hands on her shoulders.

y/n continues fiddling with her hair, which was teased slightly, with a white headband, with a few front pieces framing her face. she had a similar 70s inspired outfit like abigails. hers was pink and orange, and the top was cropped. her bottoms were the same colors and they had five layers of ruffles adorning the bottom. of course, she had matching white boots just like her sisters.

"what if i mess up?" y/n asks no one in particular.

abigail continues rubbing her shoulders, "you've never messed up one of our performances, why is this one so different?"

y/n shrugs, "maybe the fact luke and i are dating now? and i guess i still want to impress him."

"he's impressed with anything you do," stephanie speaks up from the other side of the cabin, "this can just be another thing he brags about to his friends. how cool his girlfriend, and her friends, are."

y/n stands from the vanity, and simply holds her arms out, "group hug before we go out there."

stephanie and abigail happily oblige before the trio start walking towards the amphitheatre. the three girls grab their matching white microphones and get into their very stereotypical stances on stage, just as chiron finishes his speech.

the music starts, which makes all the campers quit their side conversations.

abigail, y/n and stephanie who were in a line, were now in a triangle, as abigail starts singing.

"i wasn't jealous before we met. now every woman i see is a potential threat. and i'm possessive it isn't nice. you've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice."

abigail continues to sing the second verse, when y/n takes the center of the stage as abigail and stephanie stand behind her.

"don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me."

as soon as y/n met luke's eyes as she sang her line, she could've sworn she saw hearts in his eyes.

stephanie sang the next two verses, as y/n and abigail had choreography while they were behind the blonde.

y/n moved to the middle again, and the trio all began dancing with the same choreography. she started singing thr chorus again.

"don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me. don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me."

the campers had started clapping along and moving to the rhythm of the song, as the girls on stage sang another verse and the chorus a few more times.

as the song came to a close, y/n brought both of her friends into a hug, before chiron instructed for the ares cabin to gather the firewood for the bonfire.

y/n was talking with abigail and stephanie on stage, and shrieked when she felt a pair of arms pick her up and spin her around. her feet land on the marble ground instead of the stage. she turns in the stranger's arms and her smile grows once she sees luke.

"you look like you walked right out of an abba music video," he laughs.

"that was kinda the point babe," she leans up and kisses his cheek. "did you like the song?"

luke nods quickly, "you all were amazing, but you," he paused to kiss y/n's forehead, "i couldn't keep my eyes of you."

"it was meant for you, if you couldn't put that together," y/n giggles.

"oh i was hoping it was meant for me. if it was for any other camper i wouldn't hesitate to share a few words with you missy," he tries to sound affirmative with y/n, but it only makes the girl laugh more. the couple and the rest of the campers who were standing were all instructed to sit by chiron, as the ares' kids all came back with firewood.

luke kissed y/n's cheek once more before he dragged her to sit with him for the rest of the night.

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wannaeatramyeon · 6 months

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Young!Samuel Seo with Young!Reader: Leave him be

G/N. Dinner Guest. Sorta expansion on Food.

Your mom and dad have forbidden you from wandering on your own.

It's too dangerous, you might get run over, you might get snatched. You're too young. When you're older. Blah blah blah.

Everything needs to wait until you're older. Ugh.

So how come he (and you stare accusingly at the oblivious kid) gets to wander around on his own? Entering your family's store without an adult. He even looks younger than you!

You scrunch up your face at the unfairness of it all.

Shaking, nervous fingers swipe a candy bar from a shelf before being hastily shoved into a pocket.

He glances around, peering left and right. Shifty and obvious as hell.

You open your mouth, about to yell, when you feel your father's firm grip on your arm. His lips, usually smiling and joyful, are pulled into a thin line. He shakes his head no.

"Leave him be," he murmurs.

The boy scurries out and you think life is more unfair than ever.

"Leave him be," is repeated at you each time as the adults hold you back.

What is it about the strange boy, with the unkempt hair and dirty shoes that lets him get away with so much?

The unkempt hair and dirty shoes-

And grubby oversized clothes. Same shorts and t-shirt everyday.

And coat worn thin at the elbows. Too thin for this weather, and you think about your own that your mom fusses over and wraps you in everyday.

And hands fisted by his stomach. Trying to mute his own hunger pang and rumbles.

And, today, a bruise and swelling on his right cheek. Finger prints marked into his wrist when he reaches out for the candy bar and his coat sleeve rides up.

Even as a child yourself, you finally get it - what the adults mean when they tell you to 'leave him be'.

He lingers.

Used to scurry away like an unwanted pest, not meeting your eyes on the way in or out.

Now the minutes stretch on. Elongates into double digits. Is it because the weather has turned bitter and harsh? Has your family convenience store, with tight aisles full of colourful snacks, food packaged in plastic and cartoon characters, now become a safe space?

You're playing by the back shelves, full of household odd items that never seem to shift and feel a pair of eyes watching you.

You turn and he's there. Staring.

"What are you doing?" The boy asks. It's the first time you've heard him speak.

"Playing," You shrug, and his eyebrows knit at the concept. "Wanna play? I can be the customer and you can be the owner."

He shuffles, shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back again, and you think he might bolt and that's the end of that. You'll never see him again.

But-

He looks at you with his big brown eyes, more calculating and shrewd than bears thinking about for a child his age, the bruise on his cheek now mottled green and purple and says-

"Ok."

It's a small and quiet 'ok' but he doesn't bolt. Your dad brings back drinks and snacks. All your favourites and more, and you think it's something to do with the presence of this boy-

"Samuel," he tells you, then eyes widening as if he let a secret slip.

"Y/N," you respond, not registering his reaction and only focusing on the game at hand.

"Y/N," he says quietly to himself. Trying out the sounds and syllables in his mouth.

You both play until the street lights flicker, turning on and covering the world in a warm orange hue.

"What time is it?" his head whips around nervously, reality crashing down on both your make-believe world.

"Six," your dad calls out, taking a break from stocking the ramen, "Did you want to stay for dinner?"

“Six!” Samuel exclaims, and you wonder if that is his curfew or something. Your eyes are drawn to his bruise again. "I have to go,"

He rushes towards the exit, nearly tripping over clumsy feet in his haste to leave. Trying to tug on his coat and button it, a small resistance against the unforgiving and cutting wind chill.

"Come play next time!" you shout at his retreating back.

Samuel's hand stills on the door. He turns, smiling, yearning and wistful before the cold, dark street claims him.

"Next time."

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism fic #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo #seo seongeun x reader #seo seongeun #wannaeatramyeon

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tommiruewrites · 1 year

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tewkesbury hc's !!

a/n: some of my random (and somewhat self-indulgent) flower boy headcanons after watching enola holmes 2! enjoy :)

requested: yes | no

requests: open | closed

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remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

❀ loves the combination of chocolate and orange

❀ just loves citrus in general

❀ favorite color is purple, second favorite blue, third yellow

❀ knows an insane amount about plants and will sometimes randomly spew out a random fact

❀ the two of you are walking down the street, chatting about topics not at all related to nature, and all of a sudden, he's like, "did you know-" {proceeds to tell you the most insanely obscure plant fact ever about a flower you've never even heard of}

❀ loves animals

❀ and he's always so proud of himself for knowing it too

❀ random plant facts are also his go-to conversation starters

❀ is extremely clumsy and constantly knocks things over, trips over his own feet, etc. but all of a sudden, all the clumsiness leaves his body when dancing or fencing ?? he has beef with coordination idk

❀ his favorite flower is the one that reminds him the most of you

❀ he knows the meaning and symbolism of every flower, so he always has a reason or message with each on he gives you

❀ he also looooves poetry

❀ not afraid to pour his heart out to you poetically

❀ but only once you've been close a while, in the beginning he's a hot, awkward mess, tripping over his words left and right

❀ he does much better writing out his feelings at the start

❀ hides poetic notes in your flower bouquets, or leaves pressed flowers in your letters

❀ extremely dramatic

❀ the type of dramatic to claim he's on the brink of death after getting a single paper cut

❀ in fact, he's so dramatic that when little things happen to you, he overreacts for you. what a gentleman

❀ definitely a hopeless romantic

❀ extremely good with kids

❀ slightly afraid of the dark

❀ his favorites are deer and horses, but he also just loves birds

❀ was a late bloomer when it came to walking, but started talking super early as a baby (it just makes sense okay)

❀ sometimes dances around in his room, alone, pretending he's dancing with you

❀ also practices romantic things to say to you in the mirror

❀ has super fancy-dancy penmanship and makes it look effortless

❀ really likes art, specifically romanticism style paintings

❀ plays the piano beautifully

❀ also understands latin and is fluent in french because he's fancy

❀ very easily entertained

❀ also has a very short attention span for most things and gets distracted easily

❀ main love language is words of affirmation, followed closely by gift giving and acts of service

❀ loves his hair being played with

❀ owns a journal where he logs each day

❀ absolutely loves jam

❀ avid lover of jasmine tea and green tea

❀ also puts a ridiculous amount of honey in it

❀ oddly afraid of frogs and toads

thats all i can think of for now, hope you enjoyed that.

side not, posted this on 11/11 at 11:11 my time bc im so cool like that. you're welcome.

#enola holmes #enola 2 #holmes #enola x tewkesbury #enola holmes x reader #viscount tewksbury #enola holmes 2 #lord tewksbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #tewkesbury imagine #tewkesbury x reader #tewkesbury fluff #tewkesbury headcanon #tewkesbury hc #tewkesbury #tewksbury #tewksbury x reader #requests open

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lou-struck · 3 months

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Pancakes for Dinner

Izuku Midoriya x reader

~ For some people, moving about the kitchen is effortless. You are not dating one of those people, but you appreciate Izuku’s efforts.

Wc:1.1k

a/n: I wrote this for pancake day but ended up having other things to do.

You think these cold, late winter days are starting to last just a bit longer.

The evening drive home from work that usually has you chasing the sunset is now much brighter, and as your vehicle pulls into your driveway, the sky is just beginning to darken with rich shades of purple, pink, and orange.

Taking a deep breath in, you inhale the savory scent of someone using their grill the smokiness makes your stomach rumble as it yearns for a home-cooked meal. Between Izuku's hectic patrol schedule and your unorthodox work schedule, you cannot remember the last time you took the time to make a nice meal.

You hunger for something made with love and not just convenience.

But have not the energy to make it happen.

Tiredly, you reach your front door. You are about to put your key in the lock, but then you notice that it has already been unlocked.

Tiredly, your lips form a small, fond smile when you realize that Izuku had gotten home before you. Maybe the two of you could order food and finally catch up on that show you've been meaning to watch.

"I'm home."

The front door closes behind you as your call remains unanswered. There is a doughy smell in the air, and the clanging of pots and utensils can be heard down the narrow hallway where your kitchen is located.

"Zuku?" you call again, following the noise with light steps, your socks pressing into the fluffy carpet. Your boyfriend's unmistakable sign reaches your ears just as you peer through the fluorescent-lit doorway.

To say the kitchen is a disaster is an understatement. A creamy batter is splattered all over the countertops, and the cabinets and mixing bowls are piled high in the sink. But in the middle of the disaster, Izuku stands determinedly, his strong shoulders hunched over the stovetop poking at a skillet with a rubber spatula in complete concentration mode. The flames coming from the burner are ridiculously high as they lick the side of the pan.

The Sugarman apron you got him for Christmas secured snugly around his trim waist, tied with a lopsided bow. You wait to get his attention until he is a bit farther away from the dangerously high flames. Next to the stove, there is a plate piled high with crumbly bits of what you assume to be his attempts at making crepes. Some pieces are golden brown and paper-thin, while others are slightly thicker.

His phone is propped up against the ceramic flour jar, and when you see what covers the screen, your heart overflows with affection. It's the crepe video you sent him earlier while scrolling on your lunch break. You thought the recipe looked amazing and wanted to save it for later.

But Izuku Midoriya, aka Mr. Acts of Service Is My Love Language, must've thought that you were craving them tonight.

"Izuku?" you call again. You voice much louder when he is out of arm's reach of the stove. You don't need to see his face to know that he is disappointed in how his crepes turned out as the one falls apart onto the plate.

This time, the green-haired man turns with a bit of a jump in your direction. A bit of an embarrassed flush on his freckled cheeks as he runs his hand through his hair.

"Y/n!" he smiles, glancing down at the mess. "You're home early today."

You walk in and lean in for a kiss. "Nope, right on time today." you hum playfully as he leans in for the kiss. Subtly, you reach behind him and turn the stove off, the flames dying quickly as you deny them of their fuel. Without the potential fire hazard, you shut your eyes and give his lips the full attention they deserve.

"Sorry about the mess," he murmurs against your lips. "I promise I'll clean it up when I am done.

You nod thoughtfully, knowing that he will. Izuku may be a bit clumsy when it comes to cooking, but he would never destroy the kitchen and leave you to pick up the pieces. "What are you up to here?" you tease, wetting your thumb with your tongue and wiping a bit of pancake batter that has somehow splattered onto his forehead.

"I- uhh." the tips of his ears turn pink as he looks sheepishly at the splatter marks on the cabinets. "I saw that video you sent me and wanted to surprise you by making some for you when you got home. I followed every step of the recipe, but making them was a lot harder than I thought it would be. As for the batter, I was a bit too strong when I was stirring everything together and it kinda went...everywhere."

You notice the way he awkwardly scans the room. But when he notices the plate from what he considers failed attempts out on the counter, he steps subtly to the side, trying to shield it with his body. But in truth, they may not look like the ones in the video, but they still look edible.

"They really don't look bad," you say honestly. "This was your first time making them, so of course they wouldn't turn out perfect.

"They are just broken little pieces," he mumbles more to himself than to you. His hand cupping his chin as he gets lost in his reflections. "Maybe I should've used a different pan or used oil instead of butter. The recipe only called for flour, but since they are breaking apart, I should've accounted for some sort of binding agent like yeast. Do they even use yeast in pancakes? I really tried to make them according to the recipe, but no matter what I did, they just kept tearing apart."

As he murmurs to himself, you reach over and pinch off a piece of one of the crepes to try. It tastes nice. The pieces are fully cooked, and the taste isn't too sweet at all. Overall, it's a solid first attempt. They were made with love, and that's all that matters.

"A-are they bad?" he asks, his eyes inspecting your face carefully as he waits to see your reaction.

Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek, a simple act of reassurance that never fails to make your heart flutter. "Don't worry, they're perfect."

A bit later, the two of you find yourselves curled up on the couch, finally catching up on your show. In your laps are two bowls filled to the brim with scraps of crepes and toppings as you eat them with spoons.

Enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of breakfast for dinner.

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #izuku x reader #izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #x reader

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ilovechuuy4 · 6 months

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Hello, I love your works and would like to request something (if it is ok with you)

So, imagine BSD charecters like Dazai,Chuuya, Fyodor and Nikolai (you can add other charecters if you want to) with a s/o whose eye color changes based on their emotions. Like red for anger, green for happiness, pink/ purple for love, grey/ blue for when they are upset and Brown is like a neutral color for them.

(you can choose the eye colors if you want to)

-🖤

A/N: Ok im going to be SO serious with y'all I put this back so far because I just didn't have ANY ideas and I feel bad if I lie and say I didn't see this, like I just haven't had ANY ideas im sorry i put this off so far(TW for like drinking ig for chuuya's

⧼ Your beautiful eyes.. ⧽

Dazai🐌 (Fluff)

It was around 7pm and you were waiting for Dazai to get back from the ADA office, since this was the usual time he came home. When you hear the door unlocking and your soft browns looking into his deep brown eyes, your orbs slowly faded into a shade of pink. You then stood from the couch and walked over embracing the brunette in your arms. Dazai wraps his arms around your waist, "Mhm? Good afternoon, baby." Dazai spoke softly, his voice full of sleep.

"Good evening to you too my sleepy boyfriend." You speak with a soft tone, soothing enough to burn a child to sleep. Your eyes have shifted back to the usual color now, but still full of love as you are held in Dazai's arms. "Could we make something to eat? I'm quite hungry, working all day is soo hard" He whined, shaking you by your waist slightly. You raised an eyebrow with a soft chuckle, "Yet, I doubt you did much did you, well of course you helped figure things out but you annoyed your coworkers, huh?" You say with a soft laugh.

Dazai just chuckles and trails to the kitchen, pulling you along, he was obviously hungry and he probably wanted you to cook something for him. "Could you make me some food, darlin'?" He looked over at you with a cheeky smile knowing you would even if you complained. Your eyes were a soft pink mixed with a yellow(happy and love) you decided to just make speghetti, it's simple 'nd good.

About 30 minutes passed, Dazai was hugging you from behind as he watched you cook with a smile. And shortly the food was done, you played it up with two pieces if garlic bread on est plate. You then stuck a fork in the food and turned to give dazai the plate. "Eat up, hun" you say as you place a kiss on his nose. "Aw, thank you" he says before he continues, "I love you, darling" he then placed a kiss on your lips and walked off to eat the food you made, leaving you a soft flustered, pink irises and a mess.

Chuuya🍷(Angst + Fluff)

You come home to a sort of sober but mainly drunk chuuya, which this has been happen for the past week, you get it work has been stressing him but it doesn't give him any right to drink his sorrow away! "Chuuya! Do we seriously have to re-talk about drinking your stress away? You've done this for the past week" you blurt out, rubbing your temples. "Darlin' it's not like im drunk? I'm just a bit stressed and I'm drinking a bit." The ginger spoke, his words a soft slur.

The amount of times you've gone through this with chuuya was so annoying. Your eyes a mix of red and blue, you were upset and mad at chuuya for drinking so much but, it also hurt you seeing him like this. You just stomp your way up the stairs and into the bedroom with a loud huff. Chuuya had a soft frown on his face as he stood from the couch and walked towards the bedroom, gently knocking on the door. “C’mon darlin’ I’m really sorry, can I come in?” His words were still a gentle slur but more legible, he knocks once more not sure if you heard him. He stood there waiting, until he heard you start talking, “Fine, come in..” you mumble, watching Chuuya open the door.

He walks in and shuts the bedroom door behind him, the ginger then sits down on the bed beside you, looking into your worried eyes. “Y/N, dear. I’m sorry I’ve been drinking so much wine. I know it’s not good it’s just, I’ve been so stressed.” He said as he continues. “I’m trying to find a better way to cope with stress it’s just not working. It’s just a bad, bad habit." He spoke slowly with a frown as he brought you into a warm embrace with his arms around you tightly. "I'm so, so sorry darlin'." He was genuine, Chuuya wanted you to know he was sorry for drinking so much.

"It's okay, Chuuya. Promise me you won't drink so much?" You said, your head buries in the ginger's chest causing your words to be a muffle. This brought a soft smile to Chuuya's face, "Alright honey, I'll try my best, I swear to everything I have." He then places a soft kiss on your head, your eyes then shift to a soft pink color. "I love your beautiful eyes."

A/N; ok I'm so so sorry I started this was a decent motivation but then it reduced at it was pretty hard to think of anything to write for when it came to this, so I wrote for dazai and chuuya. Hopefully I can get around for a part 2 if you're satisfied with this one!! I hope you understand:•3

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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All because of a silly little niffler, and a necklace| James Potter x f!reader

Reader is Slytherin, the same year as James, James pulls a big prank to snape but instead, you got it and everyone's making fun of you. Somehow reader is muggleborn in slytherin, cheesy love story, no smut

"Y/n, can you open this box for me? " Severus asked, giving you a very bright yellow and red box, that's moving.

"Fine" You were tired of severus's 'can you's' so you might as well do it.

Inside. A niffler jumped at you and you fell to the floor. It took your necklace off, a very special necklace to you, and you can hear laughs already, as the niffler walked across your body.

A boy named Regulus catched it and a first year helped him put it in the box, seems like they were the only one's who actually has a heart.

"Wasn't me" Severus puts his hands up and laughed. All this because you were a 'mudblood' as they say it. You were a muggleborn, but, clearly better than the pureblood maniacs. Even Severus is not a pureblood, he's a halfblood and treating hisself like he's one of the Black's.

You stood up and ran outside of the common room, even outside, you can hear people chiming in 'y/n the mudblood, is she gonna cry'. You've never seen nor heard Slytherin be this evil.

You didn't know were your feet was bringing you , but you walked, and walked, and walked, and bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry! " You put your hands down, to show your bright red face of sadness, but mostly embarrassment.

"Uhm, y/n, right, uhh, what's wrong? " A guy asks. Messy hair, glasses. Well, his voice too, was iconic, James Potter. The guy your fancied since year one, you were suprised that he even knew your name. Well you sniffed, just like a niffler and wiped your tears, you were more embarrassed now.

"Severus told me to open this box, and there was a niffler and It took my necklace, and plus, all the Slytherin's were laughing at me! " You cringed at the moment, remembering when many slytherins laughed, mostly the purebloods.

"Snivel-- snape? H-how dare he? " James stuttered. "James.. Don't tell me it's one of your pranks? " You asked him, disappointed, but honestly not surprised.

"Uh-uhm, I'm sorry, yes, but I swear I'll find you the necklace! And do things to snape, im sorry! " He said. "Oh.. James.. Well, you said sorry, and i guess it's fine, I can buy myself a new one.. Later" You said. If you hadn't fancied him for years, you would've screamed at him and made him pay back but, he is James Potter.

"How much is it? The necklace, of course" James asked. "Sixty galleons, I know you might laugh at me for crying at a sixty gall-" He cuts you off "sixty?! Sixty?! Oh my Lord, y/n I'm sorry! Can I buy you a new one, or-or something? " James eyes lit up.

"No, it's fine.. James, you didn't meant it, I mean it was severus's fault, and uhm, I need to go now, James, have a goodnight! " You faked your smile.

Walking down to the halls, you were sad about your necklace, you loved it. It glows yellow if you're happy, blue if you're sad, red if you're mad, pink if you're adoring something or someone, purple if you're confused, and green if you're sick.

You walked to the common room, in hope to find the box and Regulus, but just to get told that after you left, the niffler left too.

Well, you got to bed, sick to your stomach that you declined 60 galleons, and humiliated yourself, in front of the whole common room and james.

The next day was worst, you got a nickname 'y/n the sniffing niffler'. It was getting worst that you left your food almost untouched.

A week passed by, you didn't go Hogsmeade, cause you've seen everything there, and it's not like you can afford many things there.

You instead enjoyed reading some books, the fantastic beast, while drinking tea. You enjoyed the quietness and the weirdness of the creature's.

Until that peace was disturbed by the sound of someone running. "Y/n, you can't believe it, I've been searching you all day! " It was James.

"James Potter, looking for me, what? " You looked at him confused. "Y/n I'm sorry about your necklace, I found the niffler and.. It chewed it up" James said, his chest going up and down after all thw running.

"As expected, that's alright, James" You looked at your book back. "No, uhm-y/n, I bought you a necklace, from the same exact shop" James said. You looked at him, and there he had it, a similar necklace, thats shining pink.

"James, oh my gosh! " It felt as if you were the happiest person in the world. "Thankyou so so so much! " You stood up and hugged him, dramatic and cheesy, but you just had the urge to. Imagine getting a necklace from the guy you had a crush on for years, and imagine him putting it on to you, well, you don't need to imagine now.

He puts the necklace on to you. "Beautiful, as always" He smiled. The necklace gleamed yellow and pink. Well, around him the necklace is always yellow and pink, mostly pink.

"Seems like you adore me, don't you little thing? " James grinned. "How did you know, wait, no! I'm happy! Do you even know what pink means? " You asked him, stuttering.

"Oh, love, you must know that everyone who buys it gets clear instructions of what the colors means, right?" James grinned.

"See James, the problem is that uhm, it's pink because.. " You paused, immediately regretting what you just said. "Because? " James shot an 'innocent' eye to you.

"Oh geez, James you know it, ive liked you since first year" You looked down. "You can take it back if your disgusted of me, resell it or something" .

"Look at me, love" He said. James, has this special power that makes you do whatever he says, and you looked at him.

He smashed your lips into yours, while holding your chins up to him. Softly and gently, you two pulled away. "Mhm, I think we both know I like you back and you're keeping the necklace forever. Y/n y/l/n, the most beautiful, and nicest girl I've met, would you like to be my girlfriend? " James looks at you dead in the eye. You of course said yes.

This evening was not what he expected, he expected you to take the necklace and leaves, but, this is way better obviously.

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hii could I pls request Rachel x fem r, maybe they fight about something and up making out ? Thank u in advance

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍.

pairing: rachel green x fem! reader

warnings: none. kind of enemies to lovers but nothing bad 🫶

a/n: changed this request up a little bit, but either way we love a rachel fic!!! we need more. i love my gf <33 this is my worse piece ever guys IM SORRY.

keep it up w the requests!!!

word count: 1.3k

THE MOMENT rachel green strutted through central perk in her wedding gown you vowed to hate her for the rest of your life. her vigorous whining and confusion of common things you learned when you were seven years old were your new normal. it amazed you how the show stopping girl was so out of touch with the world. which is probably why she got so much on your nerves.

it started exactly two weeks ago when you were discussing your best friend chandler's dream, it seemed like moments later the woman bursted through the door begging for monica, your other best friend. you had heard little to nothing about the messy haired woman from your friends. just some comments made when you found monica's old yearbook in your own apartment years ago, and a few compliments on ross's behalf. but the moment the girl walked in the coffee shop she acted like she owned monica. and you didn't like sharing.

despite the moving in without talking to monica, your dark haired friend seemed to not mind one bit as she cleaned out the spare bedroom for the preppy woman. there was multiple times you asked monica (once rachel left the room of course) if she was one hundred percent sure it was okay for her friend to barge in like that. "she has no one, y/n. she doesn't even have two dollars to her name. she was my best friend for years. i'm sure." monica had responded as she made the guest bed. you opened your mouth to reply only to be interrupted before you could even speak. "monica, the mail man gave me his number!" rachel had announced as she entered the room, noticing the pink pillow covers. "do you have any satin covers? it works best for my hair." all you could do was roll your eyes as you went to bug chandler to make you a sandwhich.

the next day, you arrived at monica's in the mid afternoon after work. it was a long and stressful day as per usual. your typical day. the moment you opened the purple door you noticed the girl sat at the table, a hand through her hair as the other balanced a pen. "oh, hey y/n. where have you been all day?"

"um, work. like every other person who doesn't rely on 'daddy's credit card'." you spoke as you made your way to the fridge, pulling out a drink. you heard a dramatic huff as she dropped the pen to the table and turned to you. "and what is that supposed to mean?"

"for your information, y/n, i am not blonde. i have dirty blonde hair. completely different things, practically a brunette." she scoffed as you ignored her words and made your way over towards the couch. you plopped down as you heard her follow you and stand in front of you. "and, i don't rely on my daddy's money. look at me now."

"wow, you've been without your credit card for seventeen hours you should win an award." you spoke sourly as you crossed your arms. rachel shook her head as she put her hands on her hips. "what's your problem?"

you stayed silent as she huffed dramatically once more. your eyes looked up into hers for the first time since she walked through the coffee shop. blue eyes, bright blue eyes. ones that could make one swoon. you understood now why she was the popular high school girl like ross had told you years ago. she was easily one of the prettiest girls you'd ever seen. "i'm waiting."

your words settled in her mind for a moment. the silence of the room killing the both of you. you tried to stand your confident ground but there was something unsettling about calling out the woman who's smile vanished like that. "you think i have a smile that could make everyone fall on their knees?"

you genuinely couldn't believe how self-centered she had to be to say that to you. especially to respond to that part, out of your whole speech. but then she did that smile. that smile that made you want to fall to your knees. her lips curved ever so slightly, the brown lipgloss you were sure she took from monica glossing her lips. her teeth showing so slightly but they were perfectly white. so pretty. her cheeks lightly blushed with makeup she had in her purse. she looked down on you with a sparkle in her eye.

"you like me," rachel smiled simply as she walked away. you pressed your lips together as your eyebrows furrowed and you turned to watch her sit back down at the kitchen table. "what? did you hear nothing i said?"

"yeah, i heard a girl just begging for another girl. i'm flattered really," the blonde girl hummed as she picked up the newspaper and looked through the job section. her silence only infuriated you as you stood up and made your way over to the table. "rachel."

"hm?" the girl hummed as she glanced up at you. you felt the urge to gulp at her eyes on you. there was something nerve wrecking about the way she was looking at you. "i-" you huffed, causing air to come out of your nose. "i hate you."

"yeah?" rachel replied innocently as she stood up and made her to you. which was only a foot away from herself. there was barely any space between the two of you as she got closer and closer. becoming prettier and prettier the closer she had become. her nose nearly brushed yours as you felt her breath on your neck. "do you hate me enough to... not kiss me?"

and that was enough to envelope her in a life threatening kiss. wrapping your arms around her as she cupped your face with one hand and held your pant belt hole with the other. your lips moved in perfect union. the taste of rachel's lip gloss was cozy in your own mouth, it reminded you of hot chocolate on a chilly winter evening. if only rachel were there wrapped in you with a warm blanket, now that would be a perfect winter evening.

"OH MY GOD. MY DREAM CAME TRUE, CHANDLER!" you heard a familiar scream making you yank away from the girl, seeing your group of five standing their in awe. because yeah, you were making out with rachel green.

#rachel green #rachel green x reader #friends #monica geller #phoebe buffay #ross geller #joey tribbiani #chandler bing #rachel green x fem reader

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: Wonka was released on Max yesterday (March 8th)! Whoo! I started watching it last night, and I couldn't help but feel so giddy while watching it! It's such a sweet and endearing movie! I stopped after "For a Moment," and I'll watch the rest later. Maybe I'll watch it as I write the rest of the story. That probably won't happen, though, because I love this movie so much, lol. .

Anyways, this chapter was so much fun and surprisingly easy chapter to write! But picking who sings what was a bit difficult, but I got it! 😁

I love this song! It's so catchy, and it shows the impact Wonka's chocolate is having. It's such a fun dancing song, too!

Also, I had to put two GIFs in this time. I couldn't choose between the two, lol. They were both too good!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 7: You've Never Had Chocolate Like This

Yin felt the excitement course through his body as he, Willy, and Noodle discussed their plan for the day. After talking about plans all night, the whole team was ready to sell chocolate.

As Noodle talked to Willy about what to do when they spot the police, Yin was distracted. He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful chocolatier. He was dressed as a waiter for a restaurant, part of his disguise, and Yin couldn't keep his eyes off him. Not only was it a bit strange seeing him dressed so formal, but it was a change that made Yin's heart skip a beat.

"Yin! Are you there?"

The boy snapped out of his trance and looked at the person talking. "Yeah. I'm here, Noodle..." His words trailed off again as he felt himself blush with embarrassment.

"You're clear with the plan?" She asked.

"Yeah..." Yin muttered with a nod, still looking dazed.

"You have to be ready to catch Willy when he goes into the storm drain. Got it?"

Yin just nodded with a hum.

Noodle sighed and shook her head while smiling fondly. 'He's hopeless.' She thought to herself.

Willy chuckled at the interaction. "You'll do great." He told the slightly flustered boy.

Yin nodded at the curly haired boy. "Okay."

They heard the church bell ring, signaling the start of the day.

"All right. It's time to sell some chocolate!" Willy said with excitement. Noodle nodded and got into position. Before Willy could go, Yin grabbed his wrist. "Wait, Willy." He said, his voice soft.

"Yes, Yin?" Willy looked at him.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "You look great." He said softly.

Willy felt his cheeks warm up at the compliment. He looked to the side for a second before turning back to the adorable boy in front of him.

"Thank you." He said with a soft smile. He took his free hand and placed it on Yin's cheek, his thimb caressing the area. The action made Yin blush more, but he smiled sweetly. "Good luck." Yin whispered, releasing Willy's wrist from his hold. Willy smiled more and nodded at the boy before he pulled away and jogged over to where he needed to be. He already missed Yin's touch.

Yin jogged over to Noodle, who was smirking at the lovestruck boy. "You're so in love." She teased. "Shut up." Yin muttered with a chuckle. Noodle laughed at her friend.

The two started to watch Willy as he approached a man who just got rejected by his partner. Ouch.

"Monsieur, can I help you?" Willy asked the man in a French accent. Yin had to keep himself from giggling uncontrollably.

The man replied, "Hello waiter. Do you have anything for a broken heart?"

(A/N:

Willy (Purple)

Yin (Blue)

Ensemble (Black)

Noodle (Green)

If you see parentheses around a repeated line before it, the two people are singing it together. But if it's in parentheses AND slanted, it's said right after the first time.)

🎵So the taxis never stop

The girls think you're a flop

You're wet and cold, you're getting old, your confidence is shot🎵

"It's true." The man admitted.

🎵When people look at you

They seem to look straight through

Or, like you're something brown they found upon the bottom of their shoe🎵

"Have you been following me?"

Willy moved to being in front of him. He put a napkin on the table and like magic, when he pulled it away, underneath it was one of his new creations.

🎵But this should lift the gloom

My giraffe-milk macaroon

Just take a chance and you'll be dancing to a different tune

Goodbye to feeling small

And frightened of it all

Just eat a few of these, and you'll be feeling ten feet tall🎵

The man tried one of the treats. Then, he had a second one. He felt a transformation happen, and suddenly, he was feeling more confident.

Customers watched as Willy and the man, with his newfound confidence, got onto the tables and started to dance.

🎵Wеll, there's chocolate

And thеre's chocolate (and there's chocolate)

Only Wonka's makes your confidence skyrockelet (Only Wonka's makes your confidence skyrockelet)

Put your hand into your pockelet

Get yourself some Wonka chocolate🎵

Customers clamored over to Willy, paying to get his chocolate. The man, feeling more confident than ever, walked up to his partner, Barbara.

🎵Madame, just one kiss

Yes, please🎵

The two kiss.

Yin and Noodle watched the scene with smiles on their faces. Then, Yin saw the police coming from a distance. He tapped on Noodle's shoulder. "The police are coming." Noodle looked before nodding. Yin ran to where he needed to go.

🎵You've never had chocolate like this

No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵

Noodle whistled, signaling to Willy that the police were coming. Acting fast, Willy got off the table and ran into an alleyway and jumped into the open storm drain.

Yin was already at the bottom, and he caught the chocolatier as he fell. Piper closed th storm drain, hiding them. Yin looked at Willy, his hands on the man's waist.

"Well?"

Willy smiled widely. "It was a success. They were buying the chocolate!" He replied with excitement. "Yay!" Yin said happily. Willy laughed at the cute boy.

The two stayed put for some time, enjoying the delightful silence until Yin spoke up.

"Hey, um, Willy?"

"Hmm?"

"When we do this again tomorrow, can I do it?"

"You want to sell my chocolate with me?"

Yin nodded, smiling. Willy matched his smile and placed his hands on Yin's shoulders. "Of course you can! How can I refuse?"

Yin's smile got even bigger.

(Transition)

It was a new day, and two ladies were discussing Willy Wonka's latest creation. Word was being spread now.

🎵Have you tried his new one?🎵

"No."

🎵Oh, you've got to have a go

Just pop one in, and everything becomes a Broadway show🎵

Yin, disguised as a ticket collector, gave the ladies the chocolate after paying. They started to sing and dance.

🎵The news that makes you gasp

The jokes that make you laugh

All that you say and do all day will be choreographed

(All that you say and do all day will be choreographed)🎵

(Transition to nighttime)

It was now nighttime, and Willy was disguised as a barber, attending to a balding customer, along with two others.

🎵Lost your hair, can't think where

Feeling fairly bare up there

Don't despair, I come prepared

Behold my hair repair-it claire🎵

Willy showed the three men the treat, who wolf them down eagerly. A hairless cat ate the leftover one.

🎵It's made from ground vanilla

From the markets of Manila

Take heed, eat more than three, and you'll end up like a gorilla🎵

(Transitioning between the two)

🎵Well, there's chocolate🎵

The passengers on the tram were dancing like they were on Broadway.

🎵And there's chocolate🎵

The three balding men now were sporting full hair-dos. Even the cat now had full fur.

🎵Only Wonka's makes you hop around the clockelet🎵

Yin watched with a big smile at everyone enjoying the chocolate. Until he heard Lottie ring the bell to warn him. Knowing who was coming, Yin ran towards the back of the tram where Abacus opened a hatch into the engine compartment. Yin slid through it and down into an open storm drain below.

Willy was at the bottom, and he caught the boy, arms around his waist. Yin's hands on Willy's shoulders.

"How it go?"

Yin smiled widely and reached into the pocket of his disguise and showed Willy the money he collected. "All of them bought it!" He said excitedly.

Willy laughed out of excitement and hugged Yin. "We're doing it!"

Yin blushed hard at Willy, hugging him, but he smiled and hugged the chocolatier back. The two embraced excitedly, hopping on their toes as the passengers sang. Even hearing the police chief and Officer Affable sing joyfully about how great Willy's chocolate is.

"By the way... you look great dressed like that." Willy said as he pulled away to look at Yin. Yin felt his cheeks warm up, but he smiled shyly. "Thank you."

(Transition to nighttime)

After a successful day, everyone retired to their rooms in the wash house.

Meanwhile, the main trio was in Noodle's room. Noodle wrote the word "Cat" on a blackboard. Willy was seated in a child's school chair, learning to read. Yin was standing close by, watching.

🎵Well, there's literate and illiterate

Can you tell me what this word is?

Not a bit of it🎵

Yin snickered at the two. Noodle sighed but continued.

🎵Well, that's a vowel, and that's a consonant

What's that now? You're talking nonsenense🎵

Yin laughed this time. Willy looked at the young man with a soft smile. Noodle sighed in exasperation.

🎵I should call it quits🎵

Abucus appeared with a jar of money.

🎵But you've never sold chocolate like this🎵

He was right. They were making a lot of money. Yin looked over to Willy, seeing he was creating something out of the paper on the desk.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

Willy smiled. "You'll see in a moment."

Yin waited patiently as Willy finished and showed him what he created. An origami rose. "For you." He said, handing it to Yin. Yin blushed lightly as he took it. "Thank you."

(Transition)

Days went by, and Willy Wonka was making more profit with his chocolate. The three chocolatiers were in the vault, berating the Chief. Fickelgruber started.

🎵Well, there's chocolate🎵

"I understand that." The Chief said.

Prodnose joined in.

🎵And there's chocolate🎵

"Totally true." The Chief agreed.

Slugworth came in, equally annoyed as his two colleagues.

🎵Only Wonka drives a hole right through our profilets🎵

Slugworth's secretary, Mrs. Bon Bon showed their profit charts. They were going down exponentially.

"Yes, but what I'm trying to tell you is that -" The Chief tried to explain, but he was interrupted by Fickelgruber.

🎵If we don't get on top of this, we'll go bust,🎵

The other chocolatiers joined.

🎵Choco-pocalypse!🎵

Fickelgruber added.

🎵We'll cease to exist🎵

The Chief finally got to talk.

🎵But fellas, you've never had chocolate like this🎵

He hands them each a Broadway chocolate, as they are called. They taste it despite their fury, immediately breaking into a joyful song and dance.

🎵No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵

(Transition)

Willy and Yin are in the town square, back where it started selling from a little cart. A huge crowd surrounds the pair, buying chocolate as fast as they can.

🎵Well, there's chocolate (well, there's chocolate)

And there's chocolate (and there's chocolate)

Only mine'll find you buying wedding frockelets (only his will find you buying wedding frockelets)🎵

The man, named Colin and Barbara, came out of the cathedral, just married.

🎵We have just tied the knot, and it's

All because of Wonka's chocolate🎵

The crowd celebrated this occasion.

🎵Off to a life of bliss🎵

Yin walked to the front of the cart, handing out chocolates to paying customers.

🎵You've never had chocolate like this

No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵

Willy joined Yin in front of the singing and dancing crowd.

🎵Have you ever had chocolate like this?🎵

The pair joined the dancing.

🎵No, we've never had chocolate

No, we've never had chocolate like this🎵

The pair were dancing, hand in hand, and spinning each other. Then they heard Larry, and then Noodle whistled. The police were in sight. Willy motioned Yin to go to the storm drain. Yin nodded and weaved through the dancing crowd to get to it. He made it and jumped down, landing on his feet. He saw Willy, who jumped down, closing the storm drain. Yin caught him. However, in Willy's panicked state, he didn't give Yin enough time to prepare to catch him.

So, when Yin caught Willy, the pair fell down, Yin on his back and Willy on top of him. The two groaned at the feeling.

"I'm so sorry, Yin. Are you hurt?" He asked, looking over and checking him for injuries. Yin sat up and placed a hand on Willy's shoulder.

"It's alright." Willy looked at the boy. Yin felt a blush bloom onto his cheeks. "I'm... fine." He said slowly. He got lost in Willy's hypnotizing hazel eyes.

The two stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds until Willy sighed softly in relief. "That's good." He got off of Yin, and offered his hand out to the young man.

Yin, flattered and feeling butterflies in his stomach, took Willy's hand. Willy pulled him up onto his feet and helped the boy dust himself off.

Once they finished, Yin looked at Willy with a big smile. "This is working out. I can't believe how successful this has been!"

"You didn't think it would?" Willy asked, looking a bit sad that Yin didn't believe in the plan.

Yin quickly shook his head no. "No, no, no. I was just worried about...."

"Worried about what?"

"You. I was worried about you. Getting caught by the police. I didn't want you to get hurt."

Willy's look softened at Yin's concern. "Oh, Yin, that's so sweet of you to think that." He took Yin's hands and gave them a squeeze. "But you don't have to worry. I'm a magician. They won't catch me." He said with a playful smile, reaching up and booping Yin's nose with his index finger.

Yin giggled at Willy's silliness. "I believe you." He said, returning the playful gesture to Willy. Willy scrunched his nose a bit at the action but laughed along with Yin.

#wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #fanfic #timothee fanfic #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n

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ksharoly · 2 months

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THE LOST GIRL

no mother could ever throw away their child who didn't experience love and care even so others didn't even think about it.

before rhaenyra had her 3 sons she had her first girl y/n she knew to herself she always wanted a girl but unlikely of her she despite loving her because of the old legacy that an heir should be a boy not a girl.

"princess you shouldn't do this it's your first child a heir next to the iron throne" maids pleading her to not throw her baby out and let her kid be taking care to someone else.

"just do it" rhaenyra walked outside the room leaving her child y/n in the dust.

that day y/n didn't feel any love towards anyone but one day an mysterious lady adopted her as her only student.

"remember this dear you should not let your guard down and dont ever show your weakness" Evelyn holds her their hands together.

"understood" the warm of Evelyn felt warm the only thing that comfort you on those cold days that you've been through.

"now how about we go to the king's landing you've said that you always wanted things from there" Evelyn said as she ready her stuff.

"yes" you're short reply doesn't really bother since she always likes silent.

the road to the king's landing was silent as the two enters it.

"did you hear a girl with white hair and purple eyes is lurking around" whisper's has been going around the king's landing

"yes, I've heard that too".

the hectic in the house targaryen has been big rhaenyra was in destress that her first born was coming back to her it's not like she didn't want it to happen it's just that she wasn't prepared for this.

"my sweet child oh Lord please I've regret everything i did give her back to me" tear's running down her eyes if only she could turn back the time she would love her daughter forever.

"mother what's going on why are you crying" her son jacaerys told her mother as they hug each other lucaerys enter the room as he also joined the hug.

"dont worry about it my son"

if only she could turn back the time.

"be ready your first appearance to them will be unforgettable".

the victory party of the targaryens are so happy because of the battle between of the greens and black's no wonder that if ever rhaenyra ever think of finding her daughter.

people were whispering to each other because of what they saw a girl who wore dark red dress that complement her body and a braided hair.

"oh how beautiful she is"

"she looks like a targaryen"

"what a gorgeous lady"

complements all over the party as the host announce the victory of the black's.

"MAY I PRESENT YOU LADY Y/N OF HOUSE CALLISTO"

many were shocked as you reveled your self as the support of the black's but rhaenyra didn't knows it because she thought Evelyn was the one who supported her to become alias.

"toast to the queen rhaenyra targaryen for her victory" you rise your cup and the people follow through it and clap for the victory.

rhaenyra was in shock she didn't think this will be the way that she will be reunited with her daughter that she throws out.

'think of this as my support because this will be the last time you will ever experienced it MOTHER'.

#house of the dragon #the house of dragon x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd x reader #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon

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mountingpulisic · 1 year

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I'D LIE

i don't think that passenger seat

has ever looked this good to me

she tells me about her night

and i count the colors in her eyes

christian felt as if he was starring as the male lead in a cliche romantic comedy. It was set in london, about two best friends that were in love with each other but in this movie, he called life, he was definite that you did not return the same feelings that he had for you.

the two of you sat in his parked car overlooking london, indulging in some chinese takeout as you animatedly recalled your date the previous night to him.

you had idiotically given your obnoxious coworker a chance to take you out, having grown tired of him persistently asking.

and you instantly regretted it.

recollecting memories of the event, you told christian how you had rolled your eyes countless of times last night you had feared that at any moment they were going to get permanently stuck.

your co-worker was the definition of a loser, and you had hit rock bottom in the dating pool for allowing him to be graced with your presence.

christian listened thoroughly to your rambling, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked in the passenger seat.

she'll never fall in love she swears

as she runs her fingers through her hair

i’m laughing 'cause I hope she's wrong

and i don't think it ever crossed her mind

she tells a joke i fake a smile

that I know all her favorite songs

“I’m never going to fall in love, i swear.” you frustratedly whispered, brushing your hair out of your face as you stabbed your sesame chicken with your chopsticks. this was your fourth failed attempt at actually meeting a decent guy, you seem to only attract bottom of the barrel men.

christian half-heartedly laughed but he could swear he heard his heart break a little; he hoped you were wrong.

he ponders on how long it will take you to realize that he was standing right there, waiting for you to open your eyes, for you to love him back.

christian didn't know how long he would be waiting for you to come to your senses, but promised himself he was in for the long haul.

“hey, how about we listen to some one direction? i know how much you love them” christian bargained, wanting to get you out of your gloomy mood. "i promise not to play their last album. i know how upset you get over zayn's departure."

christian would've done anything to bring back the smile he loved so much, even it meant listening to the british boy band for hours.

I could tell you her favorite colors green

she loves to argue, born on the seventeenth

her sister's beautiful, she has her father's eyes

and if you ask me if i love her, i’d lie

christian watched as you flipped through the color palette, needing to decide on a color for your birthday cake, you two stood in the bakery located in your hometown. he knew you were going to choose the same color you've chosen for three years in a row, sage green. it had been your favorite color ever since you were little, the love for the color had caused you at one point to dye your hair the color.

“y/n, c’mon. just choose the green.” he argued, you two had been standing in the bakery for forty-five minutes now simply because you couldn’t choose between the sage green and lilac purple. even though the both of you knew you were going to choose the color you always navigate to. “you are just going to choose it anyway."

“no i am not!” you argued back, placing the two colors side by side as you determined which one you liked best.

christian felt as if you secretly loved to argue with him, always having a quick comeback to any comment he made.

“y/n, your birthday is the seventeenth, you don’t have time to be indecisive. pick a damn color.”

“I’m going to choose the sage green.” you sweetly told the baker, ignoring the cocky smirk that appeared on christian’s face next to you.

as you discussed the cake design you pictured for your birthday party, christian couldn’t help but admire your features.

you were the definition of perfection in his eyes. his heart had jumped out of his chest when he saw you for the first time at tammy's going away party. it had felt as if all the air in his lungs began to disintegrate.

growing up, you confided into christian about how you were always told by boys how beautiful your sister was. never being on the receiving end of their compliments.

christian wasn’t blind, your sister was an attractive young lady, but she wasn’t you.

she didn't have your eyes, the eyes that you inherited from your father, the ones that held so much life and love in them.

she didn't have your nose, the one that cutely crinkles when you found something disgusting, like ketchup.

she didn't have your smile, the one that lit up any room that you entered.

she didn't have christian's heart, the one you didn't even know you were in possesion of.

deep into conversation with the baker about how red velvet was the ultimate birthday cake flavor an older had approached christian.

gently tapping him on the shoulder causing him to turn his head and look down at her sweetly.

“your wife is awfully pretty, young man.” she beamed, gummy smiling at you, still talking to the baker, now with your eyebrows furrowed together trying to get him to understand your reasoning on the choice.

"oh she isn't my wife, ma'am. just best friends."

“son, i’ve been around long enough to know you don’t just look at your best friend like that.”

christian didn't understand how everyone could see he was in love with you, but you had remained oblivious.

she looks around the room

innocently overlooks the truth

shouldn't a light go on?

doesn't she know i’ve had her memorized for so long?

your birthday had quickly approached. your party was in full swing but something had been missing, or rather someone.

you stood on your tippy toes trying to locate christian, you had yet been able to properly talk to him tonight, having been swarmed the minute you had entered your "surpise" party.

when your eyes finally settle on the familiar head full of curly brown hair, you noticeably exhale a sigh of relief.

if your sister saw you in this exact moment she would have annoyed you to no end, always compelling you about christian and yours unspoken emotions towards each other. you'd just brush her off and assure to her that he did not feel that way about you.

christian's eyes memorized your attire the second they set on you. you had worn simple little black dress to celebrate your birthday, it was something so simple, but it had made look phenomenal.

she sees everything black and white

never let nobody see her cry

i don't let nobody see me wishing she was mine

an hour into the party, christian saw you quickly excused yourself when your slimy of an ex-boyfriend had shown up uninvited with a leggy blonde tucked to his side.

your relationship with elliot, your ex, had ended in complete bloodshed and had caused you to lose the color in your eyes, now only seeing everything in black and white.

christian placed his drink down and excused himself from the small circle he was conversing with as he hurriedly followed behind you into the back of the restaurant.

he followed the small sniffles and found you with your head leaned againist the wall, trying to soothe your cries.

“i never liked him, y/n” christian confessed, mimicking your exact position but instead his eyes were closed, letting you softly cry without a pitiful stare focusing on you.

christian knew how you never let anyone see you cry. it was a promise you had made to yourself when you were fifteen after having crying in front of the entire student body when your crush rejected you.

"you never like any of my boyfriends christian." you laugh, wiping away the tears that had spilled onto your cheeks.

yeah because they aren't me he thought.

he stands there then walks away

my God, if I could only say

i'm holding every breathe for you

christian stayed leant up against the wall with you until you were certain you were going to be able to join the party again without tearing up.

ushering him to go before you so you could fix your makeup, it didn't go unnoticed by you how your heart began to ache for his presence.

you knew that you shouldn't have felt this way about your best friend, first off it was such a cliche, second off, you knew he would've never felt the same.

valuing your friendship over your constant urge to profess your love, you swallowed your feelings and held you breathe for him.

he'd never tell you but he can play guitar

I think he can see through everything but my heart

first thought when i wake up is, "my god, he's beautiful"

so i put on my make up and pray for a miracle

"pulisic, play me a song." you jokingly ordered christian, pointing towards the guitar that was placed in the corner of his room.

you found yourself tucked in christian's bed at the early morning hours. not being able to sleep you had asked him you could come over, secretly knowing that his voice alone could send you into a peaceful slumber.

"y/n, it's three o'clock in the morning, i'm not playing you a song." he argued, tugging on the covers as you held a habit of hogging them when you slept.

"please, pretty please. if you don't i'm going to tell the world you can play the guitar and all your fans are going to go crazy constantly asking for you to play them a song an-"

"okay!" christian cut in, with his face being planted in the pillow, it had muffled his annoyed groan. the things he does for you he thought as he got up to go pick up the musical instrument.

making yourself comfortable, you looked at him with the widest grin. choosing to ignore him calling you annoying under his breath, you listened carefully as he began to strum the cords on the guitar.

god, he was beautiful.

after he was done playing you the melody, christian made his way back into the bed and began to get settled once more. following his lead, you fluffed your pillow multiple times while trying to get comfotable.

you decided to just sleep in christian's room since the spare bedroom was too far of a journey for your liking, you knew he wouldn't care due to you always sharing a bed when you went out of town with friends, both mending into your respective sides.

"goodnight y/n."

"goodnight christian."

neither of you knew that the other was wishing for the same thing.

a miracle

yes, I could tell you his favorite colors green

he loves to argue oh and it kills me

his sisters beautiful he has his father's eyes

and if you asked me if I love him

If you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

a/n: if you saw me post this two days ago, no you didn't. i like this version so much better, anon i hope you like it aswell.

#christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic

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ubejamjar · 2 months

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⁺˚･༓☾5 Character Associations☽༓･˚⁺

★ E M O T I O N S / F E E L I N G S

Hope of a new start in a city where no one knows you

Joy in finally, finally accomplishing something you thought you couldn’t.

Calm when you get lost in the process of creative work

Safety in the arms of a well-meaning stranger

Loneliness after your lover goes home

★ C O L O R S

Brown - cinnamon, clove, old leather

White - snow, ivory, wool

Blue - night skies, blueberries

Purple- winter mornings, dried hydrangea

Yellow -amber, citrine, honey

★ S C E N T S

old books

warm wool

spiced cake

honeyed green tea

evergreen trees

★ O B J E C T S

An unfinished knit scarf that she wears anyway

A deck of ornate, fading tarot cards in black and white

A worn journal with rough edges, full of letters and sketches meant to be gifted to someone

A pair of leather boots, perfectly broken in with snow clinging to them

An ephemeris filled with astrological ponderings and dreams.

★ B O D Y L A N G U A G E

Easy smiles ready for anyone and everyone, they always brighten when someone smiles back.

Eye contact to show attention, to make sure one feels both seen and heard, to make sure you’re ok.

Tail flicking when irritated, anxious, or especially stressed, usually followed by pinching the bridge of her nose.

A fidgety restlessness of someone who is always ready for something to go wrong; it only fades when she’s truly comfortable with someone

Standing alert or at attention whenever someone in command, with authority speaks. It’s an echo of her life as a conscript that is difficult to shake.

★ A E S T H E T I C S

༓An endless blue sky reflected in the rice paddies; little green rice sprouts that catch the sunshine

༓ A fresh cup of tea with just the right amount of milk and honey

༓ A campfire night beneath a sky full of stars;

༓ A university library just before closing for the day

༓ A street lamp casting gold light onto the gently falling snow

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certifiednatelover · 1 month

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Seeing stars-C.Sturniolo PART 1!

Songs that i recommend listening to while reading this series:

Where is my mind?-pixies

Runaway-lil peep

No more tears- Ozzy Osborne

Warnings:NSFW. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with this topic DNI! Some angst? Fluff at the end! Lots of dialog. use of Y/n.

(NSFW IS THE OTHER PARTS)

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English isn't my first language so I'm sorry in advance if my spelling+grammer isn't good!

no proofread!

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Key:

Y/n: Red

Chris: Orange

Nick: Purple

Matt: Blue

Olivia: Green

Others: Pink

Y/NS VIBE:

Summery: Y/n fall's in love with the schools biggest player, Chris Sturniolo. But what happens when he falls harder?

Chris's POV:

My phone rang for the 100th time today; Olivia's been bombarding me with questions about why I didn't go to her sweet 16. I open up one of her voice messages and I cringe as soon as I hear her high-pitched voice.

"Hey, bub. Why didn't you come to my birthday? I picked out an outfit just for you and you didn't come!"

God, that voice made me want to drive Matt's car off a bridge. I never understood why I chose Olivia. Hell, I could have any girl I want from our so-called "school" and I chose her. All the guys in my grade are drooling over her but oh, Jesus, they should run 1000 miles away from that woman.

I opened one message after another and they where all the same, some of them saying "you'll never find someone like me" and some "please come, I miss you, hun". Miss me my ass. The last time she missed me was when she was drunk at a club and she needed me to drive her back home.

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y/n's POV:

School has never been on my list of favourite things. Its probably the opposite. I put on one of my old band shirts and some baggy shorts. I'm not poor but I'm not necessarily rich, My parents work aboard a lot so I get the apartment to myself for months on end.

There are multiple groups in my school, I'll name them out for you.

1: Band kids

2: The stanley obsessed kids

3: The lacrosse players

4: Goths

5: Academically smart people

Yeah, that cliché shit. I'm one of the "band kids". Our school doesn’t really have bullying but we have DRAMA. Lots and lots of it, actually, It's mostly the Stanley obsessed kids and the lacrosse players that start it. I think you can guess what type of drama it is:

"Oh my God, Elijah, you totally just ruined my stanley!"

"Alex, let me wear your jersey!"

Yep, We have THOSE types of girls. God they annoy the FUCK out of me. Especially Olivia, all she does is pop a tit and she get anything she wants from her boyfriend Chris. Ewewewew.

I walked into the school building and I could already smell the odor from the bathrooms and changing rooms, I took one whiff of the school air and I felt nauseous. My friends walked up to me and I already mentally prepared myself for some useless yapping about them breaking their guitar strings and the gig we have next week. I gazed across the hall and spotted none other then The Chris Sturniolo making out with his "girlfriend" Olivia. I wrinkled my nose and looked away, I really didn't need to see the person I loved the most making out with the person I loathed, especially at 7 in the morning. Bloody hell, they should get a room, Honestly, it's embarrassing.

"Yo, y/n, you going to the gig this weekend? We desperately need a lead guitarist since Griffin fell sick".

I turned around as soon as i heard that familiar voice. I looked up and saw my closest friend Jett, we've been friends since K-garden and we both have a love for music. That's basically how we bonded, we're both 17 and hate Olivia.

"yuh i'll be there. send me the adress-"

I get cut off by Olivia screaming at chris about something.

"YOUR REALLY GOING TO BREAK UP WITH ME?"

"well yeah, you've been annoying me all week and I'm sick of your bullshit, your a homophobic little bitch and I'm finished with your BS"

"WHAT ABOUT PROM? DON'T YOU FEEL ANYTHING AT THIS POINT? WHAT ABOUT ALL THE THINGS WE'VE DONE TOGETHER??"

"I'm not going with you Olivia, you've bullied my brother for being gay and thats unacceptable. I'm disgusted by how I've always sided with you and lost multiple friends because of you. we're over"

Chris glanced at me as he walked off and i gave him a small smile, knowing that i'll see i'm english again due to him not being with Olivia in the janitors closet during 2 and 3rd period. Me and Jett walked to homeroom in a comfortable silence as Olivia stormed off into the janitors closet to cry or to call her father to pick her up.

2:00pm.

an hour and a half until the next gig. I sit down next to Chris's seat in English while fiddling with my guitar pick, waiting for class to start. Suddenly, I hear the door open and Chris steps inside for the first time this semester. I look him up and down and smile to myself, knowing damn well he won't have a clue on what we're doing in class.

He sits down next to me and raises an eyebrow when i quickly look away.

"You've never had an attractive boy sit down next to you?"

Holy shit his cockiness is sickening.

"I've seen far more attractive boys at gigs. Sorry if that bruises your ego."

I mutter as I turn to page 25 of my book and start reading the page.

"Oh come on. I bet you haven’t seen much. I'm the most attractive guy at school. You gotta admit that I AM a bit attractive"

I scoff and put my headphones on. God he was so obnoxiously cute it was sickening, I couldn't help but smile as he pouted and opened his book. He had a mix of confusion and flipped through a few pages of the book "private peaceful" with the look of pure shock displayed on his face. He tapped on my shoulder and whined,

"hey pleaseee help me with this work. I don't know ANYTHING about this book and we have a whole book report to write about this book. I'll pay you back!"

I groaned and reluctantly put my headphones off, glancing at the book and then back at him.

"how much you talkin'?"

I raised an eyebrow as be pondered on the price of my "tutoring".

"I'll pay you fifty bucks if you tell me about the book and one hundred if you write the book report for me"

My eyes widened as I head the price, I looked up at him with a confused expression.

"A HUNDERED DOLLARS FOR TUTORING? HOW RICH ARE YOU??"

I suddenly slap my hand to my mouth, embarrassed that those words slipped out of my mouth. He turns a deep shade of red and i instantly feel stupid for asking him. Of course he was rich. He was a bloody lacrosse player.

"I'm so sorry I shouldn’t have said that. You don't have to reply."

God I was so embarrassing. His gaze softened and looked down at me, smiling at me he told me:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I look at him with a expression of pure shock and type is number into my phone while the bell rings, signalling the end of class.

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Chris's POV:

"I guess my parents make a lot of money. Don't worry, you're not embarrassing. I'll give you my number. Call me this evening. I'd like to get to know you."

I chuckle as she looks up at me with a shocked expression. I really liked her vibe. After Olivia created a whole situation with me breaking up with her, I wanted to find a new female friend. Y/n had the vibe i've been looking for all this time.

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

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sundropmoondroplover · 1 year

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Not Truly Scary Nightmare Bonnie x Reader Part 1

Nightmares aren't real, right? They shouldn't be. Last time you checked, nightmares had no possibility of ever becoming real. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw him. He was a bluish-purple bunny that sported Sharp claws and teeth. He stood almost 7ft tall, looming over you. You would wake up with sweat all over your body from the nightmare that was him. He never really spoke. All you could hear from him was deep growls and heavy breathing before scaring you awake. Sometimes you would even wake up crying because of him. You were downright terrified of his presence in your dreams.

It had to be a bad thing that he was in your dreams. Currently, you were at work half asleep. "Hey, Y/n! You need to stay awake, sweetheart," said your coworker Amanda. You smiled at her before saying thanks. "Y/n, What's wrong? You've been falling asleep on the job lately. If you keep doing it, the boss will be on you," she said. "I know Amanda... I've had so many nightmares lately," you said, rubbing your eyes. You yawned and made a coffee for yourself. You waited a few minutes for it to cool down before drinking it. Hopefully, the coffee will help. Before long, all the coffee you made was gone. The coffee helped you a bit. Throughout the rest of your shift, you were pretty much awake.

Before long, you realized it was the end of your shift. You went outside into your car, driving home. While driving home, you felt like you were being watched. Getting nervous, you started to drive home in a hurry. After a bit, you finally made it home. You quickly got out of your car and went to your house door. The feeling of being watched was becoming more and more apparent. You fumbled through your keys, desperately, trying to find your house key. Deep and low growling could be heard from behind you. You finally found the key opened the door, and quickly went inside. You slammed the door shut, locking it. Your heart was beating so much. What was watching you or even following you?

You went over to your couch, sat on it, and turned on your TV. Watching TV, you start calming down. Your heart starts to slow down to an average beat. You let out a sigh resting against the couch and closing your eyes. Sleep eventually took over your body. A dark environment took over your vision. You could see tall green trees all around you. You were in a forest. It smelt like it had just rained. It was a beautiful smell, so fresh and pleasant. That beauty didn't last long before the environment started to become gloomy. You heard the same deep and low growl from every other dream. You looked around, seeing nothing. Suddenly, you were snatched by him. The nightmarish creature growled, bringing you close to his face. You quickly woke up before anything else could happen.

Breathing heavily, you looked at your surroundings. You get up off your couch going into the kitchen, grabbing water from the fridge. Walking out of the kitchen, you drank a bit of water before hearing a loud thump from upstairs. You coughed, looking upstairs. You remember locking the door, so what was in your house? You crept up the stairs trying not to make a sound. Finally, you made it upstairs, hearing the thumping get louder. It was coming from your room. Terrified, you quickly went into your room, turned on the light, and saw nothing. The noise has stopped. "H-Hello? If anyone is in here, show yourself!" You yelled out. Nothing responded to you. You looked around one more time, seeing a blur in the corner of your eye.

You were getting scared. What if this thing or person was here to kill you? Footsteps were starting to approach your door. You quickly got into your bed, hiding under your covers. Your heartbeat and breathing were out of control. The footsteps finally reached your bedroom. They were way too heavy to be human. Suddenly a deep and low growl came through your room. The same as your dreams, along with the ones you heard outside. Then, a deep voice filled the room. "Hehe, I know you're in here, sweet little bunny~" it cooed out. You poked your head out from the covers and saw him. The same nightmarish bunny-looking creature as every dream you've had. He looked over at the bed, noticing your eyes watching him. "There you are, sweet little bunny~ Heheh... We are going to have so much fun together," he said, reaching for you.

#fnaf 4 #nightmare bonnie x reader

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Secrets....

Pairing: Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, self deprecating behavior, minor innuendos if you squint

Summary: you prepare for the party as you get a visitor at the Cafe.

Part 3-

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"Y/n, that looks amazing!" You heard Sarah say as you put the finishing touches on the cake for Starks party tomorrow. "Thank you, Thor told me he liked green and gold, so I went with it." You smiled, spinning the cake around. The bottom tier emerald green with gold accents, the top tier you decided to do a black geode, with green and gold inside, laying the rock candy along the top of the bottom tier. "Here, hand me those." You asked her as she handed you the box of green macarons, outlining the bottom tier with them you were done. "Ok, let's roll this into the cooler and I'll start the marinade for the brisket.

You got everything situated, wanting the meat to sit overnight. You grabbed a tray of cookies to go put them in the case, looking out the front windows you saw him come around the corner, his long hair blowing in the wind. You couldn't help stare as he made his way across the street, he was mesmerizing. You vaguely heard the bell as he walked in, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled. You were so entranced you weren't paying attention to where you were going, sending you and the cookies to the floor.

You leaned back on your knees, embarrassment overtaking you. Maybe he didn't see you? Of course he saw you, he probably thinks you're an idiot. You thought to yourself as you leaned forward, picking up the cookies, tears threatening to spill over, as your fingers brushed someone's. You looked up, looking up onto the greenest eyes you've ever seen. "Lady y/n, are you ok?" He asked watching you. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Bruised my ego a bit though." You laughed. He smiled and helped pick up the rest of the cookies. He sat the tray on the counter, wiping his hands on the most expensive suit you think you've ever seen, as he stood in front of you with his hands out. You craned your head to look up at him, God he was tall, and placed your hands in his as he pulled you up.

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" He asked again. "Yes, I'm sure, thank you...Loki right?" You asked. "You remembered." He smiled. "How could I forget you.....err.....I mean your uuuh...." you cleared your throat feeling your face heat up. You caught the smirk on his face. "What can I do for you?" You asked trying to compose yourself. "Oh, well I was hoping to get another slice of that perfect cheescake." He said winking, as you felt your stomach flip. "Oh yes, absolutely!" You said a little too loudly. "You go have a seat, I'll grab it for you." You smiled running to the back.

"Y/n, he was totally into you!" You heard Sarah rush in. You scoffed looking at her "Yeah ok, and the sky is purple, he was just being nice." You said getting the cheecake out. "Uh huh." She said smirking. "Stop looking at me like that." You said adding the whipped cream. "Mmm, cheescake with a side of you." She winked "Sarah!" You laughed, grabbing the plate and making it to the front. You sat the plate in front of him as he smiled up at you "did you want any tea, or coffee?" You asked "tea would be lovely." He smiled. You nodded, making your way behind the counter. You came back with hot water, honey and several tea bags "I forgot to ask what you liked." You laughed setting it down. He smiled picking out the one he wanted.

"Would you care to join me? If you can that is?" He smiled. "Uumm.....sure. I can sit for a minute." You smiled as Sarah brought you a coffee winking at you. "So, y/n you own this shop?" He asked dipping his tea bag in his cup. "Yes, it took me a few years but I finally got it all paid off." You smiled. "And how do you know James?" He asked staring at you. "Oh bucky? He's been coming here for awhile, the guys sweet tooth is out of control." You laughed sipping your coffee. "So you are friends with him." He stated, still staring at you. "Well, I suppose, kinda I guess?" You thought "not so much friends as my most loyal customer" you laughed as he nodded.

You watched him take a bite of his cheescake, the moan he made sent a shiver down your spine, as you watched him close his eyes. You felt your face heat up as you listened to the sounds be was making. "Y/n?" He said bringing you out of thoughts "what? Sorry." You quickly averted your eyes, missing the smirk he had "I was saying this has to be on one of the best things I've ever tasted." He smiled leaning on the table. "Well thank you." You smiled back. He hadn't taken his eyes off of you, his gaze was intense, pulling you in when you heard his phone go off, breaking your staring contest. "My apologies, it appears I must take my leave." He said standing up, you following. You noticed some crumbs on his jacket "may i?" You asked as he looked at you and you slowly brushed your hand over chest. "Thank you y/n." He nodded.

He pulled out his wallet to pay, putting your hand up "No, on the house, I insist." You smiled. "Are you sure?" He asked. "It's the least I can do for you picking me up off the floor." You laughed nervously. He leaned in smiling "I would pick you up anytime." He whispered leaning back as your face heated up. "What are your plans tomorrow?" He asked staring again. "Oh. Umm I have an event I'm catering, so I'll be pretty busy with that." You smiled. He took a step closer to you, you had to crane your head up to look at him "Well, Good luck with your event, I hope it goes well." He smiled. "Thank you, and I hope you'll come back." You smiled "oh y/n, you couldn't keep my away if you tried." He smirked, grabbing your hand bringing it to his lips "until next time y/n." He said kissing your hand, his lips lingering for a moment before releasing it. "Until next time." You smiled and nodded, you knew your face was red by now. He smiled and left.

You got everything ready for tomorrow and headed home. You couldn't stop thinking about Loki as you opened the door, Emma attacking you immediately. "Hi angel, how was your day." You asked hugging her. "Good! Aunt Mel took me to the park!" She yelled "oh really, and what did you do?" You asked. "I played on the swings and the slide, and aunt Mel met a man!" She urged. "She did?" You gasped "what was his name?" You whispered to her "umm...I don't remember, aunt mel!" She yelled running to the kitchen "what was the man's name today?" You heard her as you followed her to the kitchen, seeing Mel blush. "His name is james." She smiled. "Yeah, he had a metal arm. It was so cool!" Emma screeched. "Ahh you met bucky." You smiled.

You got Emma tucked in bed, reading her favorite story and made your way to the living room, flopping in the nearest chair. "Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare." You sighed rubbing your eyes. "Well if anyone can do it it's you." She smiled. "So, James huh?" You smiled. "Yes, he asked me to that party your catering but I told him I had to babysit. So he asked if he could take me out on sunday." She smiled seeing her blush. "Aaww that's great!" You smiled. "Your ok with it right?" She asked "yeah why wouldn't I be?" You asked "cause he's your friend and he practically lives in your shop." She laughed "Well yes friends, that's it. He'd never be interested in me." You smiled. "You don't know that y/n." She said looking at you "Mel, just don't ok? I know your trying to make me feel better but face it, I'm going to die alone." You laughed "y/n.." She started when you put your hand up. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning." You got up heading to your room.

You got into your pajamas, looking in the mirror again. You sighed running your hand over your stomach and sides. Your thoughts returning to Loki, his intense gaze, the moans he made as he ate. You wondered what his hands would feel like running over your skin. You felt your face heat up at the thought, quickly shaking your head. "I'm not even close to his league, I may as well be on another planet." You said to yourself as you climbed in bed. You sighed staring at the empty space next to you. Imaging what he must look like in the morning, his long curls tossed around, spread across the pillow. "Uuuhhh!" You sighed rolling to your back. You closed your eyes, sighing into the dark. You drifted off to sleep, thinking about the greenest eyes you had ever seen.....

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liminalpebble · 1 year

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The Refugee: Chapter 48 and Epilogue

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A/N: Oh lordy, folks! This is the end of my very first ever and unexpectedly massive fanfic. I truly thank each and every one of you reading and following and encouraging and discussing with me through all of this. It's been a labor of love (and mild obsession) and now that I'm hooked I'm sure I'll have other stories for you to dig into soon.

All my love and gratitude,

Peb

The Black Keep was uncharacteristically inviting on this clear crisp morning. The sun shown brightly over the glittering frost of a long winter, teasing the hope of a long delayed spring in Laufeyhavn. Past the ancient black arch and wide gates, the golden interiors of the castles glowed in sharp contrast, now festooned with banners and lanyards; peopled with crowds from all corners of the empire and beyond, here for the long day of a royal wedding and coronation.

Within her new chambers, which contained her magically replicated cabin from the Vanir kingdom, Lenora stood making final adjustments to her gown, trying to take deep breaths and ignore the rumble of hundreds of people beyond her small haven. Vlad sprawled unbothered on his favorite pillow, possibly napping, possibly plotting to gouge into Loki's forearm for his own amusement later. It was impossible to tell.

Lea didn't hear her fiancé's footsteps. She only heard his voice unfurl behind her like a silk runner.

“I'll be happy to help you out of this later, even to tear it off of you if you wish, though you look so ravishing that it would be a shame to ruin it,” he crooned as his hands wrapped around her waist from behind, nose and lips nuzzling against her neck. The shiver and tickle of his playful touch made her giggle. The pads of his fingers ran up the embroidered bodice, laced with royal purple and forest green geometric patterns. This time, her Morhari emblems were combined with his own.

“I actually quite like this one. You've always had good taste.”

He pulled his lips reluctantly from her neck to mumble his answer. “Though not always the best motives.” He looked ahead into the mirror, meeting her eyes in the reflection, saying more seriously, “but truly, I've always loved creating trinkets and clothing to adorn you. I was trying to tell you that I love you, but I wasn't sure how else to say it.”

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck to look deeply into the cool waters of his eyes. “I knew. I kept them. I understood your language.” She tapped her finger on the golden replica of her Morhari pendant which sat delicately but proudly above her collarbone. He gave a small affectionate smile, tracing his finger lightly over chain, gently grazing her skin, then slid the back of his fingers down the valley of her breasts.

She chuckled, and gave a wry grin, saying in a low whisper, “Your Majesty, if you keep up this behavior you're going to be very late for your own wedding.”

He gave her a broad naughty grin. “And again, if you keep calling me 'Your Majesty' or 'Sire' you'll be too exhausted to walk down the aisle. And would it really count as being late if the bride is also missing?”

Lea tapped his smiling cheek gently, but then his face turned serious and solicitous as he said, “You know, you don't have to go through with this. I know it's all ceremony, all predetermined lines to be publicly spoken. I know it's not the same as the promises we make to each other privately. I wouldn't blame you if you weren't ready, or simply didn't want this for yourself, or just wanted to go and have your own life. I would help you find the most perfect and comfortable home in the universe for you to enjoy. You wouldn't even have to see me again if you didn't want to...you're free now...you can...”

“Shhhh...” She said, putting a finger to his lips. “Loki, I've made a commitment and intend to honor it. There's more at stake here than just our own happiness. And if I stay, things will change.”

“Oh?” he said in faux surprise.

“Yes. To begin with, we're going to honor our promises to the provinces. We're going to rebuild, my homeland, among others. We're going to build trust with Asgard and everyone else. We're going to make sure the Jotun have a good...”

Now it was his turn to raise a finger to her lips. “Anything you say, Empress. I will follow your lead in all of it, but this life must be your choice...not mine. Aren't you afraid? ”

“Of course I'm afraid! I'm absolutely terrified, and in over my head, and woefully unprepared, and uncertain. I couldn't feel farther from ready for this. ”

He stroked the worried crease forming over her brow. “That's how you know you have the wisdom to lead well...a wisdom I wish I had instead of my arrogance.”

She was silent for a moment, then spoke carefully. “You know I will never give you, nor do I wish to give you, an heir. Can you tolerate that?”

He nodded. “Lea, my empire was born of greed and violence. When you and I are gone, I think it's for the best that the empire goes with us and the power lands where it always should have been, in the rightful hands of the people.”

Lea cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. “Who are you? Because it sounds like we're in agreement and that can't be right.”

A bright breathy laugh escaped his lips as he kissed her, long and lingering, savoring the sweetness of their private moments before a long day of none.

He sighed and ended the kiss reluctantly. “I can't wait to take you back home later,” he growled into her ear and lightly bit her neck.

She sighed out, “you are my home, my dear scoundrel,” and his heart glowed, incandescent from her words.

----

Both parties were, in fact, slightly late to their own wedding (only slightly and fashionably, of course). The day was as grueling as Lenora suspected it would be, but the soft cool touch of Loki's long hand, encircling her own eased the rising heat of her nerves. Through the swarms of people, she sought out the familiar proud faces of her allies, her friends; Beatrice and her girls, Thor (although unaccompanied by Odin), Nadia, Majbrit, and lastly Magnus, Astrid and baby Nora all smiling lovingly to the new queen and to Loki. Seeing their faces, Lea thought to herself that maybe, just maybe, she and Loki were never really as alone as they felt, that friends would be there to hold them if only they would let them sometimes.

As the crown was placed upon her head, the new empress's first thought was of its weight. The heaviness of her title and responsibilities made her breathe quicker shorter breaths. She wondered if her small body would be able to carry and fill the heavy but hollow crown after all, but as the sea of subjects genuflected before her in a great hushed wave, Loki held her hand all the more firmly and put his arm around her waist. He would help her to carry this burden. They were in this together now.

The day sprawled into a star-glittered night, as if even the heavens were celebrating with them. Lenora felt happy, satisfied in her own way, but the overwhelming press of so many people, so much noise, so much pomp and circumstance began to wear on her. She dawned a cloak, found a door to the balcony and slipped out into the chilly air, taking in great lungfuls of the night breeze. As she sat on a marble bench, Vlad seemed to materialize of out nowhere, hopping into the lap of her fine gown and demanding her attention by kneading carelessly into the rich fabric.

This creature always seemed to know when she needed him, and she smiled at the thought. As she stroked Vlad's back and ears, she fiddled with the crown on her head, eventually needing both hands to remove it and place it carefully beside her on the bench. She heard the merry hubbub from inside as the door opened and closed again. As she turned her head, She saw the horned golden helmet being placed beside her golden crown.

Loki smiled to her. “These things can certainly become heavy, can't they?” he remarked running his slender digits through his hair, releasing it slightly into those curls that charmed her so completely. He slid up next to her on the bench saying, “mind if I join you?” knowing that she wouldn't. In response she only angled his head down against her shoulder and stroked his hair. The silly picture the three made, sitting there, amused her; the empress stroking Loki's black hair with one hand and Vlad's black fur with the other.

Loki turned drowsily and whispered into the shell of her ear, “I love you, Lenora, my beautiful little empress.”

“I love you, too, scoundrel” she replied, kissing his forehead.

Epilogue

They sat contentedly like this in a restful silence for some time, watching the stars, when suddenly the blazing light of a portal attacked their eyes with a blinding glow. The two stood, on alert, summoning their weapons, as two figures stepped through the spiraling glow; a man and a woman.

“Your Highnesses, We're very sorry to interrupt...and we seem to be very very late,” said the man raising his hands in a surrendering gesture as he smiled slyly.

The lovely woman, dressed all in regal red, red hair flowing in the preternatural sway of her levitation, said, “Congratulations, Your Highness,” with a warm sincerity. Wanda had a soft spot already for Lenora after all she had learned about her; the kind of deep sympathy only one refugee can feel for another.

“I'm Dr. Stephen Strange, and this is my colleague, Wanda Maximoff.”

“I know who you are, Strange,” Loki said with a deadly glare, in a fractious, lethal voice that surprised Lenora.

Dr. Strange only chuckled. “Ah yes...Your Majesty. We've been briefly acquainted.”

“I was falling...FOR 30 MINUTES,” Loki growled out with gritted teeth, and then looked over to Lenora's wide puzzled eyes and softened. “Oh sorry, darling. I didn't mean to frighten you,” he said, holding her hand.

Lenora shook her head with a deeply baffled expression and said slowly, deliberately, in her newly practiced diplomat's voice, “I welcome you both, Dr. Strange, Miss Maximoff, but could someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!”

Wanda spoke, with a lovely unfamiliar accent which fascinated Lea. “Empress, we come from Earth...Midgard. We're here because we've been monitoring the progress of your sorcery abilities for some time, since Queen Nadia informed us of you. Our magic shares the same...family tree...if you will. Stephen and I would like to offer you the chance to hone your skills in Midgard, with a group of individuals like us. And though we hate to pressure you during this crucial time for your empire, we will need an answer soon. In a few days we must return to Earth and we'll need to either take you with us, or say our goodbyes for a time.”

“If I go to Midgard, I could still travel back and forth...between realms?”

Stephen replied, “Yes, of course. But we'd ask for your committed attention to training for several months, and then, well...we'll take things as they come. If you have to say 'no' this time, it could be quite a while before we're able to come back and try again.”

It felt strange to Lenora...the idea of a community of people like her, people who might understand and guide her after the trials of finding her own path most of her life. After a long pause during which she tried to process this information, she finally said, “I...I'm not sure what to do or say. Please don't misunderstand me, I'm incredibly grateful to both of you for this opportunity but...I think I...I need some time to make my decision...with my husband. Please, go enjoy the party. Be our guests for time you are here. We'll discuss this over the next few days of your visit. Is that agreeable to you both?”

They both nodded. Wanda spoke, “We're so grateful for your hospitality, Your Highness, and we'll leave you to speak privately.”

Stephen gave a little bow to them both and thanked them, then said, “You know, it's been awhile since I've had a drink with Thor. I think I'll go catch up.”

As the two left the balcony and closed the doors, Lea and Loki faced each other, holding hands.

Loki sighed and gave her his lopsided scoundrel's grin. “Well. So much for my plans of keeping you blissfully in bed for a few days.”

Lenora wanted to smile back but couldn't, her eyes flitted around in thought. “Hey,” said Loki. “I certainly wasn't expecting this either, but we'll figure it out. I am good at improvising.”

She looked up to him, big dark eyes questioning and uncertain, “Loki, what...what do I do? We have so much to do here for the empire.”

He stroked her face. “There'll be many transitions and changes, certainly, but it will be a time of peace. If you choose to go, I will keep you informed and we'll make decisions together. We can argue just as we always like to do, it will just be from a distance.” He winked.

He gently lifted her chin and kissed her, encircled by the velvet dome of the heavens and the green iridescent ribbons of northern lights, then said, “Whatever you decide, Lenora, I love you and I'll encourage you. The choice is yours alone. You're free.”

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