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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 4: A Wedding of Presidential Proportions

You couldn't sleep when you got back to the White House. You were pacing the floor of your room, trying to fabricate a believable love story for you and Bradley.

You would say that you'd gotten close during his campaign, and he proposed the night he was elected. That would explain why he risked his life for you after the last debate and why you held the Bible and danced with him at the inauguration. That would be believable.

You also had to think of a wedding date. It would need to be soon. Now that the people knew, they would push for a wedding. You settled on October. That would give you two months to figure this out.

You'd have to tell your parents tomorrow because you knew they would have questions, but you couldn't tell them the truth.

You were furiously trying to write notes down when you realized you should probably check on Bradley. It was almost two in the morning. You hoped he was still awake.

You grabbed your robe and note cards before sneaking down the hallway. You knocked once on his door before it flew open.

"You can't sleep either?" He asked you. "No. But I've been productive. You say as you enter his room.

You spend the next twenty minutes going over the tale you have spun for the two of you. He sits silently and nods along as you pace back and forth across the carpet of his bedroom.

"So, does it sound believable?" You ask him once you finish. "It does. You've really put a lot of thought into this." He agrees with you.

"Now, for a wedding date, I was thinking October because by the time the story gets out, we will have been 'planning' one for a few months." You tell him.

"Do we really have to get married? I mean, William and Kate dated for ten years before tying the knot." Bradley points out. "Yes, but their engagement was about a year. Trust me, I've thought about dragging it out, but with the digital age we live in, it gives people too long of a chance to find out we are lying." You explain to him.

"Okay, so after we get married, how long until we can get divorced?" He asks you. You stop in your tracks. You hadn't even thought about that.

"Well—" you begin, "If we get divorced in less than two or so years, people are going to be extremely upset. It will look bad on you, and the tabloids will start fabricating stories of infidelity between us, and it would tank your chances at reelection and my chances of ever working again." You continue.

"But, if we get divorced after two years, that would be peak reelection campaign time, and again, people would be angry that their favorite first couple is breaking up and it would give your opponents fuel for a smeer campaign and probably tank your ratings and cause a scandal." You tell him. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

"Oh my god." You breathe out. "What?" Bradley asks you as he sits up from his chair.

"The only way to prevent this whole thing from killing both of our careers is to stay together and get divorced after you get reelected or lose the 2028 election. It would be at least four years of marriage. Four years of a lie." You state.

You can feel the heat rising in your chest as the anxiety sets it. You being to pace faster around his room. Your eyes are wide with a far off look in them.

"Oh my god, we can't do this. We can't commit to this for FOUR YEARS Bradley. What was I thinking when I said that? I'll tell you what—I wasn't thinking. I didn't want the media to brand me as someone who slept her way to the top, but now I've sentenced both of us to a life of scrutiny in the public eye!" You shout at him.

"We can't do this. I was wrong about everything I said. I didn't have a plan, I wasn't thinking I just did, and now I've screwed everything up." Your voice starts to tremble. Your chest tightens, making it harder for you to breathe. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

Bradley can see the cracks in your armor starting to break. The facade that you wear so well is slipping. His heart breaks when he sees the first tears slip down your cheeks. He's never seen you cry before. Come to think of it, he's never seen you as anything other than put together. He's shocked to see you like this. Emotional, vulnerable, raw.

"Where's my phone? I have to call Jaycee. I have to have her publish a story saying that I was lying and that we aren't a couple." You choke out. Your hands are trembling as you try to unlock your phone, but it's no use. The device falls from your fingers and crashes to the carpet.

That's all that it takes for you to fall to your knees and sob. Rooster immediately jumps from his seat and pulls you close to him. You're babbling about how you're sorry to him and about how you can save his career by tanking your own.

It's killing him inside to see you like this. To know that he's the reason you're having a panic attack at three in the morning. He doesn't know how to respond. Normally, you're the one picking up the pieces for him. So he does the only thing his can think to do. He sinks down on the floor next to you and pulls you close to him. He tucks you under his chin and rubs your back to soothe you.

"Y/N. Y/N—please, take a breath. Look at me." Bradley tells you softly. He takes your chin and gently directs it to meet his eyes.

"Let's take a couple of deep breaths together. Come on, breathe with me. Breathe in—and breathe out." He directs you. He repeats this several more times until your breathing is back under control, and you aren't crying anymore.

"Okay, let's talk through this slowly. We have two options. We can get married, spend the four years together, and then get a quick and amicable divorce after the election. If we do that, we both have a good chance of being able to continue our political careers, right?" He looks to you for your approval. You nod your head.

"Or, you commit political suicide by saying what? You made up the whole thing because you didn't want the media slandering you?" He asks. "It seems like they would slander you even more if you said we lied." He tells you.

"I can tell them that I can onto you, I was harassing you. Trying to blackmail you or something. If I did that, it would save your image. I could never work in politics again, though. I'd have to leave D.C." You stutter out, the anxiety still not fully gone from your body.

The thought of you leaving made Bradley sick to his stomach. He couldn't let you give up your dream for him.

"No." He says. "I won't let you do that. I can't let you do that. I wouldn't be in this position of power if it wasn't for you. I can't do this without you. I need you." He tells you earnestly.

"We are already friends. We can do this. We'd only have to pretend for the cameras and in the public eye. Behind closed doors, it doesn't matter. We can fake it til we make it." He laughs.

"You sure?" You ask him. "Positive." He confirms. You nod your head and smile at him. He helps you up. You take a deep breath and feel some relief.

You pause for a beat, and Bradley can see the exact moment you put your mask back on. Gone is the vulnerability you'd just shared with him, and back was the bravado he'd seen you wear so well.

"You know you'll have to make sure any hookup you bring here signs and NDA, right?" You ask him.

"Come again?" He blurts out with a look of confusion. The sudden change in your demeanor has his head spinning.

"Look, Bradley, even if we have to be married for a bit, I don't expect you to be celibate the entire time. You won't be the first president to have a mistress, but you'll be the first with permission. You snicker at the last part.

"I mean I'll do the same." You reassure him.

Bradley is too stunned to speak. The idea of either of you having a lover made his heart ache. He couldn't stomach the thought of another man touching you or getting to see the side of you that you kept closed off from him.

"Yeah, I understand." He hesitated. The silence around the two of you was uncomfortable.

"Right. So, I'm going to call a jeweler in the morning so we can pick out a ring and make sure you memorize these cards." You tell him as you hand him some flash cards, breaking the tension.

"I have the ring covered." Bradley tells you. "What?" You ask him. Unsure if you heard him correctly. "I have the ring covered. I'll memorize the cards. For now, we both need to get some sleep." He rubs your arms in a reassuring way.

"Okay. You're right. Goodnight, Bradley." You tell him as you leave his room. "Goodnight, Mrs. Bradshaw" He calls down the hallway after you. You roll your eyes and try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

The next day around lunch, Jake storms into your room. "Wise-woman! Girl, what the fuck?!" He asks you.

"Jake, I don't have time for this. I was in a life or death situation. It was either fake engagement or political ruin. I did what I had to do." You explain to him. "I know, I know. Rooster already gave me the same speech. So you're really going to do this interview. Get married and all that jazz?" Jake asks as he comes to sit with you.

He flops down on the couch in your sitting room while absent-mindedly tossing a baseball in the air.

"Yeah, it's not ideal, but it keeps all of us employed. Well, let me rephrase that. It keeps you and Bradley employed. Meanwhile, I get to be paraded around as a piece of arm candy, and the only thing people are going to care about is what time wearing." You sigh.

"You know there are way worse things than being the First Lady of the United States. You think that no one is going to care about what you have to say, but Bradley will. He values your opinion more than any of his advisors. And you could have a serious social impact. Doesn't every First Lady have a platform that she focuses on during her time? Think of the change you could make. The good you could do in the world." Jake tells you. You hadn't really thought about it that way.

"Plus, do you know how many women in America would gladly take your place? I do, because I've seen the tweets and the tiktoks. Marrying Bradley isn't the prison sentence you're making it out to be." Jake finishes his pep talk to you before silently tossing his ball some more.

You sit there, taking in his words and processing them.

Neither of you is sure what to say until Jake speaks again. "So, on another note, your friend at the Post who's interviewing you—is she single by chance?" Jake asks you.

You laugh at his comment. Of course, he would ask you about Jaycee when you're having a crisis moment.

"Jake! You're such an asshole!" You laugh as you throw a pillow from the couch at him.

"Knock knock." Bradley comes in. "And that's my cue to go." Jake says as he gets up to leave.

Bradley comes and sits down next to you. He puts a small box on the table in front of you. "Go on. Open it." He tells you.

You open it, and your breath catches in your throat. Inside is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. It's an oval cut diamond, easily five karats or better. It's flanked by two pear cut amethysts and set on a silver band.

"Bradley how—" you ask him. "Called in a favor." He tells you. You stare at it a moment before he takes it out of the box and slips it on your hand. "Size eight. Just like you said." He smiles at you. "Oval because of the Oval Office, right?" You joke with him. "Exactly." He breathes out.

"So, are you ready for this interview?" You ask him. "If I'm being honest, no. But I know that just like everything else, we can get through it together." Bradley kisses your cheek and pats your leg before getting up to leave. The skin where his lips touched buzzes with a familiar feeling that you're desperately trying to push back down.

Thanks to your careful planning, you made it through the interview with Jaycee. By the time you and Bradley arrived back to the White House, you were trending on social media, and #Wiseshaw was going viral. You had succeeded in pacifying the nation for a while.

Now, the real challenge began: planning a wedding.

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"Does it really matter so much about the flowers!" You groaned into the sofa cushion. The wedding was a week away, and instead, if sitting in on interviews for who was going to take over your position once you became the First Lady, you were with Jake and Jaycee picking out center pieces.

You had hated all of the aspects of planning the wedding. You hated them because over the past two months, you'd found yourself unable to deny the fact that you had feelings for Bradley. He truly was the man of your dreams, but the only reason you were able to have him was because of a lie.

Magazines, news outlets, and social media called you the perfect political power couple. The people ate up the engagement shoot you'd released, and the buzz of your upcoming nuptials was all anyone could talk about. People were rabid wondering what your dress was going to look like, who would be on the guest list, and most importantly, people wondered how long it would be until the two of you had children.

Of course, there was speculation that you were already pregnant due to how fast you were getting married from the time you announced your engagement. If only the people knew that your husband would never touch you like that.

You were broken from your thoughts by Jake.

"Yes, it really does matter, Wise- woman. You and the president are getting married. This is the closest thing America is ever going to get to a royal wedding." You looked at Jaycee and rolled your eyes because you knew Jake was right. This would be the first time a president had gotten married in office in over a hundred years. In the minds of many, this was a royal wedding. The two of you were the American Will and Kate.

"Jakey is just trying to be helpful as the best man and all." Jaycee tells you as she gets up to wrap her arms around him.

"If you two could keep it in your pants while I'm here, I would appreciate it." You tell them. You shuttered at the memory of finding out they were seeing each other. You had gone to Jake's office to ask him to sign off on some things, and instead, you found him and Jaycee, using his desk for purposes that it was not intended for.

"Oh c'mon, don't be such a grumpy gills. You'll be getting your taste of a man in power soon enough." Jaycee laughs.

"No, I will not. This marriage is a business arrangement. I'm not going to sleep with Bradley. I'm not even going to move out of my room." You tell them. You get up to leave as Jake and Jaycee shoot each other a knowing look.

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Saturday comes quicker than you expected. All morning, people are fussing over you and helping you get ready. Jaycee is doing her best to keep you calm. You aren't nervous because you are getting married. You're nervous because your life is about to change.

You wonder if Bradley has the same knots in his stomach or if he is calm and collected.

The funny thing is, as he's getting ready, Bradley wonders the same thing about you.

He's paced around his room about five hundred times since he woke up this morning. You had no clue that Jake and Bradley's godfather Maverick had been trying to keep him calm.

He knows it's just about time, and his hands shake as he tries to tie his bow tie. You always make it look so easy. He growls in frustration before Maverick takes over. "The last time I saw a Bradshaw, this nervous was when Goose was getting ready to marry your mom. He was awful with ties, too." Maverick smiles at him, trying ease the tension. "They'd be so proud of you, kid." Maverick smiles as he smooths out Bradley's collar.

Soon, the wedding coordinator is coming to get them. It was time.

The wedding is to be held in the Rose Garden with a reception to follow in the banquet room of the White House. Everything is perfect. The chairs, the flowers, the table settings, the center pieces, the decor. All of it is fit for a wedding of presidential proportions. You'd spent two months going over seating charts, menu options, and cake flavors. Every time you asked Bradley what he wanted, he always responded with, "Whatever you want dear." You roll your eyes at the memory. Of course, he would be better in a fake relationship than any of your previous real ones.

As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, the thought of running crosses your mind.

You don't have time to ponder it though. It's almost show time. Your mother and Jaycee help you into your dress. It's a soft taffeta ball gown with ruching on the bodice. Its sleeves are slightly off the shoulder, and it has a jeweled belt at the waist. You could describe your dress best as "a modern take on Jackie Kennedy." Your mother helped you secure your cathedral length veil in your hair. She brushed a few stray hairs from your face before making sure your oval pendant was centered on your neck. Jaycee handed you your bouquet of lavender roses before grabbing the train of your dress and veil to help you out of your room.

Your father smiled when he saw you. Both of your parents were so proud of you. Their daughter was about to be the First Lady.

You took a deep breath as you walked out of french doors to the top of the staircase.

Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest as your feet carried you down the steps. It felt like you were in autopilot.

The violin quartet began to play "august" as Maverick walked down the aisle, holding framed photos of his parents before sitting them in two reserved seats. Jake followed him with your mother before coming back. Several of his former Navy friends escorted your bridesmaids down the aisle. Then, Jaycee and Jake made their way down the aisle. As the song looped, you could help think about the irony of it all. The man that you were about to marry would never be yours, not really.

Soon, it was your turn. You smiled as you heard the first bars of "Wildest Dreams" start to play. If it was one thing Bradley knew about you, it was how much you loved Taylor Swift. It only seemed fitting that he would pick two of her songs for your wedding.

Damn him and his ability to give you butterflies. It wasn't fair.

Everything moved in slow motion. The walk down the stair case and down the aisle felt like the longest ten minutes of your life. You did your best to look the part of the perfect blushing bride, but it was so hard.

Looking out at the perfectly place chairs with their perfectly draped cloth covers and perfectly tied lavender bows made you feel sick.

The sight of the wooden pergola draped in in greens and tulle made your knees weak. The meticulous rolled out white cloth that was covered in dainty lavender flower petals for the aisle had the bile in your stomach rising to your throat.

Everything was so perfect. Or at least it would have been if this was real. Your father could feel you tense up as you reached the bottom of the stair case and turned to stand at the end of the aisle. He patted your hand to comfort you. Everyone rose up from their seats, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to look up and look at Bradley. He was standing at the top of the aisle beaming at you. Suddenly, all of the anxiety you were feeling melted away. A genuine smile crossed your face as you began to almost float towards him.

You watched him brush a few stray tears from his eyes.

Your eyes stayed trained on Bradley the whole time. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was actually in love with you.

"You look beautiful." He whispered to you as you joined him at the altar. "Your tie's crooked." You whisper back. "Sorry, I didn't have help." He chuckled before the officiant asked everyone to be seated.

The ceremony goes by in a flash. You and Bradley exchanged vows and rings. And soon you heard the officiant say, "Mr. President, you may kiss your bride."

You lean forward to press a polite kiss to Bradley's lips, but in an unexpected turn of events, he sweeps you into his arms and dips you before kissing you. Everyone erupts in applause. The officiant speaks once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you, for the first time, President and Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw!"

Bradley grabs your hand as Jaycee hands you your bouquet before you walk back down the aisle under a sea of flower petals.

During the entire reception, Bradley doesn't leave your side as the two of you mingle. You have your first dance as husband and wife to a slowed down version of "I've Had The Time of My Laugh. You grin at his nod to the first time you danced with him. After you finish, its time to cut the cake. You enjoyed smashing some of it in his face more than you should have. Your smile never leaves your face. You can't believe how easy it is to pretend to be in love with him.

But that's all it is, pretend. You've signed yourself up to continue this charade with him for the next four years.

After the reception, you change into a white lace tea length dress. You and Bradley board Air Force one. You have three days for a private honeymoon. Bradley releases his duties to Jake for the time being before you leave.

Soon, you're touching down somewhere tropical.

You're exhausted by the time you make it there.

The two of you get settled into your bungalow. All you want to do is change and get some sleep.

"Can you unzip me? I want to take a shower. There's two bathrooms here if you want to shower too." You inform Bradley. He's happy to help. He unzips your dress. He sees the white lace of the bra and panties you are wearing.

"Thanks." You tell him before trapsing off to a shower.

Bradley groans and adjusts himself before heading off to the other bathroom. God, his right hand is going to be tired after this trip.

After an hour in the bathroom, you finally come out. You find Bradley sitting in a chair watching TV.

"You aren't in bed yet?" You question him.

"I wasn't sure which side you slept on, and I didn't want to assume." He says as he gets up and gestures to the huge bed in the middle of the room.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm not sleeping in here." You laugh. He looks at you confused before you go to the other side of the room and on unlatch a door he hadn't noticed before.

"Did you really think I wouldn't plan a head to make sure we had two rooms?" You ask him.

"I—I shouldn't have doubted your abilities." He tells you, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"It's fine. Look, we've had a long day. We'll talk more in the morning." You smile and kiss his cheek before walking into your room. "Goodnight, Mr. President." You call to him.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Bradshaw." He calls back.

He hears the sound of the lock on the door clicking. He sighs before dropping back into the armchair. He runs his fingers through his hair before taking a look at the silver band that now adorns his finger. He twists it a few times and sighs.

How was he going to get through the next four years of this?

Little did he know that just on the other side of the door, you were dying inside too.

A special shoutout to @thedroneranger for beta reading this chapter and listening to my rambles!

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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Heyy, so this is probably a really weird request but would you mind doing Obey me bro's + datables (if not that's okay <333)) with a gn type one diabetic MC? Just like.. everyone watching MC give themself shots and stuff or when their blood sugars are high they get really agitated to the point where they feel like crying cause they don't want to deal with diabetes anymore? I've been having a difficult time recently with my own diabetes ^^'. If you don't want to do this then please don't feel like you have to!!!! <3333

mc with type 1 diabetes

includes: om! cast & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4 k | rated g | m.list

warnings: depictions of needles/injections, dicussions of uncurable conditions and the feelings that might arise from them, mentions of death

a/n: i do not have diabetes nor am i that knowledgeable about the condition but i did do research ofc. however, if i got anything wrong or just am misrepresenting the experience/condition please lmk as that is not my intention at all! i hope this helps & ty for requesting!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hello

please reblog :)

“doesn’t it hurt?” mammon asks, watching with poorly concealed curiosity as you attach the needle to your pen. “giving yourself shots every day?”

“i mean, yeah,” you reply, “but over time you kind of get used to it so i don’t really mind it anymore.”

“why do you have to give yourself shots again?” luke leans forward, squinting at the needle. “don’t humans have pills or other forms of medicine?”

“yeah, but insulin, which is the medicine i take, breaks down in our stomachs so it has to be injected.” aware of everyone's eyes upon you, you ruck up your shirt slightly, pinching a spot on your abdomen. with practiced ease you give yourself the shot, a little amused that asmo, who’s a demon for crying out loud, is too squeamish to watch. once you’re done, you remove the needle from the pen.

“that was it?” satan breaks the silence.

“i told you guys, i’m pretty used to it. but not everything about diabetes is that easy.” with a sigh you remember all of the times your sugar levels had reached worrying highs and lows and the frustration you often feel for having to deal with such a condition. “there’s no cure, and if i’m not careful, one mistake can be really dangerous. it’s honestly tiring to live with.”

“it’s not fair,” leviathan says suddenly. “that you have to live with it.”

you give him a wry, tired smile. “living with chronic issues or autoimmune conditions often aren’t. believe me, i completely agree with you.”

“is there anything we can do to help?” diavolo asks, a genuine worry lining his face. you’re touched that they all care so much.

“i mean, i’m pretty used to managing it on my own,” you begin, but seeing how they deflate hurriedly continue, “but sometimes i need a workout buddy because i get tired or it can be helpful for reminders to watch my bloodsugar or what i eat. but not too many though,” you add, knowing otherwise you’d be swamped in overwhelming concern.

“you should shows us what to do if something bad were to happen,” lucifer says seriously. “that way we know how to help.”

“that’s a good idea,” you reply. “thank you all for your support and care. it really means a lot to me.”

“well, duh!” mammon crows. “we love ya, mc, and want to make sure you’re safe and healthy.”

“and happy,” belphie adds. “so if you’re upset of feeling down i’m always there to listen.”

“thanks guys,” you say warmly. how’d you get so lucky to have such great people around you?

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unactivewaspsfics · 1 year

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Hi, I saw that you were open for OW requests and was wondering if it was okay to request Hanzo with an introverted s/o? They like to relax at home more instead of going to parties and having a quiet life. Only going out sometimes for dinner or a movie/museum. How would their relationship start and how would he show affection? Thank you in advance! <3

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A/N: RAHHHH TY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST <33 I tried my best and I do really hope you enjoy it anon! I haven't written for Hanzo or Requests so if I messed up don't feel scared to tell me where I messed up at! I put so much love into this omg </3 ALSO, if there isn't a said gender in a request I will try to not give any specified gender :) Ily and enjoy reading :D.

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada X Introverted S/O

Word Count: 1,195 words

How You Met / How Your Relationship Started:

Okay, so I feel like Hanzo would 100% of met you at an Aquarium, more specifically in the jellyfish exhibit. Hardly anyone is in there because of the dark but he admires the shapes, sizes, and the jellyfish themselves as they glow.

You saw he was, basically, the only other person there so you decided to join next to him and view The Box Jellyfish they had in a giant tank in the center of the exhibit. The two of you stood next to each other for, at least, 4 minutes. Each of you giving the other brief glances.

Hanzo took a deep breath, sensing how awkward this moment was, and decided to ask you, “So, which Jellyfish is your favorite?”. You smiled, replying with your favorite jellyfish, which the exhibit didn't have. You explained for a moment how you came all this way for a Jellyfish that wasn't even there. Hanzo nodded his head in agreement, replying with "I am so sorry... There must have been another reason you came here?".

You nodded, giving a small laugh before saying how when you were stressed, going to places like this would help calm you down. It was a kind of haven, no one really to bother you and it wasn't so overwhelming your social battery would go down quickly.

Hanzo agreed. "Social spaces also make me... anxious in a sense. I can't always be in them for too long. I am glad you understand what I go through." This interaction was the start of your friendship.

The two of you would spend the rest of the aquarium visit together, commenting briefly on the ocean life and similar experiences you may have. You never realized how much you could connect with someone out of online experiences like the way the two of you connected at this moment!

By the end of the visit, the two of you decided to exchange numbers. The moment you got home you started to message Hanzo. He replied almost immediately. The more the two of you messaged, and sent memes (although he wasn't 100% how to send them or what they were at first), you guys hit it off! The cycle repeated for weeks on end until the messages started implying more hangouts.

You and Hanzo went to many little 'mini-dates' over the year after the aquarium. You visited bookstores, history and art museums, went to hidden lakes to swim, and even went on a week-trip to a cabin in the woods. That trip is where everything started to change between you two, more than it ever has.

During the first half of the week, it was filled with swimming, smores, movie nights, coffee morning, Hanzo teaching you how to shoot a bow while you taught him how to see constellations in the stars. It was like a dream to you and Hanzo.

It was one certain night though, the two of you sat outside next to the fire, the radio playing quiet music as nature also sang her song. Hanzo sitting right next to you on the only wooden bench at the cabin as the fire started to burn out.

"I just would like to tell you," he began, closing his eyes with a deep breath, and leaning back into the seat. "You have been one if not, the only person who understands me to an extent. I don't want us to ever... ever fade apart." You smiled, agreeing with him, noticing how nervous he seemed. You questioned Hanzo about it and he didn't reply, only opening his eyes and looking off into what was left of the fire.

"I have to say this but I would like it if we are able- if you want to officially be my partner... romantically, I mean." He said, clearing his throat through his pauses as he turned to you. Your confused look turned into a smile. You mentioned to him how you felt the same way, the same connection of an introvert finding their duo; their other half in a sense. Hanzo smiled. He smiled more than you could possibly handle.

You moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it as he did the same to you. He laughed under his breath, blowing you a small kiss with a wink. This caused you to move your hand and start laughing; both of you started to laugh harder. It was so sudden and out of character for him, you weren't expecting it! (He wasn't expecting himself to do that either.

"I am- so sorry dear," he said between laughter, calming his composure quickly. You told him it was 'okay, love', that night being the start of your relationship... officially, I mean.

How Hanzo shows his affection:

I believe he shows his affection for you mainly through small gifts, acts of service, and physical touch.

Regarding small gifts I mean stuff most people wouldn't really notice or care for, but you do. Before the two of you started to stay over at each other's places he would bring you your favorite flower every time you two saw each other after agreeing to start dating. Whether that be just meeting up for coffee, a mini-date, or even just hanging out at each other's homes.

You also started to notice that he would leave little notes behind with you whenever he stayed over at your house. The notes would have little cute poetry written on them, each one writing out a thing he loved about you. It was actually pretty cute, you kept every note he left.

The next affectionate thing he would do is acts of service. If it was to help you with shopping or cleaning your home he would be over to help when we could. He loved spending time with you, and even more if he could help you with something that you have pushed back for a while.

He also never minded buying you stuff you saw from stores online. You couldn't make comments about a jacket looking good without him buying it with quick shipping! Because of this, you started to have to remind him just because you say you might want something, it doesn't mean you want it. But you understood where Hanzo came from, he just wanted to make you happy and If that meant buying you stuff then that is what he has to do!

Finally, physical touch. He may not seem like it, but he is the kind of person to cuddle up on the couch or give you kisses on your shoulders or forehead. Even if you may not be a fan of it, he would respect it and hold back.

But come on, no way you could keep declining that face! When you allowed him to cuddle or hug you, kiss you, or even hold your hand, he cherished every moment of it. He would tighten his hold on you as you lay next to him on the bed, pushing his face into your shoulder and kissing it quietly with a hidden smile on his face. If you held hands he would squeeze your hand so firmly, rubbing his thumb on yours while he leaned more onto your body.

#hanzo shimada #Hanzo #hanzo x you #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #hanzo oneshot #overwatch hanzo #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch hanzo x reader #hanzo x introverted reader #shimada hanzo #ow2 fanfics #overwatch fanfiction #ow2 x reader #ow2 x you #first request

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Stranger Things and Murphy’s Law

Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, so says Murphy’s Law, and.. boy oh boy were they right about this one.

Early this morning, I finished Vol. 2 of Stranger Things season 4, and like all the rest of you, I have many thoughts to discuss. But most of all, these thoughts are a collection of complete and utter disappointment and grief that I’ve been mulling over on and off for the past 14 hours. I don’t expect anyone to read this entire thing at all, but I will go into the many reasons why I absolutely despised this volume - and by the way.. not even all of it was ship related. So, let’s begin as clearly and concisely as I possibly can, section by section.

VFX.

I should’ve known already going into the first few minutes of episode 8 that things weren’t going to turn out as well as they should for the finale of this season when I saw Vecna again, trapping Nancy in a trance. Granted, the VFX for Vol. 1 weren’t the best thing I’ve ever seen from this series admittedly effects wise, but I felt it held up much more there than it even did here in the first part of Vol. 2. One of the first shots of Vecna in the hallway of the lab was definitely just Jamie Campbell Bower in a suit, and the vine effects tying Nancy down to that chair were subpar mixed with the lighting, removing at least a portion of my immersion already which is.. not a good start. Considering the team was still editing VFX up until the very last moment this time around, I probably should have expected as much for this half of the season to feel rushed, but this is only a minor complaint in comparison to everything else.

Queerbait.

Oh boy, was that a steaming pile of something. Now, whether you agree that Mike ever reciprocated Will’s feelings or not, you should at least be able to agree that it was pretty shit of the marketing team to hype up Byler, for the Duffers to talk so highly of Will’s painting, feelings for Mike, and sexuality, and rope the cast into doing the same when asked (the cast are all under contract here, there’s things they have to do and say and are given little choice in the matter - it’s them or their jobs - so I can’t really put blame on them for this, especially those in the cast who are still young and/or don’t understand how bad queerbait like this actually is), promising big things to get us all excited, only for it to completely fall flat in the end. The El/Mike/Will love triangle was plain and simply a repeat of the same tried love triangle of season 3, if only played up much more this time around for no real purpose. In the end, all three characters have been reduced and dearc-ed (Will - the sad, lonely, pining gay boy. Mike - the character whose sole purpose has become the one-dimensional love interest, grossly attached to and obsessive over El to where his entire life revolves around her existence to the point he’s become unrecognizable. El - the girl with superpowers who can’t live without her teenage boyfriend’s reassurance and lost all progress in regards to standing on her own), and we’re right back to square zero with all three of them - not even square one at this point. They’ve been building up Will’s feelings for Mike since season 1 along with this clingy, depthless, unhealthy romance between Mike and El that started in the span of a single week when El knew nothing of relationships and little of the outside world, and they’ve reduced Mike’s feelings for her basically to “needing to be needed” instead of basing it on friendship or common interests - just two people that are leaning on each other for the shallowest levels of support - and it really comes across as codependent and unhealthy. The relationship was given nothing to stand on while Mike and Will’s relationship was given everything (emotional depth, frequent heart-to-hearts, the ability to open up to each other about everything and understand each other so well, common interests, close friendship, etc.), and yet somehow Mike and El’s relationship still prevails in the end and Will gets the bottom of the barrel. After 4 seasons, if M*lev*n was always meant to be the endgame couple, making Will’s crush on Mike for so long with all of this build-up to nothing in the end - not even a glaringly ambiguous hint to reciprocation - makes the entire plotline completely and utterly pointless and there is not even a fraction of a payoff here. Not for anyone in the love triangle, and especially not Will.

Getting personal. Rejection sensitive dysphoria.

Leading off from that poorly handled love triangle, as someone who relates heavily to Will, the entire thing felt like a personal attack on queer people such as myself and a good portion of this now crumbling fandom. And as I’ve been relating heavily to what Will has been put through these past two seasons, it felt like even more of an attack on me, as suddenly I was right back in my senior year of high school, being pushed aside completely and replaced by my then best friend who I had fallen in love with. I never let myself come off that way to them, and much like Will, I was guarded with my feelings, even as it killed me inside to watch them become distant for reasons I couldn’t understand why. I felt like I had done something wrong even when I hadn’t, and no matter how I tried to fix it, there was never a happy ending and it all fell apart. Sometimes people leave your life for no reason, and it left me virtually traumatized to real relationships. And much as I relate to Will, I was excited to see him receive the happiness I never could in love.. but that’s not what happened. There is no hope in such a message that we must suffer in silence while we watch the people we love pull away from us, and worse in this fictional world where the entire love triangle has become one-dimensional and without proper compelling growth. None of it was necessary, nor did it feel genuine.

Humor.

Short bullet point here, but even the little bit of humor we did get this volume felt dry and flat. Some of the humor I wasn’t a fan of in Vol. 1, but I vibed with it more then than Vol. 2.

Predictability, continuity, and story flaws.

There was no moment of revelation or anything this volume that was up to the standards of the Duffers’ usual writing, which felt very off, fake, and rushed in general. Everything was predictable, at least somewhat guessable (Eddie dying, Max going into a coma, El saving the world yet again, just to name a few), many things were left unanswered (actually raising more questions instead on every level - from bts things to actual story, character, and dynamic questions), the continuity and consistency between volumes was completely off and removed, queer people were given the short end of the stick (with both Robin and Will) as per usual in mainstream meida, character assassinations and dearcs were commonplace, and overall, it was unsatisfying on all accounts. Not even seeing Vecna burn felt like payoff, and actually, you know your story is going badly when you’re even sitting there agreeing with the villain about letting Hawkins basically go to hell and letting everyone die, even beloved characters that you never would have said you cared less for in your entire life. Vol. 1 made me worry for everyone’s safety, and I even cried thinking about the possibility of certain deaths. Vol. 2 however.. left me so unsatisfied with everything I witnessed that I couldn’t care less what happens to any character next season because I felt so done with everyone and everything by the end. I probably won’t even be watching season 5, or at least I’ll let it sit for a while and read reviews from you all (if you’re even still around after all this) before I even think about watching it. At this point, it’s clear to me the Duffers aren’t trying any new concepts, especially dynamically, and every character always seems to inevitably fall back in line to their same placements and lose all growth by the end of seasons these days, and it’s getting annoying and it makes it difficult for people to watch your show as a chore. So many characters are now back exactly where they started, and if there’s one thing I hate more than anything in media, it’s dearcs. Losing complete and total progress for your character is not good writing, and when this keeps happening, there’s clearly some dynamics you need to shake up and change whether you lose money for doing so or not. At least it will be something different and actually unexpected, and maybe even something we might like in the end. Losing progress unnecessarily makes your entire story pointless.

I would rate Vol. 1 as a 4.3/5 stars.. but unfortunately Vol. 2 is going as barely a 1/5 stars, and funnily enough that point goes to Eddie “Don’t ya, big boy?” Munson, just for that gay line delivery to Steve. Joseph Quinn, you’re a real one for that.

Lastly, before I post, I just want to say: this will be my last post here for a while. I will be removing myself from Tumblr, especially this corner of Tumblr if not completely, for some time. How long, I’m not entirely sure, I wish I could give you an estimate. But with complete disappointment all across the board, it’s ruining my mental health to keep reading and I stay disheartened. I will still go back and enjoy everything pre-Vol 2 and forget Vol. 2 ever happened - I’ve elected to ignore it and live with my own canon, as that’s what brings me the most comfort to do, whether that makes me completely delusional or not. But I can’t do that if I stay here, at least not right now. I’ve met some wonderful people here, and I’ll always cherish you guys for going crazy with me through all this, and I’m sorry to every single one of you who are just as disappointed as I am and hope you can find peace and happiness again in your own way with this series, and if not, with something new and amazing. I’ll still check in here periodically, and my messages and asks are still open if you want to contact me. I’ll try to get back to you as soon as I can. I love you all so, so much, and please take good care of yourselves. Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far. I will see you again one day soon. <3

#st4 spoilers #byler #review

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michelleelizabethtanner · 1 year

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do you think that rio's feelings towards beth about how she never wants to get her hands dirty stems at all from similar feelings he might have with his cousin? Nick benefits greatly from Rio's dirty work but never dirties his own hands. Maybe a parallel can be drawn?

Hi Anon! Ty for a thought provoking ask!

I think the reason Rio ever even liked Beth at all has a lot to do with the dynamic he has with Nick. You know how people who are adapted to living with an abuser are often incapable of having healthy relationships until they resolve their traumas because calm relationships seem “boring” or “lacking passion?” That’s Rio. I don’t want to say Nick defined Rio’s entire life, but he certainly seems to have been a catalyst for significant and permanent life changes throughout Rio’s history. So it isn’t a far reach for me to see the parallels in Rio being so drawn to someone like Beth, who seems so much like Nick but is also so much like Rio himself.

So I agree with you completely, Rio’s resentment toward Beth about her wanting the kingdom while having Rio do all the dirty work was also his resentment toward Nick. As well as other resentments Rio had toward Beth. Her not choosing him was him still feeling that betrayal of Nick not choosing him. Her hiding behind her power and social privilege constantly highlighted for Rio everything he had given up. And it wasn’t fair!

I personally don’t believe Rio hated Nick. I think he loved Nick. In the way victims love their abusers. The man clearly had power over him. Made him believe Rio couldn’t be King without Nick’s help. And I think this is something Rio resented. But they were also brothers. Abusers go through cycles of love bombing before they turn on you, and those happy periods can be very intensely intoxicating. They turn on all their charm. Make you feel so good. Like things could actually be this way forever. This is the Nick Rio loved. The brother who took him out for boba and had boxing matches with him and probably was a role model with girls and friends and how to be successful. They probably had a really good working relationship in the beginning. And it probably grew more distant as Rio watched Nick keep his hands clean and smile at council meetings while Rio had guns pulled on him and evaded arrest over and over.

So yeah, I imagine Beth trying for a power grab at Rio’s expense was extremely triggering for him. Yet another entitled person trying to take what he bled to make. Him wanting to mold her was him taking control of a life that felt very much not chosen by him. It was his way of taking back power from a representation of “Nick,” and him trying to mold her into someone more like himself. Because if Beth became more like him then that would mean that Rio isn’t lesser than Nick and Nick isn’t the one with the “right” kind of life.

I also think this is why he was so hurt by Nick and Beth being in cahoots in season 4. It wasn’t (just) his romantic feelings for Beth. It was also this affirmation of what he already feared – that privilege sticks together and he isn’t part of that world. Beth was important to Rio for many reasons, and the most important reason was because she represented everything he felt he’d lost or could never be, (as I mentioned in a lot more detail in this post.) Rio’s betrayal of Nick wasn’t him choosing Beth. It was him choosing himself and his own happiness for once. Because for the first time he knew he deserved it.

(And him picking Beth to be part of that happy life was very in line with what abuse victims tend to do. He chose someone chaotic and abusive in her own right. And he thought this was better. Because she gave him just enough of that “love bombing” to intoxicate him and make him miss or excuse all her red flags. He couldn’t settle down with someone levelheaded and steady like Rhea, for example. Because that was too “boring.” That didn’t have enough chaos and his brain chemistry was wired to feel security only in chaos. The way this show is a goldmine of accurate trauma representation! It lovebombs me just enough to make me excuse all its glaring problems. 😂)

#Rio and nick #rio and beth #good girls nbc #headcanon #love bombing #trauma brain #abuse #this is why therapy exists

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roosterforme · 7 months

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Hi em, I hope you're doing well. I just want you to know that there is no other page on any other platform that i feel safe unless it's yours! With that being said, I could do with some advice?

I've had HORRIBLE dating history. The amount of times I've been messed around by men is unreal. The amount of failed talking stages I have had is humbling.

Anyways, i'm on the dating app hinge and a little over a week ago I matched with a guy that in all honesty, I could genuinely see myself being with. I know it's not been that long, but i really, REALLY like him.

It started off well, the conversation we had on hinge was a bit dry so I asked him for his socials (pushing myself out of my comfort zone because I hate asking). So, he gives me his snapchat and we start talking. It was going really well so he asked me if i wanted to facetime. I was looking for excuses not to but my best friend told me just to go for it because it could turn out really well - it did in fact go really well and we were on call for nearly 5 hours (12am-5am).

On our call we both agreed that we were looking for something more long term, we had a laugh, got to know each other on an appropriate level and it went really well.

After that we were sending voice notes constantly, we called again the next night and i’ve been getting good morning/ goodnight texts, he’s calling me darling (it makes me fold so fast).

But about 3 days in there was a lil bit of a wobble in which we both came across as quite blunt towards one another and obviously we talked about it - we were both really tired from working and it can often be difficult to tell someone’s tone over text messages etc.

However, I really struggle during talking stages with my anxiety, I can get attached quite fast and I find myself beginning to overthink everything so this may just be what I’m doing now, but the good morning texts have pretty much stopped, he just leaves me on delivered and then carries the conversation on the next day. We haven’t called again despite me asking if he wants to and him saying absolutely, and the reply times are getting longer. Also, some of his messages are quite dry though 90% of the time if the conversation begins to fizzle out he will find a way to bring it back.

Tonight however, I feel a bit stuck. Now, this could just be me overthinking the situation, but last night I sent him a voice note about me wanting to dye my hair red (I did it), but I was on delivered until this morning when he said sorry for not replying and that he was up playing a game then he went to sleep, to show him my hair and he asked what my plans were for the day, he also said he was going out with one of his friends who was home visiting as he goes to university. So, I replied and sent him a video of my new hair along with a message pretty much saying if he’s not able to open it because he’s out then no worries. He replied nearly 10 hours later saying ‘looks good’ no kisses on the end or anything so i replied with ‘ty’ and he left me on read for an hour.

At this point are started panicking so messaged him again asking how his day was and he replied with ‘good thanks, you?’, I replied with ‘it was good thank you. What did you get up to?x’ and yet again I’ve been left on delivered for 4 hours though he may have just gone to bed.

He was also going to come and meet me for the first time next week though he’s not mentioned anything about it, but i’m so worried and scared like what if he thinks I’m fat? I have braces what if he thinks they’re ugly? What if he thinks i’m annoying

This is such a frustrating situation to be in because when i’m single, I’m perfectly okay and happy and content most of the time though recently i’ve found myself really missing being in a relationship and I really am looking for something safe, secure and long term.

So, this is what I’m worried about:

1. Am I doing everything wrong?

2. Am I just going crazy and overthinking the situation or are things a bit sus?

3. How do I keep him interested? I really am no good at talking to people and getting further than 2-4 weeks tops.

4. Any tips on how to reduce anxiety on the matter?

I’m so sorry for sending you this whole ass essay!!!!!

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Hey sweet nonny! Damn, okay... I really hope I can be helpful here, but full disclosure, I've never used a dating app (I just tried to have a one night stand and ended up married). So I'm going to invite everyone else to join the conversation as well, as long as they have something positive/constructive to add.

First of all, the talking stage is awkward no matter what. Like at least a little bit. And if you haven't met in person yet, he could very well just be busy with school and life. But since things started off strong, I would mention how the two of you planned for him to come out so you could meet in person. Bring that up again and see what he says. Maybe that will get it back on track.

I don't think you're doing anything wrong.

I think it's like 50/50 normal sounding and sus sounding.

If he's the dude for you, then he'll be interested in whatever you have to tell him. And he'll work just as hard to keep you engaging with him.

If you're feeling anxious, just remember he is only one guy. And you're not desperate for attention, because you are endlessly cool.

I hope this was helpful! Keep me updated. (Anyone have something to add for nonny?)

#if you ask emily

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The Marali Festival Commentary Part 2

Alright, the next 3 chapters! Honestly, I think it’s fair to say these might be my favorite 3 chapters... 👀 But more on that below!

**SPOILERS FOR THIS FIC BELOW**

Chapter 4- Hug

Dwalin took his place next to Thorin, silently holding the same position as the king.

“I have a plan.” He finally explained.

Dwalin chuckled. “I would hope so. Mahal knows we’ve all been waiting for one of you to do something.”

This was supposed to make people still think that Thorin wrote the note, but I don’t think any of my readers were actually buying it.😂

Thorin had already been placed in the first position and was almost pleading with Mahal for who would be number sixteen. His prayers were answered and he met Heor’s glare with a challenging grin.

Let’s call this chapter the “what-if Thorin got to fight Heor in Guardian of Kings instead”. I don’t think it was nearly as good a battle scene as it was with Bilbo, but I had more time to work with on GOK.

Thorin immediately took to the center ring as soon as he was summoned. His head held high and his shoulders pulled back. Heor met him stride for stride.

“Been awhile, Thorin.” He smirked.

The disrespect.😒 You know, with this particular OC, he was always supposed to come off as ‘the asshole’ but not necessarily the villain. That definitely didn’t happen in this fic.

“Heard that before. Although that is a lovely trinket. Did you get that from your hobbit courtesan?”

Thorin’s nostrils flared, and he had Heor shoved three feet away before he even had time to think.

The lesson here: don’t call Bilbo a whore to Thorin’s face.

The blade cut straight up his sternum (would have sliced open his neck) had the chain carrying the acorn button not snagged it. The metal snapped, Thorin hit the dirt, and there was a plethora of guards restraining Heor. Dwalin at the forefront. Thorin lay there as blood ran down his chest in amazement that once again, the hobbit had inadvertently saved his life.

I liked the symbolism here of the ‘acorn’ always saving Thorin and him tying that directly with Bilbo. It was just a nice little parallel.

Something in the hobbit suddenly snapped, and before Thorin knew it, he had Bilbo pressed tightly against him, sobbing into his chest, his arms encircling as much of his body as he could. Thorin felt pained at the memories that still haunted his hobbit, but he returned the hug as best as he could murmuring softly all the way.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Everything is fine.”

If I remember correctly (this was a year ago after all), I think my initial plan had this hug being a lot more light-hearted, but the moment I brought Heor into it I was like WAIT I CAN MAKE THIS HURT. Did I have a plan to explain how exactly Thorin survived BOTFA? Not exactly.😆 Everyone just got to use their imaginations as I referenced it.

Chapter 5- Harmless Flirting

I feel like I should preface this chapter by saying as someone who is a terrible flirt, I really worried about this prompt...

When asked why the king himself did not choose to show off the merit of his skill, Thorin became surprisingly tight-lipped.

FORESHADOWING! 👀 I either already had @stardryad-random‘s commission at this point, or she had sent me updates so I was pretty sold on the metallic bouquet at the end.😂

“How about you try and guess. If hobbits had a seven day passion festival, what would we feature?”

Thorin smirked at the challenge. “And what do I get if I win?”

“Whatever you want.” Bilbo breathed almost before his mind could catch up.

Does this count as flirting? Because I’m not so sure it’s harmless at this point.😆

“That’s six.” Bilbo agreed.

They walked in silence for a while. Thorin clearly lost in thought while Bilbo pretended to be impressed by a particularly hefty stone-hewed bookshelf they passed.

Writer Thoughts: What in the hell can be a seventh hobbit ‘passion’? Think, Sunny, think...

“You’re right that dwarves take their crafts to a much more serious level than any hobbit, but if you’ve ever been to a harvest festival…there are contests for nearly everything! Sure the farmers are showing off their prized vegetables and livestock. But oh, there’s so many different contests just for eating! Pie-eating contests, pudding, fudge…and of course lots of games and activities for the faunts. My cousins on my mother’s side that I was particularly close with and I would make the most handsome paper boat. The object being to see it safely down the Brandywine to the finish line, and it would always sink just beforehand. Siggy would get in such a tiff over it. Then there’s beautiful handcrafts that are up for judging too! Hand knitted blankets, prized family recipes, gorgeous wreaths for your door. No, hobbits don’t have crafts persay, but I would think we would have a day just for being passionate…about life, I suppose.”

Good job, Sunny. Self-five. As someone who grew up in a small, rural area, this was 100% based on our county fairs. I won showmanship with my sheep, and my homemade wreaths usually won 3rd place.😏

“Well I suppose I lost our little game, so I feel it only fair to turn the prize to the victor. Ask what you will of me, and I will see it done.”

“Be my escort tomorrow?” Bilbo blurted, catching Thorin off-guard. “I just…today was so lovely. And I thought if you didn’t have anything else…But then you are the king! Of course you would have better plans than to escort…”

Thorin cut him off with a gentle whiskery kiss to his hand.

“It would be my honor.”

So it was actually a little before this chapter that I knew I had messed up. But to be fair, I only had up to Chapter 4 written before I started posting. If you guys actually look at my tumblr post for the first chapter, you will notice the next chapter was supposed to be ‘Dance’. I realized about halfway through this chapter though that I had this idea of Thorin and Bilbo seeing the opera before going to the dance. So he would need an escort for that...

Chapter 6- Be My Escort

So on the original prompt list I borrowed from, it had ‘Movie Night’. I decided to replace that with the Middle Earth equivalent: play/live theater, but named it “Be My Escort”.

There was a shift in their relationship that has happened recently that Thorin didn’t feel entirely prepared for. Perhaps, he should have been. Perhaps, this was just logically the next step. However, he found himself concerned for Bilbo’s image. The ‘courtesan’ comment made by Heor has sat ill with him, even though the vile vermin was sitting comfortably in a cell right now.

Does anyone else HC Thorin as somebody who has to have a plan and stick to it? Maybe it’s his stubborn nature, but I always imagine Thorin freaking out if anything deviates from the way he saw things working out. This plays into his ‘freak out’ in the next chapter.

Bilbo had indeed dressed for the occasion. He wore one of his hobbit button-downs and nicer knee length dark slacks, but over that was a dwarven tunic of Durin blue with golden trim and a golden belt around his waist. However, Thorin felt his eyes drift to the hobbits chest where in the gap of the vest, he could see the mithril glittering brightly.

FUNNY STORY! I was complaining to @lordoftherazzles that I didn’t know how I wanted Bilbo’s outfit to look, and then sent her down a rabbit hole for a reference pic just for these few sentences of description.😅 Thank you Razzy!! Your efforts were well appreciated.

There was once a point when Thorin was still quite young and naively believing that Erebor would always belong to him, that wanted to forgo any notion of kingship in favor of an operatic career. Before puberty dropped him into a deep bass, his range had been wide and high, and he had been mesmerized by the players on the stage utilizing such gifts for storytelling. Thorin’s grandmother probably would have been the first dwarf in his corner had he ever brought it up. She had always been rather adoring on him and his vocal talents. Alas, life did not turn out the way he wanted nor ever envisioned.

Is this not the cutest headcanon for a young prince Thorin? More on this later this week... 👀

“I didn’t mean to offend.” Bilbo stated quietly.

“You didn’t.”

However, even Thorin recognized the waspish tone in his quick answer.

More evidence of Thorin being needled by things not going his way. It will blow up on him soon. You’ll have to wait til tomorrow though for me to talk about it.😏

#sunny's greatest hits #the hobbit #bagginshield #the marali festival #commentary day 2 #and this ends all the foreplanned chapters

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softtransbf · 10 months

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Fake Out, So Good Right Now, and Flu Game for Trent? c:

<3 ty for asking!

4: "Fake Out" - It’s 3 AM. What are you and your f/o doing at that time? Are you asleep? If you’re awake, what are you doing?

At 3 am, I'm asleep for sure. But if Trent's got a deadline or is just really excited about what he's working on, there's a very good chance he's up and writing, completely unaware of what time it is. But usually he looks up and realizes the time around 3-4, so that's when he'll come to bed. (Apparently when he does I'll wake up, swear at him for waking me up, and then cuddle up as close to him as I can possibly get. I never remember this when I wake up for real later)

6: "So Good Right Now" - Do you and your f/o live together? If you do, what does your place look like? If not, if you did move in together, what would your ideal place be?

No, we don't live together. Since I rent my place and he owns his, it'd be me moving in with him, which normally wouldn't affect much. But he's got split custody of his daughter, so me moving in is a HUGE step that we've talked about and agree we're not ready for yet. (When his ex wife has his daughter, though, we do spend basically every night together.) I was about her age when my mom moved us in with her partner at the time, and it was really hard for me. Her happiness is the most important thing- I'm perfectly happy taking things slow for her sake. His place is honestly ideal, though. One of those homes where you're like "yeah this is the house of a busy single father and a small child who love each other so very much". Not super messy, but definitely cluttered, and all the furniture is definitely more for durability and comfort than any sort of cohesive aesthetic. SO many books oh my god the walls are fuckin lined with them. Old books, new books, on every subject imaginable. You walk in and feel that it's not just a house, it's a home.

9: "Flu Game" - How open are you about your relationship? Do you prefer to keep it private, only tell a selective few about it, or do you let everyone know about your relationship?

We started out being super secretive about it, for a few reasons. Mostly a combination of the age gap and the fact that we are technically coworkers, but at first there also was a lot of consideration for Colin. He knew, of course, he was there when we met. But basically we wanted him to have control of the conversation about queerness in the club, if that makes sense. Us coming out would certainly start that conversation, which opens up the possibility for players to say some bad shit. Odds are slim that'd happen, but it is possible, and any homophobia among the team would affect Colin far more than either of us. He, obviously, wouldn't have to come out as well, but the three of us decided that we should keep it quiet until he was ready for that possibility. Well, that was the plan. But I'm terrible at hiding my feelings, so it didn't take long for Rebecca and Keeley to figure it out, and in getting advice from the Diamond Dogs, Trent had said a bit too much and they were all suspicious as well. Fortunately, it wasn't too long before Colin changed his mind and echoed a thought that Trent had posited at the very beginning- it might be better for us to be the guinea pigs of sorts, so that we'd be the on the receiving end of anything that could then be dealt with before Colin comes out. So that's what we did. Now we're all out and Trent and I are open about our relationship, and everything is really, really great ^_^

#we're richmond 'till we die #ask game #trentposting

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freeuselandonorris · 17 days

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ok i just saw this one ab cyberpunk and ur fallout ask so im gna reply in one! sry for the long fallout reply bethesda games are a special interest of mine.

i hated everything to do w arasaka. i feel like you just can’t trust them not to turn you into an engram to use you in some way. i wanted to destroy them the entire time so siding with them would have been ass backwards. it feels like an easy way out, if you just don’t want to fight them but don’t want to take the pills.

portal 1 and 2 will always be some of my all time favorite games. top five probably. i haven’t played all of half life, but i’ve played enough to understand the comparison and it makes me want to play PL more than anything else i’ve seen

you don’t have to play the fallout games in a specific order and they can be played as stand alone games, so you don’t have to play all of them! 3 and NV can be played together if you have a PC. you can download a mod called the tale of two wastelands that combines the two so you can play them seamlessly, and it upgrades 3 to NV’s mechanics so its just.. so much better all around. 1 & 2 are really old and have 2d graphics, 3 and 76 came out after bethesda purchased the rights and they started developing it in 3d w the gamebryo engine that they used on oblivion. 4 and 76 are on bethesda’s own creation engine

the spin offs: the games above and dlc for them are the only ones i have played/know about enough to talk about. the rest are not important/not big games. die hard fans play them for the lore, and i watch the youtube videos they make about said lore.

i haven’t played fallout 1 or 2, but i’ve been playing 3 and new vegas since they came out! i played on ps3 growing up but im currently replaying new vegas for the millionth time on pc and im going to play 4 and 76 after. wasn’t a big fan of 4 when it first came out but i want to give it another shot. 3 and NV have aged a bit graphically but are incredibly enjoyable despite any issues. there’s more good than bad. there is so much lore. lots fun mechanics and goofy things. incredible stories. lots of side quests. companions with side quests. exploration is a big thing, they have big maps and you aren’t sent everywhere with the main story, so you have to just wander sometimes. they have their issues, but if you play them on pc you can use mods to fix most of them. tale of two wastelands fixes most if you play that, so you don’t have to search for bug fixes.

the show is incredible, i didn’t have high hopes but i binged it in a day and it made me replay the games. also, the show lowkey spoils the games because the entire mystery is revealed in the show, like The Big Theory that has never been officially confirmed was confirmed at the end of the show. which is really cool and great. but sad i did not get to play it in game, and now if i do, then it won’t hit as hard because the reveal is already done.

omg don't apologise this is great!!

RIGHT totally agree about arasaka, it just feels so weird...which is kinda what makes me think maybe you get a completely different ending but somehow i can't imagine it would be any kind of positive one. i could def see them turning V in to an engram and imprisoning them in their own cyberspace ngl. maybe i'll play corpo lifepath at some point and do the arasaka ending out of curiosity but it'll def be the last one i choose.

the fallout advice is sooo helpful ty! sadly i don't have a PC and from my researching it looks like the only way to play it on PS currently is to play the stream from the PS+ premium tier which ehhhh doesn't sound like a great solution. so that's a bummer 😔 i actually reinstalled steam onto my macbook this morning to see if i could still play half-life on it but macs no longer support 32bit games so that's most of my steam library obselete lol.

anywayyyy that narrows down my options to 4 and 76!! would you say the dlc for 4 is worth it? there's a bundle for 4 +the 6 add-ons for like £36 on the store.

SIDE NOTE but on the subject of portal... i only found out yesterday that portal 1 & 2 are on the switch now!! i bought them both immediately and i'm having SO much fun replaying the first one omg. it works so so well on switch too, it feels like the perffect game for the device. i forgot how fucking funny and perfect the dialogue is. and it looks SO good on the switch screen (i have the oled so it's super juicy looking).

#gaming tag #answered

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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Protector (Batsis Reader)

(This is from a chapter of my original story but I quirked the character to be the reader. The reader can teleport and turn invisible and your hero name is Viper. You're also part of the Teen Titan's and Connor Kent is your love interest, although it's not too evident in this chapter. Alexandra and Alex are original characters in the Titans based on my two friends. If you like this chapter and you want me to publish the book, let me know. I would make the original character the reader)

Y/N's POV

"I'm going on a walk!" I announced, opening the Wayne manor door.

"Alone?" Alfred asked, walking towards me.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"You may want to have one of your brothers accompany you," Alfred said. "Or Ace. You are the daughter of the infamous Bruce Wayne. And you're injured."

"I'm also the Teen Titan Viper," I chuckled. "I can take care of myself, Alfred. But thank you."

"Do be careful," Alfred said as I walked out of the large mansion.

I looked around as soon as I was outside before teleporting into the city. I teleported to an alleyway next to Gotham City Park. I swiped a strand of hair from my face before walking into the park. I smiled at the kids laughing and playing on the playground, remembering when Dick would bring my brother and I there when our parents and Bruce were working.

That's when I heard the scream. I spun my head to see two men with penguin masks grab a kid and pull him into an alley, his parents and all other adults apparently oblivious to the kidnapping.

"Hey!" I yelled, running toward the child and his kidnappers. I stopped at the alley, noticing that the child and the men were gone. I furrowed my brows, walking further into the alley. "Hello!"

"Help!" the child's voice echoed through the alley. I continued walking, ignoring the fact that the echo was unnatural, due to the fact there was no building covering the alley or stopping the sun from shining down. "Help!" I noticed that I had found the end of the alleyway. "Help!" I looked down to see a doll, the size of a small child, it's mouth open.

"Oh no-"

"You Y/L/N," a voice said from behind me. "So quick to save the day." Before I could turn around, I felt a slight prick in my neck. I turned around to see the familiar plump and long-nosed figure of Oswald Cobblepot or the Penguin, as well as the men from before standing next to him.

"Cobblepot," I mumbled, feeling drowsy.

"Careful there," Penguin said as I stumbled towards him. "Maybe you should just... relax."

I reached back and pulled out the thing that had pricked me. It was a small tranquilizer dart. I threw it to the ground as I fell to my knees. Dad, I thought before everything went dark.

***

"Wake up!"

I groaned, fluttering my eyes open. I tried to move my hands, only to feel a coarse rope around them. My eyes shot open at that realization. I sat upright, trying to move my legs, only to find them each tied to the leg of the chair I was sitting in. I looked around, to find myself in what looked like an abandoned penguin exhibit. I sat on a makeshift iceberg above freezing water, I let out a breath, noticing it come out in a puff of mist.

"Good, you're awake." I looked up to see the Penguin, in his top hat, monocle, and usual penguin tux. He held a raw fish, biting off it's head. He leaned casually on his lethal umbrella, a blade sticking out from the bottom.

I stayed stoic. First thing Bruce taught me in a kidnapping. "Why am I here Cobblepot?" I asked.

"Just a playing card," Penguin shrugged, some of the fish spitting from his mouth.

"So you want my father's money?" I scoffed. "Spend all of your family's fortune on that disgusting fish or buying this run-down zoo?"

"We both know Bruce Wayne isn't your father," Penguin said. "Your father blew up." He pointed the fish at me some of it's gut splattering on my face. "But yes."

"Why do you need Bruce Wayne's money?" I asked, pressing the Titan's distress button on my bracelet.

"Why do any of really need money?" Penguin sighed. "I need to rebuild the Iceberg Lounge."

"You really think people would go to a club owned by a former villain and current psychopath?" I scoffed. "Built off of stolen money?" Penguin growled and slapped me across the face with the half fish, splattering more guts and blood across my face. I spit out the few that got in my mouth.

"Some people don't matter who owns the club as long as they can spend their money on booze and beautiful women," he said, swallowing the rest of his fish. "Now let's notify Bruce that we have his dear little girl here, shall we?"

Penguin pulled out a phone and typed in Bruce's number and turned on the speaker. I tensed as the ringing began.

"Hello?" Bruce's voice rang through.

"Oh hello Bruce," Penguin said into the phone.

"Cobblepot," Bruce said. "What-"

"I just wanted to let you know that I have your dear daughter here with me," Penguin said. "Here Y/N, say hello." He held the speaker towards me, but I stayed silent. I felt one of his henchmen, grab my hair and yank, making me let out an involuntary yelp. He used his free hand to press a gun under my chin.

"Cobblepot, don't hurt her," Bruce said.

"Bruce, I'll be fine don't'-" I let out a strangled scream as Penguin stabbed my bicep with his umbrella.

"Y/N-"

"Now Bruce, she'll survive, as long as you get 4 million dollars to the Gotham Zoo, by noon," Penguin said, his blade still in my arm. I glanced at the clock on the phone, seeing that was ten minutes to noon. "If not then..." He twisted the blade, making me bite my lip to keep in a scream, but a small whimper arose. He then hung up.

"You won't kill me," I said through pained whimpers.

"I won't." Penguin agreed, pulling the blade out of my arm hard, making me yell again. I felt thick, warm blood drip down my arm quickly, and heavily. "But he might." The gun was pressed harder against my chin.

I swear Alexandra if you don't hurry-

My thoughts were cut off by Penguin being thrown off the makeshift iceberg. I held back a smile upon seeing Alex fully costumed, standing in front of me. She grinned at me.

I heard a loud crash and felt the sun shine on my back before left my chin. I watched as the man was thrown into the cement wall.

"Are you okay?" I heard Alexandra ask from behind me.

"I've been through worse," I said. I turned to see Jaime shoot another henchman into the wall with his scarab's laser.

"Superboy, get Y/N free," Raven said, flying above me. She created a magic cage around Penguin.

I felt something hot between my wrists before feeling the ropes snap. "You sure, you're okay?" Connor asked, flying in front of me.

"Totally," I shrugged, placing a hand on my bicep to stop the blood. Connor looked unsure but quickly laser-eyed the ropes around my ankles. I stood up and turned around to see Alexandra toss another henchman into a pile she had created and Alex ran around them, tying them up quickly.

"How'd you super twits get here?" Penguin asked.

"Shut up," Alex said, making faces at him.

"We're just here to help any citizen in danger," Alexandra said, placing a hand on Alex's shoulder.

"Raven, get him to GPD," Jaime said. Raven nodded before flying out of the hole they had created coming in, the caged Penguin behind her. "And Superboy-"

That was when Bruce appeared. He dropped dramatically in front of me, Dick and Damian following close behind. All fully suited up.

"Guess they beat us to it," Nightwing said, grinning at the Titans. "Nice job team."

Robin rushed to me, pulling my hand from my arm. He glared at me as he noticed the gushing blood. He pulled out a bandage roll and wrapped my arm. I winced at the roughness of his wrapping skills. "This is why you don't go on walks alone," he said, flicking my forehead.

"Thanks for the love," I said, rubbing my forehead.

"Robin's right," Bruce said, narrowing his eyes at me. "You could've gotten killed and worse, you could've gotten out of this by using your powers."

"I couldn't have given myself away," I said. "They could have connected me to Viper, then to you and to Robin and Nightwing!"

"Your safety is more important than our identities," Bruce said sternly. "I don't want you to leave the manor this week."

"Are you grounding me?" I scoffed. "Over something that wasn't my fault?"

"Busted," Alex mumbled.

"Bats, that's not fair," Connor said, walking forward. Bruce sent him a classic Bat glare, a mix of intimidation and Dad guilt. Connor stopped. "Or you know, whatever. Your kid."

"You can't-"

"I am your father, Y/N Wayne," Bruce said. "We're going back to the manor and I forbid you from leaving."

First part 2 on my masterlist: https://mooskey.tumblr.com/post/661991989629304832/%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B7%F0%9D%99%B4-%F0%9D%9A%84%F0%9D%99%BB%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B8%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%99%B0%F0%9D%9A%83%F0%9D%99%B4-%F0%9D%99%B2%F0%9D%99%BE%F0%9D%9A%82%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%99%B8%F0%9D%99%B2-%F0%9D%99%BF%F0%9D%99%BE%F0%9D%9A%86%F0%9D%99%B4%F0%9D%9A%81-%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%9A%A2-%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%9A%8A%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%9B%F0%9D%9A%95%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D

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prompt: "i know i shouldn't be jealous" with whoever you want (make it diluc go go go this is the REAL answer and you know it) 👀

im absolutely taking this opportunity to request first to you 😤😤 unless someone has beat me to it already 😔

note: as usual i have read your messages 🤩 idk how i should reply but me saying you're v funny is one thing 😌 and yes it's because of your cat emoji fever 🥰 anyways ty always for taking your time to reply to my crazy ass asks 💞

— 🍰 of the strawberry shortcake clan.

warnings: reader is a descendant from lawrence clan like eula, mentions of jeanluc, diluc had a crush on jean for the plot, kinda nemesis to lovers? alcohol intake, reader is flirty

note: i love you strawberry shortcake for this. we are down bad for diluc ragnvindr

not proofread

DILUC is a man of virtue. He sets everything on modest and high standards, whether be it the business things or even... romance? So when news spreads that he is engaged to you, the troublemaker of Lawrence Clan, nobody believed it. No one can even fathom how you two dated each other in the first place.

They were expecting him to get together with Jean, The Acting Grandmaster of the Knight of Favonius. She is the perfect match for him, they said. You once asked Jean if she harbored any romantic feelings for the man, but she simply smiled at you and told you she doesn't remember having more than platonic feelings for him before leaving for knights work.

As for Diluc, you already know the answer for that. He did and that's why you two ended up in this situation. Well, it benefits the both of you so it's all fair... at least that's what you think.

The moment Diluc agreed to date you for a show, he soon regretted it after seeing your mess. He can not keep up with all of your shenanigans.

How did you two even stumbled upon each other to begin with? You and him we're quite the nemesis, you dislike each other. You cause trouble in Angel's Share, and he would always try to kick you out because 1) He lose his patience once you start flirting with him whenever you're drunk 2) Venti + Kaeya + Rosaria + You is too much for him 3) You are a troublemaker, and lastly 4) you are nemesis

More importantly, when did the hell the two of you started dating? Diluc is not someone who would date you anyone for fake. He takes everything seriously. So, generously and for free, allow me to remind you how it all started in the shortest and easiest way possible. aka in razor's language

Diluc is looking at Jean with fond eyes. You caught him staring and decided to tease him. Jean is your friend. You told him you will tell her about his feelings. He stopped you and tried to bribe you. It didn't work. He told you what he should to for you to shut up. You told him to marry you. He of course, disagrees. You told him you are just messing around. You whispered that you need a pretend lover because your family is trying to set you up with an ugly and ass nobleman. You asked him to be your fake fiancee. He contemplated at first. Long story short he asked about the conditions and agreed to fake date. You promised to help him with Jean too, the end.

“Hey, is master Diluc really engaged to that Lawrence troublemaker?”

“I couldn't believe it too, but i heard master Diluc confirmed it already to miss Adelinde. They don't look like a couple at all, to be honest. I'm betting that they won't last a month before breaking off the engagement.” The two maids laughed at each other before glancing back at you pestering Diluc.

“I advise you to get back to cleaning before the young master hears you.” The voice of Adelinde behind caused the two maids to shriek. They immediately nodded and walked away from the headmaid.

Adelinde glanced back at you who now looks around the structure of the manor. She also finds your relationship suspicious because as far as she knows, you are not Diluc's type— he said he doesn't have one but if he does, it's not you— and certainly, you and he never had a proper conversation without bickering at each other, so how come you two suddenly got engaged?

“Hey, mister grumpy red-headed man, can I get some of your grapes?” Diluc sent you a frown look at the nickname you just called him. He only sighed and keeps reminding himself to stay patient with you or else you might snitch on him and tell everyone his secret.

“Go on and ask Elzer if it's already time to harvest them,” He replied.

“You won't get angry? I might take home all of your grapes and you won't have enough to make your favorite grape juice.” You sure are really testing his patience. Diluc took a deep sigh before opening his mouth.

“You can even take everything, I don't care. Also, grape juice is not my favorite, I just prefer it over alcohol.” He said before going back to the paperworks infront of him.

And you, being you, sure did take all of his grapes. That made Diluc's day sour all day. He didn't expect you to do it, he was just trying to test you how far can you go. But because of this, he finally learned his lesson to not provoke you.

Later that morning, as usual, you're gonna be in Angel's Share at night. But this time, everyone seems to have their eyes on you while whispering at each other.

‘Ah, they must be talking about the engagement.’ You thought and sat beside drunk venti on the counter where your fiancee is polishing the glass on the other side.

When his ruby eyes connected with yours, you sent him a smile and winked at him. He deadass look at you more before rolling his eyes.

“Aww, why do you have to ignore my advances at you, my dear fiancee,” And now you are smirking at him.

“I am not, I'm just busy here.” He reasoned out before turning his back on you. You rest your cheeks in your palms while still having your eyes on him. You let down your sight at his back, which let me tell you is a bad idea because just the mere sight of his back in black long sleeves polo and white vest that hugs his tiny waist is enough for you to look away and gulp your drink.

“Dear Barbatos, that was hot,” You muttered under your breath.

“Ah, I see, you are thirsting over your fiancee. Understandable, he's your soon-to-be-husband anyway.” You turn your head to your side to give Venti a look of horror. Seeing your reaction, he just laughed and patted your back.

“No need to feel embarrassed. I am sure, I, Barbatos understand you,” He said.

‘The hell is wrong with him.’ You just shook your head and resumed drinking.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a blonde-haired woman enter the tavern along with a brown-haired woman dressed in purple. You turn your attention to the duo and saw Lisa and Jean standing in front of the door.

You glanced at Diluc who still have his back turned on you, then you peek at Jean and got startled when she's already looking at you.

“Good evening, Y/n, I see you're in the tavern as well,” Jean said as she walked towards your spot. You saw Diluc tense up at her voice in your peripheral vision.

“Oh, Hey! It's rare to see the acting grandmaster here in the tavern, what's the occasion?” You asked.

“Well, Lisa said I should relax and she brought me here. Also...” Jean then glances back at the red-haired man behind the counter and you.

“I heard the engagement news. Congratulations, Y/n and Diluc. If you ever need help with the wedding preparation, I'll be happy to help. After all, you two are my good friends.” You stared at Jean, dumbfounded. You didn't prepare yourself to face her yet after your little drama. You haven't even prepared your script. It went silent for a second. Luckily, Diluc ended it.

“We send you our thanks for supporting us in our... engagement, Jean.” You sneak a look at Diluc before nodding hesitantly at the blonde.

‘Did he just got friendzoned?’

Jean and Lisa left for their table after that. Throughout the night, Diluc never uttered a word at you. You genuinely felt bad for him, even though you two are not in that good terms.

You stayed at the tavern even if it's closing time already. Jean and Lisa already went out, Charles left, Everybody left except you and Diluc. You watched him as he cleans up the tavern.

“Why don't you go home too? Don't you want to rest for the day?” He suddenly asked. His voice filled the silence of the tavern. He looks back at you, waiting for your answer.

“Well, uh— how do I explain this— i'm trying to accompany you after what happened earlier with Jean? You can say i'm trying to comfort you.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you before continuing what he's doing.

“You don't have to do that. Comfort is not part of our agreements.”

“And if you are waiting for me to send you back home, then let's go, it's late already, your parents might be waiting for you already.” He grabbed his coat and put it on.

“Hey! I'm trying to nice here you know! Can't you just let me be here until you finish? Besides, those Lawrence will just scold me anyway.” You muttered the last part before frowning at him and crossing your arms.

Diluc can only sigh and resumes cleaning the counter. While you sit back and glance at him from time to time.

It has already has been months since the news of your engagement spreads out. Things really changed from there onwards, like how your elders at the clan keeps telling you to get married with Diluc as soon as possible. People using you to get the favor of the young master. Some people became more salty to you after they knew you were marrying the richest man in mondstadt. Lastly, your relationship with Diluc also changed.

For the past few months, you can say that your treatment towards each other got better, and he also got used to your shenanigans. Sometimes, when it's just you and him, you can make him chuckle at your silliness. You can also make him stifle a laugh. What an improvement, right?

But of course, this are not the only things that changed between you and him. For instance, Diluc started longing for your existence at the tavern whenever you are not there and you didn't tell him where you are going. His concern rises to the point that he had to shift with Charles to visit the Lawrence Clan residence to ask if you are there. And if you aren't there, he will frown and leave to ask people if they have seen you. Once he have seen you though, he will just simply remind you to not stay late at night because monsters might attack you, then leaves with a pounding heart he couldn't understand.

How ironic, isn't it? He spent hours looking for you and once he have found you, he tells you a few words before leaving.

When Elzer, the only one who knew about this agreement between you two, pointed out that Diluc started changing. The wine tycoon will just shake his head and deny it. But when Elzer asked him if he likes you, Diluc will have his eyes blown before coughing and moving on to another topic.

Even after all these past few months, he still considers you as a confidant.

It only changed when that one night at the tavern happened. It was the usual day for you there, not until you and Kaeya had a bet about who can drink more, the loser will have to obey the winner for a week. Even though you know Kaeya can hold his drink impressively, you still accepted the challenge.

Long story short, you lost to him. Kaeya, ofcourse was ecstatic to win. While you, being completely drunk started throwing tantrums at the man. Diluc only watched you closely incase something happens.

Also, Jean and Lisa is in the tavern. You, being you whenever alcohol takes over you, sat closely beside the acting grandmaster and out of nowhere started flirting with her. You would drop pick up lines here and there and Jean can only smile sheepishly at you while feeling an intense stare at the two of you. She doesn't know who is it but the people around the table surely knows the gaze is from a certain bartender who wipes the counter fiercely while having eyes on you.

Diluc is not jealous at all, really, he said that himself.

He can not seem to fathom the burning feeling inside his heart when he watched you flirting with Jean. You would kiss her cheeks that turned rose blush from your sudden affection. Telling her that she's attractive. She tried to stop you but let's be honest, who could stop you? No one. That is unless a certain red-haired man with a pyro vision joins the scene, which will happen soon enough if you continue acting like this.

‘I know I shouldn't be jealous.’ Diluc then again sneaks a glance at you. He can't explain this uneasy feeling. He doesn't know why he feels this thing called jealousy at all. He tried to brush it off by focusing on the patrons.

Hell, he doesn't even know who is he jealous over. Is it you who can easily be touchy and affectionate to Jean? Or is he jealous of Jean because you are touchy and affectionate to her and not to him?

He doesn't know, he said. But there's a vast feeling inside him that he is jealous because you are flirting with the girl he used to like, and he thinks it's funny and pathetic to feel jealousy at this fake relationship.

Donna came into the tavern and ordered a drink and sat at the front counter while gazing at him, lovestruck. He served her to distract himself from thinking about you.

The girl seated in front of him started a conversation. He really don't want to talk to her, but he thought, maybe trying to talk to her might erase this jealousy feeling.

Kaeya, who is watching the scene, smirked and chugs his drink. “Ah, look at that, is master Diluc talking to that florist girl?”

His words awakened you from bothering Jean who keeps sending Lisa a blink of help. You looked over the counter and saw your fiancee conversing at that damned Donna girl you've been annoyed with for a long time.

Your face immediately turned sour at the sight. This caused you to sober up a little bit and think straight. You swallowed and you grab your drink with a pout.

“Oh? Are you jealous? What are you doing here? Aren't you gonna take what's yours?” Kaeya whispered at you.

‘He's not even mine in the first place,’ You sighed.

“I know I shouldn't be jealous.” Your statement caught the blue-haired man's interest. He sends you and Diluc a keen look before smiling at himself.

‘Interesting.’ He thought.

It was already late at night when Diluc walks you back to your residence. Tonight seems to be different from the other nights when he would send you back home. No one uttered a word as silence embraced you two. Jealousy being the most cause of it.

“Hey, Diluc.” The call of your voice made him glance at you. Waiting patiently at your next words.

“I'm jealous earlier.” You said. This caused him to turn his full attention to you. He was completely confused.

“Jealous of what? I should be the one saying that.” Before even he could process it, unsaid words already came out of his mouth.

“What? You're Jealous?” Your surprised reaction made him look away and cover his lips.

“I guess there's no point of deny it then.” His ears and face immediately turned hot and red while he tries to not lose his composure infront of you.

It was dead silent after that. Not even you, who is a chatterbox to him let out a single word. You are too shocked to speak.

‘Diluc Ragnvindr? Jealous? What?’ Your heart rammed as your cheeks heated up at the possibility of what-ifs. Maybe it's the alcohol taking over you but you felt a sudden braveness to voice out the thought that keeps bugging you for the past few days.

“Can I say something?” You asked as you held the hem of your clothes tightly.

“What is it?”

“I like you.”

note: i really didn't like how this one turned out

#idolteyvat #—ein's writing🖋️#—request🌟#interwoven fates #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc imagines #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc scenarios #diluc fic

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hello-nichya-here · 2 years

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Mai's little "fear" for Azula

Mai's fear for Azula is confusing asf to me. Because it barely exist. Or at the very least it didn't get enough screentime. 1) She was bored out of her mind which is exactly she agreed to join Azula on quest. She was genuinely happy to see her and even showed physical affection. She joined her voluntarily. 2̶̶̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶)̶̶̶ In "Return to Omashu" episode she showed like no emotion of hesitation to call off the deal and surrender her own brother to the enemy unlike Ty Lee who was actually scared of what Azula might do to her during her performance at the circus. I think it's possible that Mai actually somewhat trusted Azula to handle the situation and to have all Bumi, Tom-tom and the avatar in their hands. But I could be wrong. Regardless, if Azula really scared Mai so much that she cut off the deal of rescuing her own little brother, they should have at least animated a few seconds of doubt on Mai's face. Instead, they animated her frown/being stone-faced as she looked at her brother. IDK if that was supposed to be an actual hesitation/fear/inner conflict within Mai, but just saying that personally when I first watched this scene, I genuinely thought that Mai either didn't give a shit about her brother or believed that the situation would turn to their favor and they would eventually fight off both Bumi and Tom-tom. Did Mai really did that out of fear of what Azula might do to her and her family if she had refused or what? I need someone to tell me. I'll accept being stupid enough not to notice something so obvious if that's the case.

2) In "The Drill" episode she refused to jump down into the muddy pipeline to chase and capture team avatar. And in the end of the episode Mai emerges from one of the hatches completely dry in front of soaked Azula and Ty Lee and casually announces the two that they lost. Like... as if she knew that even if Azula figures out that she disobeyed her and let the gaang get away just becasue she didn't want to get muddy, Azula won't do anything to her. 3) In "The Beach" episode When Azula analyzed the reasons for Mai's lack of emotions, Mai wasn't afraid to call her out on her bs and shout at her to leave her alone. She wasn't just Azula's subordinate but also her friend. So as her friend, not as a subordinate, she basically told her to stfu already 4) And last but not least her famous 'I love Zuko more than I fear you.' I've said it before and I'll say it again. If it was Ty Lee or someone from Mai's family on that gandola, she would have done the same thing, she would betray Azula no questions asked. The sitation with Tom-tom was different. He was in captivity but Mai must have known/trusted Azula that even if they cut off the deal, his life wouldn't be threatened, they would extract him eventually. But if it was her two-year-old brother who could have been boiled to death, trust me when I say Mai would have done everything so that he could escape even if it meant her death. This is not to say that Mai has never feared Azula in her life at all. Their relationship was toxic and far from perfect. I'm just saying that she fears her way less than the fandom likes to believe. And if I was supposed to be conviced that Mai actually canonically fears Azula as much as the fandom thinks she does, then the show did a poor job portraying it.

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Everything you said is spot on, ESPECIALLY about Mai having joined Azula willingly - the fandom loves to pretend she coerced into it like Ty Lee was even though we see that wasn't what happened (and that Ty only said no because she was happy at the circus, not because she had a problem with war or helping Azula capture her own family).

Honestly, while Mai was obviously afraid of Azula on some level, the emotion I always felt was the ticking bomb that would make their relationship crumble at any second was anger. She was indignant when she was expected to just jump on the mud (and before that she made it cler she was bored out of her mind waiting in the drill, which isn't how one usually talks to royalty when they're afraid of getting killed by them), gave Azula an angry glare in The Headband, straight up yelled at her in The Beach, and finally looked furious at the boiling rock.

She liked Azula, so naturally it must have hurt that there (seemingly) she would always be her princess/a loyal agent of the Fire Lord before being her friend. So again, the fear IS there, but the righteous fury is the evidence that something was wrong with their relationship.

#submission #azula #mai #dangerous ladies #sapphic murder squad

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giraffeter · 3 years

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It’s the guy’s hands that really make Wei Wuxian sweat.

All the other baristas at Lotus Café swoon over Muscle Guy (as they have come to call him) for his arms, his chest, his dimples, his leather jacket — and Wei Wuxian is a yes, yes, yes and hell yes as far as those things are concerned — but it’s Muscle Guy’s hands, which are big and long-fingered and confidently dexterous, veiny in a good way, his nails filed short and scrupulously clean, his strong wrists and muscular forearms, that get Wei Wuxian going the most.

“I like your sweater,” Muscle Guy says on Tuesday morning.

It’s a great sweater — deep red and touchably soft, with a wide neck that shows off Wei Wuxian’s collarbones and a deep triangular keyhole back that offers a peek of his shoulder blades. Wei Wuxian gets numbers in this sweater.

“Thanks, I like your...” Wei Wuxian accidentally meets his eyes and gets completely lost for a moment too long. “...Jacket.”

Muscle Guy smiles. Long. Slow. Dimples. Fuck. “Thanks.” He raps his credit card twice on the counter, drawing Wei Wuxian’s attention to his hands. He’s wearing a black ring on his forefinger and an expensive-looking watch. Fuck.

Wei Wuxian is so lightheaded with lust that he accidentally writes “Muscle Guy” on the cup and has to throw it out before the guy sees.

On Thursday, Muscle Guy comes in later than usual, after the morning rush. He clears his throat as Wei Wuxian rings him up. “It’s Nie Mingjue, actually.”

“I’m sorry?” Wei Wuxian asks, bright customer-service smile on his face.

“My name is Nie Mingjue,” he says. “Not, ah, ‘Muscle Guy.’” He cocks one heavy eyebrow at Wei Wuxian.

“Oh, ah, hahahaha,” Wei Wuxian laughs, flushing blood-hot. “I...ah...”

Muscle Guy — Nie Mingjue — leans on the counter with one arm. “Do you...also have a name? Or is your name actually ‘Cute Barista?’”

30 minutes later, Wei Wuxian lowers his still-shaking legs from where they’ve been wrapped around Nie Mingjue’s waist, leaning against the stack of bags of coffee beans Nie Mingjue had pressed him up against in the supply closet. Having gotten an up-close-and-personal demonstration, Wei Wuxian is prepared to say for certain that Nie Mingjue’s hands are definitely his best feature, followed closely by his mouth and his arms and his cock and everything else about him.

“That was fun,” Nie Mingjue says, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash. Wei Wuxian puts a big wad of crumpled paper towels on top to disguise it, not that ANY of his coworkers will be unaware of what he’s just been doing in the supply closet.

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian agrees, still a little breathless.

Nie Mingjue wanders back over to him and kisses him lightly. “What are you doing later?”

“I get off at 4,” Wei Wuxian offers.

“Can I pick you up? We could go for round 2, maybe grab dinner?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Wei Wuxian grins.

When he checks his phone, the “Baristas Only No Managers No Bad Vibes” WhatsApp group is blowing up.

“EMERGENCY STAFF MEETING Wei Wuxian is banging Muscle Guy in the supply closet AS WE SPEAK.”

Jingyi, who’s been manning the store solo like a true team player while Wei Wuxian got his back blown out, fist-bumps him upon his return.

“Happy to cover for you, bro,” he says. “But you are gonna clean all the machines by yourself today.”

Like the soreness that makes Wei Wuxian wince every time he bends down to grab the specialty syrups, it’s a small price to pay.

#mingxian #nie mingjue/wei wuxian #NMJ/WWX #Wei Wuxian #Nie Mingue #the untamed ficlets

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joviewinchester · 3 years

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“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”

“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”

“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.

“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”

“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”

Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.

“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”

“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”

“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”

“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”

“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”

“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.

“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.

He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.

“Why yes she did, brother.”

“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”

“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”

“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.

“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”

The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.

Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.

“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.

“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”

“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.

“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”

“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.

“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.

She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.

“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.

https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/2847398

“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”

Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.

The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.

“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”

“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”

She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.

Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.

“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”

“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.

“Hey, mom.”

Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.

“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”

They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”

“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”

“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”

“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.

“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.

“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”

“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.

“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.

“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.

“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”

“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

“No.” Y/N huffed.

“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”

“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

They ran back into Y/N’s parents.

“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.

“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.

“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.

“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.

Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”

“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”

She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”

“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.

“Y/N!”

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”

“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”

“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”

“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”

“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”

“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”

“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”

“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”

“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”

“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”

“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.

“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”

Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.

“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.

Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”

Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.

Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”

After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.

“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.

“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”

“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.

“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.

“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.

“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”

“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”

“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.

“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.

“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”

“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.

“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”

“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.

“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.

“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”

“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.

“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”

“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”

“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.

“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”

“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”

“Come on then.”

“Where?”

“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”

#damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #matt donovan #the vampire diares imagine #tvd imagine #tvd #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore x reader

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