#what do you see in her (besides giant crowds + $)
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FIRST PLACE
Summary: You and your fellow cast mates play Spill Your Guts or Fill Your guts with James Corden.
Warnings: kissing, gross food and yea
"Hello, everyone!" James Corden announces to the crowd. "Here we have a wheel of all of the food you may or may not eat." You, Jenna, and Mason look at the wheel as James continues, "We've got cow blood & pork tongue jelly. Our lovely favorited, the bull penis."
The crowd laughs. Jenna quickly looks away, her face turning pale. Mason shakes his head as his eyes widen with shock while you laugh. James notices their reactions and grins, "We also have bird saliva, bug trifle, jellyfish, a giant water scorpion, and many other items."
You, Jenna, and Mason look at the foods placed in front of you with disgust. James smiles proudly, marveling at the wheel of food. He giggles, looking around at the three of you before announcing, "Welcome to the world of exotic cuisine!" Jenna let out a groan, Mason playfully rolled his eyes, and you just shook your head. You all had no idea what you were in for.
"Is that whipped cream?" You ask your host, pointing at the 'bug trifle'. James grinned. "No, that's not whipped cream. It's a special blend of cream cheese and grasshopper larvae." Your mouth drops open. You stare at the trifle in horror. "Uhh... I think I'm going to pass on that one."
"Just because you said that, I'll make sure to pass it on your turn." You smile gratefully as Mason shakes his head in disagreement, "That's totally unfair!" Mason looks at you and says, "I hope he replaces your bug trifle with the cow and pork jelly." You laugh and shake your head. " I think I'd rather take my chances with the bug trifle!" You and Mason laugh and Jenna joins in, finding the sound contagious.
"Y/N!" The crowd roars at the mention of your name, and you grimace. "This question is for you." James looks at you, holding the card in his hand. "But before we get into that, we'll have to choose your dish."
James looks at you, holding the card in his hand. "But before we get into that, we'll have to choose your dish." You take a deep breath and give a nod. You can feel the anticipation of the crowd, "I choose... bird saliva!" James picks, a playful grin on his face.
"That's not too bad," says Jenna, who is sitting next to you. "Let's see." James fully lifts the card. "Y/N! Who is the worst celebrity you've ever had to interact with?" Jenna Mason, and James turn to you expectantly.
You smile, "Umm... Wow! I'm really on the spot here." You could think of millions of names, but did you really wanna go through with the gossip? You look at the bird saliva that's now been spun in front of you, and then back at James.
Mason speaks up with a smile on his face, "Just say her." He jokes, pointing at the brunette beside you. Jenna's mouth widens in shock. You just laugh, and everyone joined in. "You got me, Mason. It's Jenna." You joke, turning to her and giving her a smile. After thinking about it, you can't do it. You lift the glass and indeed take a sip of the bird salvia.
Jenna grins and shakes her head, amused. Mason's face lights up as he cheers. James laughs as you swallow the liquid, gulping down the water right after. "I just wanna know why you drank that instead of saying a name!" Shaking your head you place down your glass. "Never again."
Mason laughs, "That was a brave thing to do." Jenna nods in agreement, "That was really courageous of you." James pats you on the back, "Well done, mate!" You smile, lifting up your hands in triumph. " You look around with a smug look on your face and say, "Oh, it was nothing. Just another day saving the world."
Everyone laughs and applauds your bravery. You playfully take a bow and bask in the glory of the moment. Jenna now picks up a card, holding it to her chest. "Mason, Mason, Mason." She repeats as her eyes scan over the food choices. Mason hums in acknowledgement, watching his co-star scan the items. Jenna smiles as she finds what she is looking for, "I chose the giant water scorpion for you."
"I can't believe this. I can't believe you!" Mason holds his hand over his heart, "I thought we were co-stars!"
Mason laughs, his mouth widening into a smile. Jenna's eyes twinkle mischievously begins reading the card. Mason listens, shaking his head in disbelief. "Who was the most annoying person on set?"
Mason looks around the room, his eyes meeting each of the crew’s. He points a finger and says, “Time to dig in!” Everyone laughs but it soon turns into shock as Mason quickly stuffs the scorpion in his mouth.
"It was probably Y/N," James jokes and you shake your head laughing. Mason swallows the scorpion in one gulp. Everyone stares in amazement and disbelief. Mason then says, "That was the most annoying person on set!" You can't help but laugh at Mason's comment. He looks around, a satisfied grin on his face. Mason then stands up and takes a bow, as everyone else applauds. He sits back down, picking up a card.
"Jenna, I want you to eat the bug trifle." Jenna thins out her lips and James laughs, "Any who! You've recently signed a deal with Adidas." Jenna nods in agreement and the crowd cheers, you lift your hands clapping along with them. James smiles, "You should be proud, it's a great accomplishment. You should celebrate with a bug trifle!" Jenna thins out her lips and James laughs.
Mason tilts his head with a nod at James' joke before raising the card again. "How much did they sign you for?"
Jenna doesn't spare Mason a second glance, the spoon already in her hand. Mason raises his eyebrows and James speaks up, "Really? Not even an estimate?" Jenna slowly shakes her head, scooping a spoonful of the trifle. "Don't forget the little roach too." You say, pointing at the roach onto of the trifle. Jenna shoots a glare your way, then turns back to her trifle. She takes a bite, her expression unchanged. Mason lets out a sigh and James just shakes his head.
Though she tries to stay strong but picks up her bucket, spitting it all out. "She thought she was a champ!" You laugh, looking at the crowd. They all begin laughing and Jenna searches around for her water, "Where's my water?" She asks. You hand her your own and she takes a sip.
She smiles at you and thanks you for your kindness. She then turns to the other people in the crowd and gives them a thumbs up. "I'm good!" she says. The crowd cheers as she straightens her back, and now it is your turn to grab a card. "Mr. Corden." He hums, smiling. "I want you to devour..." He raises an eyebrow at your choice of words earning a giggle for Jenna. "The jellyfish!"
You both laugh at the absurdity of it. "Or! 'I get to see what your last three texts with Justin Bieber were about." James pulls out his phone, nervously looking down, finding 3 texts worth showing. He slowly hands his phone to you. "Justin says, hey man how are you? It's been a while." You smile, glancing at the crowd. "James says, pretty well. I have a few things planned for the show. How is everyone on your side?"
James nods, remembering when he typed this, but he doesn't remember Justin's response. "Justin replies, thumbs up emoji." James grins, pleased, as he takes back his phone. "Nice lil convo there," Mason says and you nod in agreement. James pockets his phone and turns back to Mason. "Thanks, it was nice catching up with an old friend."
Jenna picks up a card, smirking at you. You inhale a breath, "Throw it at me Ortega." Playfully she lifts the card in her hand throwing the card at you and you catch it with one hand. "Hey, show off," Mason laughs and you smile, feeling a bit of pride. "You know it," you reply.
She jokingly snatches the card back, using it to point at the cow blood & pork tongue jelly." Jenna grins, "Wanna try it? I heard it's really good." You make a face, "No thanks, I'm good. I'm sure Mason's game for it though." Mason laughs, lifting his hands in surrender. "I'll pass too," he says. Jenna shakes her head reads the card, "Y/N."
You smile at the girl sending her a peace sign, "Rank these kiss scenes from worst to best." You drop your face into your hands, the crowd gets louder by the second.
The girl looks at you stunned and you can feel your cheeks getting redder by the second. You really didn't wanna eat the dish in front of you. "Mikey Madison in Scream V, Alexa Demie from Euphoria, or me... in our new movie." She laughs, and you take a deep breath, "Umm!"
Mason's eyes widen. He then thinks of an idea, "Wait! Hold that response." He holds up a finger, taking his phone out of his pocket. He starts to type something. You can see the excitement in his eyes.
He looks up at you with a smile and says, "We can't leave her out!" He was going to call Mikey! She was a sweetheart and you really did enjoy your kiss scene with her. She was a talented actor and kisser! Mason quickly Face-Timed Mikey, who answered on the fifth ring. "Hello?" She says, her soft voice playing through the speakers.
You throw your head back groaning as Jenna and James wave at the camera. "We're on The Late Show right now and Y/N's about to rank her best kisses from worst to best!" James cheers as the audience erupts in laughter. You try to keep a straight face, but can't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.
You take a deep breath and start to rank your best kisses from worst to best. "Um... Alexa because my character was a rebound. Ummm..." you glance at Jenna who looks back at you amused, and then at Mikey who smiles softly.
"Jenna because! Spoiler alert, you kiss Chad right after and then Mikey! There! Boom!" You stand up from your chair and the crowd screams. Mikey laughs and Jenna rolls her eyes in good humor.
Mason says his goodbyes to Mikey as James closes out his show, "There you have it everyone! Y/N's best kisses from worst to best! Make sure to check out Scream VI in theaters now! Have a great night!" The crowd erupts in applause, and Jenna and Mason stand up waving at the crowd, you do the same blowing kisses as well.
You take a bow with the cast and head backstage. Jenna and Mason thank you for joining them onstage, and you all hug one another. You make your way offstage, filled with a sense of accomplishment. As you walk back to your dressing room, you can hear the cheers of the audience still echoing in your ears.
You smile to yourself and bask in the glory of the moment. You can't believe how far you've come and how much you've achieved. You know that this is just the beginning of a long journey.
Half and hour pasts and you're sitting down in your dressing room, scrolling on your phone. Your fans didn't know you had a TikTok as you scrolling through the app on an alt account, sometimes interacting with them. You hear a knock on the door and you quickly put your phone away. Jenna appears from behind the door, a smile on her face.
"Oh! There's second place," you joke, standing up. Jenna laughs and says, "Our kiss scene deserves first place." What does it matter if I kiss Chad after? You're literally a homie hopper." You raise an eyebrow, "You cannot call my character a homie hopper as you admit to kissing their best friend in the same sentence."
Laughing, Jenna rolls her eyes, stepping closer to you. "I deserve first place." You smirk, "That's not how it works. It's all about believability and you can't portray a character like that and expect to win." Jenna sighs, "Fine. I'll concede, only..." She steps even closer, now having to look up at you. You feel your heart beat increasing, the air between you thickening.
Jenna looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her lips twitching into a small smile. "If you let me get a rematch." She finishes. She holds your gaze, awaiting your response. You feel a smile tugging at your lips, and you can't help but agree. "Alright, you've got yourself a rematch."
She steps back and you furrow your eyebrows. I thought she was going to kiss me? You think to yourself.
"Y/C/N," Oh. She actually wants to redo your scene. You step closer and she smiles but quickly removes it, getting back in character. You hum, tilting your head at the shorter girl. "I wouldn't- I wouldn't be hurt if you left." You furrow your eyebrows as she looks away, her eyes resting on the ground.
You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why would I ever leave you Tara?" you ask softly. You can feel the tension between you, but you know that it's only for the scene. Or is it?
She shrugs, her gaze returning to yours. "Because my life's messy. First you get tased by my sister and then you get chased around a bodega by Ghostface." You try to make a joke, but she doesn't laugh. Instead, she turns away, her shoulders heavy. "It's like I'm cursed," she says quietly.
You reach out and gently touch her arm. "You're not cursed," you tell her. "You just have a lot of bad luck. We can get through this together." She looks up at you and finally smiles, her expression softening. Your hand moves to her cheek, caressing it softly.
She leans into your touch and takes a deep breath. For the first time in a long time, she feels a sense of peace. The gaze moves from your eyes to your lips. You both lean toward each other slowly. You both close your eyes and your lips meet.
You feel the warmth of her lips and the warmth of her body. In that moment, all your worries and stress seem to melt away. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer. You can feel her heart beating in time with yours, and you know in that moment that everything will be alright. You stay in that embrace, feeling the warmth and peace of that moment, until reality slowly starts to come back.
And scene. Well Chad was supposed to walk in after, but... hey!
You begin to pull away put Jenna pulls you back into another kiss, with more intensity. You kiss her back with the same intensity, her tongue finding it's way into your mouth. She eagerly explored every inch of your mouth, her soft lips pressing hungrily against yours.
You responded eagerly, your hands exploring her body as your tongues entwined. You felt her hands roaming around your own body, a sensual exploration that left you trembling with desire. You each felt a warmth that spread throughout your bodies, the intensity of the moment pushing you further and further. You both pulled away, breathless and smiling.
Suddenly the door opens. "Hey, guys!" You and Jenna jump after at Mason's voice. He looks between the two of you, confused. Mason takes in the scene, then grins and shakes his head. "Uh, nevermind, I'll come back later." He backs out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Huh, he did end up walking in after.
"Jenna Ortega, you've now been awarded with first place." Jenna jumped with joy and screamed. You shake your head at her acting, she then jumps into your arms, placing her hands on both sides of your face - pulling you into another award winning kiss.
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⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⛧
⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader
⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst
⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.
⛧ Word Count: 2.1k
⛧ Warnings: brief discussion of murder, implied possessive ex, intro to knife play if you squint, suggestive, psycho Minsung, you probably have a killer fetish, & that's all my loves. It's otherwise quite fluffy tbh.
⛧ A/N: I'm starting this series as my love letter to 90's slasher films aaaand because I just love Minsung. I'm writing this in "tapes" instead of chapters for ✨ ambiance ✨ so I hope the vibes come across. I'm already working on part two so I'll have my knives and fingers crossed you babes enjoy this one.
💀 >>> Go to Tape 2 >>> 💀
A bell dings overhead as you step through the door of Topline Video. A crowd of middle school kids dart by, nearly knocking you over in their excitement to get home with some cheesy slasher flick they definitely shouldn’t be watching. All are in full costume, wearing the kind of plastic masks that smell sorta funny when you put them on.
The kid dressed as a goblin turns back for a second, peeling up the murky green mask to reveal an apologetic face. “Sorry, lady!” he shouts, taking your gentle smile as a sign of forgiveness and racing to catch up to his friends. “Lady?” you whisper to yourself, the door creaking shut behind you, “Great, now I feel ancient.”
Lucky for you there’s no time for an existential crisis as you’re swept into the frenzy of the video store. The walls are packed with what must be a thousand VHS tapes. Double sided displays line the aisles with hundreds more. Every one of them is some brand of horror movie with even the most obscure subgenre present.
Black and orange streamers travel from one end of the ceiling to the next with tiny spiders dangling from them. Giant skeletons lurk in the corners guarding jack o lanterns with flickering eyes. Every year people eat it up but this year is particularly spooky. It sends a shiver down your spine when you recall why.
“I heard they found another leg” a red haired girl says, casually smacking on a piece of bright pink bubblegum. Beside her a shorter girl files through tapes under a large bloody hand drawn sign reading SERIAL KILLERS.
“I thought they already found both of his legs. A guy can’t have three legs.”
The red haired girl shakes her head, smiling mischievously. “That is not true. I hooked up with him once. You could for sure consider that thing a third leg.” The girls break into a fit of giggles. Dodging their insensitivity, you squeeze yourself into the Monster Movie section.
“Hey Drac” you sigh, staring up at the Dracula cutout looming over you, “I live in a town of idiots.” “You don’t mean everyone, do you?” a voice answers back with the worst Dracula impersonation you’ve ever heard. Suspicious that it isn’t coming from the cardboard cutout, you peek around to see a familiar face stocking the shelves.
Your heart immediately begins to flutter, a blanket of warmth encompassing you. Han Jisung. If you flip through the dictionary you’ll find him under D for dreamy. The glow of the setting sun kisses his dark curly hair, making it almost sparkle. And those brown eyes, they’re so…no…keep it together.
“That’s a terrible Dracula voice” you tease, arms folded across your chest. “I don’t know what you mean. Bleh, bleh, bleh” he carries on, pretending to bare his fangs. Now it’s you who’s giggling and you can’t stand how easily he gets you to.
“You are such a dork, Han.”
Returning to his normal voice he only shrugs, “But that’s why you’re so insanely in love with me isn’t it?”
His words intensify the heat moistening your palms. Fidgeting with the sleeves of your jean jacket, you wrack your brain for some witty response only for nonsense to tumble out.
“No. What? I…uh…um…early.”
Popping a copy of Megaverse Massacre 2 onto the shelf, Han raises an eyebrow at you, “Early?”
Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you spit it out. “Uh, yeah, early. I heard you guys were closing early because of the…”
“Body hacking psycho killer?” a voice cackles, gripping your shoulders from behind. You let out a blood curdling scream that draws the attention of a few nearby shoppers. Swinging around, your fist ready to dish out a debilitating gut punch, you come face to face with Lee Minho. You haven’t quite decided if he can be filed under “dreamy” or “asshole” yet.
Minho grins, never finding you cuter than when he’s getting on your nerves. “I’m sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you did I?” he teases, straightening out your clothes with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. The sun’s doing that thing again. The sparkle. The glow. The radiant brown eyes searching yours, threatening to make you fall even deeper into them than you already have.
Han dips between the two of you, separating you before you rip Minho’s head off. “I’m sorry. Really. He was deprived of air in the womb. Being an asshole’s just a side effect.”
Over Han’s shoulder Minho frowns, “Hey! Rude much?” Digging into his pocket, Han pulls out a lollipop. It’s sugar blown into the shape of a blood drenched kitchen knife. “Are you bribing me with a sugary murder weapon?” you ask, staring at it skeptically. Han flashes you a close lipped smile, his cheeks so fluffy it’d be a crime to deny him.
Snatching the lollipop you waste no time popping the wrapper off and tapping Minho on the head with it. “Hey! What was that for?” he winces, wiping lollipop residue from his head. “Sorry, babe” you grin, sucking on your tool of revenge, “Didn’t hurt you did I?” Han buries his face in his hand but it does nothing to hide the joy he takes in his best friend’s pain.
This is nice. Laughing with someone. With them. It’s been a while since you felt this light around other people. The recent weight on you hasn’t been of some invisible boogeyman sneaking off with one of your limbs. No, your boogeyman was someone you knew well, or at least thought you did, and he’s haunted you every chance he can.
Speak of the devil…
A bell dings, drawing your attention to the door where a man in a demon mask scans the room for someone. You recognize him immediately. Those boots. Those pants. That flannel shirt you always found totally hideous on him. Your heart sinks, the lollipop in your hand tumbling to the floor.
You see Minho and Han’s hearts sink too. It’s as if they sense that any joy you’d been feeling just went down the drain that instant. Minho whispers something into Han’s ear. You can’t make out what, only the calculated tone of his voice. “Hey!” Han says, perking up again, “We’re having a movie night tonight. You should come.”
As the man in the demon mask spots you, your eyes dart back and forth between the men. “A movie night? Sure that would be…I’d like that.”
Han takes you by the hand, “Wicked. Come on, you can pick a movie from the back.” He leads you towards the backroom just as the man advances towards you. Peeking over your shoulder you spot Minho blocking his way. A quick left turn stops you from seeing what happens next, filling your vision instead with tattered old movie posters.
Passing a few of Han’s coworkers, you wave politely and they smile in return. The back room’s like a dustier, quieter version of the sales floor. The walls are still lined with tapes, only there’s no way these have been watched any time in the past decade. Through the dust you see the spine of a tape titled Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4.
“That one” you decide, stopping dead in your tracks.
Han stops too, squinting to spot what caught your eye, “A woman of taste I see.”
Pulling it from the shelf, he blows the dust away and hands it to you. “Only the finest for you.”
You feel that lightness again. It's easy to feel it when he smiles at you like this. Such an unexpected but welcomed sense of safety. “Han, thanks for…” you start but the surprise sensation of his lips pressed to yours makes anything you were about to say feel insignificant.
With one hand still holding yours, his other hand comes to rest on your lower back. Your lips are somehow softer than he’d imagined. Even in the absence of the lingering strawberry flavored lollipop, he knows they’d taste just as sweet. Minho’s gonna kill him when he finds out that he kissed you first but nothing could be more worth it.
“Thank me by not worrying about your ex,” he says, “He won’t bother you anymore. I promise.”
You want to tell him how much he doesn’t understand. That your ex doesn’t give up that easily. But you decide not to ruin the moment, even if letting yourself believe him feels delusional. “Jisung, we need you up front!” one of his coworkers shouts back. He hesitates, unsure if he should leave you or not.
You kiss him first this time, turning him loose, “Go. I’ll be fine back here. Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 1-3 have gotta be rotting around here somewhere right?” One last kiss and he’s rushing back up front, clueless as to how he’s supposed to focus on anything else now.
Turning back to the shelf you realize how big of a challenge you’re in for. Maybe there’s a feather duster somewhere? Or a respirator mask?
“Give it here. That has to be wrong.” Minho approaches the kitchen counter where you sit, playfully swinging your feet. He reaches for the magazine in your hand but you clutch it tightly to your chest, refusing to fork it over.
“Live with it, Minho. You are Suspicious Boyfriend.”
“Suspicious boyfriend” Han sings, retrieving a bag of freshly popped popcorn from the microwave, “I think it has a ring to it.”
Hopping down from the counter, you skip your way over to Han extending the magazine and the pen in your hand out to him. “Your turn, Hannie.” You see the skepticism all over his face but don’t give up. All torture must be equal after all.
“I’ll take that” Minho smiles, stealing the popcorn for himself.
“Sure. Why not?” Han surrenders, grabbing the magazine and the pen. You and Minho watch on, far more amused than you should be, as Han skims the pages checking off answers to silly personality questions. Pick a country to travel to. Pick a favorite food. Upstairs or downstairs?
After a minute or two he finishes and slides the magazine back over to you. You can barely contain yourself as you assess his results. Leaning across the counter, you share them with Minho who immediately begins to laugh.
“What’s so funny? What did I get?” Han asks looking so genuinely concerned that you almost feel bad for telling Minho first. Minho empties the popcorn into a bright orange Halloween bowl, shoveling some into his mouth. “Comic Relief Best Friend” he mumbles. Han frowns, coming to see for himself. You hold the results page up for him.
Which Horror Character Are You?
You point to his score beneath the headline “Comic Relief Best Friend”.
“Oh, okay. So I’m funny and I die before him. Perfect.”
“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that” you say, poking at his chin, “It’s not like I got the best result either. I’m the Final Girl.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Minho asks, his words muffled by food, “It means you make it to the sequel.”
“No, it means that I’m boring. Badass but boring. I wanna be the killer. They have more fun.”
Han shakes his head, a sympathetic hand resting on your shoulder, ���I hate to break it to you but you’re not really killer material.” Minho takes your hand like a doctor prepared to give you some bad news, “Yeah, you just…you don’t have it in you, kid.”
“Don’t have it in me? I do so!” you protest, your tantrum not doing much to make you less adorable. Minho moves toward the knife rack behind him, carefully selecting the biggest, sleekest one he can find. “Okay, so kill me.”
There’s a long, tense silence.
“Come on. It’s not that hard. Just…” Minho mimes stabbing himself in the chest, his tongue stuck out sideways. “Give it!” you shout, running to take the knife away. Minho catches you by the wrist, slipping the knife into your hand and raising the tip of the blade an inch away from his throat.
“Do it” he dares, his hand tightening around yours, “Prove us wrong.”
There’s an unnerving excitement in his eyes as he awaits your decision. An excitement that doesn’t seem to want you to back away. No, it wants you to come closer. He wants you to come closer.
“Hannie,” you plead, “Can you talk some sense into him please?” Han joins the two of you, saying nothing at first, simply observing. The way that they watch you is intensely sexual and some part of you, one you hadn’t known existed until now, seems to take pleasure in it.
Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”
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"I Do"
Synopsis: You and Simon get married.
Warnings: Tears, swearing, fluff
A/N: don't mind me writing yet another Simon fluff. I'm addicted😭😭
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Simon took a deep breath and closed his eyes to try to calm his nerves. Johnny, who was standing beside him, patted him on the back.
"You ready, mate?" He asked his friend, flashing his signature MacTavish smile.
Simon nodded his head, and started to shift back and forth on his feet.
"Not getting cold feet are you?" Johnny chuckled, taking in the groom's nervousness.
"What? God, no. I'm- I'm nervous." Simon looked abashed at his friend's comment. "I just want to see her."
He looked around to the friends and family who were taking their seats, and this helped calm him.
The two of you wanted a relatively small wedding, as neither of you were very big on crowded places or big events. It was just a few family and friends, and the location was a small floral garden in the outskirts of Manchester.
He looked back at Johnny who was still watching him, and smiled. He'd asked the Scot to be his best man, before he'd even asked you to marry him. He knew he wanted his friend to be right next to him, on the most important day of his life.
Simon's thoughts were cut short at the sound of the music starting, signaling your arrival.
His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you, and it took everything in him not to fall to his knees.
You had your hair up with a flower neatly tucked on the side. Your dress was modest, with a lace bodice and long train. You were stunning, and he'd thought you'd never looked more beautiful than you did in that moment.
Price was walking you down the aisle, with a giant smile on his face. You lost your own father years ago, and John had been such a familial figure to you that you knew you wanted to ask him to do the honors.
As you caught sight of your future husband, your hand, which was wrapped around Price's arm, tightened, and you felt yourself walking a bit faster.
Simon felt tears prickling at his eyes, and he swallowed thickly as he tried to compose himself.
You were no better, the moment being so surreal to you. Seeing the man you've loved for years, the man you were about to marry, looking incredibly dashing in his crisp gray suit.
The walk down the makeshift aisle felt like it lasted a century, and you and Price finally made your way to Simon. John kissed your forehead softly, and handed your hand to Simon.
"You take good care of her, Simon." He warned, though the smile on his face said that he already knew he would.
Simon nodded in reply, and turned his gaze to you. "Hi." His voice came out as a whisper, and a stray tear fell down his cheek.
"Hi." You smiled, and bit your lip softly.
"You look so fucking beautiful, sweetheart." He raked his eyes down the length of your body, taking in every inch of your appearance.
"And you look so bloody handsome." You beamed, squeezing his hand.
"Everyone, please be seated!" Your childhood friend, Trevor, called out. He was acting as the wedding officiant, something he told you he'd wanted to do for you since you were kids. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Simon Riley and Y/N Y/LN."
The words of your friend fell on deaf ears, as you lost yourself in Simon's eyes. He was looking back at you with such raw emotion, a look unlike you'd ever seen before.
The two of you lost track of time as you continued staring at each other lovingly, only stopping when Trevor turned to address Simon.
"Simon? Your vows."
Simon broke eye contact with you, as he moved to grab the sheet of paper he kept tucked in his breast pocket. You could see his hands shaking slightly from nerves as he unfolded the sheet.
He cleared his throat, and gave you a loving glance before folding the paper back up and putting it in his pocket once more.
"I wrote my vows about a hundred times trying to find what I wanted to say. But as I'm standing here, I realized that I don't need what's written on a piece of paper to tell you what I feel." Simon took a deep breath before continuing. "Y/N. You are my everything. You were the one to show me that life is, in fact, worth living, no matter what I've been through. You've been the light in my darkness, my beacon of hope. You've thawed out this cold heart that I thought couldn't ever feel love again. I can only hope I can be a fraction of what you are to me, to you. If you'll let me, I vow to make you the happiest woman I can, for as long as we both live. I vow to be your protector, your lover, your friend, and whatever else you could ever need me to be. I love you more than you will ever know."
Tears were falling down your cheeks as you absorbed his words. In the years of being with him, he was never this open with you, so for him to say such words had your heart bursting.
"Y/N, your vows?" Trevor looked at you, encouraging you to speak.
You nodded as you moved to wipe away your tears.
"Simon. You are my best friend, and the absolute love of my life. I couldn't have wished for a better partner in this world. I thank you for allowing me to show you the love you so greatly deserve. You are worth so much more than you could ever comprehend. I vow to always love you, through thick and thin. I vow to be the best wife, and partner I can be. And I vow to make you the happiest man I possibly can, for as long as we both shall live."
Simon choked back a small sob as he looked at you. Your words were beautiful, and he felt himself falling even deeper in love with you. It took everything in him not to kiss you then and there.
"Simon Riley, do you take Y/N, Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Trevor turned to Simon.
Simon held your gaze as he replied "I do."
"Do you Y/N Y/L/N take Simon as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Simon, you may now kiss your bride."
Simon beamed down at you, with the biggest smile you'd ever seen on his face. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.
Cheers erupted around you, as the two of you lost yourselves in the moment. From beside Simon, you could hear Johnny yelling, "Yeah! That's my boy!"
Pulling away, Simon kissed your nose lightly before saying, "Hello, Mrs. Riley."
"Hello, husband." You whispered back, your smile growing.
Simon took your hand, and the two of you made your way back down the aisle, passing all of your friends and family shouting good wishes at you. As you walked away from the venue, Simon squeezed your hand lovingly. The two of you exchanged a warm glance, before heading off to start your forever together.
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A/N: like Simon with his vows, I rewrote this thing like 100 times😭😅
#cod imagine#simon riley imagine#mw2 imagine#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley
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Confessing
Wonyoung fic time. I got nothing else to say; nothing rough going on here.
Length 2.3K
Wonyoung x Mreader
You sat in a cafe, waiting for your friend to show up. You bring your drink to your lips, taking a long drink; as you place it back down, you see Wonyoung take the seat across from you. "I'm sorry for being late. I know I'm the one that called you here, but I-I just had to make sure I was ready." She says. You notice the slight stutter she made.
"Don't worry about it; I wasn't here that long." You reply. Wonyoung fiddles with her hands and keeps her head turned away from you. A deep-seated redness is coming across now. "Are you alright?" You ask while putting your hand on her forehead.
"I-I'm fine; I just need some water. I walked here really quickly." She says, finally looking at you. A waitress comes quickly afterward, taking her order. While you're waiting, you notice Wonyoung violently shaking her head. "So, are you ready for today?" She asks after as if she hadn't just done that.
"Yeah, it's been a while since we've gone out. Did you have anything planned? You kept everything secret from me.
Wonyoung nods and pulls out two tickets. "I got us these. They're for the carnival. I thought it would be nice to go." Wonyoung rubs her arms as she looks away from you again. Her drink arrives, and the two of you continue to talk until you're ready to go to the carnival.
At the carnival, Wonyoung gives the tickets to the man at the entrance, and you both walk through the large hallway leading to the carnival proper. The colorful lights in the hall paint the area. You glance at Wonyoung as she smiles with excitement. Coming out of the hall, you both notice the giant Ferris wheel in the back. "Do you want to ride it?" You ask Wonyoung.
She shakes her head, "Maybe later. Let's just walk around for now." You look at the many stalls; some are games, others are food, and a couple sells clothes, among other items. Wonyoung doesn't seem very interested in most of the games until she happens upon a fishing one. A simple game where you're handed a fishing rod and have to try to get the lure into a fish's mouth. The robotic fish pop up and bite the air before opening their mouths and sinking. They were different colors, indicating a specific prize type that you would get. You watch Wonyoung drift toward the stall; you follow her closely, wading through the crowd.
"Would you like a try? The first one is free." The carny operating the stand says. Wonyoung nods; he hands her a fishing pole and explains the rules. Wonyoung's attempt could have gone better, as her lure lands between the fishes. She lets out a disappointed sigh. You pay the man for a few more tries.
"What prize do you want?" You whisper to Wonyoung. She points toward a large bread plush, a red tag. You try to stifle a laugh seeing that of all her options; she'd want a piece of bread. She whines at you for laughing, slapping your arm. You grab the fishing pole and throw it forward to gauge how it'll fly. You land in between the fishes, much like Wonyoung's attempt. Noticing that the lure was lighter than expected, you give it less power and narrowly miss the red fish.
Wonyoung jumps in the air, "You nearly had it!" She yells as she smacks your arm. Visibly excited, Wonyoung starts pointing out where it might be easier. The red fishes are spread evenly except for the far left corner, where four red fishes sit beside each other. You take Wonyoung's advice and launch the lure into the far corner, smacking the fish. It had popped up and shut its mouth right before the lure got to it. Wonyoung squats down suddenly, holding onto the edge of the stall. She pokes her head over the edge, observing as you try again. You wait for the fish to start coming down to throw the lure. In what seems like a miracle, your toss was short and bounced off a closer fish into the mouth of a red fish just as it came up to bite. Wonyoung jumps up and screams before tossing herself at you. She holds you tightly as you celebrate your victory. "You did it!" She buries her head in your chest as she continues to hug you. The man gives you the bread plush and hands it to you.
"Your girlfriend must really like bread." He says with a laugh. Wonyoung immediately pulls away from you, turning bright red. You smile at her and hand her the bread. She immediately uses it to cover her face. You thank the man before walking away from the stall, telling him to give your other plays to someone else.
Wonyoung holds the bread to her chest. "Thank you," she says quietly. You pat her head.
"It’s no problem. I'm glad you like it." The two of you continued to walk around the carnival, eating food and getting on an occasional ride. As evening comes, you both get in line for the Ferris wheel. Once the ride begins, you look at the city skyline from the top of the Ferris wheel. Wonyoung looks at the floor nearly the entire time. "What's wrong Wonyoung?" You ask. She grips the edges of her skirt, gulping before she opens her mouth.
"Um… t-there's something I want to tell you." Wonyoung tries to meet your gaze but can't hold it. She puts up her bread plush as a barrier between you. "I-I…I like you."
"I like you too."
"N-no, I mean that I-I love you. As more than a friend." Wonyoung's grip on the plush tightens as she peers over it. "We've been friends since we were kids, but I've loved you for a long time. I-I wanted to…." She pauses for a moment. "I wanted to confess to you today. I wanted to do it here."
"You just did." You respond.
"N-no, but it's not the same. I don't want to be hiding behind this." She says, motioning toward the plush. "I wanted to have you really look at me."
You reach out and forcefully take the plush from her. "Go ahead then."
Wonyoung places her hands on her lap and looks down before collecting herself. She shakes slightly as she looks at you. "I've loved you for a really long time, but you were always out of reach. S-sometimes, I wanted to tell you, but you would be dating someone else. I-I want to be with you. S-so w-would y-y-you…" She tries to take a breath, and you see her struggling.
You kneel in front of her and take her hands in your own. "It’s okay." You say, reassuring her.
"Would you be my boyfriend?" She asks. Wonyoung has her eyes closed tightly as if awaiting rejection.
"I'd love to."
She hesitantly opens her eyes. "Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Wonyoung, I've loved you for a long time, too, but you never showed any interest in me, so I thought maybe I should date others to get you off my mind. Hearing you say that, though, makes me really happy." Wonyoung nearly pushes you onto the floor as she hugs you with all her strength. She continues to spout on and on about how she loves you. She can't help but cry as you accept her love. Wonyoung refuses to let you go as you try to return to your seat. The Ferris wheel ends soon, and Wonyoung rushes to dry her tears before you both leave the carriage. The day becomes night, and it comes time to go home. You both get in your car as you ready yourself to drop her off. "I guess I'll drop you off at home."
"Can we- can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks shyly.
"What?" You say, slightly stunned at her words.
"I want to sleep with you." She replies with her words trailing off at the end. "I've waited a long time, and I want to sleep with you," Wonyoung says, mustering her courage.
"Alright, we'll sleep together. It'll be our first night as a couple." Wonyoung smiles all the way home. The car ride was slightly filled with sexual tension. You hadn't expected Wonyoung to be so proactive as to say she wanted to sleep with you. You also hadn't fully registered what she wanted when you agreed. You couldn't say anything to her at this point and awkwardly drove the entire way home. When you arrived, you both sat in the car for a minute, unable to move.
Eventually, you were able to step out of the car. Wonyoung quickly followed. You both wasted no time as you made your way to your bedroom. "S-so, I guess we should take our clothes off."
"Y-yes, we should," Wonyoung responded with the same nervous voice. You both looked away from the other as you stripped down. "I-I can turn around when you do."
"Okay, we'll turn around on three. One, two, three!" You both turn around, covering yourself. "W-we should probably take our hands away." Wonyoung shyly nods, and you both slowly put your hands to the side. Your eyes make their way down Wonyoung's body. You get caught up at her legs, though, long, toned, and thick; you marvel at them. You slowly get hard as you think about Wonyoung's body. Wonyoung blushes as she watches your cock rise to full mast.
She steps forward, "Can…can I touch it?" You nod. She seems mesmerized by it as her hand reaches out and grasps your cock. You moan as she touches it. A smile crosses Wonyoung's face; she's happy she can make you feel good. Wonyoung starts to stroke your cock; without any prior experience, she's doing a good job. Her pace is anything but consistent, though, as she sometimes goes from incredibly slow to very quick. You run your hands around her stomach before taking a breast in each hand. Your palms squeeze her soft flesh, drawing a moan from her. Wonyoung's tits were topped with tiny pink nipples; her areola wasn't much bigger. Taking her nipple between your forefinger and thumb, you pinch her nipples while massaging her breasts. You both moan from the pleasure you're experiencing. You lean down slightly, kissing Wonyoung. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, not wanting it to end. While you're kissing her, her hands start to move quickly. Her palm rubs the head of your cock as you both moan into the kiss.
You feel yourself getting close to your orgasm and your hips bucking automatically. Wonyoung feels your cock throbbing and sudden wetness as precum covers her hand. Your precum allows her to stroke your cock at a faster pace. "Wonyoung, I'm going to cum." You say to warn her. She continues to stroke your cock at a quick pace until you cum in her hand. The warm liquid spurts onto her forearm and covers her hand. While you recover, Wonyoung stares at her cum-covered hand, mesmerized by it, before putting up to her mouth and licking it. The salty taste fills her mouth as she licks her hand clean. The sight makes you hard again. "Should we continue?" You ask her.
Wonyoung climbs onto your bed and lays on her back. Her hands go down to her shaven slit, and she spreads her lips for you. Her pink pussy is there for you to take in. "Please," she says, almost like she's pleading with you to do it. "I want you." She says quietly. You climb over her and align yourself with her.
"Are you ready?" You ask before you do the deed. Wonyoung gives you a nod. You press against her entrance and push past her lips. You hear her gasp as you thrust inside her. You plant a kiss on Wonyoung's lips; her arms wrap around you as she keeps you there. Her walls caress your cock as you push deeper inside her. Wonyoung moans into the kiss as you start to move inside her. Your hands grip her legs as you thrust into her. "Wonyoung, you're so tight." You moan into her ear as you thrust. Wonyoung's walls try to keep you inside her, clamping down on your cock. Her moans grow louder at your comments.
"You're so big," she groans. You're pounding her into the bed as you revel in the pleasure. Her legs keep you in place as you split her apart with every thrust. Wonyoung closes her eyes and moans; you watch the beauty before you enjoy herself as sweat begins to cover her body. Her hair becomes more of a mess with every thrust. You cup her cheek, and she opens her eyes; she meets your gaze.
"You're the most beautiful person in the world, Wonyoung. I love you." You groan as the pleasure starts to become too much.
Wonyoung pushes her head up to kiss you. "I love you too." Wonyoung whines as she feels her climax coming. Her walls tighten around you as you continue to thrust.
"I'm going to cum, Wonyoung. Let me go."
"No, I want you to cum inside me. Please." You relent and slam your cock into Wonyoung again. You both shout as you reach your orgasm. Your semen fills Wonyoung. Her leg’s grip on you doesn't loosen; she keeps you in place as her cunt milks you for all of your cum. You watch Wonyoung's face drift into a pure orgasmic state as she feels you fill her womb with cum. After a few minutes, her legs finally release their hold over you. You stay buried inside her for a little longer before pulling out of her. You roll over onto your back, and Wonyoung moves to place her head on your chest. Cum leaks from her pussy onto her thighs as she uses her fingertip to trace something on your chest.
You put your arm around her head and kiss her forehead. "I love you," she says, her eyes trying to remain open as she slowly drifts off to sleep.
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twenty-seven — knowing
fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
previous — masterlist — next
word count. 1.4k
content. swearing, slight violence
“What the fuck is happening?” Oikawa demands, dropping his bags as he runs to the center of the gym. Everyone is gathered around something and it all seems to be in absolute chaos. “Do we have another rat?”
Aran yelps as someone hits him hard and forces him to stumble backwards. “For fuck’s sake! Ya need to stop!”
“Who?” Oikawa asks, trying to peer over his taller teammates that are standing in a bunch before him. His answer comes before anyone even bothers to tell him.
“What the fuck is wrong with ya?” Atsumu. Booming. “Why the fuck would ya say that?”
Your best friend finally gets past the crowd and sees it. Sees them: Atsumu being held back by Sakusa, a black eye clearly on its way, and Suna in Bokuto’s grasp, nose bleeding profusely—it’s probably broken or just terribly fucked.
Suna just smirks. “You’re scared.”
“What the fuck would I be scared of? You?” Atsumu laughs. “Ya wish.”
The other boy rolls his eyes. “You think she doesn’t love you,” he says. “And it’s killing you, isn’t you?”
At that, the blond breaks free from Sakusa and pounces. It doesn’t take long before someone else is pulling him back, but he manages to get a few hits in. Suna’s lip ends up busted like you wouldn’t believe.
“Let me go!” Atsumu yells at Hinata as the younger boy pulls him back. “Fuckin’ let me go!”
“What are you going to do?” Yaku asks loudly, shaking his head in disappointment. “Kill him? Fuck’s sake, man, calm down.”
But Atsumu’s not listening, still trying to lunge forward. “Ya had yer chance.” He seethes. “And ya fucked up. So back the fuck off!”
Oikawa decides that he’s had enough of this. It’s all so pathetic. He marches forward and places himself in the space between the two boys, glaring at both of them.
“What did you do?” he asks Suna.
“Nothing.”
Suddenly, your best friend’s hands are on his collar, hard eyes on his. “What did you do?”
Suna swallows thickly. He looks away. “I told her that I love her.”
“Asshole!” Atsumu yells. “Like a fuckin’ asshole!”
OIkawa throws Suna back and jabs his finger into his chest. “You fucked up,” he says, voice low, before he turns on his heel and walks away, storming towards the gym doors. He glares at Atsumu. “And you need to stop!”
“Where are ya goin’?” Aran asks as the boy passes by.
“To fix the mess they made.”
He finds you on Iwaizumi’s bed, drowning in a mix of your friends’ clothes and slurping away at a bowl of instant noodles. You have a sheet mask on and your hair is tucked away from your face with a bubble headband.
“Want some?” you hold the giant bowl out towards your best friend. When you notice the sour look on his face, you frown. “What’s wrong?”
Oikawa can’t help but laugh. “I should be asking you that question.”
You click your tongue. “I heard about the fight,” you say. “Bokuto texted me. And Sakusa. And Hinata. They were mostly confused about the whole situation.”
He plops onto the bed beside you and groans. “This is what I warned you about.”
You shove him. “You didn’t even know about any of this,” you say. “You just didn’t want me to fuck your teammates.”
“I already told you that was so not the point.”
“Right, sure.” You shovel a bunch of noodles into your mouth, your mind falling into deep thought as you chew. “Tooru?”
He hums. "Yeah?"
“When did love get so complicated?”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
You put the bowl down on the bedside table and proceed to wriggle beneath the sheets, pointedly bumping against Oikawa as you do. He protests, you ignore him, things are just the way they’re supposed to be.
“I wish we could be kids again,” you say when you’ve finally made yourself comfortable. “It was so much easier.”
Oikawa leans against the headboard and places a hand in your hair, gently stroking the top of your head. “Eh. It was okay.”
You take his other hand and study it, turning it over and running your fingers over the lines and the callouses and the scars you know all too well. “Do you remember when I told you that I loved you?” you ask. “That one summer, when I fell—”
“—into the lake and told your mom that I pushed you in,” he supplies, smiling at the memory. He refused to talk to you for a whole day after that and—for two kids that had grown up attached at the hip—a day was a real long time. “Yeah, I remember.”
You hum, intertwining your fingers with his. “I was so sure,” you tell him. “I knew I loved you. I knew I’d love you forever.”
He rests his cheek on top of your head. “I loved you too. Still do.”
You squeeze his hand, he squeezes back. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, the kind that you’ve been practicing your whole lives. You weren’t lying back then, when you told Suna that you didn’t remember what love felt like. But, as you lie there with your best friend, holding his hand in yours, you just know. You’ve always known.
The bedroom door creaks as it opens.
“Everything good here?” Iwaizumi asks, popping his head in before stepping into the room. He feigns a look of shock. “Were you eating on my bed?”
You hold your hands up innocently. “You gave me the food!”
Rolling his eyes, he launches himself onto the bed beside Oikawa, reaching over to place a hand on your arm. “Boys suck,” he tells you.
“I suck.”
“We all suck,” Oikawa chimes in.
“Amen to that.” Iwaizumi chuckles. “What were you guys talking about?”
“How much she loves me.”
“Hey!” You slap his thigh. “He loves me too, just so you know.”
The other boy looks at Oikawa with a softness in his gaze, one that no one else has or ever will be graced with. “What about me?”
Your best friend places a kiss on his cheek. “I love you too,” he says. “More than you can imagine.”
Iwaizumi reaches up and places a kiss on Oikawa’s lips. It’s soft and simple, but true.
That’s love, you think to yourself. That’s all it’s ever been.
Ayame hasn’t spoken to Suna in three days. Ever since they went on that trip with you and your friends, he’s been completely ignoring her. On the first day, she figured something must have happened. On the second day, she knew what it was.
Rumors spread quickly. People heard about Suna and Atsumu’s fight in the gym and filled the blanks in on their own.
The public consensus is that you and Suna cheated on Atsumu and Ayame with each other. That, sometime after midterms, you must have slept together. A few people say that you and Atsumu were already on the outs when it happened, others say that the two of you were happy—you’re just too much of a slut to stick to one guy.
Ayame knows the truth. She’s put the pieces together and she knows that Suna told you about his feelings for you. In all honesty, she’s impressed.
She would normally ignore the gossip, what with it being slanderous nonsense made by people with nothing better to do with their time—but this time, she’s involved. This time, there are rumors going around about her.
Most people are on “her side.” They feel bad for her, she’s just a victim in all of this. How could she have known that her boyfriend would do such a thing?
There are a few people though that aren’t as convinced. What did she expect? She goes out with one of the most notorious fuckboys on campus and she thinks he’ll be faithful? Maybe she likes the feeling of being pushed aside. Maybe she likes being a victim. Maybe she’s doing this all for attention.
Her friends tell her to just ignore what those people are saying. They aren’t worth it anyway.
But Suna’s still not picking up. And her lab partner ditched her. And even her professors seem to know what’s going on. It’s all getting a little too loud.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Ayame glances at the door. Is someone really knocking—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She stands up from her bed and reaches for the knob. Her roommate’s not supposed to be home so soon. Could it be one of her friends? Her roommate’s boyfriend? Suna?
She opens the door.
You.
“Hi.” You’re standing at her door with a sheepish smile. “I thought you might need this,” you say, holding out a bottle of wine. “Can I come in?”
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We'll Make It Through
Nurse Wanda Maximoff X GN! Reader
Warnings: Angst. Fluff.
18+ MINORS DNI
The weather had taken a drastic change, the summer was scorching and there were more deaths of dehydration and heat exhaustion. Y/N lay on top of the comforter in nothing but their boxers as Wanda walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering with a towel to dry herself off as she put her scrubs on.
"You should have kept those off." Y/N stated as Wanda chuckled.
"Why?" She queried with a raised brow.
"Well, one, it is too hot to be wearing clothes and two you are just so sexy naked." They started as they stood before her. "And three, we would make beautiful babies and have fun doing so." They told her with a smirk as she just laughed.
"As much as I am not opposed to that idea, I do have lives to save." She whispered as she cupped their cheek before kissing their lips tenderly.
"Text when you've arrived." Y/N requested before their wife left their apartment. They decided to turn on the TV as they made themselves an ice tea. Listening to the news before sitting by the window.
"How is your Y/N?" Nat questioned as Wanda took off her jacket before placing it in her locker.
"They are great. I think they miss work though." Wanda told her as they felt a small rumble.
"What was that?" Nat questioned as Wanda shook her head.
"I don't know." She whispered as the lights flickered, sending a quick text to Y/N.
Y/N also felt the tremor, causing them to stand up from the window ledge and look out of the window. Seeing as most of the city felt the same as it came to a stand still. They quickly got themselves dressed and checked their phone, about to call Wanda when they saw her text.
Just as they were tying their shoes, their door opened and Yelena came rushing inside. Fear evident in her face as she stood before them.
"Do you think?" She asked them as Y/N sighed.
"There won't be any of those huge worms coming out from the ground Lena." They told her as they grabbed their 9mm just in case they needed it.
"You never know Y/N. That is how it happened in Tremors." She countered as they just laughed.
"It was probably just an after shock or something." They said as Lena scoffed.
"We don't get earthquakes here." She told them matter of factly as they chuckled.
"A lot of weird shit is happening everywhere Lena. There has been tornados in the UK. Snow in Brazil. Earthquake in New York doesn't entirely scream mythological underground giant worms." They told her as they felt another one, much larger followed by multiple screams.
"We need to leave." Lena stated as Y/N sighed. Grabbing Wanda's ring that she got from her mother before she passed and putting it in their pocket. "I don't like being this high up."
"We can't leave everyone else here Lena." Y/N stated as their authoritive side started to come out.
"Listen Y/N, I get that you are a hero, you usually run to danger but if you don't get out and die. Wanda will kill you again." She stated as Y/N shook their head, stepping towards her and handing over Wanda's mom's ring.
"Get to the hospital and give this to Wanda." They told her as she shook her head. "You know I have to do this. Just go." They told her as they pushed her towards the stairs as Y/N went to knock on every door, evacuating the building as fast as they could.
"They're evacuating the patients Wanda." Nat informed her as Wanda just looked at her. "Come on. We have to go now." She pushed Wanda towards the buses they had lined up. Getting her on it as she looked around all of the commotion. People running and screaming, soon hearing Lena's voice shouting for Nat.
"What is happening?" Wanda questioned as Lena made her way through the crowd to the bus.
"I think." She gasped for breath. "Earthquake." As both Nat and Wanda looked between each other. "It's not the most illogical explanation. Besides, the world has already gone mental."
"Is Y/N here?" Wanda asked as Lena shook her head. Digging into her pocket for the ring.
"They wouldn't leave everyone else in the building." Lena informed her as Nat soon stopped her from running off the bus.
"They will find us Wanda." She told her friend. "Y/N is smart, tactical. They will figure out how to get through this."
"No." Wanda whispered as she started to cry when they felt another before the bus started to move. Soon enough there was another tremor, larger than the last as Y/N held onto the wall as they helped carry the old man in the wheelchair down the stairs.
"Just leave me here." He told Y/N and his son.
"No dad." His son spoke sternly as his father tried to get them to leave him.
"We're getting you out sir." Y/N spoke up as the two started to descend the stairs once more. As they were reaching the lower floors, they could hear a lot of screaming and footsteps as everyone was trying to get to safety. Once Y/N stood beside the two, they watched as every one ran like it was the end of the world. The noise was almost loud enough to drown out Y/N's phone ringing. "Get to the edge of the city, head towards Fort Peterson."
"The military base?" They questioned as Y/N nodded.
"They will be taking in evacuees. Just get there." They told them.
"What about you?" The old man questioned as they looked at their phone.
"I need to do my job and help." They told them before heading in the opposite direction as they answered the phone.
"Please tell me you're on your way out of the city?" Wanda questioned as Y/N sighed.
"You know I can't do that Wanda." They told her. "You know that isn't in me."
"But I need you Y/N." Wanda pleaded with them.
"Everyone needs me right now Wanda." They told her. "Are you safe?" They asked her.
"Yeah, we're headed to Fort Peterson now." She informed them. "They want the extra medical staff to help with any injured that come through here."
"Well, you do your job there and I'll do mine here." They told her softly. All Wanda could do was sigh in defeat. "We'll make it through this Wanda. We've made it through worse."
"I'll hold you to that soldier." She told them. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." They soon hung up as they listened out for anyone who would need their assistance.
As the hours went by and plenty of people came in, most with just superficial wounds that need cleaning and covering until the stronger tremors had started to happen. Soon the base were sending out choppers with medics to help others who really needed it. Wanda continuously watched the entrance for Y/N, her heart aching every time someone new walked in and it wasn't them.
"They will be fine Wanda." Nat tried to reassure her. "They're the strongest person I know."
"You're right." Wanda whispered as she moved onto the next patient. Working for what felt like eternity as she soon was nudged by Nat. It had been almost 36 hours since Y/N and Wanda had last seen each other, so the moment Wanda caught their eyes, she never wasted anytime in rushing over to them. Cupping their face as she checked them over.
"I'm here." They told her as she smiled slightly before bringing their lips together. "I told you I would be here." They whispered as they held her, kissing her head as she cried softly into their shoulder.
"I thought I lost you." She whispered as Y/N cupped her face with their bloodied hands.
"You will never lose me Wanda, not yet." They told her. "Besides, we have a family to start."
"Well, it's cooking now." She confessed as they lifted her up before groaning with the pain shooting through their ribs.
"I love you so damn much." They told her before holding her close. Revelling in the closeness and the possibilities in the future.
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Eddie x Ballerina!Reader? Eddie goes to one of her recitals with his uncle because he knows that her parents don't go to those type of things so she's usually by herself, he also buys her some cute flowers♡
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Aw this is such a sweet idea! Hope you like it lovely <3
Eddie Munson x ballerina!reader ♡ 761 words
You don't have a lot of feelings about your recitals. They're an opportunity to dance—you love that part—but they don't really feel any different for you from your practices or when you dance around your apartment.
You watch the other dancers get jittery and excited, peering through the curtains to spot their friends and family, come to watch them do the thing they love most. For you, it's just a Saturday. Your parents stopped coming to these things when you were about ten, and once you could drive yourself they stopped even pretending they cared when your recitals were. You don't blame them, really—they're always on Saturday nights, when you know your exhausted parents would much rather be relaxing at home than watching an art form they don't really understand—but their absence stops you from inviting any friends, too. It's just too noticable, with all your peers rushing to meet their families after the show ends, greeted by boquets and praise. You're a bit embarrased, really, that your family won't do that for you, so best just to not invite anyone. For years, your recitals have passed unnoticed, and you're well used to it.
The crowd doesn't make you nervous, with no one in it to care if you mess up, so you hold you head high, neck long, as you walk out onto the stage, taking your place. When the lights turn on, shining almost directly into your eyes, it's easy to forget the crowd is there at all, and you launch into motion as the music begins. You let your muscles remember the steps for you, masking the precision of your movements through the fluidity of your limbs, every inch of your body becoming an extension of the strings, the woodwinds, the barely perceptible timpani.
You lose yourself so completely you hardly realize you're panting as you hold your final pose, the lights going down for you and the other dancers to make your exit. Applause fills the auditorium, along with loud whooping from someone who clearly doesn't know the etiquitte of ballet performances. You smile slightly at the sound; they probably just want to show support for someone they love, and you hope they're not being told off for it.
You go backstage to change costumes for your next dance, and repeat the process a few more times. You're surprised when after each performance, the same boisterous cheering comes from what you estimate to be the front row of the audience. By the time you finish your final dance of the night, they've begun whistling too, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it when everyone else is clapping politely. One of the dancers in your group must have someone who's really devoted to their support. As you leave the stage, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you find yourself scanning the first row in the darkness. Two pairs of eyes catch yours, and Eddie waves enthusiastically from beside his uncle Wayne. You almost stumble, managing to find your footing at the last second and avoid an embarrassing spill.
You've never changed clothes so quickly in your life. As soon as the doors to the auditorium open, you're rushing out to the first row, where Eddie's beaming at you like you've just won the Prix de Lausanne.
"Baby, that was amazing!" he gushes, and it looks like he means it, all dimples and giant, earnest eyes. Your heart swells, and you go to hug him, but stop when you see the flowers in his hand. Eddie follows your gaze. "Oh sorry," he says, like he's forgotten them. "These are for you."
"They're gorgeous. Thank you, Eds." You take them gingerly, hoping your face is conveying all the adoration you can't put into words. It sticks in your throat and builds pressure behind your eyes. You look past him, to Wayne. "Thank you both for coming, it's so sweet of you."
"Thanks for inviting us, kid. You were really something up there." Wayne smiles at you, and he has so much of Eddie's warmth you worry you're going to cry. You force yourself to smile back instead, wobbly as it is.
Eddie wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, and you know he can tell the way this is affecting you. You love him all the more for it. "My girl," he murmurs, "a ballerina. Think you could teach me some of those moves sometime? Might add something to my performance."
You laugh. "Anytime you want."
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Swimming In Stars
Captain Rex x Jedi!reader
Warnings: none
Summary: while on shore leave the reader decides to go off on an adventure of her own, stumbling across a certain clone captain in the process.
It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to be sneaking out of the temple the night before shore leave ended, seeing as there were still reports to file and mission plans to go over. . . But then again you weren’t exactly known for making smart decisions.
The temple guards were easy enough to slip past, especially after years of you and Anakin memorizing the shift changes. You could probably do it blindfolded if you were being honest. . . And backwards.
The sun had long since set when you departed, a deep navy cloak wrapped around your form,the hood pulled sharply over your head as you dove through one of the open temple windows and onto the ground below. The cloak had been a gift from a woman on Pantora that you had helped rescued from enemy fire. You had tried to decline but she insisted, practically wrapping you in it as she did.
You didn’t wear it often though, only using it for special occasions. . . Such as sneaking out of the temple in the dead of night. Normal things like that.
Having resided on Corucant for most of your life, you knew the streets well and you navigated them with ease, blending in well as you did. Without your Jedi robes you were as common as the rest of the species who perused the streets.
Though you had a particular mission in mind unlike most of them: 79’S.
Normally you held little interest in the clone bar, despite it being a common discussion topic amongst the clones. . . But when you overheard Jesse and Fives talking about going the night before shore leave ended you couldn’t help but find your interest peaked.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t done stuff like this before- force when you and Anakin were younger it was a weekly occurrence to sneak out and wander the clubs and cantinas dressed in civvie clothes.
But it had been so long.
And if you were being honest you could do with a night out.
79’S wasn’t hard to miss, not with its giant neon sign and clusters of clones moving in and out of the doors. No one paid you a passing glance as you moved between the throngs of white armor. And if anyone did, they didn’t care.
Slowing to a stop in the middle of the raging bare you cast your eyes around you, thankful that over the years so many clones had picked up signature markings. But then again with the amount of time you were around certain members of the 501st it was easy to recognize their force signatures.
Your eyes moved across the room to one of the lit up circular booths in the corner. Fives was the first one you recognized, and the Jesse followed along with Hardcase, Kix, and Echo.
A sly smirk pulled on the corners of your lips as you ducked under a clones elbow, twisting between moving bodies as you navigated your way through the crowds.
Keeping your features hidden to the best of your ability you moved towards the table, none of them paying attention to you as they listened to some dramatic storytelling from Fives, the ARC trooper waving his hands wildly in the air as he did.
You didn’t allow him the satisfactory of finishing the story though, because instead you sharply slapped a palm down on the table earning all five sets of deep brown eyes to look up at you.
“Ma’am can we help you?”
Letting your fingers dance across the surface of the table you picked up one of the untouched shots littered about the table. “Getting drunk the night before mission? Mmm I thought you boys knew better.” You hummed, keeping your head low as you allowed your words to simmer.
“Uhhh-“
When you had finally had enough of your antics your amused smirk widened and you suddenly slid into the booth besides Fives, tooling back the shot as you did before turning to peak out at the ARC trooper next to you.
“I’m just kidding, I don’t care what you guys do.”
Fives eyes widened besides you and as you slowly looked around the rest of the table the others did the same.
“General!?”
Slapping a hand over the ARCs mouth you gave him a warning look. “Hey, keep it down!”
Fives nodded beneath your palm and as you slowly lowered your hand you let out a breath. Across the table Jesse leaned forward, keeping his voice as low as he could in the noisy bar. “General, with all do respect what are you doing here?”
“It’s shore leave isn’t it?”
Next to Jesse Hardcase leaned back in his seat, arms sprawled out against the back of the booth. “I didn’t know Jedi knew how to party. I ain’t complaining though.”
“Trust me when I say it isn’t exactly smiled upon, but c’mon- when have any of you known me to stick by the rule book?”
A chorus of rarelys and nevers went up around the table, making you grin.
“But I swear-“ you leaned forward, bracing your elbows on the table as you pointed a finger at all of them. “If you guys say anything I’m freezing you all in carbonite and using you as well decorations.” You paused, “now who wants to go get us a round of shots?”
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You could feel the buzz the alcohol was giving you but you were nowhere near drunk. Maybe tipsy but knowing your midichlorian levels that was as probably as good as it was gonna get. Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase on the other hand? They were twice as chaotic as they usually were, leaving you, Kix, and Echo to watch on in amusement.
“How many drinks does it normally take to get him on his ass?” You whispered, having somehow found your way in between Fives and Echo.
“You don’t wanna know.” Echo spoke over the rim of his cup, the two of you eyeing his brother.
“Got it.” Leaning forward slightly in your seat, you look across Echo at Kix. “Five credits he tries to challenge one of us to darts.”
“I’ll take that bet.” The clone medic reaching over to give you a solid hand shake.
But it would seem the rambunctious ARC trooper had other plans. “Uh guys- guys!” Eyes elsewhere, Fives slapping you in the shoulders.
“Kriff, Fives no need to hit so hard-“
“Code Red, code red!”
All sets of eyes apart from yours followed Fives line of sight, a chorus of curses going up as they did. The whole bunch practically sliding deeper down into their seats as if trying to lay low.
That’s when you found what they were looking at. . . Or rather who.
A certain blonde clone captain accompanied by another familiar clone clad in white and yellow.
“I’m getting the vibe that it isn’t common seeing them here.” You spoke softly, head titling slightly as you observed Rex and Cody walk up to the bar.
“Are you kidding me? I mean we constantly ask Captain if he wasn’t to join us but it’s always “I have reports to fill and so on and so forth-“ Fives mimicked, reaching for his drink that you casually slid out of reach from him, your eyes still on the blonde clone.
You considered Rex one of your closest friends, since the beginning of the war you had helped Anakin co- command the 501st, and with it you had become close with the clones under your command.
They were your friends, but none of them held quite a place in your heart such as Rex. He was everything a person should be. Understanding, kind, outrageously smart.
Being in his presence was like standing in a beam of warm afternoon sunlight.
You trusted him with your life.
“Twenty credits says if he spots us the General gives him a heart attack.” Jesse spoke, taking a sip from his drink as the six of you watched them from across the bar.
You blamed the buzz from the several shots for what you did next. “I’ll give you something even more entertaining.” With eerie ease you slid over Fives lap and out of the booth, once more adjusting the hood that was over your head.
“Should we be trying to stop her or-“
“Nah I wanna see how this plays out- plus she’s one of our superiors, I don’t think we can do anything to stop her now.”
As the night had worn on the crowds had somewhat thinned, making it easier to make your way to the bar. With both their backs turned to you a playful grin returned to your features.
You were going to milk this for all it was worth.
With an immense calmness you threw your arms over the shoulders of both the men, sticking your head in between the two of them. “Funny running into you two here. Come here here often?” You mused, eyes bouncing between the shocked looks on both their faces. . . Though Cody’s was also laced ever so slightly with amusement.
“General!” Taking notice of how loud the word came out of his mouth, Rexs eyes darted around before returning to you. “General, what are you doing here?”
“Avoiding my responsibilities.” You spoke casually, glancing over at Cody with an amused smile. “Commander I just know Obi-wan is gonna have a laugh when I tell him your out drinking before we all return from shore-leave.”
The amused look on Cody’s face fell slightly. “Kriff, please don’t tell him.”
“I’m just kidding, I won’t.”
Your turned back to Rex, leaving Cody to order his drink as you did. Y/e/c eyes met deep brown ones that you knew all too well. “I’m surprised to see you here general.”
“I’m honestly slightly surprised to be here. I’ll admit this wasn’t my plan when I woke up this morning.” You smiled, leaning slightly on the bar as you turned your body to face him. “And I definitely wasn’t prepared for a drunk Fives.”
From underneath his breath Rex let out a soft string of curses, before following the way you were nodding your head. You watched in amusement as your group of troopers sent their captain an awkward set of waves, Rex wincing in embarrassment at the state of the men under his command.
“Please tell me you didn’t get them drunk. . . “
“No, of course not!” You paused. “They already had drink when I got here. . . Though I will admit the three rounds of shots were on me—“
“Y/N!”
The use of your first name caught you somewhat off gaurd as Rex slightly scolded you, though the hints of a laugh could be heard behind it.
He had never called you by your first name before. It had always been General or General Y/L/N. For some reason it made you melt.
“What! I haven’t had fun like this in ages, give me a break!” You laughed, watching as Rexs face turned ever so slightly pink.
“If my men are hungover tomorrow I’m blaming you.” Rex shook his head, his own smile creeping across his lips.
“Deal. If they are I’ll bring you Caf for the next week.” You paused. “The good stuff Obi-wan has.”
Rex raised an eyebrow. “I’ll shake to that.” His gloved hand coming up to meet yours in a solid handshake, your nerve endings feeling as if that had just caught fire from his touch alone.
“Also you’re playing darts with us, c’mon-“ without giving him a second to speak you were yanking him out of his bar stool, unaware of the deepening shade of red on the captains face.
“General, I-“
“No buts. Plus Cody can watch your seat.” You mused, looking back over your shoulder at the commander of the 212th, the clone sending you an amused look as he brought his drinks to his lips.
“Don’t let him have too much fun General!”
“I would never!”
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It took longer than expected for you to get Rex out of his normal shell and loosen up. You managed to get two shots into him with the aid of several cheering clones and now he was demolishing Fives and Jesse on their fourth game of holo-darts, all the while a soft smirk had laid itself across his features.
You were slowly seeing a side to Rex you had never seen before.
“You got him wrapped around your finger you know.”
You hummed a response, lifting your glass to your lips as you watched Rex throw yet another dart at the board, earning a groan from Fives.
“Y/N-“
The use of your name pulled your attention finally, turning your head to look at Echo was was leaned against the wall next to you. “Sorry what did you say?”
Echo merely grinned, “I can bet you without a doubt that if you weren’t here Rex would not have agreed to play darts with us.”
“That’s because none of you were going to ask him.”
A pause.
“Alright fair point, but if we had he wouldn’t have.”
Playing with the tiny straw in your drink you let out a sigh. “Echo what are you trying to say?”
The only answer was a light laugh and a pat on the back before the ARC trooper moved forward to take his turn at the board.
Glancing around the bar you could tell it had gotten much later. Only a few little groups of clones still mingled, talking casually to one another while one or two sat passed at the bar. Cody had departed awhile ago, only stopping by to say farewell before heading back to the base.
The neon clock on the far wall told you that you should probably be heading out as well. You had to get up early tomorrow to re-walk the Resolute and make sure everything was in place for the upcoming missions.
Grabbing your cloak from where you had discarded it earlier when you had realized the crowds were thinning, you snapped it back into place.
“Alright boys, I’m calling it quits for the night.”
A series of protests went up, and though you prided yourself on how observant you were constantly you didn’t notice how the captain turned his attention towards you as you passed, an echo of his smile from playing darts still on his face.
“So early General?”
With a raised eyebrow you looked over your shoulder. This really was a new Rex. “Captain it’s past midnight. We all have to be up in a couple hours to catch the shuttles back up to the Resolute.”
It was clear Rex had lost track of time, his face falling as he looked past you at the clock on the far wall, it’s neon numbers blinking lazily. He let out a curse under his breath, shoving his remaining dart into the outreached palm of Jesse.
“I told General Skywalker I would have those reports finished by morning.”
“Ooh Captains in trouble.”
“Shut it Fives.”
Shaking your head in amusement you turned to depart, only getting as far as the main entrance before a figure was rushing after you. “General! Allow me to escort you back?”
As you looked over to your left you smiled at the blonde clone settling into a steady pace besides you, the two of you stepping out onto the slowly quieting Corucant street.
“I thought you had things to do captain?”
“I do, but the temple and the clone facility are in the same general direction. Plus it wouldn’t be right to have my general walking alone.”
There he was. Your sweet and polite Rex you had grown so very fond of. You were perfectly capable of defending yourself but you would also never turn down an evening stroll with your favorite captain. “Very well.”
As if you had done it a million times before you absentmindedly looped your arm through Rexs, pulling him slightly down the street, all the while being blissfully unaware of the startled look on the captains face and the red creeping across his cheeks.
In truth Rex had always looked at you like you were the most brilliant thing he had ever seen in the galaxy. The first time he saw you he didn’t think you were real. You were laughing at something General Skywalker had said, your head tilted back towards the sun, eyes squeezed shut tightly in joy.
He stumbled on half his words when he was finally introduced.
And now here he was, your arm looped through his as you led him down some neon lit street in the belly of Corucant.
“How was your shore-leave? I know it was only a week but-“
“It was fine, thank you General. Got caught up on a lot of cadet forms that had been piling up while we’ve been away.”
Laying your free hand atop Rexs arm you gave him a soft smile. “You can call me Y/N, at least for right now. No one else is around, plus I like when you call me by my name. Makes me feel more like an actual person and not a tool for the Republic.”
Rex was silent for a moment, any words that had been on his tongue a moment before had all fizzled out. Kriff, you were going to be the death of him.
“Y/N.” He said it slowly, almost as if laced with caution.
You beamed up at him, giving his forearm a pat. “Rex.”
He fell silent yet again. . . And then coughed awkwardly, turning his eyes ahead. “Uh, how was your shore-leave?”
“Boring. In the temple there’s a lot of time designated for self reflection. It gets boring and much to quiet if I’m being honest. I would rather be stuck in the barracks with the 501st-“
At that Rex let out an amused chuckle. “All due respect I don’t think you’d last a night in there. You haven’t had to go to sleep with the odor of Fives feet in the air. “
“Mm maybe not but when we were padawans there was a couple weeks where I had to share a bunk with Anakin, and let me tell you— half the time he smelled like a wet womp rat.” You paused, “but then again Hardcase sometimes smells that way too-“
You were surprised that your words got a full laugh out of Rex, his head tilting backwards as he laughed. The sight was enough to make your smile widen.
Kriff, you were in so much trouble.
“What?”
“What?”
“You just said you were in so much trouble.” Rexs previous joyful expression had fallen, now laced with concern as he looked at you.
Oops. . . Apparently those words had not just been in your head.
The two of you paused at a crossroads. . . Literally. Though neither of you paid attention to the hundreds of ships and cruisers that buzzed by several yards above you.
“It’s nothing.” Shaking your head, you pulled yourself away from Rex, continuing forward.
“General- sorry- Y/N. Are you alright?” Folding his arms behind his back, Rex moved forward to sink into your pace.
“I—“ you paused, a tiny war raging inside your head as you weighed wether or not you should give him some explanation. “I am not a good Jedi.”
“What do you mean? I may not know much about Jedi but I know that for as long as I’ve known you you’ve done an excellent job.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, but I’m really not. I’ve made a really big mistake that no jedi is supposed to.”
Rex paused in his steps, watching you with a slight tilt to his head. “Which is?”
Your own steps faltered when you realized he had stopped, the action making you look back over your shoulder at him. “Jedi arnt allowed to form attachments. It’s considered a selfish act. . . And yet I’ve done it.”
A pause. “Forgive me but I don’t understand you jedi and your rules.”
“Heh, neither do I Rex. Neither do I.” Turning fully, you gave him a soft smile and for a moment you just watched him, waiting to see if he caught on.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You really don’t get it do you?”
Another pause. “Get what?”
Your feet was moving before your mind was but when it did catch up you made no move to stop it. You only halted when your toes of your boots were bumping against Rex’s, the captain looking down at you with a wide eyed and curious stare.
“The attachment I have is you, Rex.”
He said nothing, though you felt a shift in the air as his eyes widened and his cheeks turned rosy. “Me?”
“Yeah, I think it was set into place the moment I met you. With your awkward smiles and salutes and your unwavering kindness and understanding.” You looked down, slowly reaching out to grab Rex’s gloved hands.
“General-“
His voice brought your gaze upwards and with it Rex sucked in a gulp of air. “It’s Y/N.”
It was only when you slowly rose to the balls of your feet did Rex shift awkwardly, heat creeping down his neck as he realized what you were doing. “I’ve never kissed anyone before-“
“Neither have I.”
You both knew the risk you were taking and though neither of you spoke it, there was a silent promise that neither of you would say a word of it to anyone.
And with that you pressed your lips firmly to Rexs, and for the first time in a long time. . . The force around you felt right.
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Courted by the Dragon
Chapter 9 - Favour
Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.
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Warning - This chapter contains canon typical violence.
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The summer tourney brings competitors from as far north as Deepwood Motte, to as far south as Sunspear, but none have set more tongues wagging than Aemond Targaryen.
According to Maris, he never usually partakes in any tourneys, yet he was partaking in this one, and there was hardly a lady at court who did not dream he would ask for her favour.
But not you. You were only glad you’d not had to endure his company since Helaena’s name day. Though Maris could not say the same.
It had been three days, and if she did not spend more time with Aemond, then he could never fall in love with her, and that just wouldn’t do.
So, with the royal summer quickly drawing to a close, she had begun to beg your father to extend your stay for another two weeks. Enough time, in her opinion, to secure a prince.
But Borros Baratheon was not borne for the life of a courtier and, from what he’d seen in the Red Keep, his daughters would all find far better matches with his banner men instead of the ‘pompous arses at court’.
Still, despite his feelings on the Red Keep, he was pleased enough when a scroll arrived just before the joust was about to begin, inviting your family to sit in the royal box at the behest of the queen.
Ordinarily you would dread such an invitation, but knowing Aemond would be preparing for the tourney elsewhere, meant you could be quite comfortable with his family instead of crammed into the stands with everyone else.
Though if you were completely honest, you weren’t exactly looking forward to a spectacle of blood and violence, and the idea of men charging at each other with giant sticks was a little absurd.
But you could enjoy the ceremony of it all. With the horses dressed in house colours, countless banners flying proudly in a blue sky, and all that well polished armour.
Some of it was like a work of art, so distinct and detailed. The only place you ever saw armour like that was at a tourney, where it was designed for intrigue instead of practicality. Though you think practicality should really be the main thought behind such things.
Still, you’re excited to see it and you’ve wondered, more times than you'd care to admit, just what Aemond’s armour will look like. Practical or beautiful.
When you enter the royal box, excited to see the crowd which has been making so much noise, Queen Alicent stands and, though you’re expecting her to greet your father, she bypasses him in favour of you .
“Lady Baratheon,” she says warmly, taking your arm in hers as though you’re old friends, before she leads you to sit in the chair beside her.
You can only imagine what your family must think of this, yet its only Maris who’s desperately trying to catch your eye, her gaze so forlorn.
“Why have you abandoned our Cyvasse games? I’ve missed them terribly,” Alicent says, and you’re taken aback. You’d never really thought your games were anything more than a distraction until court resumed.
“Forgive me, your grace,” you bow your head, “I thought perhaps you were in no need of my company when the hunt returned.”
She laughs kindly, “so you will leave me to play all my games with Aemond, when you have seen what a devil he is? I am quite in need of your help if we are to conquer him.”
You meet her eye and laugh, but your laughter is uneasy compared to hers. “I believe it will take more than a few days to conquer his grace.”
She looks thoughtful, “will your father not extend your families stay?”
“We are all eager to return home,” you say, though it is only you and your father who wish to return to Storms End.
Alicent does not hide her disappointment, and you’re not sure why you feel so guilty except you do. As though you’re letting her down in some way, yet you haven’t made any promises at all.
“I’ve never visited the Stormlands, but we have a palace there. Summerhall, you have seen it?”
“I have not, your grace.”
She seems surprised. “Aemond stayed there in the spring. I thought perhaps that was where he had met you.”
Your face feels hot, flustered. “Met me?”
“Yes, you knew him before you came to court, did you not?”
You lick your lips, your throat suddenly feeling far too dry for words, “no, your grace.”
She seems surprised again. “When my son returned from Summerhall and suggested we invite your family to court, I thought perhaps he had made a dear new friend .”
You try not to react, but you are reacting, your mind reeling, your cheeks burning even hotter than before.
“Perhaps he met my father?” you say, feeling pleased to have thought of some reasonable explanation when she is looking at you with the shrewd expression she usually reserves for her son.
“Perhaps,” she leans even closer, so there are no prying ears in your conversation, “but he does not look at your father, or indeed any of your sisters, the way he looks at you .”
If a dragon could swoop from the sky and eat you alive, you would thank it for the pleasure, but you’re not that lucky.
Of course Aemond looks at you differently , you think nervously. You’re the only one in your family who was stupid enough to be naked on a beach!
But you can’t say that to the queen. In fact, you cannot even bring yourself to say anything at all and, perhaps, in saying nothing, you tell her everything she needs to know.
Then the games begin. The fanfare sounding, two men riding into the forum, but you can hardly concentrate. Your heart is pounding so hard you feel it might burst from your chest.
“You may sit with your sisters,” Alicent says, her voice making you startle, and you stand, knowing it will be rude for you to leave without at least looking at her.
But when you turn to her, the knowing smile on her face makes you nervous all over again.
“You should be at the front in case someone asks for your favour,” she adds as though she hasn’t said quite enough.
You curtsy politely and cannot return to your sisters quick enough.
Someone . You know she means Aemond, but the idea of him asking for your favour seems absurd. It’s too bold and far too romantic.
Aemond might be insanely arrogant in most regards, but he was also painfully reserved. He didn’t dance, hardly smiled and, if that wasn’t enough, the only time he was mildly tolerable was when you were alone.
In public, he was so unreasonably rude and certainly not the type to ask for anyone’s favour, least of all yours.
He might have suggested your family come to court, but you were certain that was only to allow him the pleasure of tormenting you face to face. Except , the stack of books in your chamber had no bearing on torment but you could not think of that now.
“What did the queen say to you?” Maris demands before you’ve even taken your seat.
“We spoke of Cyvasse and... Summerhall , she said Prince Aemond likes to stay there sometimes.”
“He does?” Her face lights up, excited by this new information, and you can see the very moment fresh schemes begin to cloud her mind instead of more questions.
Cassandra says nothing. Yet the way she looks at you makes you feel uneasy, as though she's on the verge of asking something far more probing than Maris had.
So, you do your best to ignore her, glad when the crowd grows far too lively for easy conversation, leaving nothing to do but watch with sickening fascination at the whole spectacle.
Aemond’s match is last, and his competitor is a man named Lord Glover who you have never seen before, though he is very hard to miss.
“He is a beast,” Maris exclaims, and she’s right. He’s so tall and broad shouldered, you almost think he should be carrying his horse and not the other way around.
As he approaches the royal box, he removes his helmet to reveal soft brown curls and a friendly, open smile.
He bows his head to the Queen, then her children, before his attention turns to you and your sisters.
“I would have come South far sooner if I had known of all the beautiful ladies they hide at court,” he says, forcing his horse to a stop and, even from where you’re sitting, you can see the pretty colour of his eyes, like moss in the rain.
“You hail from the north, Lord Glover?” you ask, intrigued by all the stories which had always described it as some dangerous and mythical place.
“Almost as far North as you can go before the wall, but do not hold that against me.”
“My sister likes windswept places,” Maris interjects with a playful laugh, and you find yourself blushing at the way his smile burns brighter.
“Well, in that case, may I have the honour of your favour and your name, my Lady?”
Without thinking, you catch Alicent’s eye, and her stare is quite fixed as you rise from your chair, holding your handkerchief.
You’d almost forgotten to bring it and take care to ensure the wonky cornflower is hidden from view as you tell him your name and begin to tie it around his lance.
But before you have finished, the noise from the crowd grows more excited, and you glance over Lord Glover’s shoulder to where Aemond has rode into the forum.
Wearing all black with a horse as dark as his armour, his helmet tucked under his arm. A sensible choice, you think. No garish pieces and made for battle instead of pageantry, though he seems to enjoy the spectator's cheers well enough, slowly lapping the ground before his eye finds you.
You glance back down, finishing the knot on your favour, trying only to feel the softness of Lord Glover’s mossy gaze, instead of the ice which burns from Aemond’s.
Then he takes your hand, “may I have your first dance this evening, my lady?”
You can’t help but return his easy smile, excited by the prospect of a man who has not been corrupted by Aemond. “You may, Lord Glover, and good luck.”
Seeming pleased with your answer, he presses his lips to the back of your hand, and your heart does a little leap when his finger grazes across your wrist.
“I shall look forward to it,” he says, with one last smile, before kicking his horse into a trot just as Aemond approaches the box.
“Your little sister seems to have hedged all her bets on the loser,” he declares boldly, looking at Maris.
“You have fought Lord Glover before?” you interrupt, annoyed by his arrogance.
“No,” he twists his head towards you, “but I do not play to lose.”
You think of your Cyvasse game and feel even more annoyed, “nobody plays to lose, your grace. I’m sure Lord Glover is anticipating his victory with as much enthusiasm as yourself.”
Aemond’s jaw tightens, his lance sliding up to slam on the rail beside you, but you don’t startle. You hold firm and perhaps, if you were thinking more clearly, you’d be thinking this entire exchange is another one which is far too familiar.
But somehow, it's like everyone else doesn’t exist, just you, the prince and yet another disagreement.
“His victory?” He says and you can hear the distain in his voice as plainly as you can see it on his face, yet you prod him.
Looking towards Lord Glover with a smile, “I can certainly see no reason why not.”
“Your favour, Lady Baratheon,” Aemond commands and your eyes snap back to his, but his attention has turned to Maris.
She hops up from her chair, her cheeks flushed and her handkerchief waving in the air with all those delicate little stitches.
This is everything she’s wanted for weeks, yet you cannot bring yourself to smile for her as you sit back down. Your chest feels too tight, your shoulders rigid.
You were so certain he wouldn’t ask anyone .
Yet he was asking her, and perhaps if he was being sweeter, you might have been more concerned about the acute pang of jealousy which struck the moment she jumped up from the chair.
But Aemond is being Aemond. There’s no romance, no kiss of the hand. His mouth is a hard line, his attention elsewhere.
He doesn’t even see the way Maris is smiling or how her fingers are trembling with excitement as she knots her handkerchief into a bow.
It's all so perfunctory to him, and you forget about your own feelings, whatever they are, because you cannot stand the way he’s ignoring her.
Why did he even ask?
Can he not see how much she adores him?
If you were Maris, you would scrunch the handkerchief into a tight ball and throw it at his stupid head.
Yet Maris is still smiling and it's you who reclaims his attention, his eye dark and dangerous as he pulls the helmet over his head.
Fear seizes control of your veins and you’re not sure if it's for Aemond or Lord Glover. But the size comparison really is alarming when they’re at either end of the arena.
Glover is well over 6 feet tall, his arms like sturdy branches of a tree. It's difficult to imagine a scenario where he could lose. Yet you cannot underestimate Aemond, nor can you bring yourself to watch.
Your eyes squeeze shut the very moment the horses begin to pound the earth, and it's only a few seconds, before the sound of splintered wood cracks through the air like a clap of thunder.
There’s a thud, the high whinny of a horse, followed by the sharp metal draw of a sword.
You force your eyes to peel open, one at a time, to find both men dismounted and circling each other with their weapons in hand.
Glover charges, his sword clashing heavily with Aemond’s shield, and only then are you certain it was the dragon who’d been unseated.
Aemond seems to favour his left leg, holding his arm tightly into his ribs before his sword raises to meet with Glover’s next attack.
With every clash, you shift closer and closer to the edge of your seat, time seeming to move more slowly than it had in the previous fights.
More than ever, you’re wondering why in the world anyone would ever do this?
Aemond leaps forward then back, tricking Glover into thinking he’s going to attack. So, when Glover swings his sword, Aemond isn’t there. Instead, he strikes the giant knight in the side, toppling him over like the felling of a great tree.
“Finish him!” the crowd shouts but Glover is surprisingly agile, rolling beneath the jousting fence to give himself space to manoeuvre back onto his feet.
If Aemond wasn’t injured, you’re certain he would have followed him, but he uses the time to regain his own strength before they clashed again. Shield against shield, thrashing until Aemond’s crumples in his hands and he throws it aside.
Glover uses the opportunity to thrust his sword towards Aemond’s chest, forcing the dragon to duck and weave, a thing that cannot be easy given his injury. Yet he does it so flawlessly, as though the pain is nothing to him.
Glover’s next strike is even harder and, though Aemond brings his sword up to meet it, he cannot repel the attack. Instead, Glover presses his weight into the sword, forcing Aemond to his knee.
By now you’re leaning onto the railing in front of you with both hands and the crowds are calling, “finish him,” yet again. Though you’re uncertain if the words are meant for the Prince or Lord Glover. Yet the distraction proves in Aemond’s favour.
Glover is too busy enjoying the taste of victory before it has really touched his lips and, as he revels in the cheers with the dragon at his feet, Aemond springs free, slicing his sword up and under the giant Lords Helmet.
The move is so quick, your brain barely has time to register it, and, for a moment, they both just stand there, leaving you to wonder if the sword had hit him at all.
Then Lord Glover folds in on himself, a thick stream of blood hitting the dirt just before he does.
You gasp, the sound completely swallowed by the deafening ovation of a bloodthirsty crowd, as Aemond removes his helmet and throws it to the dirt.
His lip is busted open, his hand clasped against his ribs, but that does not stop the smile on his face as he turns to the royal box and finds your horrified expression.
You shrink back into the chair and Maris leans in with a smug grin, “and he won with my favour.”
You don’t answer, your gasp has seemed to drain all speech from your throat, and it doesn’t return until some hours later.
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cw: a little goofy. reader graduated from jujutsu tech years ago. gojo has an unnamed partner who also taught at jujutsu tech.
“Sensei.”
The silence between you for the past minute is unnatural but not uncomfortable, just that you and your former second year instructor are chatterboxes by nature and any moment with your lips pursed together or lost in thought at the same time is suspicious. She doesn’t hear you at first, far too preoccupied with the hem of her skirt - she looks almost too good, and you’re slightly envious of the older woman’s elegance. You’d decided on your own outfit in a hurry, a comfortable pair of jeans, dressy sandals - a summery look, cute but slightly more casual than your mentor turned friend.
“Mm?” she finally responds, looking up at you, legs crossed, hands posed over her knees. You’re standing, your own arms crossed over your chest, slightly anxious as you look around at the other passersby at the busy subway station.
“What do you think they’re up to?” you ask. It’s more than a simple coincidence that both of you ended up at the station at the same time on this random Thursday morning, no cursed spirits to exorcize and suspiciously coinciding with the fact that you let Yuuji know you had a couple days off of your part-time job this week.
“Something ridiculous probably,” she says with a smile. She waves you to sit down beside her but you twist your mouth to the side slightly anxious.
It’s one thing to have Yuuji make surprise plans for you, but Satoru’s implied involvement makes you nervous. Satoru is like the opposite of what your sensei is for you - while she evens you out, the former only exacerbates your boyfriend’s more unruly but well-intended actions.
You sigh and let yourself sit next to her.
“It’s White Day,” she finally says. Her eyebrows seem to perk up with this realization as if it’s just come to her now, and as you come to the realization yourself, you grimace.
“Oh no…”
As if on cue, your phone starts to ring in your lap. Her phone doesn’t ring, but she receives a barrage of text messages all at once, the personalized cat meow ringtone she’s been begging Satoru to stop replacing her phone with - including the last time you had dinner on her house - repeatedly going off in her lap.
“Itadori.”
“Hi, baby~~~”
His voice is coy on the phone and it makes you scrunch your eyebrows together, just imagining how easily Satoru rubs off of him at times. Next to you, your friend types rapidly, then stands up just as fast.
“Dios.” She herself sounds exhausted.
“What’s going on Yuuji, where are you?” you ask, a tinge of panic raising the pitch of your voice.
“Right in front of you!” he replies, cheerily. You look up, and yes, you should have expected the worst.
“Oh no,” your mouth goes agape.
Yuuji and Gojo are wearing literal animal suits in the middle of a crowded station at 9am, just an hour after the morning rush. Off-brand giant versions of Pochacco and Cinnamoroll are now skipping in your direction, their faces clearly visible because they didn’t even have the sense to hide them, and holding hands as they skip, a bouquet of flowers for both of you in their free hands.
“Absolutely not.”
Your sensei stands planted in genuine shock, while you gather your things to leave; unfortunately, the moment you turn your back on him, Yuuji pulls away to move just a bit faster, scooping you up rapidly in his arms and spinning you around.
“Happy White Day!” he responds to your sharp yelp. As you spin, you can see your sensei subjected to a similar fate.
Unlike you, she’s head over heels enough to be embarrassed but not fight as Cinnamoroll!Gojo engulfs her, peppering her in kisses in its gaping, Satoru filled mouth.
“This is the worst thing you have ever-”
“I love you!”
His face is so endearing, you can’t help but melt immediately, like the chocolates he’ll eventually present to you before you head off to the amusement park for a day, stashed in a small backpack inside the ridiculous suit.
You suck in a deep lungful of air, but by the time you exhale, your cheeks are warm.
“I… love you too.”
Bonus:
By midday, the four of you are enjoying ice cream and funnel cake, your two former senseis with shoulders pressed together and as disgustingly cute as a couple can possibly be. The suits (thankfully) have been long ditched (although you’re not exactly sure where), and Yuuji is stealing bites off your paper plate as the chatter flows freely. The amusement park is busy but not hopelessly crowded, and you’ve been able to get on as many rides as possible, even though they are themed for love and popular for that simple reason.
“Wait, how come you guys didn’t rope Megumi into this?” The idea of Megumi in a mascot suit is driving you practically insane just thinking about it, and as you take another bite of ice cream, you practically snort it through your nose in a delayed reaction, which has Yuuji thump your back sympathetically.
“He thinks he’s too good for us,” Yuuji grumbles.
“He is,” you and Gojo’s wife say in unison, then you both catch each other’s looks and burst into laughter with the men you love, and who love you just as hard.
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Here's an idea I originally planned to write as another Bowuigi scenario post, but I decided to turn it into a ficlet because it would be too short. Now it's about 2000 words, lol.
It had been clear from the beginning that something as simple as a "Science Expo" wouldn't be simple at all in the Mushroom Kingdom. Luigi had been braced for disaster from the moment he heard about it, and Bowser's attack almost came as a relief.
No, his mistake had been un-bracing after Bowser was captured and locked in a cage one of the scientists had invented.
Sure, it looked sturdy. Sure, the scientist assured Princess Peach that the cage was completely indestructible. Sure, the only key had been moved from the display table to a security toad's neck after Bowser gave up on trying to bend the bars and started sneakily (as sneaky as anybody his size could be) reaching for it instead.
None of that was the problem. The problem turned out to be another experiment all the way on the other side of the hall that collapsed and caught on fire. That toad scientist said he wasn't even sure how it caught on fire - there weren't any flammable components! About half a second before the blaze spread to the next table, which happened to be full of chemicals, and turned into a giant green fireball.
"Okay, everybody out!" Peach exclaimed, calmly but firmly. "Evacuate the building. Walk, don't run!"
People tended to listen when the princess talked - Luigi supposed that was a skill you had to pick up when you ruled a country. But the fire was pretty eye-catching, and panic set in before he and Mario could start working on crowd control. There was screaming, running (what did Peach just say?), scientists attempting to pack up their exhibits, and for some reason several people tried to head for the same exits that the fire was creeping toward.
"Doesn't this place have sprinklers?" he heard Mario ask.
"I thought so," Peach said. "I don't know why they're not-"
An alarm started to blare, and then they all felt the sudden downpour of the sprinkler system. There was a mass exhale, relief settling in, calming the crowd.
And then something new exploded into flames.
"My elemental sodium!" a toad exclaimed.
Memories of 8th grade chemistry flashing through his mind, Luigi clenched his teeth and got back to guiding the evacuation. There was nothing he wanted more than to head for the exits himself right now, especially with the added discomfort of water dripping off his hat onto his nose, but a hero had responsibilities - and besides, he was the second tallest person in the room.
It only took a few minutes, nobody exactly wanted to stay, and then Luigi was safely outside and wringing water out of his hat. A disaster, but one in which no one got hurt. About the best he could have asked for.
The security toads were doing their jobs now, keeping the crowd away from the merrily burning building. The one with the key around his neck was explaining to a very distraught toad that if the fire didn’t ruin his cardboard model of a bathysphere, the water would. Which was probably ironic in some way.
Wait a minute.
Luigi lunged forward and grabbed the toad’s arm, startling both of them with how fast he’d moved. “Did you let Bowser out?” he asked.
The toad took a second to register what he’d said, glancing down at the giant key as long as his chest. “Oh! Uh, no. I didn’t think-”
“Give that to me.”
The toad obliged, struggling to get the chan over his head until he managed to pop the clasp in the back. Key in hand, Luigi took a step toward the building… and stopped. He looked back over the milling crowd, at Peach’s head of blonde hair. She was the only one tall enough to see, but Mario was rarely far from her. He could find him, ask him to…
No, there was no time. Gritting his teeth, Luigi ran back toward the expo hall to the sounds of several panicked shouts.
The heat was like walking into a wall. Since the fire started on the opposite end from Bowser’s cage, Luigi didn’t have to worry about actually dodging flames, but he could feel the heat and the smoke getting into his lungs. Pulling his shirt up over his nose and trying not to cough, Luigi made his way to the corner he’d been trying to avoid before.
Bowser was still sitting there, arms folded, scowling. He was looking at the floor when Luigi ran up, and Luigi tried to focus on getting the key into the lock with wet gloves on as an excuse to not meet his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Bowser asked.
“Getting you out of here,” Luigi said. Luckily the lock opened smoothly, and Luigi threw the door open so hard it clanged against the bars. "Come on."
The cage was too small for him, Bowser had to duck to get out the door, and as he straightened up to his full height for a second it felt like he was blocking out the sun. Luigi was very, very aware of the difference in their sizes.
He swallowed, forced himself to say, "This way," and tried to ignore the way it came out as a squeak.
"You're an idiot," Bowser said.
Luigi hadn't exactly been expecting to be thanked, but the insult didn't seem necessary. Just because they almost forgot him didn't mean they did.
But arguing would waste time, and the fire was still creeping along the walls where the sprinklers didn't reach. He adjusted his shirt again and turned toward the door he'd come in through, still open and still safe.
He hadn't taken two steps before a wooden beam crashed down in front of him. Luigi yelped and jumped backwards, hiding behind the first large object he saw - which turned out to be Bowser.
"Uh… sorry."
Bowser just shook his head.
There was more crashing, and the crackle of flames was a lot closer than Luigi liked. Had it spread to the ceiling already? If the walls weren't safe and the open spaces weren't safe, what were they going to do?
If anybody had remembered to let Bowser out in the first place they wouldn't be in this mess. Unfortunately, Luigi counted as "anybody," meaning this was as much his fault as anyone else.
"I'm sorry," Luigi said again. "Let's just make a run for it."
Bowser reached behind him and grabbed the back of his overalls, hoisting him into the air like a toy in a claw machine. Luigi heard himself squeak, then he was thrown back into the cage Bowser just left.
The door clanged shut, and Luigi’s heart sunk into his shoes. He was locked up. Just like Bowser had been, behind bars in a burning building, soon to be abandoned. Okay, they’d forgotten him, but did it really deserve this? Did Luigi really deserve to die over it?
He saw Bowser bend over next to the cage, grip the bars with one hand, and then he picked the whole thing up off the platform. Luigi toppled over onto the side, then back again as Bowser balanced the cage on his shoulder. What was he doing?
They turned back and forth. Luigi could see the fire creeping toward all the doors now. If they ran, and rolled as soon as they got outside - but the ceiling was still falling in too.
Bowser turned completely around, facing the back wall now. There was a small door near the middle, but the rest of it was nothing but windows. There was no safe path unless…
“No,” Luigi said, softly.
Bowser chuckled, and charged straight ahead.
For a few horrible seconds Luigi was aware of nothing but the smoke-filled air rushing past him as the wall got closer and closer. Glass shattered around them as Bowser kicked out a window and leapt through the frame, cage and all.
Bumping, rolling, and finally stillness. Luigi took a deep breath of still-smoky but much cooler air. He was tempted to scream. It wouldn’t accomplish much at this point, but it would make him feel better.
He yelped, at least, as the cage was picked up again. The door popped open and the box turned, and Luigi was shaken out onto the ground like the last penny in a piggy bank.
“Ow,” Luigi said.
“Wimp,” Bowser said. But his tone was light, and when Luigi looked up he saw him smiling.
He chucked the cage back over his shoulder, where it landed on the ground with a heavy thud and a gouge driven into the dirt. After a moment’s consideration Bowser threw the key in the same general direction, then turned back toward the expo hall, folding his arms and watching it slowly burn.
“This science expo thing’s more fun than I thought,” he said. “Maybe I’ll have one.”
Abruptly, he leaned over Luigi, really blocking out the sun this time. They were all alone out here, Luigi realized. Everyone else had evacuated out the other side of the building. If Bowser wanted to do anything to him, there was nobody to stop it.
But… he wasn't. And he hadn't. Right now he was just staring at Luigi with something like confusion on his face.
"You break anything?" Bowser said.
"No…" Luigi said. He'd been thrown around a lot, but he was used to that now. He probably wouldn't even bruise.
Carefully, Luigi climbed to his feet and brushed off any bits of broken glass or charred wood that had stuck to his clothes. Bowser quickly scrubbed a hand through his hair to do the same.
"Grazie- I mean, thank you for getting us both out," Luigi said.
Bowser rolled his eyes. "Don't do that. It's gross."
"What, thank you?"
"Ugh," Bowser said, so that must have been it.
Was that not what he'd been waiting for, then? Why did he keep looking at Luigi like that?
"Did you have to throw me in the cage, though?" Luigi asked.
Bowser shrugged. "That Poindexter said it was indestructible. You're not fireproof or roofproof, so I figured it'd help. Or whatever." He frowned, slightly. "Roof-proof. Roof, proof. That's a hard one."
While Bowser seemed interested in the pronunciation of the word he'd just invented, the specifics of what he'd said were sinking in for Luigi.
"You… are fireproof," Luigi said slowly.
"Ye-up," Bowser said.
"And roofproof?"
"Dunno about that one, but I've survived bigger buildings than this falling on me."
"And the cage is indestructible."
"Yyyyup."
Luigi buried his face in his hands. "I didn't need to go back for you at all, did I?"
"Nope," Bowser said, almost cheerfully.
"I'm an idiot."
"I told you you were."
Luigi groaned.
He ignored the guffaw of laughter next to him, and the massive hand that slapped his back. It was only when Bowser muttered something that Luigi forced himself to look up again.
It had sounded like, "Not like I don't appreciate it."
"What?" Luigi said.
"Nothing, shut up."
"I didn't-"
"Shut up," Bowser repeated firmly, and turned away from him to watch the burning building once again. One of the windows collapsed inward, and Bowser pumped his fist and gave an only slightly forced cheer. "Whoo! Good one."
For a while they both stood there, Luigi regaining his breath, Bowser apparently entertained by destruction. Bowser had said not to thank him, had told him to shut up, but Luigi had this feeling like… he was more bark than bite right now.
“Welp, I’m out of here,” Bowser said after a moment. “Much as I’d like to stay and watch the fire work, I’m not letting anybody lock me up again.” He gave a low growl. “Had enough of that for a lifetime.”
“Ah… take care getting home.”
Bowser gave him another odd look. “I don’t get you.”
“Don’t you?”
“I didn’t need saving. I don’t need your niceties.”
“It’s not for you,” Luigi said, “it’s for me. I’m doing - and saying - these things because I’d feel wrong if I didn’t.”
Bowser shook his head. “Like I said, I don’t get you.” He took a step in the direction his airship had gone when the crew abandoned him. “But uh… grazie, or whatever.”
Luigi blinked. “Prego,” he said, automatically, but Bowser had already started moving.
He stood there, alone, watching Bowser leave with nothing but the crackling of the fire to accompany the thoughts swirling in his head. Did Bowser know he’d just thanked him? He must, right? Luigi had said it right afterward.
Come to think of it, he’d have expected Bowser to be offended that Luigi thought he needed rescuing. But he wasn’t. He returned the favor, thanked Luigi, and walked away without causing any more trouble.
Was Luigi losing his mind? Was this smoke inhalation?
“Luigi!” he heard his brother cry out, and turned around to see Mario running at full-tilt across the grass. He braced himself just in time for Mario to grab him in a bone-crushing hug.
He knew he’d done the right thing, and he knew Mario would agree once he heard the story, but he still felt a little silly that he’d rushed into danger for the sake of someone who was danger-proof.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” Luigi said. He glanced back over his shoulder, even though he knew Bowser was long gone.
Maybe that was it. Maybe so many people knew Bowser didn’t need rescuing that no one ever did it.
Maybe… Bowser had liked having a hero, for once.
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First Con
Sequel to Birthday Boy
Written for @deansgirl79
Jensen Ackles x reader
Summary: Six months have come and gone for Jensen and y/n. While keeping it casual due to living in different places, they have managed to keep in touch and see one another often. Dallas Con is here and y/n has a couple surprises up her sleeve for Jensen.
Warning: Fluff, Unprotected sex, P in V, Anal play, Oral (m receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Edging
Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.
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Jensen's sitting in the green room at Dallas Con. It's been 6 months of having y/n in his life and it's been great. He's feeling as if he's a teenage boy again, his cellphone always attached to him these days. Jared and Misha never miss an opportunity to tease him about it either.
He's in a room with all his friends, but to Jesen his sitting on y/n couch, cuddling and talking for hours. It never seems to matter, they always have something to talking about.
Rob walks in with the band, "hey Jay, you guys ready? Kim and Brianna are wrapping up."
Jared comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulder, "I am, I just dont know if this old guy can pull his head out of his phone long enough." I glare up at the giant with the best bitch face I can muster.
"Shut the fuck up."
Rob and Jared leave me as they laugh at my 'lover boy' ways, as Misha calls me.
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Conventions in my home town are always the best. My parents are here laughing in the front row. Jared's parents beside them. I love watch them hanging out and enjoying themselves. We are about half way through our panel, the fans have been on point with their questions.
I'm not paying attention to Jared talking as he welcomes the next fan. My mind a million miles away. Which means I don't notice his shit eating gracing his face.
An angels voice pulls me out of my wandering thoughts. I whip my head around finding my beautiful y/n standing at the microphone with a knowing smile curving her kissable lips.
Damn I want, no need, those lips on me.
My cheeks heat as my jeans tighten at my wayward thoughts.
"Hi, I'm y/n."
"Hi, I'm Jared. This is Jensen." Jared points his thumb at me. "Sorry, Jensen is slightly distracted today."
"Oh, I can only imagine. " a sexy wink gets set my way from the y/h/c bombshell rendering me completely speechless.
Jared and y/n share a laugh at my expense. They have gotten to be good friends in these last 6 months. After they calm down from the giggles my shock and surprise envoked she asks her question.
"I was wondering if Jensen did anything interesting or fun for his birthday?" Her face glows with a mischievous sparkle and framed by her gorgeous y/h/c hair.
She's drop dead gorgeous. How the hell was I lucky enough to attract such a beautiful soul.
Heat floods my cheeks as the crowd goes wild. Smiling I look around before the crowd quieted down. My parents are beaming in the front row as they too recognize y/n's voice over the sound system.
We never talked about publicly announcing our relationship. In fact we haven't even labeled what we are to each other or where our relationship stands. There is half a chance I'm about have this either blow up in my face or it will lead to much more.
Here goes nothing.
"Well actually I had one of the most amazing birthdays this year, thanks for asking y/n"
In unison Jared and the fans scream, "what happened!?!"
Nervous laughter bubbles out of my throat as I discreetly glance to see what y/n is doing. To my shock she's waiting for my answer along with everyone else.
"You see what you did woman?" She doubles over in laughter. "Get that cute butt up here, they know now."
She makes her way on stage and into my waiting arms. Nestled between my legs I announce to thousands of people what this beauty has become to me.
"I met this wonderful woman out of pure luck on my birthday. For six months she has been showing me juat how incredible a relationship can be." She's staring at me with the most loving look I've ever witnessed. When out of nowhere she speaks into her microphone.
"Trust me ya'll, loving this man is the easiest thing I've done."
Love. She just said she loved me. Adoration makes a home through my body as I stare down at y/n. Love. She loves me.
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Having sex with someone you love is by far a thousand times better than just normal sex. I can never go back now. Emotions are stronger. The passion is indescribable. And the orgasms. Or the fucking orgasms... the are earth shattering.
The moment our autographs were complete I made a bee line for the elevator. My woman was waiting for me. Ever since her declaration of love on stage this afternoon I haven't been able to focus on anything but what she will feel like withering beneath me.
I was not disappointed. I showed up to find her laying in the middle of our bed, cherry red lace bra, panties, and matching garter belt. I approached her as a predator would his prey, she's mine and I was about to show her just how mine she truly was.
Two hours later and I've had her cumming all over my tongue, fingers, and coating my thighs. My cock is angry I'm making him wait to feel her velvet walls. The throbbing is almost unbearable at this point but I can't help it, I love making her cum.
"Jensen, baby I need you." Hearing her beg is music to my ears.
Lazily playing with her sweet, swollen center. Every once in a while dipping lower to play with her tight channel, "do you want me to stretch these soft walls darling?"
"God, yes."
"Need to feel me warm your insides with my thobbing member." She squirts a small amount on my fingers again, "want me to take away your pain and make you feel good?"
She doesn't answer, too fucked out to answer and I haven't even started to fuck her yet. I slid in-between her wet thighs. She's so wet I slip in her with ease.
And God she feels amazing. Soft, warm, and wet... so fucking wet.
Fast and hard. I snap my hips straight into her g spot. Teasing her also teased me. I'm so worked up it's not going to take me long to get us over the edge together.
One, two, three more thrusts and she's clamping down like a vice. Milking me for everything I have to give. I swell inside her before my hot release coats her inner walls.
I collapse on top of her sweat covered body. Breath labored. Head dizzy with lust. Heart full of love, I ease myself out of her well used pussy.
Coming down from my orgams high I can't stop thinking about y/n and the fact that she loves me. I went from giving up on the love scene, and was okay with the fact maybe no one out there was for me, to swimming I moments I never knew I need.
Whether it was a good morning text in the morning, random photos of her day, or a sexy dirty text mid day to tease me. I love them all. All it took was six months and this beautiful, incredible woman has became my best friend.
I love my best friend.
I stare at the sex drunk angel in my arms, proud it's me who can put that look on her face. That I'm the one who pulls all the moans and whimpers from her body.
Whimpering in her hair, "I love you too sweetheart. " I think she's sleeping before I begin to think out loud, "god, I'm going to marry you one day."
She stirs, eyes closed but her face is angled towards mine, she slowly flutters her lashes before saying, "good, but I think maybe we should move in together first." Her voice is barely above a whisper, "it's why I came. To annouce to the world how you make me feel. To tell you I'm all in. No more casual bullshit. Jensen Ross Ackles, you're all fucking mine."
With the statement hanging heavy between us, she makes her way down my body a kiss and nibble at a time. When she reaches my semi hard dick, without hesitation my angel turns into a sex demon and swallows me whole. My hips jerk, I'm a moaning mess at the feelings her lips and tongue are making my sensitive cock feel.
She's not wrong. I'm all fucking hers. And there's no where else I'd rather be.
#dean girl#dean winchester#jensen ackles#soldier boy#beau arlen#big sky#spn fanfic#supernatural#the boys tv#jensen ackles smut#jensen x you#jensen ackles x y/n#jensen ackles x reader
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Hi, could you do a jealous Ron Weasley who'd literally do anything to get your attention? I love your writings btw:D
Ron Weasley/Male!Reader
Thank you for this request!!!!
Ig it can be seen as Hermione/Reader too. I didn't really mean for it to happen it just kinda ended up that way
Bold is yelling btw
I hope I did this justice because just like all my requests I love it sm
Summary: See the request above my notes!!!!!!!
You walked down the hallway slowly, trying to take your time before getting to class. As much as you liked Miss McGonagall, you hated transfiguration with a passion.
The rapid footsteps behind you seemed to get closer and louder until they stopped beside you.
"Y/N!" They greeted.
You turned to look up from the floor, and you saw it was Hermione. Her face was red, and the purple jacket she was wearing was ruffled. You hummed on greeting.
"Are you alright?" You ask, referring to her disturbed appearance that was usually so orderly.
She giggled. "Yes, I'm alright. I've been researching for one of my classes."
Hermione tucks a piece of hair behind her ears and looks ahead, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you. You hear some yelling going about the hall ahead of you.
Your head turns up from it's gaze on the classroom doors you were going past, and you come face to face with Ron and Harry starting what seems to be a giant rally.
"They told me they were doing something for you since it's near your birthday, but I didn't know it would be this big!" Hermione exclaimed.
You raised an eyebrow in question. "It's not even close to my birthday yet."
"Y/N!" A voice yelled from inside the rally.
At this point you were immensely confused. If Harry and Ron were doing this 'for your birthday' where were the decorations?
"We've made a petition from Gryffindor, Y/N!" You recognized this voice as Ron's.
Your feet were walking forward before you even had a chance to think about what stupidity this might hold. You were curious, and who could blame you? It's Harry and Ron after all.
Ron was standing in a small box behind the crowd of Gryffindors with a piece of paper dangling from his hand. You must have looked dumb with the huge smile plastered across your face.
He held the paper out to you, and it had a few lines at the top staring it's reason and then the names on the bottom. The bottom had every single name in Gryffindor.
"Go on and read it." Ron coaxed, hopping down from his pedestal.
You started to read aloud. "All in favor for Y/N to spend his time with me instead of in a stupid classroom." It said.
You looked up at him with an unimpressed expression. "You really couldn't have asked instead of getting a badly written petition?"
"Well, it's not that easy!" He whined.
"Ron, I would have spent time with you if you had told me you felt left out."
He looked around the hall at the silent crowd awaiting his answer. Ron grinned and grabbed your wrist eagerly.
"Then let's go somewhere shall we?" He said.
And that's how you ended up cloud gazing by black lake instead of going to transfiguration.
#harry potter#ron weasley#ron weasley x reader#ron weasley x you#ron weasley x y/n#ron weasley x male reader#hermione granger x reader#hermione granger x you#hermione granger x male reader
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after the initial anxiety, maybe they’ll get more into her element.
Here’s more propaganda for the @ultimatebabygirlsupremebattle ! Yes, I know I already posted some today, but I finished that last week, and I drew this followup today.
(generally I put the image ID in the alt, but I’m putting it here because i’m on the computer and i can’t figure out how to do it properly on here)
[Image ID: Three comic pages, depicting feather!leo’s arrival to the transfemme leo competition, read from right to left.
Page 1:
Panel 1: Mikey, with xer arm swung around Leo’s shoulders, making them stoop. He has one arm splayed out, indicating a banner above them that says ‘ULTIMATE BABYGIRL SUPREME’ in capslock.
Leo is squinting and looks annoyed. Mikey is grinning, with his eyes closed.
Mikey has a speech bubble that reads: “It’s the TRANSFEMME LEO COMPETITION, of course!”
Panel 2: Mikey spinning a startled Leo in a chair, with an amused expression. Xe has two dialogue bubbles. The first one reads: ‘Now!’ and the second one reads: ‘We’re gonna get you dolled up!’
Panel 3: A close up of Leo’s eye, Mikey’s hand holding her in in place. Mikey’s other hand is applying pink eyeshadow to Leo’s stripe.
Leo has a speech bubble, which reads: ‘I don’t know about this Mikey-’
Page 2:
Panel 1: Mikey is clasping a cape of the trans flag around Leo’s shoulders. He’s leaning down and grinning at an annoyed and frustrated Leo.
Mikey has three dialogue bubbles. The first reads: ‘Relax!’, the second reads: ‘You’re gonna do great,’ and the third reads ‘just remember to smile, and absolutely do NOT be yourself!’
Panel 2: Leo is now standing. He’s lifting up her cape with one arm like a cartoon vampire, and peering down at it. They have two speech bubbles.
The first speech bubble reads: ‘I don’t know, Mikey.’ and the second reads: ‘This feels weird’
Panel 3: Mikey pushing a reluctant Leo forward, smiling. Mikey has three speech bubbles, and Leo has one.
The dialogue goes as such:
Mikey: ‘You’ll be wondtiforous!’
Mikey: ‘Just drop this whole emo she-bang,’
Mikey: ‘and do what you do best!’
Leo: What I do best-?’
Panel 4: Mikey kicking Leo in the shell, sending her flying.
Mikey has one speech bubble that reads: ‘Mask insecurity with overconfidence!’
And Leo has a jagged edged responding speech bubble that reads: ‘WHAT’
Page 3:
Panel 1: Leo sitting on his hands and knees, panting. The word ‘huff’ is written around her a couple of times, and there are short lines around her to indicate shaking.
Panel 2: A giant banner that reads ‘Ultimate Babygirl Showdown’ over a crowd of nine visible participants.
On the left, newtmntfan’s Leah is talking to teenagemutanttransgenderturtles’ Aoi. Behind them, bugbrainboy’s Leo is talking to chaoswithcausation’s Leo.
On the right, dykeraphael’s Leona is talking to graphitehybrid’s Leo. Behind them, boy-icky’s Leo is talking to yumeyumeappleo’s Leo.
In the very back, less-depresso-more-espresso’s egg is screaming ‘WTF’
Closest to the camera, we can see a sweatdrop forming on the back of feather!leo’s head. There’s dialogue beside her, reading: ‘I’m going to kill Mikey.’
The word kill is underlined twice.
End Image ID]
Direct followup to this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-biting/719815731338936320/mikey-put-her-in-the-competition-without-telling?source=share
And, a taglist for all the turtles that appear here!
@newtmntfan
@teenagemutanttransgenderturtles
@dykeraphael
@graphitehybrid
@chaoswithcausation
@bugbrainboy
@boy-icky
@yumeyumeappleo
@less-depresso-more-espresso
feather!leo is from the @feathers-and-petals separated AU
Leo’s pronouns: she/they/he
Mikey’s pronouns: he/him/xe/xer/xem
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From The Ashes
A Darkfallen night elf experiences Hallow's End for the first time, and witnessing the burning wickerman makes her question her place with the Forsaken.
World of Warcraft / Original Characters
Hurt/Comfort, Found Family
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It was the first proper Hallow’s End after the Desolate Council had been reformed and Lordaeron was reclaimed by its people. The Forsaken’s prime holiday marked the day when they broke free from the Scourge, celebrated with the symbolic burning of a giant wickerman.
It was built on an older human iteration, which represented change and ushered in the darkest months of the year. Shorter days and longer nights were fortunate for the undead, even more so for those who followed the Cult of Forgotten Shadows.
Zala, an undead night elf, was only introduced to the holiday when she was taken in by the Cult a few years ago. Holidays had been something she shied away from, even back on Kalimdor where she certainly wasn’t observing anything practiced by humans, nor would she have cared for its revival when the Banshee Queen ruled. To her relief, that woman’s reign was no more.
The Capital City courtyard was packed around the wickerman. This year, the Desolate Council would hold a speech to inaugurate a new era for their people. Zala was initially just interested in the trick-or-treat festivities – it was an excuse to prank people and to gorge on so much candy it made even the dead sick – but this ceremony had her curious.
During Hallow’s End, you would cast a branch into the wickerman’s flames and let it burn away the sorrows that the branch represented. You painted your face with its ashes, and in that moment, you sent a message to the world that you would not cower for anyone who called you a monster. You are not a mindless ghoul; you have free will, you embrace the Shadow, you are Forsaken.
Zala wondered how people felt about that sentiment in the modern era, considering the things she knew about the overthrown Queen who first preached those words.
Tonight, she had the opportunity to witness the reception herself.
There were many other undead elves – Darkfallen, as they were collectively called – who waited for the ceremony. Half of them were rangers patrolling up on the city walls. Zala considered watching with them, as the battlements up there were a good vantage point for watching the courtyard. But she was not enlisted with the rangers, and did not dare disturb them.
She didn’t particularly enjoy masses of strangers, and chose to stay near the Forgotten Shadow. The Cult kept to the side on a higher step, where they could clearly be spotted by those who sought the Shadow’s embrace.
Now and then, people came up for blessings, but Zala preferred that others do the preaching. She sat in the back with one of the cultists she knew best; Brother Lafayette.
“There are more Darkfallen up there,” Zala described for him and pointed at the patrolling rangers. ”Maybe six or so are Kaldorei… or were. I think I saw a few more in the crowd.”
“Oh, how good of them to join us. Do you see anyone you know?”
“No… maybe some. I’m gonna stay here though.”
Lafayette was small and frail, and had to rely on just sensing the wickerman’s warmth if the cultists in front of them didn't move. He was too meek to force his way through, but Zala didn’t mind sitting with him. He had a calming aura that she appreciated.
She was curious about other Darkfallen, having spoken to a few when she chose to join the Forsaken, but she stayed with the Cult so much that she rarely met with outsiders. Besides, she knew she was difficult company as a troublemaker to both the living and the dead, with an ingrained fear of rejection that was hard to shake. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what they thought of the meaning of this day.
She and most others like her never were mindless undead of the Scourge, and instead fell to the war machine of the very people they now stood amongst. The Forsaken of today openly rejected the person who orchestrated the worst of the war, but even if they did, Zala avoided the military who once followed the Banshee Queen. Merely the mention of the infamous name made her tense.
Other fallen night elves all had different reasons for choosing to shun Elune and join the Forsaken, and Zala had only barely overheard their stories. Her own was conveniently about fleeing a loveless life and showing spite against a deity who never answered any of her prayers. The Shadow, on the other hand, she could tap into through strength of will and without begging for attention.
The Desolate Council finally made their appearance. Zala and Lafayette listened to their grand speech about survival, about free will and family, about a future together in a world where the living outnumbered the undead. They had survived yesterday, they were still here today, and they would survive tomorrow no matter what.
As they set the wickerman ablaze, the crowd erupted in cheers.
“For Lordaeron! Power to the Forsaken!”
The cultists in front of them joined in praising when the enormous fire cast even greater shadows behind every soul around. Lafayette clapped his skeletal hands for the ceremony, preferring to make little noise when participating. Zala, however, was distracted as she watched the burning. It was a monumental sight and its warmth reached every corner of the courtyard.
Her thoughts went back to the Fourth War.
Zala never saw the world tree burn. She died by the Darkshore border before she could witness it, and awoke to a val’kyr flying above her with the corpse of Teldrassil looming behind it. After that point, she remembered only rage over the injustice of life; she lived as a lonely, burdensome Kaldorei, who enlisted with no motives other than desperation for belonging. She had no family, no friends, no one who wouldn’t become fed up with her issues. No one would miss her if she died, and when she did die, what she then became was reviled by all of Kalimdor and the goddess that loomed over its forests.
She was so resentful, and so alone. What care did she have if she was made into an abomination against life? Their prejudiced deity never favored someone as unimportant as Zala in the first place. If she was killed again, she still had nothing to lose.
Until she was found by the Cult of Forgotten Shadows.
She glanced up at the other Darkfallen. How many of them had witnessed the world tree’s fall? What were their reasons for shunning Elune? How did they feel about standing by the Forsaken and witnessing this smoldering spectacle?
Zala was frustrated with the lack of closure. Not all of them could have related to her specific circumstances, and what their faces said was too difficult for her to read at that distance, but she did see a few rangers whispering to each other. One left their post.
Many questions popped up in Zala’s head, all of them heavy, and she felt frustrated when she couldn’t pass the load on. The shouting around her made it difficult to concentrate.
Lafayette seemed to have noticed her lack of input on the ceremony, as he tapped her arm and asked her if everything was okay. She leaned down so he could hear her.
“I’m okay, but… can I leave? I feel weird.”
“I think we can get a permit to leave as we’re not doing much,” Lafayette replied, “do you want me to go with you?”
Zala nodded before she could think about it. They excused themselves, with her elbowing them through the crowd and out of the city. Only when they stopped downhill, away from the guards stationed at the gates, did she feel relief. It was strange, as she didn’t believe it was related to the burning. Why would it be? And yet…
Lafayette waited for her to start, but when she didn’t find any words, he took the initiative.
“It’s okay if you changed your mind. Crowds are often overwhelming… is that what it is?”
It was also true, but Zala shook her head.
Her unease couldn’t be because of guilt. There was nothing to feel guilty about, and Lafayette knew why it was the case for her, but she couldn’t shake the thought of the other undead night elves. They stood out here. They had their high elf cousins among the Darkfallen, but they were not the same.
“I feel out of place,” she said, “everyone is cheering about being free and united, and all of those things, but it wasn’t like that for me. We’re different from you guys.”
“You mean other night el–... Darkfallen like you?”
She nodded. Lafayette went quiet for a minute and mulled over his response, as it would probably be a delicate one. He was such a careful little dead human, slight of frame and more than a foot below her. He hid behind the black mop on his head and avoided the gaze of the scads of people who towered over him.
But when Zala came to him, he always smiled at her. Whenever she got riled up and teased people a little too far, he was someone who seldom retorted and instead tried to withdraw, and that did make her feel guilty. She didn’t enjoy wrestling with someone who wouldn’t fight back, and he was kind to her when she was upset, even when she shouted mean things at him.
Zala feared that he would eventually get fed up with her mood swings, like everyone before him.
“This is pretty new to you, isn’t it? Maybe you are feeling disconnected because it's a holiday with human origins.” Lafayette fiddled with his sleeves. “But the symbolism of Hallow’s End should apply to any Forsaken. The Darkfallen are outcasts like you, like all of us here in the grand scheme of things. None of us asked to become undead and dwell in the Shadow, but here we are, embracing it.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t killed and raised by people who are now just walking around you.”
Zala didn’t mean for it to sound harsh when that fact didn’t make her as distressed as it probably should have – the exceptions were for Banshee loyalists who might yet hide in public, as well as her fear of orcs. Being around orcs would take time to get used to, and she was glad that the Cult rarely visited Orgrimmar.
Zala couldn’t claim to see eye to eye with those who might recall Teldrassil at the sight of the wickerman, who might bemoan their undeath, when her own life had ironically become better after she died. She knew she was an outlier, and this was a bigger deal for others who lived as night elves.
Lafayette took more time to give her another response. He didn't seem upset, nor did he reach out to try and reassure her. This wasn’t something he could relate to, and she believed that he respected their differences. Or he was anxious, which was just as likely.
“You’re right,” he said, “how does it make you feel? What are you thinking of?”
Urged to keep on digging, Zala groaned at what she had to do. She was never good at identifying her feelings, instead suppressing them under anger until it swamped her and she broke down. Their mentor taught them to face and utilize their emotions, but Zala often struggled and backed out before she might start screaming. It was dangerous for someone who embraced the Shadow to lose control, as they risked falling into the Void below it.
She sat down with her back thumping against a sign post behind her, and Lafayette knelt down nearby.
“I’m not like most of you guys–... like other Forsaken, or other Darkfallen. I don't know if they miss Kalimdor, or what they feel about Elune.” She frowned at her own conclusion. “That pain I already felt ages ago. I should relate to them if they feel it now, right?”
“Yes, that sounds reasonable. Have you asked them how they feel?” Lafayette’s tone was as compassionate as ever. “There must be reasons why they’re with us, and why they chose to attend the ceremony tonight. You didn’t stay with the rangers for very long, so you wouldn't know if you don't talk to them, right?”
Zala felt a knot in her dead stomach, and it wasn’t from eating candy.
Shunned, criticized, belittled. Discarded for being nothing but a burden, a pest, a mistake. It always ended that way, so she hid from confrontations before it happened. She hid from most of the Forsaken, from the Darkfallen, from the rest of the Horde. She hid from the Alliance, from the Kaldorei, from the goddess who never heard her pleading.
The Cult would reach that point with her some day, like everyone else did, and she would be alone again.
“I’m afraid of rejection.”
“I don’t reject you.” Lafayette reached out, but didn’t touch her yet. “You don’t mean to disrespect if you approach with good intentions to connect… and you can always apologize if it doesn’t go as planned. Me and our other Siblings in the Shadow, we’re here to fall back to.”
“They always reject me! They’re going to think I’m annoying and loud, and… I’m making all of this about myself when it was supposed to be a celebration for everyone!” The knot in her stomach grew and she bent up her knees.
“You won’t know if you don’t try, right?”
“Stop asking me all these stupid questions!”
Lafayette flinched when she snapped at him, and Zala froze.
She did it again. He’s going to pull away and leave her out here until she’s become exhausted from wailing, and comes back home with her tail between her legs. How many chances did she have before she was cast out from yet another home?
“I’m sorry,” Lafayette said, “I want to help you, but I can only do so much when this is unique to you as an elf. If it’s frightening to approach the rangers, I can go with you if you want. They’re not as scary as they seem, just reserved.”
Zala was still stiff as a board, her red eyes wide, long ears tilted up.
“What if they recognize me? Will they want me there after I ditched them?”
“They might ask about it. I will support whatever you want to do, and like I said, they’re reserved when they're a minority within a minority. Don’t take it personally if they seem cold.” Lafayette then gestured to himself. “Besides, I’m also curious about the ones who were night elves. Having you next to me would ease my own jitters.”
“Because we’re bigger and stronger than you?”
“Yes.”
"I can throw you over the wall if I feel like it."
"Yes, I know. Please don't do that." He cleared his throat, and finally placed his bone hand on her arm. "Zala, you know more about their circumstances than I do, and we could help each other.”
Even when she yelled at him, he was still kind to her. Zala wondered if was sincere, or if he did it out of fear; Lafayette was known to do both to de-escalate any tension he’s part of. Either way, it worked to pacify her, and she knew deep down that what she wanted was connection, which was what he offered to her.
Zala rested her arms over her knees. She looked him over; this skinny dead human, who would fall if you clapped his shoulder too hard, who spoke to her like he would take an arrow for her. He smiled, black eye sockets creasing at the sides; there were no eyeballs left in his skull, but he always saw her when she came to him.
“I just want to know why they chose to stay here,” she finally said, “if they felt forgotten by Elune, like I was my entire life.”
“If they also felt… Forsaken?”
“Yeah!” Zala grinned. “Except you are all small and slow, and don’t even have any fangs or claws to climb with.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be short for a night elf?”
She could have hissed at him if she were in a feisty mood, but Zala just cackled. It was so rare that he fired back at her teasing, and her reaction seemed to please him in turn.
The racket up in the courtyard had calmed down, but the wickerman was still burning. Zala got up and offered Lafayette a hand to spare his creaky joints the effort. They faced the hill leading up to the gates, him waiting for her to decide, and her decision was to check with him first.
“We could do the branch thing,” she said as they began walking uphill, “and burn up bad memories. Also do the ashes.”
“I would like that. They’re serving drinks after, and there are buckets of candy around if you can stomach any more.”
“As long as food is free I can always eat more!” Zala patted her stomach. “The question is if you can before I get everything.”
“Oh, no, I can't,” he laughed, “I don’t have a whole stomach left. More for you, Sister.”
#world of warcraft#undead#forsaken#darkfallen#undead night elf#character: zala#character: lafayette#hallow's end#kott writes#aka I try to make a nelf darkfallen concept that works#meanwhile the others are still ???? to both me and her#either way I love her and him they are my darlings
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Most People Say Goodbye - Part Two
Pairing: Sandor x F!Bolton!Reader
Summary: Sandor and (Y/N) have a secret relationship at kings landing which crumbles when he disappears after the battle of blackwater. Eventually though your paths cross again
TW: swearing (its the hound so you could guess lol)
Requested by Annon
Words: 1699
Part One Here
Masterlist Here
Daenerys presents brought both an uneasy feeling but a strange amount of relief. Or maybe that was the alcohol everyone was clearly drowning in. as you approached the hall you could hear the laughter, the talking, the joy. You only wished you could partake as well but you had to find Sandor.
You had barely entered the hall when Jon had called you over. Your eyes scanned for Sandor as you approached the top table, but you couldn’t see him. “Hey Jon,” you greeted him and he stood to hug you. “I’m glad you made it back in one piece.”
“All thanks to her. (Y/N) meet Daenerys,” Jon grinned.
You did the basic formalities, not really caring about a foreign queen right now but not as upset as Sansa appeared to be. You could see the annoyance seeping out of Sansa the longer you spoke to the dragon queen so finally when you saw a gap in conversation you pardoned yourself.
“Thank gods you managed to escape her,” Sansa whispered as you sat beside her.
You elbowed the girl, “Look im all down for whatever bitch fit you wanna have,” you said, “but can you tell me how much you hate the girl your brothers clearly fucking *after* you tell me where the hell Sandor is?”
“Your right im sorry,” she said giving you a sympathetic smile, “I saw him sitting with some of the wildlings. That giant guy. Not the giant giant the-“
“The guy who apparently got nursed by one? Yeah that’s Tormund,” You had become friends with many of the wildlings when they first arrived as you tended to their wounded and sick. Tormund was one of the ones you grew closest too. “Sometimes he makes me wonder if Jon is secretly gay,”
Sansa looked out into the crowd, “Yeah, I get what you mean,” you looked out to where she was staring to see the hound sitting by Tormund. Tormund was talking at Sandor will he clearly only cared about his stew and ale. “They’d be cute together. In a weird way. But enough about Jon and me and the dragon woman. You’re here for him, aren’t you?”
You sighed as you stared at him suddenly feeling as small as a bug. “Yeah,” you whispered, “I don’t think I can do it,”
“You can and you will. We have survived so much (Y/N) don’t let him break you,” Sansa took your hands, “and if he’s does anything to offend you in any way I will get the knights of the vale to take care of him,”
“Damn you’ve gotten mean,”
“Can you blame me? He hurt you (Y/N) and I never want to see you hurt again,”
“If only life was that simple,” you looked back to where Sandor sat but this time your eyes met. His mouth was agape and he looked sadder than you had ever seen. Your heart ached but you knew you had to go to him, “Its time I guess,”
“Good luck,” Sansa squeezed your hands and slowly you rose from your chair, smoothed out your dress, and walked through the tables and chairs until you stood in front of him.
“(Y/N)! Have you come to hear of our adventure?” Tormund bellowed as you approached.
You smiled at him, “Later Tormund. Can I borrow you Sandor?” he was already on his feet before you could finish your sentence. He just stood looking at you. You looked at him. “Could we talk?”
Sandor nodded and you started to walk away with him following behind you. Neither said a word. You weren’t really sure where to go not feeling comfortable with him in your room but also not wanting anyone to hear. You decided to stop as you approached the main courtyard where the Stark boys used to train. You missed watching them.
Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you let yourself have one last moment before you would have to use all your strength to keep your temper in check. You turned around and broke the silence, “So,”
“So…” the silence quickly returned, “I missed- “Sandor went to speak but you stopped him.
“Why did you leave?” it was all you really wanted to know but he had no answer, “You didn’t even say goodbye,” you tried your best not to cry but you couldn’t stop your eyes growing wetter.
“I’m sorry,”
“I need a reason,” you said as your sadness turned to anger, “I need a reason an explanation I need to know why you left me. I deserve to know,”
“I didn’t want to leave you. I didn’t mean to leave you,” Sandor tried to approach but you moved back. He stopped and sighed, “I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking. There was fire. So much fucking fire. Even the water was on fire. The men coming after me were all on fire and all I could see was that cunts face,” you knew he was talking about his brother. He didn’t even like going near the fire in your chambers when he visited, “and I froze. A fucking squire had to save me. Then all of a sudden im back behind the wall and that fucking imp tries to tell me to go back and I thought fuck it. it was all I was thinking. Fuck the lot of them. So, I left,”
“But why didn’t you take me with you? I would’ve followed you anywhere you went,” your anger was still there but your tears had returned. You couldn’t stop the growing pit in your stomach. You meant it. anywhere he went you would’ve followed until your feet bled.
“I wanted to. I did. I went to the holdfast, but I just couldn’t go in. what was I supposed to do? Burst in and grab you? Take you on the road with me where I didn’t eat for days half the time? I didn’t want to put you through that. You deserved better,”
“Better? you think being left with that cunt of a king was better!” you shouted not caring who heard, “You saw what he did when you were there did you think he’d go easier on me? Pity me? Did he fuck,”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know what I was thinking,”
“I don’t know either! You have no clue what I went through after you left. Baelish snuck me out of that castle before Joffrey could kill me only for me to land at my brother’s doorstep half-starved but that was sunshine compared to what Ramsey was like,” your voice was laced with venom and your eyes dripping tears. “And the worst part is the whole fucking time all I could think about was you,”
“All I could think about was you too,” this time Sandor caught your arms and didn’t let go, “you think I didn’t try and find you? I did. I heard you escaped and I headed north instantly. I even took that Arya girl with me because I knew what she meant to you. And trust me she’s fucking more annoying than you,” you chuckled at that. You loved her like a sister but she could be insufferable at times. Your laugh brought a slight smile to his face, “And as soon as I ran into Jon I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to go with him because he was the only chance I had of finding you again,”
“You wouldn’t have had to find me if you hadn’t have left in the first place,” you whispered.
“I know,” he whispered back, his head hanging low, “I hate myself every damn day for leaving you. I would kill any one of those bastards who hurt you then I realised im one of them. And I will never forgive myself for what I did to you,”
You could tell he was sincere. Sandor was rarely ever this emotional. Even when he told you what his brother did to him and what happened to his sister he never cried. But tears began to fall from his eyes.
You took his face in your hands and for once he didn’t flinch when you touched his scar. “I forgive you,” you said pressing your forehead against his, “but if you ever leave me again- “
“Never, never ever,” he said pulling you closer, “I will never leave your side.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise,” he replied and for the first time in years you leaned up and kissed him.
It was so soft at first you almost melted into his touch. One of his hands found your waist while the other softly held your jaw. Yours fell to his shoulders then around his neck for stability. You felt your feet lift off the ground as he straightened his back bringing his other hand back down to your waist. After a brief pause for air his lips returned to yours, this time with a deep desperation you had both been holding in for years.
Then of course someone had to come along and wolf whistle. Sandor released you from his grip however he quickly grabbed your hand. You turned to see Sansa and Jon standing by the edge of the court yard.
“Can you two not fuck in the courtyard?” Sansa said as she tried to hide her smile.
Jon’s face screwed up, “Don’t be weird Sansa she’s basically our sister,”
“Where can we fuck then?” Sandor asked and you couldn’t help but laugh at Jon’s face. Sandor grinned, “Sorry lad but you’ll have to get used to it. I’ll marry her first if you fetch me a maester though,”
Your head snapped towards him, “You’ll marry me?” you beamed.
“Of course, will marry you, you idiot. I promised I wouldn’t leave didn’t I?” you pulled him back in for another kiss much to Jon’s dismay who quickly stalked away, Sansa following behind laughing. You pulled back once Jon left, “Now where the fuck are your chambers?” he asked.
You took his hand, “Follow me,” and with that you two disappeared back to your chambers not to leave them for the next two days.
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