#amber was in her bag when she said this because i think about it all the time

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there is truly no piece of media that will ever rewire my brain the same way andi mack did when i was 13 because tell me why i still gasp every time i'm watching a show and one of the characters does a lookback

#andi mack #the lookback(tm) #amber was in her bag when she said this because i think about it all the time #tyrus #feeling delusional as i type this

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Can you do an Eddie x reader angst where reader is a cheerleader that has a MASSIVE crush on Eddie. She asked him out but because she’s a cheerleader he thinks it a joke and mocks her etc

a/n: hey sweetheartss- thank you so fkn much for all the love on my last Eddie post. This is sorta similar but a different scenario- hope you enjoy <3

warnings: kinda mean!eddie in the beginning obv, reader feeling humiliated, super mega fluffy cute ending!!!!

Nice fucking try - e. m.

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He was never at any of the games- which fair enough, why would he be?

Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment when you scanned the crowd for a specific mop of curls with no luck. You had practiced the fuck out of this routine and yet no one would probably be looking at you- they’d all look at chrissy instead.

It was like this often. You’d search for Eddie, and when you finally caught him, you’d sit and watch his sporadic movements and tales, admiring him from afar. He had sent a couple of sweet smiles your way; that was your only lifeline to him and you being a possibility. You were a cheerleader after all, and you knew how the basket team treated people like Eddie. You knew he probably thought the same of you but you were aching to prove him otherwise.

You had to do something about the way your heart was on fire for him, a bird beating itself to death in a cage, a moth around a lamppost- you couldn’t keep letting it burn until there was only ashes left.

You knew he had his usual hellfire club meeting today, and suddenly the routine you were doing was the least of your concerns- you even stepped on someone’s toes in the process but it didn’t matter. You were going for it. You were gonna give him the sweetest smile and the most sincere smile and ask Eddie Munson on a date, no matter what any of your friends thought. No matter to what depths your social status would go. You would risk it for him, you were head over heels after all.

After changing quickly while ignoring the annoyed look from your friends ‘cause of your routine slip up, you hurried to the hellfire club room.

Rocking back and forth in your converse, you leaned against a locker while fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. No sooner did the door fling open and several members left the room, mainly ignoring you or giving you a suspicious side-eye, except Mike who waved to you, since you knew Nancy. She was one of the few people who you trusted with your feelings about Eddie. When all had left, you stepped inside to see Eddie packing up from the campaign.

You didn’t say anything, heart suddenly in your throat and palms sweaty. The fabric of his white t-shirt was stretching over his back and he reached over the table, not yet noticing your presence.

“Eddie?” You asked softly, but he still jumped at your voice, a few dices clattering to the ground. The room was ominously lit, casting amber shadows over his pretty face.

“Uh, yes?” He asked slightly confused- suspicion already bleeding from his tone. He picked the dice off of the floor and continued to pack everything away while you stood.

“I uhm- well I don’t know if you know my name-“

“- y/n, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, not seeming particularly interested in what you had to say. You tried not to let it defeat the courage that had etched into your skin, dripping on your tongue.

“Was it a good… campaign?” You asked with a weary voice. You had secretly picked up a little starter guide to the dice game Eddie seemed so passionate about, to try and understand him better.

He scoffed. What kind of fucking foolery was the jocks up to now?

He didn’t even bother replying, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were here, was probably a fucking trick question already. You cheerleaders were like little heathens.

When he didn’t reply you felt your face flush in embarrassment- had you said something wrong?

“Okay well uh- I was wondering if,” you stuttered, fumbled over all your words as you kept fidgeting with your bag. The bird in the cage surely almost done for. The moth was growing tired.

“- if you’d like to do something with me sometime? Like hangout? On- on a date or something like that?” You asked. Your voice was breathy and the words came out a lot faster and unsure than you would’ve liked.

Finally he diverted his attention to you, his figure turning torturously slow, a finger raised in the air in front of him. “You’re asking me out?” He asked incredulously. He didn’t believe they would try such an old trick on him.

“Nice fucking tryyyy Princess,” he said loudly, voice dragging out the words- in case any of your friends were on the other side of the door laughing their asses off.

“What, you’d take me out to a nice dinner, laugh at my jokes and let me take you home to my scrappy little trailer? Is that what you want?” He laughed humourlessly, tongue rolling around his cheek while he stalked towards you.

“I- I mean that sounds fine to me?” You tried, voice more unsteady than ever. You couldn’t tell what was happening but the bird and the moth were lying helplessly in your heart and hot tears tickled the corners of your eyes.

“That sounds fine to you? I’m not falling for this shit, little witch. Run back to your friends, will ya?” He didn’t even spare you another glance as he finished cleaning the table and flung his leather jacket on.

You stood motionless, throat bobbing in an effort not to cry. He hadn’t just rejected you, he had completely misjudged you with no after thought- discarded you because of prejudices. You stormed out of the room with a horrible mix of rage and shame washing over you.

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“Something sick happened when all you little sheep left hellfire yesterday,” Eddie began as he placed his lunch tray drown dramatically. He glared over to the jocks table, surprised to instead find you sitting alone, sulking.

“What’s up?” Dustin asked curiously, biting into his apple.

“Little miss y/l/n tried to ask me out yesterday. Tried to humiliate me- but this mighty fucking game master didn’t fall for it,” he said almost proudly, digging into his lunch.

“Woah she asked you out? Was that why she was outside hellfire?” Mike said, voice borderline serious in a way that caught both Dustin and Eddies attention.

“Yes, so? Was expecting me to waltz right into that little trap,” he scoffed.

“Y/n asked you out? Dude she likes you! Seriously- I heard Nance and her talking about it a couple weeks ago in the car. She’s like over the moon for you, man.” Mike gestured around wildly to punctuate his words and their meaning.

Eddie stopped eating instantly, whatever was in his hand clattering to the tray as he looked over to your hunched figure again- head down, not eating, not talking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- please tell me you’re joking kid.” He tried desperately, looking between Mike and Dustin who didn’t waver at all. “Nope. No joke. Can’t stop talking about you I swear.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands.

A pretty, nice cheerleader had asked him out- had a fucking crush on him and he mocked her like that? Scared her away? The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he dragged his palms over his face and through his hair, reliving the whole experience yesterday; how nervous you had been, how you asked him about this campaign.

Before his mind could prepare him more, he jumped from his seat and ran through the cafeteria, nearly stumbling and drawing all eyes to him as usual.

You looked up, throat twisting into knots as you saw Eddie sit, literally, on his knees on the floor next to the bench where you sat in your solitude.

“Y/n-“ he said, almost out of breath. His eyes were so big and soft, so pleading and glossy, it touched your heart despite the way he broke it yesterday.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I thought you were messing with me yesterday. Thought it was some kind of joke from your friends or- I didn’t- I didn’t know you meant it but Mike-“ he breathed again, pausing. Everyone was looking at the two of you, your eyes wide at his hasty, guilty confessions.

“Hey, hey-“ you said, placing a hand on his shoulder “-lets uh- go somewhere else, hm?” You tried, standing from the bench. He swallowed loudly before looking around.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he breathed. When he looked at you then, he swore there was a gleam of something in your eyes.

It was hope.

You took his warm hand and dragged him out into the hall, ignoring the mocking from where your former friends sat. Where you used to be.

Eddie stuck his tongue out devilishly as you passed them before disappearing into the silent hall with you.

“Hi,” you said then, a soft smile splaying on your lips. It made Eddie’s insides flutter, knowing you were being genuine.

“Hey,” he replied with a huff, a broad grin adorning his features now too.

“I’m sorry-“ he began again but you cut him off quickly; his dramatic cafeteria gesture was enough of an apology to you, and you couldn’t even blame him for thinking like that with you being a part of the cheer squad.

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know I don’t seem like the type, but I promise you I- I think I really like you,” you confessed nervously, eyes darting around the tile floor “and I’m not friends with those dickheads anymore. Swear.”

The bird was beating around the cage, wilder and wilder and the moth dances excitedly around the bright burning lamppost.

“So the offers still- its still on?” He asked hopefully. You couldn’t possibly resist those puppy dog eyes he flashed you, the way his hands fidgeted with the rings adorning his slender fingers.

You nodded eagerly, not daring to believe any of this was really happening. “I’m not much for dinners, though” you added. He laughed. A warm sound you could see yourself getting very used to.

“Me neither. We’ll figure something out, hm?” He asked rhetorically, head tilting to the side to peer down at your hopeful face. Your expression made the guilt from yesterday wash away from his conscience, albeit slowly. God you were gorgeous, and he had half a mind to believe he was dreaming in this moment.

“It’s a date, then.” You stated. Before he could reply, you raised to your tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently.

A furious red blush crept up on his cheek and neck, his lips parted in surprise.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s uh- it’s a date,” he smiled, flustered as he squeezed your hand.

So damn gorgeous, he thought.

#eddie munson #Eddie munson angst #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #Joseph Quinn #joseph quinn imagines #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #Joe keery #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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AMBER FREEMAN HCS — DATING HER

Summary: What dating Amber Freeman would be like.

Pairings: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: SFW & NSFW. Implied fem reader, she/her pronouns used. MDNI.

Author's note: First smut-ish content, let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST.

SFW:

It wasn't a surprise when Amber and you started dating.

I mean, when she met you, all of her friends knew that she wouldn't stop chasing after you untill you were hers.

She doesn't really know how, but the ever since the first time you walked into that classroom, you started being the number one thought on her mind, 24/7.

If she wasn't thinking about you, she was hoping someone would say something about you so she could talk about you.

And Amber, of course, is a natural romantic.

When she wants to, of course.

She would leave little notes on your locker, signed with her name on the bottom so you would know that it was hers.

Or she would walk you to class, walk you home, give you her jacket on the cold days and hold yours in the hot ones.

She would make sure that all of the boys and girls from school knew you were together (even before you were dating), so they would never look at you in a different way.

So, when she asked you to be her girlfriend, she bought the biggest ring she could find.

I mean, it was blinding.

So, like I've said; It definitely wasn't a surprise when you guys started dating.

And let me tell you, Amber is the type of girlfriend who wants to do EVERYTHING with you.

If you needed groceries, she would drive you. She would pick up all of your bags and help you store all the food.

Or, if you wanted to go to the movies with some friends (unbeknownst to you; she never felt more jealous in her life), she would "happily" drive you.

She was sweet, caring, loving. Sometimes, too much. But you didn't mind. It was her language.

She was the type of girl who you'd happily introduce to you parents (and you did).

And Amber? You meant the world to her. You were sweet, Innocent and pure. Everything she wanted in a girl.

You would spend all of your days together, before and after school. Watching movies, obviously.

She would rant about all of the Stab movies and you were more than happy to listen.

All of her friends adored you, mainly because the way she changed when she was with you.

Rather than being sarcastic, cold and a little bit scary; when you guys were together, she suddenly got sweet and caring.

But that was something exclusive to you.

NSFW:

Naturally, she was your first.

And that was something Amber loved to brag about to herself. As a reassurance, maybe.

"She loves me enough to let me touch her."

The first times she was careful. Loving. Scared that you were to break if she did it too hard. And you loved it, of course.

But after the tenth, eleventh time, you kinda wanted... more?

You knew she was holding herself back, so one night, while you were at her house alone, you finally decided to say something that was stuck in your throat for days.

"When are you gonna start fucking me like the slut I am, baby?"

And that was pretty much it.

That night, she railed you so good you swore you felt her fingers inside you for days.

And, knowing Amber, she loved being in control like that.

Having you on all fours, crying and begging for her to fuck you was something she would definitely never forget. It was a source of pride.

You were her prize.

And we all know Amber is a dom. When she's mad, she's gonna take it out on you. When she's relaxed, she'll make you feel just as relaxed as she.

And you didn't had much experience on the matter, so you didn't mind having her control you like that.

Even when she was a bottom, she made sure to remind you that at the end of the day, she was the one who owned you.

You were 100% her pet.

If she tells you to sit on her face, you would.

If she tells you to be on your knees, you would.

And if she didn't told you if you could cum yet, you would hold it in untill she said otherwise.

But, god, sometimes it was too much.

"I can't take it anymore, baby..." You whimpered, tears streaming down your face while she was knuckles deep inside you.

"You can, baby. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Just hold it in just a little while longer, okay?" You couldn't fathom the way she was so sweet, so demanding and yet a little bit scary at the same time.

You've lost count how many times you came while crying, like the little bitch you knew you were.

And when she had a tough day, she made sure to remind you who you were and what was your place.

Especially with her strap.

Now, Amber was never much of a toy girl, to begin with.

But there was something about the way you gagged on her strap that she couldn't handle.

"Yes, baby... Take it all of me, just like that. God, you're such a filthy slut, it's probably not even your first time." She laughed, holding your hair up in a messy ponytail while you felt the tip of her cock right in the back of your throat. "I mean... You're taking my cock in like a fucking pro, baby. Do your parents know that their little girl likes having my dick shoved down her throat everyday after class?"

She would slap you. Your butt, your thigh, your face. Pull your hair and force you to look at her while she was fucking your soul out of you.

She wasn't satisfied until you came, at least, three times.

And, naturally, she was the queen of aftercare.

She would run you a nice warm bath, brush and wash your hair, lay you down with her while watching some stupid sitcom and pretending that she wasn't calling you a slut 30 minutes ago.

She would whisper sweet nothings in your ear untill you feel asleep, making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

#amber freeman smut #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman #mikey madison smut #mikey madison x reader #mikey madison #scream movies #scream #scream 2022

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Project Flowers

Gretchen Wieners x Reader

Word Count: 3k - I got very carried away with this one.

Trigger Warnings: insecurity, explicit language, tooth-rotting fluff

Request:

Hello, there! Do you write for Mean Girls? If so, I would like to request a Gretchen Wieners x reader fluff, please? Reader is new to school and has four brothers---the oldest used to date Regina. Regina and the brother, seeing Gretchen's growing crush on the reader, decides to play match-maker. One night, Regina convinces the reader to go with her to a "hang-out" where Gretchen is waiting with flowers.

Mean Girls requests are open.

"North Shore High is all about their cliques, which is why you're so lucky to have us." Lucas pulled on his varsity jacket, fixing his hair in the reflection of his car window. The action made (Y/n) roll her eyes with crossed arms as Michael slung his bag around his shoulders, nodding in agreement. As much as (Y/n) loved her brothers and begged to be able to attend public school, she was being reminded of how conceited and full of themselves her brothers truly were. It was the most amazing but unfortunate experience to have four older brothers while joining a new school where they were high on the social pyramid. "You will have to do a sport though. Maybe you'd like track?"

Daniel gently clapped his back to shut him up before gesturing towards the school. "Ready for your first day, (Y/n)? Sophomore year isn't all that bad. Plus, you're in AP English with James, so you'll at least have someone you know for a period." Daniel offered some comfort. He was the kinder of the four, Lucas being the more narcissistic of them. But she loved them all equally. "I think we all have to same lunch, too. So, hopefully, we'll see you then. Come on, guys, let's leave her be. Let's let her get some experience with normal school and get off her back." He tried to lead her brothers away.

"Don't talk to any of the horny douchebag boys here!" Called out Michael, pointing at her. Some passersby glanced her way, but she shrugged it off. She wasn't planning on talking to any boy if she could help it. If there was anything that her all-girls private school taught her, it was that girls were so much better. Still, she took heed of Michael's warning and attempted to steer clear of all of the boys who looked her over like she was a prize to be one throughout the hallway. Instead, she saw a different familiar face.

Regina George looked just as beautiful as she did when she last saw her. She had powerful red, pouty lips with eyeliner so sharp, it could cut someone. "(Y/n)," her voice cut through the hall, sounding more like a question as everyone stopped to see who she was talking to. Regina was never mean to her, and Regina's breakup with Lucas didn't end messy. Maybe that was because it was a summer fling, though. "I thought you went to North Shore All-Girls Academy?" She approached, two girls following her. One of the girls had dark brown hair with chocolate-colored eyes that had no thought behind them. The other girl, however; caused her breath to hitch in the back of her throat as she made eye contact with her. She had honey-blonde hair that fell in ringlets at the bottom of her hair, and her eyes were a soft amber.

"I wanted to come here with my brothers. It was a regretful idea saying as they want me to hang out with them during lunch." She hummed, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Regina wasn't one to hug anyone, so when she hugged (Y/n), everyone was caught off guard. (Y/n) hugged back happily as she allowed the blonde to give her a gentle squeeze pulling away. The other two girls behind Regina stared at her due to how out-of-character Regina was being. However, neither of them said nothing. "Plus, since Lucas was too dumb, I don't get to see you as much."

Regina flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder as she began leading (Y/n) and the other girls away from the ogling crowd. (Y/n) was in a state of awe at how popular Regina seemed to be. It threw her off guard in a way. "This is Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners," she introduced the two, grabbing the schedule from (Y/n)'s hand. She seemed to be showing her where to go, so (Y/n) didn't protest the snatch. "And don't worry about spending your lunch with your brothers, you can eat with us. This is your homeroom. Your next class is upstairs, turn right, third door." Regina said simply, passing the schedule back before stopping at a classroom. (Y/n) thanked her before entering the class, many other sophomores staring widely at her. She didn't understand why, still not getting the gravity that hanging out with Regina held on the student body.

Around lunchtime, (Y/n) wandered the halls, and headed towards the cafeteria. It wasn't too hard to find. There were too many signs indicating where it was. Before she could enter, Regina, Gretchen, and Karen found her first. "Hello, (Y/n)," Gretchen waved, smiling brightly. The smile caused a slight flutter in (Y/n)'s chest, heat rising to her ears as she waved back. Normally, Regina would comment on not having the first word, but she noticed how flustered both Gretchen and (Y/n) were acting with each other. So, she said nothing as they went to the lunch line. "So, the rules are, you can't wear a tank top two days in a row, you can only wear a ponytail once a week, jeans and track pants can only be worn on Fridays, and on Wednesdays we wear pink. You have to follow these rules, or you're not allowed to sit with us." Gretchen told (Y/n) as she sat beside her. (Y/n) nodded at her words, Regina still eyeing them closely.

"I got you, then. Those rules aren't too hard to follow. Maybe I can get your number so you can remind me to wear pink on Wednesday?" (Y/n) asked, causing Gretchen to clumsily pull out her phone so they could exchange numbers. Regina smirked slightly, realizing how smooth it was (Y/n). After all, she had Regina's number, she could always have asked her to remind her. She had a feeling by all of Gretchen's questions on the way to homeroom, that it was because the girl was interested in her ex's little sister. "Thanks, I'll just text you tonight to make sure I got the rules down, if you don't mind."

Gretchen shook her head kindly, hoping her hair could hide the blush forming on her cheeks. At this final display, Regina stood up, causing Karen, Gretchen, and (Y/n) to look her way. "I'm going to go get cheese fries." She excused herself before finding Lucas and pulling him into the lunch line with her. "Your sister is flirting with my friend," Regina said, causing Lucas's eyes to practically bulge out of his head as he stared at her for a long moment. "I think they'd be cute together. You're going to help me get them together by Spring Fling, at least." Regina stated, and Lucas could only nod. He knew not to defy Regina, he was smarter than that. And that is how Project Flowers commenced. It was an opportunity, that through time would help Gretchen and (Y/n) get together. Because Regina knew them both, and she knew that they were going to need help. Specifically, they needed Regina's help.

Regina allowed herself a few of weeks in order to let the two develop their relationship as friends before dropping hints to the girls that they liked each other, or she would mention different outfits she knew the other would like. "You know Gretchen, that one crop top you wore to the mall when we took Cady shopping, I overheard (Y/n) telling Karen how good you looked in it." Regina would say as she talked to Gretchen. "(Y/n), Gretchen absolutely adores your smile." She would say to (Y/n). But she was getting relentless with the responses of 'Are you sure?' Of course, she was sure. She was never wrong about anything, and she was not wrong about their feelings. Lucas also played his part, telling Gretchen little things that (Y/n) enjoyed. He would also tell (Y/n) about how he and Regina were talking about things Gretchen liked. Which always confused (Y/n) on why they brought Gretchen up, but she ignored this fact and got everything that was mentioned for Gretchen.

She was getting annoyed at all the gushing and blushing that (Y/n) and Gretchen did with each other. Their inadvertent flirting and their obliviousness killed Regina. It almost made her want to throw up in annoyance. But what was worse was the fact that they would do little things, like touch the other's hand, and then they'd pull away from each other quickly. It made Regina want to take their hands and force their fingers to intertwine together. She never thought she'd care about a relationship other then her own until she saw how disgusting in love her friends were getting for each other.

"Here's the plan, Lucas, listen up. I know you have trouble listening, so please put your listening ears on." Regina spoke to him like a child, but he didn't mind. Instead, he just listened to the blonde as he sat at a desk in the empty classroom they were in. Shane was trailing after Regina like a lost puppy but had no clue what was going on. "Tonight, I'm going to talk to Gretchen, and you need to talk to (Y/n). Then, I am going to ask her to hang out, but I am not going to be there. It's going to be Gretchen. Understood? So, somehow find out what kind of flowers she likes. For Gretchen, of course."

Lucas nodded briefly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Glancing over at Shane, he raised his brows momentarily. "Okay, sounds good." He stood up, getting ready to leave. After all, he was his siblings' ride, and they would get suspicious if he was any later to leave for the car. Still, he stopped before exiting. "Hey, Regina… You doing this for Gretchen and (Y/n)… It's nice to see you have a heart. But, also, just so you know, you deserve love, too. You and I both know Aaron and Shane are phases. Sorry, Shane." Regina narrowed her eyes at him as he smirked playfully before leaving. He knew she could kill him with that stare. However, he knew that Regina deserved love, too, and he saw the way she looked at Cady.

"Where were you?" (Y/n) questioned, still leaning on the car. Her question was directed at Lucas, but her eyes were on Gretchen talking animatedly to Karen in the distance. The ghost of a smile played on her lips and Daniel nudged her shoulder to let her know they were piling in. Since she was the shortest, she was required to sit in the middle so Lucas could see out of the back windshield. Forgetting her question, and forgetting that it never got answered, she got in. A small part of her wanted to look back at Gretchen, but she forced herself to get in and ignore that feeling of want that settled in the pit of her stomach. Especially because she knew Gretchen would never like her that way. Still, she got out her phone to send a quick text to the girl.

As they drove, Lucas looked back at (Y/n) using the mirror, who was still texting. The smile on her face let him know who she was talking to. Then, he remembered he needed to know her favorite flower. The good thing was that (Y/n) was in the social reject group of band nerds. How Regina ever let that slide was beyond Lucas. However, she had a concert that weekend and it was the perfect excuse to ask her what flowers she would like. "Hey, (Y/n), for your band concert this weekend," he got her attention, her eyes flickering up to look at him, even if his eyes were currently on the road. "What kind of flowers would you like us to bring you?" He inquired, delivering a quick glance before looking back at the road.

All of the boys, excluding Lucas, were now looking at (Y/n)- they were very supportive. Still, all of the eyes on her made her nervous. "Well, it's going to sound basic, but my favorite flowers are pink roses. So, I guess, if you all were to bring flowers, I would want those." She answered, hoping this would get their attention off of her. For one of the Plastics, she didn't like all of the attention. Not even from family. But that probably came with being the youngest girl in a family of four older brothers. There was constantly so much attention on her, that it was sometimes suffocating. With that said, when it came to Gretchen's attention, she wanted it. She wanted Gretchen to look at her. She loved it when Gretchen smiled at her. It was like she was Ken in the new Barbie movie.

A text pinged on her phone and she looked down, hoping it was from Gretchen, but instead, she saw it was from Regina. 'Hey, loser <3, meet me at the park at 7,' it read. Typing a quick confirmation, she got ready but before she could, she was stopped by Lucas who had a suspiciously caring smile on her face. She knew a big talk was coming and she dreaded getting elder brother advice from Lucas of all her older brothers.

"I just wanted to talk to you about Gretchen. I know, because I see how you look at her, and how you look at yourself, that you don't feel good enough." He said, causing surprise to grow on her face. How he knew how she was feeling was beyond her. But maybe she sold him out short. Maybe he did pay attention to more than just himself. "You are good enough for Gretchen. You are so kind and caring, (Y/n). And I can see it in Gretchen's face that she sees that in you. You need to go for it. You've got this."

A smile fell on her face as she embraced her brother. "Thank you," she whispered as he hugged back. He left her room as she changed into something more comfortable but still within Plastics standards. As she got ready for the park, she texted Gretchen and asked if she'd be at the park, too. After waiting a few moments, she tried not to pout at the lack of response before grabbing a jacket and making her way over to meet Regina. Maybe it was just a hangout with only Regina. She felt guilty all of a sudden, hoping she didn't make Gretchen feel left out. Then the overthinking came in, and she wondered if she should even go. On the other hand, Regina would be pissed if she didn't make it. Even if she was kinder to (Y/n) than most people, it didn't make her immune to Regina's quips now and again.

Making her way through the park, she was surprised to see Gretchen at the tree. Squinting slightly, (Y/n) could see that she was holding something. Looking around, she noticed that there was no sign of Regina, so she decided to make her way over. "Hey, Gretchen," she greeted, startling the honey-blonde girl. She finally noticed that in Gretchen's hands were her favorite flowers, and she was starting to realize what was going on. She was tricked into coming here to meet Gretchen by Regina and her brother. Her brother wasn't asking about the rose for the concert- though her brothers would still get her flowers. And Regina staged the hangout, and she must've convinced Gretchen to come out here.

"(Y/n), hey! I was waiting for you." Gretchen bit her lip nervously, extending the roses over to (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked before smiling slowly. Looking up at Gretchen with a wide smile, she started to see the confidence starting to circulate in her amber eyes. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something. So, Regina told me to meet you here and to tell you. So I'm going to go for it." Gretchen gave herself a moment, breathing in. (Y/n) wanted to kiss her right then and there, but she also wanted to hear what she wanted to say. "I really like you. You are so caring and kind. You're funny, smart, and creative. You mean everything to me, and I really want to go on a date with you. We could get coffee or boba together. But also, I really want to be your girlfriend."

(Y/n) gently took a step forward, and with one hand (the other was still clutching the flowers), she pulled Gretchen in. The two girls looked at each other for a moment before Gretchen nodded and (Y/n) completed the distance between them. Kissing her deeply, she felt Gretchen's hands cup the back of her neck. Everything felt complete, and (Y/n) had to stop smiling in the kiss. "I really want to be your girlfriend, too, Gretchen." (Y/n) whispered on her lips, causing Gretchen to kiss her again happily.

"About time," Regina said with her arms crossed, standing next to Lucas, who was looking away respectfully. He obviously didn't want to intrude on his little sister's first kiss. "I thought by the time you two got the balls to ask each other out, we'd be in an elderly home," Regina stated with a quick wink, the other two girls red in the face. "I hope you two have a good time at your picnic. Never say I didn't do something for you. Lucas, the basket, let's go."

The words confused the girls until they noticed Lucas holding the picnic basket in his hands, passing it to his sister. (Y/n) smiled shyly, thanking him before Regina and Lucas went their separate ways. Gretchen and (Y/n) laughed for a moment before going through the basket to find a mix of their favorite snacks. Setting up the area, the two stayed out until the night fell, creating their constellation, their hands connecting them like stars in the night sky, (Y/n) looked over at Gretchen, smiling when she turned over, too. (Y/n) noted in her mind that Gretchen was prettier than all the stars before placing a gentle kiss on Gretchen's lips, Gretchen reciprocating gently. Nothing could ever ruin this moment, (Y/n) decided as she pulled away, smiling widely at the girl. Gretchen turned her head once more and (Y/n) did, too, as they continued to stargaze.

#gretchen wieners x reader #gretchen wieners #mean girls x reader #mean girls

[queendarkwolvescolby]

Protective Revenge

Warnings: Sexual assault, Elton is hated in this, violence, a little sex.

Hope you enjoy! Request are open. This takes back when Elton and they all lived together and shit.

"Colby?" You say entering the house as he hopped up running to you. "Where have you been?! I was so worried." He said hugging you. You melt in his arms. Then quickly snap back into reality. "Sorry, Colbs" You say sadly backing out of his arms. "It's ok, just text me next time, yeah?" He says walking into the living room. You nod and follow him.

"Y/N!!" Elton yells running in to hug you. Colby rolls his eyes and looks away as Elton hugs you. You hug back then go to stop hugging him but he won't let go. You stand there but you feel his hand going down to your butt. You force your way out and grab Colby to go to Colby's room. "Be down in 5, we have a video!" Elton yells after you. "Sorry Colbs, I just had to get away from people." You say sitting on his bed. "I'm a person" he says smiling. "Yeah but you're different and I-" You stop yourself and try to save yourself. "I'm your favoriteeeee" he says coming over to you and tickling you. You laugh, "ok ok you are" You said and he stop. Y'all sat there and laughed until Elton came in angry. "Time for the video, we are going to a water park so wear a bathing suit." He said leaving and left the door open. "You wanna match swimsuits? The only swimsuit I have here is the one Elton gave me and I don't feel comfortable wearing it" You say reaching into your bag and pulling out matching boy and girl bathing suits. "Hell yeah! and yeah I think Elton likes you" He says as his smile fades. "Yeah a little too much, in my opinion." You say throwing his swimsuit at him.

After y'all get changed, you didn't want to go downstairs in just a bathing suit so you put on one of Colby's hoodies and headed downstairs to meet the others. "Colbs?" You call out. "In here" He yells from the kitchen and you head to the kitchen. "Well that's where all my hoodies are going" Colby said then taking a drink to cover up his blushing face. "Do you want it back? I didn't know if it was ok, I just didn't feel comfortable in just a swim suit. I can give it back" You start rambling. "Breathe, and no it's okay, it looks better on you anyways" He said then turning around to put his dish in the sink.

Elton walks in and starts yelling at you. "Take that off right now." Elton starts yelling. You hate yelling because of what you've gone through. Your eyes start watering. "Dude, chill the fuck out, what is your problem with her?!" Colby says as he hugs you and put your head on his chest as a shield of protection. You hug him. "Whatever, wear this instead," Elton said throwing his hoodie at you but Colby caught it and threw it away in the trash. "She'll wear what she wants." Colby said taking your hand and going into the living room with the others who just saw and heard everything.

"You look fantastic girl, specially with Colby's hoodie" Kat said lightening the mood. You smile "Thank you". Colby starts mumbling angrily "She can wear whatever she fucking wants because she'd look hot in anything especially my clothes." You smile and blush but pretend you didn't hear anything. "Colbs, thank you" You said snapping him out of the murderous thought he was having and smiled at you, "of course."

Elton came in the room, "Y/n's riding with me, Sam and Kat in another car and Colby and Amber with them." Elton said going to grab you but Colby was still holding your hand. "I think she'll ride with me and Amber will ride with you" Colby said leading you to the car Sam and Kat following. "Damn it.." Amber sighed.

In the car, Sam's driving while Kat is in the passenger, you and Colby in the back. You had fallen asleep on Colby while he talks to Sam and Kat about how he's tired of Elton's shit and stuff.

Y'all get to the water park and you stay quiet throughout the video til it hits night and y'all are staying overnight. You have a fun time laughing and only talking to Kat, Sam and of course Colby. Amber starts feeling up Colby and Colby thinks its a joke. Your face starts burning and you clutched your fist when Colby notices and told Amber to knock it off. Amber scoffs and walks away and you hide your smile but Colby sees it and smiles.

"I gotta go to the bathroom, Colbs" You say tugging on his arm. "Ok ok, let's go to the bathrooms then." He said walking over to the bathrooms with you. You go in the girls bathroom and he goes into the boys bathroom. You enter the bathroom and see Elton. "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" You yell but Elton covers your mouth. "Shh, I can't hold back anymore, baby" He says kissing your neck. You struggle to move and scream. "I know you like me, wanting to make me jealous with a depressed emo, no no no" He says as he starts to take your bathing suit off. You start crying shaking your head no. He slips his hand to your boob and playing with them.

Outside the bathroom. "She's taking way to long. Maybe I should check on her." He tells Sam, heading in the bathroom as they all follow. You are in the grasp of Elton, sobbing as he is touching you. You see Colby and he looks different, you've never seen him like this before. Kat gasps and Elton looks up. Elton lets you go. "She couldn't wait-" Colby punches him as you are holding on to him for dear life. Sam starts recording Colby beating the shit out of Elton. "C-colby.." You say just wanting to be held by him because you feel safe in his arms but Colby is to angry to think about anything else. "You are a manipulative bastard! You have been using everyone and abusing everyone! Making the love of my life uncomfortable and unsafe, and then you pull this shit! I should kill your ass!" Colby yells at Elton still beating the shit out of him. You blush and tug on Colby. He snaps out of it and looks at you. Y'all look into each others eyes and Colby's face softens a little and pulls you in close. He grabs your face and looks you in the eyes, tears in both of y'alls eyes. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again." He says wiping your face. "Then you won't hurt me right?" You say wiping his tears. "Of course not! I'd never ever hurt you." He says worried that you think he would hurt you. "Then you won't hurt my feelings" You say kissing him. He kisses back and pulls you into him.

Elton has managed to stand up and he punched Colby. Colby is on the ground and Elton starts kicking him. You try to stop it but Elton hits you "Stay out of this dumb bitch!" Elton says as he contiues kicking Colby. You get up and sucker punch Elton breaking your hand. "OH FUCKING SHIT THAT FUCKING HURT!" You yell holding your hand as Elton is knocked out on the ground. Colby stands up and he kisses your forehead. "I'ma kill him.." He mumbles. "No don't do that because then who's gonna take me out on dates?" You say still in pain. "Ok fine." Colby walks over to Elton, "Don't even fucking think about coming back home." He helps you get your clothes back on and y'all head to the hospital, y'all took all the money out of Elton's wallet, his cards and his car keys.

You fall asleep on Colby in the hospital bed and he kisses you. "He'll be back, I know it but I'll be ready and no one will touch you and live.." Colby says and smirks.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed. No hate towards Amber but all hate towards Elton because of what he did to Sam and Colby and even the others. (Just my opinion) Request are open and I can make a part two if people want it. Help me write more and Request! Have a good day or night! <3 You are loved!

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#colby brock #colby brock fluff #colby brock x reader #colby brock x you #colby x reader #colby brock x y/n #sam and colby #fanfiction #xplr #colbyxyn

[sareeen]

Soft melodies

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x fem!reader

Summary: Sometimes emotions can be so confusing, especially when it comes to the enemy.

A/N: Back after a long break. I hope you're not disappointed with this chapter and thank you to all of you who are still waiting for the chapters.

Masterlist (with all my fics and previous chapters)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake. :)

A cold wind ruffled Y/N's hair as she stepped out on the balcony. She pulled on the thin robe she had quickly put on as she got out of bed to cover her naked body. She looked back and watched Eris sprawled out on the huge bed. He was naked, the blanket had been thrown on the floor sometime during the night and now his muscular body was on full display. Y/N's eyes lazily ran over the pretty bottom and toned torso and then smiled as Eris moved. For a while he fumbled around as if looking for her, but finally settled for a small pillow, which he now held tightly against him.

Y/N turned away with a sigh and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the icy breeze and the lightly falling snow, which held meaningful memories for her.

December, seven years ago:

Y/N cut through the snow-covered streets of Velaris. A few strands of hair had slipped out from under her cap, now clinging sweatily to her neck as she dodged passers-by. She held at least four bags in each hand, and even managed to squeeze a heavy package under her right arm. But as tired and sweaty as she was, the smile could not be wiped from her face. Solstice was coming, her favourite holiday of the year. After all, who doesn't love decorating the house, snuggling under the covers to escape the cold and receiving presents?

The family home was not far away when something caught her eye in the window of a shop. Slowly, she moved closer, almost afraid to look at the object.

It was a tiny box, something that would probably have been completely unimportant to many people, but for her there was something about it that drew her to it. Beautifully crafted, gilded leaves ran along the sides, curving straight up to the top of the brown box, which had an oak tree carved into it.

Suddenly a hand grasped the piece and when Y/N looked up she found herself face to face with amber eyes.

I can't believe it, I must be hallucinating, she thought to herself.

"Do you like it?"

Although they were separated by a glass, she was still able to read Eris' lips. A smug expression was on his face and he turned the box in his hand as he watched her.

She literally burst into the shop after recovering from the shock.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned the moment she set a foot inside. "I could kill you for that!"

Eris raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" There was a mirth behind the man's meek tone. "Maybe you'll throw one of those bags at me? Choke me with your scarf? You know, I think I'd enjoy the strangling if you did it."

"Shut up and answer me!" Y/N clenched her fist in annoyance, which Eris watched with bursting happiness.

"So, should I shut up or respond? You know I can't do both at the same time" he continued.

She just crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him hostilely. It's a pose and a look she learned from her mother when she was little, because it would break any man in an instant.

Eris sighed.

"I was at your uncle's," he said and tossed the box, then before it fell to the ground he quickly reached out and caught it. His index finger brushed over and over the gold leaves, giving Y/N the impression that he might not be as calm as he pretended to be.

"What for?"

"Matters of concern to High Lords," he replied tersely, and fixed his gaze on one of the gold cages, in which a yellow bird was chirping.

"You're not a High Lord," she watched as his shoulder tensed at those words and he turned to her. The look in his eyes was almost scorching and promised such danger that Y/N unconsciously took a step back.

"Indeed, I am not," Eris replied, then turned his attention back to the little bird. Carefully he reached through the bars of the cage and to Y/N's dismay the animal let himself be petted. Eris's finger glided along the yellow wings with a gentleness that Y/N would never have expected from such a cruel, amoral person.

"Not yet" he added quietly moments later.

His face was reserved and he seemed out of reach, as if he were not just an arm's length away from Y/N, but light years away. In Y/N's soul, an overwhelming feeling arose that was all too similar to pity.

But why should she feel sorry for him? This man was sin and cruelty itself.

Yet as he stood before her, stroking the bird, she was unable to just walk away.

"And how long will you stay?" she hated that her voice had softened and sounded almost hopeful.

"Oh, I'll be home today," Eris replied, then looked at her mischievously. "Sure, if you want me to stay the night."

Y/N snorted and decided to leave him here instead.

"Dream on"

"We are in the Court of Dreams, aren't we? Where else can I dream but here?"

He followed her out into the street, where meanwhile the snow had begun to fall in large flakes. Since Eris had no cap, within moments thousands of tiny snowflakes adorned his hair, slowly melting away, leaving his locks wet.

"How do you know so much about Velaris?" Y/N asked grimly, glancing around. A few people were starting to take notice, which was no surprise to her, since he wasn't just anyone standing in front of her. However, she knew that it would not end well if this got back to her family, so she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the nearest secluded street.

"I've been alive longer than you, sweetheart," Eris leaned against the brick building behind him, but he was still much taller than her and she had to look up at him. "I've been here long before you were born, but to answer your question your uncle and I had business that forced him to share information about this town."

Too many questions swirled in Y/N's mind, but she controlled herself. This was not the time to start questioning him, so she forced herself to remain calm.

"Go home, Lord Vanserra," Y/N said, adjusting the packs in her hands, which felt more and more heavy. "You have no business in our town or our shops."

There was a momentary flash of sadness in Eris's eyes, but it disappeared so quickly that Y/N thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her.

"I'm going home" he answered without any argument, surprising Y/N. "On one condition."

"Of course" Y/N rolled her eyes. Where did she think he was going to do what she wanted?

"I'll walk you home" Eris declared, to which Y/N immediately started to protest.

"Absolutely not!"

However, the man stood adamantly in front of her and didn't move a muscle. He was like an unruly boulder that someone would try to drag out of the way, unsuccessfully.

"To the Great Mother," Y/N growled, and raised her gaze to the sky. She wanted to stomp like a little kid who's had her favourite toy taken away from her. "You are so annoying!"

"But Lady Y/N, how do you talk?" Eris' amber eyes sparkled with glee. "A lady does not refuse a gentleman's noble offer."

"You're not a gentleman" Y/N muttered, but finally sighed in resignation. "Very well"

With that, she thrust the bags into Eris's hands and raised an eyebrow.

"If you're going to walk me home, I might as well get some use out of you" she added recklessly. She just couldn't help herself, even though she knew who he was. He brought something out of her, something that made her want to poke him and watch Eris's eyes twist or sparkle. She hated him, it was true, but there was still a part of her that wanted to play this dangerous game between the two of them.

"How cruel" Eris whispered with a fierce grin.

For a moment they just looked at each other, and it made Y/N shudder. Her mind was screaming that this was all wrong and she should run away or she would just end up burning herself, but she couldn't. She had felt it the first time they had danced together, but now she was fully aware of it.

"We have to take the long way round" her voice was hoarse when she finally managed to speak. "They can't see us together."

"Of course" Eris said in agreement and gestured. "After you."

With shaking legs, she moved and heard him follow. Every nerve in her body tuned to him as he walked beside her and she exhaled the air she held in her lungs.

Everything would be all right, she reassured herself.

It was so surreal, because not long ago when she'd seen him, she'd felt like gouging his eyes out. Now she was almost happy to be walking with him home. Something was very wrong with her. It was as if her emotions were in a tailspin, one minute she was happy to be with him, the next she wanted to kill him.

That's how the whole way home went, with her brooding and him walking quietly beside her. But when they reached the door, he carefully placed the bags in her hands and looked down at her. His amber eyes gleamed like two jewels in the fairy lights, for it was well after dark by the time they reached the house. The man's gaze slid to her lips, making Y/N catch her breath.

"Well, Lady Y/N," Eris' voice was soft and kind, as if they hadn't been bickering for an hour. "It was nice to see you again."

"Are you really trying to be a gentleman?" Y/N smiled incredulously.

"You don't like it perhaps?" Eris asked back cheerfully.

"No" Y/N clutched the gifts to herself. "That's not you and it's not very exciting."

The man lowered his head and chuckled.

"Noted, Lady Y/N" he bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress his emerging smile. "I'm going to be a real asshole again."

"You finally admit you are one."

At this, he threw his head back and burst out laughing. She smiled at him, but still felt like betraying her own family. Good heavens, how would poor Aunt Mor feel if she knew that she was laughing with this man outside?

When the thought struck her, her mood vanished and she cleared her throat.

"Thank you for walking me home, but now it's time for you to go home," she told Eris.

"Of course" Eris frowned and bowed slightly to her. "Goodbye"

Y/N watched him walk away without a word and she literally fled inside the house.

Only a few days later, while wrapping presents, she saw that the man had sneaked something into one of the bags.

Carefully, she took the tiny box in her trembling hands and smoothed the gold leaves over the sides, then opened it. A low, soft melody broke the silence of the room. But what caught her attention was the folded note at the bottom of the box and the words on it.

Happy Solstice, Y/N.

I hope the music box I made brings sweet dreams for you.

E. "asshole" V.

Y/N closed her teary eyes and listened to the music, which seemed to crawl straight to the depths of her soul.

Her heart had just gotten her into the worst trouble.

#eris acotar #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #autumn court #eris x you #eris x y/n #acotar #a court of thrones and roses

[nobody-for-sure]

Language Barrier

If you didn’t pay attention to the interludes, they’re going to start tying in now. Also, if you have yet to read the story’s important notes (I don’t know why you wouldn’t have, since I’ve already asked on a previous chapter as well as the masterlist), it’s never too late to correct a mistake. It’s been semi-updated recently as well, so another quick reread/skim is never a bad idea.

Chapter 14

(~3.2k words, see chapter list here)

You didn't expect this.

Maybe you should have. But by all accounts, your life has always been... pretty average. Things happened. People came and went. You were there, but not really. Sometimes, you seemed to be an outside observer of your own life, just watching things happen with no control over them. Sometimes, nothing felt right. You were the sort of person who wouldn't mind getting isekai'd, because you didn't have a ton of attachments to your world... at least, that's what you always told yourself.

So then why are you crying?

You lift a hand to your tear-stained cheek as your companions snooze away nearby. The sky is getting lighter, but the sun has not yet broken over the horizon as you rise from your borrowed sleeping bag and take a few steps away from the camp. You take a seat on the riverbank, watching the water lap gently against the shore.

There's no 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's about it: you're homesick.

You had a dream again. Like before, you can't remember all of it, but you cling to fragments, trying to piece them together.

You were back home again... though the word 'home' feels funny on your tongue, as if it's not quite right. You remember a bunch of people: friends and loved ones of yours. You can't recall if they were gathered for a specific event or purpose, or if they were just all there by coincidence because that's how dreams work. Nor can you recollect what anyone said to you, which leaves you the most ill at ease, because you have a feeling it was something important.

Even Autumn was there. You don't know what Autumn looks like in real life, but your dream had assigned them a random figure, and you knew instinctively who they were. Who else could it be? They gave you a sad smile from across the room as the others were talking, and it haunts you. Why are you sad, my friend? Why am I?

Answers. Liyue will have answers. It has to.

Your first encounter with slimes happens around mid-morning. You haven't quite reached the Stone Gate outpost when you pass a rich vein of Cor Lapis, and out pop several small geo slimes.

They're cute, just as you expected. Not quite as cute as the official art made them out to be, but very small and squishy. Very... squeezable.

You want to hug one.

Luck must be on your side, because the slimes start bouncing directly toward you. Your companions ready their weapons, and Noelle moves to shield you. She succeeds in blocking most of them, but one of them slips past her and bumps against your leg.

"Ouch!" It wasn't a hard bump by any means, but even without the thick armor of a larger geo slime, the little rock-horns on its head are sharp enough to scrape your leg. The slime seems a little surprised as well, and nudges against your leg more gently. Aw... that's kind of sweet.

"Xaue kigxm, kxg aue egqu?!" Amber exclaims frantically.

You imagine she's concerned for your welfare, so you wave your hand dismissively. A little scratch is far from what it takes to do you in; but your companions are here to take their escort mission seriously. Fischl twirls her bow with dramatic flair and gestures to Oz. "Ujrgbfu, rxalta enz ymtoc jtg kmtarv kyknz yjtkol uzto rgtxkzk yyktqxgj!"

"Es ymtoc kxg ejgkxrg jkrxalta, toks tokragxl," he responds, swooping up next to Noelle as the outrider and the princess take aim from a short distance. Meanwhile, Bennett rushes over to you, preparing to defend you from the slime currently rubbing against you.

You wave your hands frantically at him. "Wait, no! I think they're friendly!"

He pauses, giving you a searching look. "You... ztuj ztgc us uz qigzzg?" he says, sounding unsure of himself. The others stop to glance at you as well. In response, you lean down to pet the slime. It's got a bit of a dusty texture, like a box that's been in the attic too long, but it's not wholly unpleasant. It's also really...

......really......?

For some reason, your mind feels hazy as you search for the right words. It's...?

You slump to the ground, causing shouts of alarm from your companions. Simultaneously, the slime puffs up, expanding to more than half the width of the walkway and gaining a rocky plate of armor. Amber and Fischl unleash a volley of arrows, and Oz starts firing off bolts of lightning. With a sweep of her claymore, Noelle bats what's left of the smaller slimes into the stream nearby and rushes back to you, inserting herself firmly between you and the still-growing slime. "Kygkrv kbgkr yonz uz ya, xaue kigxm!" Bennett also steps up, his eyes narrowed in fiery determination as his sword starts to glow with pyro.

You clutch your head, too dazed to stop them. What the fuck just happened?

With difficulty, you try to focus as your companions whack away at the giant slime. You're tired... no, not tired. You're weak, like all the strength has left your body. But how? And why? Are you such a weak god that you're so easily bested by a slime of all things?

Nope, you're pretty sure this is the clincher. No way are you a god. Goodbye, cruel world. I hardly knew you.

The fight is over almost as soon as it began. You don't know who deals the final blow (or shot). One second the slime is there, getting battered from all sides; the next, it's gone. You can feel the difference, though. It's like a change in the air. A sudden wave of energy washes over you, and the fog in your head clears abruptly as your strength returns to you.

You feel... fine. Better, in fact, if that's even possible. But your confusion doubles now that you can think clearly again. Did that slime absorb your energy somehow? Did you just absorb energy from a slime?? ...Come to think of it, the game had those elemental particle things... have you charged up your (nonexistent) elemental burst??? Can you-

"Xaue kigxm!" The collective voices of your companions snap you out of your thoughts. Now that the danger has passed, everyone crowds around you anxiously.

"Sorry- I'm fine, thank you... sorry," you repeat. You're not quite sure what you're apologizing for - you didn't manifest the slimes; but you seem to be to blame for making the battle of greater difficulty than necessary, so it feels like the appropriate thing to do.

Bennett translates while rapidly shaking his head, as if disagreeing. "No 'sorry'!" he says when he finishes, obviously trying to use words you'll understand. "'Thank you'... yes; no 'sorry'!" It's awkward phrasing, reminiscent of Razor, but it gets the message across. You give him a small smile.

Amber puts a comforting hand on your shoulder while Noelle kneels and starts digging around in her bag. "Yzgnz znmox, yzo zut xaue zragl, xaue kigxm! Ztuj exxuc zauhg g mtonz, krrkut rroc kbgn aue jknizgv va to ut ksoz!" the outrider says cheerfully. The maid pulls a cloth and a roll of bandages out of her pack and starts dabbing at your leg. Now that your initial shock has worn off, you realize that the slime's horns gouged you a little deeper than you originally thought. You wince as she gently fishes a pebble out of the shallow wound.

All in all, not a great start to your day... and your disappointment that you won't be gaining a slime companion is immeasurable. But as Noelle sets the cloth down and begins diligently wrapping your leg, you realize something good did come of the situation.

The cloth is stained a vibrant gold.

Your mood picks up considerably when you reach Dihua Marsh, and Wangshu Inn looms in the distance. With your destination in sight, the party is rejuvenated, and everyone picks up the pace. Truthfully, it's bigger and even more beautiful than you imagined, especially with the afternoon light hitting it just right - but that's not why you're excited, of course.

"Eh knz egc," Amber ventures as you cross the bridge, "yonz yo erhghuxv g jgh ksoz uz qyg, zah... uj etg lu aue qgkvy kykaeor? O zyap cutq tgoxksay."

"I cutq g zoh," Bennett replies proudly. "Knz yjgj kbgn tkkh mtonigkz me. You xkbkt cutq zgnc kxaue mtoum uz xkztauitk mtoxaj tg kxaztkbjg!" He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Na, zgnz jogy... uy xgl yzo erzyus ioygh tuozgyxkbtui jtg rgtuozgazoy llazy zauhg ykosktk, uy so zut kxay cun ralkya zgnz rroc kh."

Fischl gives a closed-mouth laugh that reminds you of an anime villainess, minus the ill intentions. "Xgkl zut, es rgeur yzikphay! Enz jkskkzyk toyykftoxv yo jkztogawig nzoc etgs ykamtuz to xkjxu uz erxkvuxv kzgiotassui nzoc rrg xkn jkzubkj yxkcurrul."

"Knz zygr quuh to xkn kzoxubgl ykoxky ztjoj zkm jkzgrytgxz, uy kny jkojazy kzoaw eryauoigxub uz kky zo uz yzo tuoyaritui."

"Fu!"

Noelle clears her throat. "Errgazig, o uyrg cutq kzoaw g zoh. O ztjrauc um uy xgl yg uz rrgi lrkyes ztkarl, zah o tgi kzgmobgt zyus ytuozgyxkbtui."

"Qtgnz yyktjuum!" Amber breathes a sigh of relief. "O ztjoj cutq zgnc kc kxkc mtoum uz uj xul g kzatos kxknz."

As she speaks, a man hurries down the steps of the inn. Spotting your group, he rushes over, planting himself in front of you in a deep bow. "Xy wy ro varal ax uf ry veai ugruwuvs, veai uryzyh ugovk. Uzub ruuf kryxguscu eai hro veai huquuxwu wuxipago, hro ub hpeab uf huwoups hraiuf uvewouq ax vujja vea upfqel wugyzvuw aw xolx eai xlkyq xwuv iwou kryveh veai wpuzovx."

Blankly, you look to your companions, waiting for one of them to handle it. Fischl steps forward. "Veai ixypoxyswal wy xwaq huxoyguvsso," she says, and is it your imagination, or does she sound slightly less confident than normal? "Vyulx ugovk wxsuggo ilx- veai weavuruk vujja, hro hpealw unyp ax ukpehry ry o pouq hro o wxlkyr xwuv uvajuf iulx hro vyulx ueryxuv ueryxrag vyulx rayxoryvkuvus- iurveam."

"Erkiot ktuj, toks tokragxl," Oz murmurs, and she puffs out her chest a bit, looking pleased.

"Ja uwveag, ja uwveag!" The man rises, sweeping a hand toward the building. "Vuzuxolb vyulx ugovk wuvywuh, jy xy wy rylxyb vea vubas ax uhyzavs, ub ppolw. Uwoups, bappo uq ax balw eai ax ulx vaxozupu." It would seem you're being offered a formal invitation. Fischl's gaze flickers to you, and you dip your head cautiously. She gives him a dignified nod, and Noelle waves you forward when he turns and starts walking. The others fall into step behind you.

When you get to the wooden platform, the man heads left toward the elevator. You pause. It took you forever to get the commissions to fix the stairs, so you're damn proud of them. But if no one's going to use them, what was even the point?

So be it. You'll use them, if no one else will.

You extend a finger in that direction and tip your head to your companions, indicating you want to go that way. They look at each other, shrug, and nod amicably. Everyone changes their course to see the fruits of your (aka the traveler's) labor; but as you reach the bottom step, you notice Bennett hanging back warily. "What is it?"

"Sa... ykxknz no mtorogx tu ktu kjoy," he says, licking his lips nervously. "Zo yquur jtoq lu- I zyap qtonz- zo znmos kh xkzzkh xul me uz kqgz knz xuzgbkrk yonz ksoz, gngn. Sorry." He points apologetically to himself, and then in the direction the other man disappeared. You're confused. He wants to take the elevator? Everyone else looks like they understand his request immediately, though, so you give him a nod.

Fischl falls back as well. "To zgnz kygi, enz toyykftoxv rrgny etgvsuiig aue to knz ztkbk lu... skng... tkkykxulta ykitgzysaixoi." She puts a hand on his shoulder and gives you a wave as the two of them round the corner, disappearing from sight.

Well... alright then. Their actions strike you as a bit strange without further context, but you assume they have their reasons. Even if they're just tired from walking the whole day, that's good enough for you.

You turn back around. Noelle gives you a supportive smile, and Amber gestures eagerly, already climbing the steps. The three of you set a leisurely pace, stopping to lean against the railing and admire the new view every time you round a corner. Mondstadt is no less scenic, but it’s full of rolling hills; Wangshu Inn is perfectly positioned between the flat marsh and the plains, providing a rare and spectacular view of nearly all of Liyue. Amber is enthralled by the floating Statue of the Seven in the distance, pointing and gawking in excitement. Meanwhile, Noelle seems content to simply enjoy the way the sunlight glints off the water as the first autumn leaves flutter past.

...Autumn.

You shake your head. Think about something else. Think about... think about Xiao. The thought spurs you on. Wangshu Inn might be a convenient place to spend the night, but you didn't come all this way to not see the yaksha. In fact, you'd been privately hoping to stop here for that very reason. With renewed vigor, you urge your companions onward, taking the steps two at a time in an effort to leave your less-than-pleasant thoughts behind you.

In no time at all, you reach the landing, and you round the corner without stopping, ignoring the gaping passerby and giving a wave to an unfazed Verr Goldet as you continue up to the second balcony. Your excitement grows with every step. If your friendship level theory is correct - as it seems to be - you should be able to understand Xiao better than anyone else you've encountered so far.

...In fact, being who he was, he'd probably know you were coming, wouldn't he? Do you dare to hope that he might be... waiting for you? You put on a burst of speed, stumbling up the last couple steps. And, sure enough, standing by the overlook waiting for you is-

-no one. But up on the roof-

...also no one.

In your dreams, a voice taunts in your head.

This is just not your day.

You purse your lips, reluctant to give up so quickly. There's still one option. Should I call him?

You don't get time to think about it. Amber and Noelle finish pounding up the last flight of stairs behind you, looking mildly winded from the sudden exertion. "Xaue kigxm-" Noelle starts, but doesn't get any further before Oz swoops over the balcony.

"Toks tokragxl ygn ztky ks uz sxulto aue zgnz knz xuzgbkrk yo qiazy," he says calmly. "Kny yegy, jtg o kzuaw, 'yg jkzikvdk'."

This draws a sigh from both of them. Amber brings a dismayed hand to her forehead. "Qig, kc kxkc zyap zauhg kaj xul mtonzksuy kqor yonz, ztkxkc kc? Zo kxay ztjoj kqgz mtur xul yon jgh qiar uz qioq to kitu kn jkzgxgvky suxl xoknz kigxm."

"Xuuv zzkttkh," Noelle says sympathetically. "Rro zkr knz xkvkkqtto cutq yzgnc jktkvvgn, aue kkxnz um qikni tu sknz." Amber nods and takes your hand. With some disappointment (which you do your best to hide), you allow her to guide you back down the stairs at a brisk pace, with Oz leading the way. This time, you cut straight through the inn and onto the opposite side of the landing, where the elevator and the teleport waypoint are.

Where the elevator should be, anyway.

Amber lets go of your hand and leans over the railing. "Kxg aue yeam znmoxrg?!" she shouts down.

You hear Bennett's awkward laughter as you peer over behind her, and you're alarmed by what you see. The elevator is stalled, dangling halfway between the two platforms. Even further down, the man who greeted you appears to be frantically checking over some sort of pulley system. Immediately, your eyes dart to the rigging at the top. Fortunately, nothing looks like it's about to snap... for now.

"Ztuj exxuc, yonz yo zyap xknzutg egj to knz klor lu tg xkxaztkbjg!" Bennett calls back up. He gives you both a thumbs up through the open doorway, though you notice he's otherwise pressed snuggly into a corner, looking cheerful as ever but not taking any chances. Fischl has made herself comfortable leaning against one of the walls, seeming almost bored with the whole affair. Justifiable, since you can only imagine how many times she's been through something like this. Oz glides back down to join his mistress.

"Ykrrkut mtozzkm knz xkvkkqtto," Amber responds. "So gttum qikni knz mtommox - o qtonz o kky mtonzksuy jkmmgty to kxknz." She gestures for you to stand back near the waypoint before shimmying up a post and beginning to fiddle with something out of your range of sight.

You do as she says, absently running your fingers over the waypoint as you look on uselessly. It's yet another instance where you can do nothing, and you're reminded again of just how much dead weight you are. It's beyond frustrating, and all the more so now that your golden blood has been revealed to you. What you thought would be a blessing is now seeming like a curse in disguise. Being a weak human mistaken for a god is one thing, but being a weak god? Why can't you do anything? Ugh, at least if these teleport points actually worked like they were supposed to, you wouldn't have to bother people with the mundane task of escorting you, if nothing else!

......Actually, wait a minute.

Do the waypoints work like in the game? When you cool your head a bit, you suddenly realize you haven't tried. Excluding the statue at Windrise, you haven't been this near to any until now - at least that you were paying attention to at the time.

You don't have the map, of course, but maybe you can just... think really hard about where you want to go? It's worth a shot. Best case scenario, you wind up exactly where you want to go. Worst case, it only works for the traveler (or as a game mechanic) and nothing happens. Either way, there's no harm in trying. If it works, you can just come right back and inform everyone.

You reach up to press your hand against the floating device. It's higher off the ground than it looked in the game but still easily within reach. The bluish material has an odd feel to it, one you're not quite sure how to describe. Magical, perhaps. The waypoint pulses with energy, and you feel confident it has to do something.

I want to go to Liyue Harbor, you think to yourself, trying to picture it in your mind's eye.

Nothing happens, but you're undeterred. Maybe you need to say it out loud. "Take me to Liyue Harbor," you say firmly, visualizing the overlook by the waypoint just outside the city.

...Still nothing.

You let your hand slide to the bottom in disappointment. This really isn't your day. First the ominous dreams... then I touch a slime and end up nearly fainting for some reason... and after that, I want to see Xiao, but he's not here, of course... and now all of this. What does it take for something to go my way, for once?!

And then everything goes white.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin noelle #genshin amber #genshin fischl #genshin bennett #lbbynfs

[voidfxndoms]

Something Blue (Part 1) // Sterek

Derek is getting married and Stiles, as his best man, decides to bring in an old bridal tradition.

Warnings: swearing, a lot of built-up feelings that don't come out in the best of ways.

W/C: 2,487 (total)

A/N: I had to split it into two parts because I was over the tumble world limit apparently??? I didn't even know tumblr HAD a word limit lmao. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this first part :)

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"Okay, Scott? How much time do we have?" Stiles asked, nervously pacing around the room. "Thirty minutes." "Oh my god, we're never gonna make it. Where is he? Where is Derek?" "He's going to be here, don't worry. We got plenty of time." Scott tried calming his best friend down. "It's his wedding, for God's sake! How can someone be late for their own wedding!" Stiles exclaimed, anxiety reeking off of him and invading the room. "Malia just texted me, Braeden is almost ready. I'm gonna go check on the catering and guests, maybe someone knows where he is. You need to calm down Stiles, we're gonna be fine." "I need to tell him, Scott.", Stiles said, eyes sad and shoulders slumped. "And you will. I got you." Scott smiled, putting both hands on his friends's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I swear to God if Derek doesn't bring his werewolf ass in here right now-" "Threatening me on my wedding day? I really should have asked Scott to be my best man.". A tall, bulky figure walked into the room, pearly whites flashing as the words left his mouth. "You piece of shit!" Stiles said before taking big strides towards the groom and adjusting his tie. "Relax Stiles, everything is going according to plan. Scott, did Stiles not take his Adderall today?" Derek joked, looking over at the young alpha. Stiles huffed, then stumbled towards his backpack. Ignoring the two wolves making fun of him, he took out some things from his bag and placed them on the room's glass coffee table. "Okay. You, big bad wolf, c'mere." Derek, cocking a brow, approached the small table in the middle of the room. He observed the objects in front of him as he sat on the small sofa. "Stiles? What is this? I refuse to do any sort of voodoo ritual." Scott, standing behind Derek, looked at his best friend with a puzzled expression on his face. "I thought this was only for brides." "Well," Stiles said, "this is no ordinary wedding, so I don't see why only ordinary traditions should apply."

"Can somebody please explain to me what the hell I'm looking at, and what is this supposed to be?" Derek asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.", Stiles announced proudly as Scott rolled his eyes. Derek furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh my God," Stiles's jaw dropped. "You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?" "I have no idea what this is." the werewolf replied, confusion still plastered on his face. Before Stiles could say anything even remotely sarcastic, Scott said: "Guys, we've got twenty minutes. Stiles, make it fast." "Alright alright." the amber-eyed replied. He took a deep breath, unsuccessfully trying to calm his nerves. "As your best man,-" he started. "The worst decision of my life by the way, don't know what I was thinking." Derek interrupted him, chuckling. Stiles glared at him. "I was saying…" he continued, stressing the final word while shooting one last annoyed look at the giggly man opposite to him. "As your best man, it is my duty to make sure you enter this new chapter of your life in the best way possible, carrying bits and pieces of your life before that horrible mistake when you decided to marry Terminator's daughter." "You know her name is Braeden. And, come on, be nice to her -- she saved all of our lives. I still don't understand why you hate her so much." "It's not her that I hate…" Stiles mumbled. For a split second, Derek saw a glint in his best man's eyes. It was pure sadness, but it lasted for so little he questioned whether he'd imagined it. "Anyway, I took the liberty of borrowing a bridal tradition. In front of you you have three objects," Stiles said, before picking up the first one. "Wait, weren't they supposed to be four?" Derek questioned. "We'll get to that in a minute. Now, the first one; something old." "The triskelion?" "Yeah. This part is about having a relic, something that will always remind you about your roots. The sentimental value this thing holds is insane." Derek raised an eyebrow. "Think about it. Your mom used it to help you and your sisters learn how to control your powers. It's been in your family for years, Kate tried to steal it… you even have it tattoed on your back!" Stiles explained. "I also used it with Liam." Derek pointed out. "Yeah, but that was a total disaster." Derek looked at him, lips tight in a thin line, the eyebrow still cocked. "What? It's not my fault your whole "We can all rise and fall to another" speech didn't work." "Alright, alright. Stiles? Move on." Scott intervened, time slowly running out. He nodded, giving Derek the triskelion, who put it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo. "Object number two, something new.", Stiles said. Derek held it for a few moments, before shooting his head up and asking: "What the hell am I supposed to do with a roll of duct tape?", annoyance oozing from his voice. "Trust the process. The "something new" is an object that will help you in your new life."

Skeptic, Derek let his best man keep talking. "And now something borrowed. Courtesy of Jackson." "I don't need a bow tie, I'm already wearing a tie." "See," Stiles said, making his way to the groom, "This sentence is exactly why you need the bow tie." Kneeling before him, he undid Derek's tie and started tying the navy blue satin bow tie Jackson had lent for the occasion. Derek hardly ever wore suits, and even more rarely tuxedoes. He liked casual and comfy clothes and had no interest in the world of elegance. However, when the engagement had been announced and his closet opened, the only suit Stiles had been able to find was dusty, crumpled, and sprinkled with holes made by some very hungry moths. So he had forced the alpha to the best suit shop in Beacon Hills, where Derek had gotten a tailor-made navy blue tuxedo with black satin flaps that had been hunting Stiles in his dreams ever since the first time he had seen it on the werewolf. But Derek had drawn the line at that, refusing to spend one more dollar on his appearance, claiming that he wasn't getting married to the crowd but to Braeden. "She loves me for me. I don't give a shit about what the guests are gonna think." "You really thought I was going to let you stand there, butchering all degrees of style?" Stiles asked cockily, straightening the perfect bow he had tied. "Oh come on, you're being dramatic." Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles scoffed. "First of all, you were wearing a TIE. With a TUXEDO. Ties are worn with suits, bow ties are for tuxedoes." Derek's eyes widened slightly, surprised at the reaction. "Okay fashion police, my bad." "And let's not even mention the state of the tie you were wearing… Terrible!" "Okay- Stiles? It's okay. We get it. Move on.", Scott said, worry in his eyes. "No you don't!" Stiles almost shouted, suddenly misty-eyed.

To be continued...

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek #angst #bestman #wedding #braeden #scott mccall #teen wolf fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #masterlist

[satorugojooo]

Hey how are u doing and I was wondering if u could do a tighnari x reader with a female who trained with eula in mondstat and moved to sumeru and fights just like eula with a claymore and everything. now tighnari sees her and is smitten by her and they end up dancing to together kinda like eula and amber at the end of her trailer I would love that idea ( English is not my first language sorry)

A/n: Helloooo I'm doing very well thank you for asking! And let me just say it, I love this request so so much I'm honestly surprised how you all got so many ideas! I hope you will like this <3

Pairings: Tighnari x fem!reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: none, just fluff <3

Life as a ranger was no easy. Not only that you had to survive in a huge rainforest, you also had to guide people trough it.

You were coming from Mondstadt, the city of freedom, and freedom did not match well with wisdom. But you couldn't care less, you've been always fascinated by the stories Lisa told you about her time in the Akademiya, and you wanted to know more about this mysterious land. When you first got in Sumeru, you were greeted by none other than Tighnari, one of the forest watchers from the Avidya Forest. He was accompanied by his little apprentice, Collei. You knew about Collei for long because of Amber. Back in Mondstadt you used to hang out very much with Eula Lawrence. You saw trough all the gossips and rumors about her family and noticed just how un-happy the knight actually was. She taught you everything you know about fighting, and with her help you managed to wield your vision using a claymore.

As you were strolling trough the rainforest you heard a growling and you looked back to see a richboland tiger. You weren't affraid by it, these tigers were dangerous only when they were in big groups, but you couldn't hurt it, so how were you gonna escape? As he charged to attack you, you used your claymore to shield you from his attacks. As you kept your guard up he still didn't want to quit. You were growing tired of defending yourself but you couldn't hurt this tiger.

When he was about to slash your arm you saw an arrow infused with dendro land on the ground next to you. As soon as the tiger smelled the arrow he ran away without even looking back at you. You looked up only to see Tighnari sitting on a branch from a high tree with a serious face.

"Oh Tighnari! Fancy seeing you here but uh, how did you get here?" you asked rubbing the back of your head as he jumped down landing right in front of you.

"I was simply patrolling, there are a lot of tourists that get lost in the rainforest so I always have to keep my guard up, but then I sensed that something wasn't right in this area, turns out something wasn't right indeed." he said and you looked at the ground.

"Uh sorry about that, I didn't want to hurt that tiger since I know the rules..." you said and he shook his head.

"It's not about the tiger, you have to be more careful while walking around these parts. And didn't I tell you the first time we met that you need to have some meat in you bag just in case these tigers come up, you never know what dangers lie in these forests, from the smallest snake till the biggest tiger you have to be careful. "he said and you nodded.

"I understand, next time I will be more careful." you said and he smiled.

"Cheer up now, how about you help me deliver these supplies to the heart of the forest where spinokrok lives?" he asked and you looked at him.

"Would you allow me to accompany you?" you asked him surprised and he chuckled.

"People may think I'm strict but those are all rumors, I'm strict only when their safety is in danger because of their recklessness and if they don't understand? Well I majored in botany, and helping people grow a brain is sadly not my area of expertise... "he said and you giggled at how sassy he could be.

"Okay it would be my pleasure to accompany you there." you said and he smiled.

"This way I hope you can be more comfortable with the forest, I remember Collei was just like you when she came from Mondstadt, and now she's all better." he said and you listened carefully to his stories.

As you arrived in the heart of the forest you saw a whole area covered with grass and sun rays peaking trough the big trees making a beautiful scenery.

"Tighnari... This is amazing!" you said looking around and he smiled.

"Not many come here because it's very dangerous, but Im glad you like it." he said as he approached the river next to this place to leave the supplies for those crocodile-looking animals.

"All done, oh look what we have here, these crystal flies are actually unique did you know that?" he said and you looked in awe as they flew around you without flying away.

"They don't seems to be scarred by us, is that normal?" you asked and he nodded.

"Dendro crystal flies are very friendly with humans, if they feel elemental energy from someone they will be attracted by them even more. Turns out they took a liking on you." Tighnari said and you smiled.

"Ohhh that's so pretty!" you said as you started to dance around them and spin gracefully. You remember each dance lesson Eula taught you and you were grateful for it. The crystal flies accompanied you in a perfect dance and Tighnari couldn't take his eyes off you. You were gracefully dancing surrounded by crystal flies in the rays of the sun, he was sure that he never got to see such a pretty thing.

All of a sudden you stopped and looked at him with a smile.

"Oh c'mon, it's no fun if you stay on the edge, take my hand!" you said and landed him your hand in anticipation. Tighnari looked at you dumbfounded and you laughed.

"You want me to dance... With you?" he said and you closed your eyes smiling.

"Of courseee, weren't you the smart one? I thought you would understand what I want from the beginning and on top of that, as my friend used to say, it takes 2 to tango~" you said as you took his hands and you started to sway together.

Tighnari looked amazed at you but soon he caught up and you both ended up dancing around crystal flies.

"Traveler, let's go there, maybe Master Tighnari is right there..." collei said as she and the traveler accompanied by Paimon approached the heart of the forest.

"But why are we looking for Tighnari again?" Paimon said and Collei looked at her.

"He didn't come back after his patrolling as he would usually do, I'm just worried about him." she said and Paimon nodded.

As they were approaching the river Paimon eyes lit up.

"Hey Collei! Look, that's Tighnari and Y/N-" she shouted before the traveler put their hands on her mouth.

"Paimon shhh, you don't want to... Disturb them right now do you?" they said and Paimon nodded without saying anything more.

"Oh... It seems I was worried for nothing, turns out he and y/n have quite a good time together, well then want to return back to the camp? I would love to hear more about your travels!" Collei said with a chuckle as they left the 2 enjoy their dance.

#tighnari x reader #tighnari #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin tighnari #sumeru #sumeru characters

[lovelyney]

⎯⎯ PROLOGUE, HABROMANIA❞

DESC. habromania: a form of delusional insanity in which the imaginings assume a cheerful or joyous character.

WARNINGS. suicide attempt, mentions of family abuse (physical and mental), mentions of self harm, intrusive thoughts.

SONG. Again ― Crusher-P

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©2023 loveloxcked ― please don’t translate, upload or copy.❞

IT was around midnight when (NAME) finally reached the top of the peek overviewing Qingce Village. her arms and legs felt numb from the exertion, yet she never paused to recover — hell, she didn’t even think about it. 

normally, she would not have dared take such a risk, never mind in the middle of the night — especially when she despised heights. regardless, she couldn’t stand to live another day suffocated by her own parents and intrusive thoughts, if you could even call it ‘living,’ she felt she more ‘existed’ than anything.

her lungs burned as she sucked in a breath and propelled herself up, legs threatening to buckle as she overlooked the stars enveloping her hometown. “how pretty...” she uttered in a hushed tone, balling her hands into a fist as she reflected on all the painful memories that she once strived to forget. she hiccupped, “i—i hope i’ll at least become one of these stars when i pass — to have people wish on me and look at me with fondness instead of hatred...” 

her hands, scarred and bruised from all the bottles thrown, cupped her arms tightly. it was a miracle that (NAME) turned out so saintly, considering her guardians were the contrary — abusive and burdensome. whenever things didn’t go according to their plans, they used her as an emotional punching bag, yelling and hitting her. they locked her inside Qingce Village, threatening to hit harder if she ever thought of leaving; they feared she would tell someone and ruin their perfect ‘reputation.’

(NAME)'s fingernails dug into her soft skin, opening old scars and creating new ones — scars intentionally carved by her own hands. she didn’t have a healthy way to cope, having no friends in the village because her parents simply didn’t allow it. as a result, she started lashing out at herself; scars, bruises, burns, scrapes, her body was covered in them all — anything that distracted her from the dull pain she felt in her chest. she blamed herself for everything, despite nothing being her fault. she wondered if any of it mattered now that she was going to take her own life. would her parents be relieved or angry? she didn’t care anymore; she just wanted it to be over. 

(NAME) squeezed her eyes shut as her feet touched the end of the edge. while everything was screaming for her to back away, her thoughts, as always, empowered her. “stars, here i come.” she thought as she stepped off and descended down the cliffside — the wind harshly hitting her face being the last thing she felt. 

Xiao let out a low growl as he finished off the hilachurls near Qingce Village. “that should be the last of them...” he grumbled and removed his mask. he lifted his head up, honey eyes dilating when he saw a figure falling from one of the tallest cliffs in Liyue.

quickly teleporting to there, he caught them before they could hit the ground. “what in gods name were they doing so high up...” questioned the adeptus as he landed on the grass, although he had an inkling of what the answer was. his eyes landed on her arms — bloodied from the deep scratches she had etched into them. “i—i need to get her patched up who knows how long she’s been bleeding.” he said and left for the entrance of Wangshu Inn. 

when he walked inside, a warm pair of amber eyes peeked up from a pamphlet — saddening when they regarded the injured girl in Xiao’s arms. “archons, what happened?” he asked as he rushed up to him.

Xiao’s eyes narrowed at the boy, holding (NAME)'s head closer against his chest protectively. he wasn’t certain why he felt so defensive over a mortal he had just saved, but something in him yelled to protect her.

“why does it concern you? do you know her?” he barked, his grip on her getting slightly tighter.

“ah — apologies, no, i don’t. i just noticed that her cheeks are wet, her arms are bleeding, and her hair’s all over the place... it looks like she’s gone through quite a lot.” he informed and carefully brushed a few pieces of hair out of the girl’s face. “would you mind if i assisted you with treating her injuries? i mean no ill intent when i say this, but you look like you could use some help.”

Xiao huffed stubbornly, slightly humiliated that he made such an observation. it’s not like he was wrong; Xiao’s medical knowledge was limited, and Verr Goldet was asleep.

“fine. do as you wish, but i won’t hesitate to rid you if you even dare try anything,” he threatened and ambled towards the inn’s spare room, kicking open the door with his foot.

Kazuha stayed silent, paying little to no attention to his threat as he followed him inside the bedroom. he cautiously lifted (NAME)'s sleeves — bandaged thumbs gently caressing the various scars that littered her arms. “these—these scratches are relatively deep and are in a particular pattern. . . did—did she do this to herself?” murmured the blonde.

Xiao suppressed a sigh and sat on the floor next to (NAME). “that is what i’m led to believe. for what reason, i’m—i’m not sure. you mortals are so fragile; why go through such great lengths to harm yourselves?” he answered as he cleaned off the blood on her arm. 

the latter’s eyes flooded with sorrow while he bandaged her arm in gauze. he whispered, “is it correct to assume she tried to take her own life?”  

he fell silent for a short moment, a sad feeling stirring in his chest at the question. “yes, given the fact she was falling from the peak near Qingce Village,” he lamented — his hands dropping to his sides.

Kazuha nodded, a soft sigh falling from his lips. “Xiao, i—i don’t think it’s safe to leave her by herself. if she truly feels this is the only way to escape, she may very well try again.” he acknowledged. “perhaps we should look after her for a few days? she must feel so alone...”

Xiao winced, the thought of spending actual time with someone plaguing his mind. “and why must i be included?” he inquired.

“you’re an adeptus, correct? you could probably teach her a lot. and forgive me if i’m wrong, but isn’t letting her go while she’s a danger to herself against your policy?”

Xiao blinked as he stared down at (NAME), watching as her chest rose steadily up and down. something in him — a dull pain — stabbed him in his chest as he recounted the times he wished to disappear. with a solemn sigh, he looked up at Kazuha with crossed arms. 

“alright, fine. i’ll watch over her with you, but you’re going to have to keep an eye on her when i’m out conquering demons.”

CUSTOMERS. @eimuros ― @miaoxi ― @oceanbluesixeyes

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Favorite kiss from you Pt2 ♥ (genshin x gender neutral reader)

AAAAAAA sorry for leaving you guys ,school just started and it’s going terrible so I’m just writing this now

Characters: Heizou ,Zhongli and Venti

Tw :mentions of death in Zhongli’s part ,but not as in as “someone dies” as in a death is “unstoppable“ way

but I do list where it is and where it stops

Pt1 :Amber and kaeya(won’t link because it gets rid of all activity for some reason)

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Heizou

This man loves any kiss from you ,but LISTEN ,if you go from kissing his neck to moving slowly to his chin and when your also calling him pet names?! It make him go hijhkhkjojmhljkhlhjjlhknlhjhohjljkjl ,ok? As in every time you do it ,he feels like he ascended to Celestia.

Scenario

You decided to go to your lovely boyfriend/husband work place ,because it was 9:45 pm and he should’ve already been home ,but you understand he might just be really busy with work ,but he should go to sleep if he doesn’t want to end up being so tired that he forgets how to be a detective

You hear a frustrated groan so you slowly open the door just a bit to peek ,to find a tired Heizou with bags under his eyes and writing scribbles on his notes

“Heizou? (Preferred pet name) ….. is everything ok?”

Heizou jumped a bit at your accidental jump scare

“Hm! Oh (____) it’s you ,sorry my partner” Heizou apologised

“It’s ok ,also please can you come home it’s nearly 10pm ,and I know how frustrating it is to work well being sleep deprived.”

“Ok ok my partner ,I will come home ,just let me finish this case first!”

You sigh then go behind him ,you put your head on his neck and try to pick him up

“Hmf! Love I said I was coming home ,let me just first finish this!”

“Nope ,it’s 10pm you’re coming home and sleeping with me”

“Partner ,please ,I have to really get my work done” pleaded Heizou

“Hmf you can do that tomorrow”

“(____) please-“ said Heizou before you just took him into your arms and started walking home

the staff were shocked to see a flustered Heizou being carried by a tired lover ,they thought it was probably best to ignore it

once you both finally get home to open the door to your house then to your shared bed ,you put Heizou down on and started blasting him with cuddles ,before you knew it

,you were blasting him with kisses starting at his collarbone going to his chin

As much as Heizou wished he could continue this for eternity ,but him being so sleepy lead him to falling asleep himself in the middle of this

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Zhongli

Had to give a hard thought on this but I think he would absolutely love a moment where you guys are in a position where you’re under his chin giving him peck kisses on his chest ,he loves it because you too are just so close in that position and-hyjihkihkjbknkhkgkkvk-

Scenario

Zhongli was sitting on Mt.Tianheng looking at all of Liyue ,with you ,his dear lover sitting next to him. If you had to admit ,it was a outstanding site and your so glad you’re experiencing this with your boyfriend/husband

He asked Director Hu if he could have a day off ,which in return probably told him one of those “Ok but don’t die hehe ” jokes ,as much as you like her energetic personality you cannot lie if you didn’t say she freaked you out the first time you met her

Tw :mentions of death (but not as in as “someone dies” as in a death is “unstoppable“ way)

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which now thinking about it ,the first time meeting her was on your first date with Zhongli ,she probably spotted Zhongli and went straight into his dictation

And as much as Zhongli does like that she understands that death is only natural and bond to happen ,but unlike Hu ,he realises that some people are more sensitive to the topic and doesn’t like when she makes others uncomfortable with it

so when he asks her to please stop she seems shocked until she realises that he is on a date and you’re heavily uncomfortable now so she apologised and left well Zhongli checked if you’re ok

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the 2 of you laugh at the memory as you both start to lay down on the picnic blanket as both of you were done with your food

When he pulls you into a hug well planting a kiss on your forehead ,which made you blush pretty lightly

as you get smothered in kisses you decided to aim and attack Zhongli with peck kisses on his chest

Zhongli was shocked and flustered at the same time ,but he loved you even more then he already did and enjoyed this moment to the fullest

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Venti

Apparently Arcons are hard to think about (WAIT NOT LIKE THAT-) but I have no idea on this one ,as in he loves pecks, slow loving kisses, regular ones ,he doesn’t have a favourite spot for you to kiss aswell ,because every spot is his favourite spot. As in his forehead ,lips ,chin ,cheeks ,hands ,feet- (joking with the last ok? Don’t start a war about feet fetish Venti pls)

Scenario

It was another Windblume festival and in Windblume festival the main tradition is to spend it with family or people who are close

so this year you are spending Windblume with Venti but sadly he was to leave for most of the day for his performance

Well you were selling wine and platters at discounted prices ,and it wasn’t surprising that a certain someone asked to have a boyfriend discount

and when you only took 1 mora off for the “boyfriend discount” he tried to haggle for it to be 0 mora ,you told him to leave

after all of that you and your lover Venti were under a tree drinking wine (or if you don’t like wine then something else) but you both were enjoying yourselves

then a very drunk Venti said in a very drunk almost mocking tone “As your Anemo Archon , Barbatos ,I demand some kisses” he pouts

You giggle slight at the comment “Hehe Venti I know there isn’t normally anyone around at this time but quiet down what if someone hears you?” you say well checking if anyone was there

“Well then ,they must think Barbatos is a pretty lucky Archon to have someone like you ehe!“ Venti says clearly flirting with you

“Also I still haven’t gotten my answer” he pouts

“Well ok ,since you ‘demand’ me of it guess I might as well” you push your lover against the tree ,roughly kissing him and once you’re done ,you see a very flustered bard

“Uh- Uhm Ahem- it was Delightful , thank you my love” Venti says stumbling on his words

the rest of the night he played you tunes and you didn’t mind if he made a mistake, because you both were having the time of your lifes

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Hope y’all enjoyed ,didn’t post for a while ,because work hasn’t even started and school’s already being stressful

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Scent Match - Part 6 (Augustine x Amber)

lycan x human celebrity x non-celebrity contemporary fantasy chapters: 6 of ??

(Note: Started with an anon asking for the phrase prompt, “Oh. Oh.”)

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan hearthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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“So, think he’s gonna show up today?” Addie grinned as she carefully dropped the crate of supplies to the floor, nudging it beneath the table. 

Last night, Amber and Addie had a long discussion about the situation. As excited as Addie had been, she also was a voice of reason. There had been a back-and-forth, a list of pros and cons, and even a little research concerning celebrity marriages and legalities. It wasn’t until Amber’s head throbbed with information and her eyes burned that the two decided to crawl into their respective beds. Even then, she and Addie spoke about the unforeseen turn of events until they both mumbled off to sleep.

“I don’t know. He’s probably busy or tired,” Amber shrugged after placing her own crate of supplies and her bag down on the floor. Taking the banner they hung on the front of the table, she carefully affixed it as she had done the other two mornings. “He did mention a charity thing he had to do, so he’s probably getting prepping for that? We probably won’t see him again.”

Amber focused on her table and the bustle of other vendors around her in an attempt to ignore the conflicting feelings roiling in her chest. Did she want to see Augustine again?

Maybe she did, Amber admitted to herself. Their short time together hadn’t been terrible, even if she found his attention odd. The attention was just weirdly endearing, she supposed. Maybe even flattering, if his feelings were as genuine as he said.

So focused on her task, and pushing away curious thoughts, Amber didn’t notice the other figure standing opposite her at the table until he spoke, “That event isn’t until this afternoon. My morning’s completely free.” 

Amber jolted and her eyes wheeled to the other side of the table. Augustine stood there, his scruffy beard that had grown over the course of the other day gone. By the evening, his jaw would be bristly again, she suspected. Or maybe not, since his wolfish ears and tail were nowhere to be seen. Amber found herself wondering if he was more prone to hair growth when half-shifted.

Like his clean-shaven chin, he also wore clean-cut clothes. A light blue button-up - with the top two buttons undone - fit snug to his torso and paired with black slacks with dress shoes. Laden on his arms were a few bags, either from a nearby store or checking out the other stalls already set up.

Augustine grinned as Amber obviously looked him up-and-down, before she averted her gaze. He had agonized for a good part of the morning over what to wear, going so far as waking his castmates with a video call for advice. She was dressed much like yesterday. The same hoodie, a new pair of jeans, and a fresh tee-shirt with a graphic from some show Augustine had yet to watch. Unlike yesterday when her hair was down and loose, today Amber sported a ponytail.

“Good morning! What’s all that?” From Amber’s side of the table, Addie stepped forward and smiled brightly at Augustine. Today, she was dressed in yet another cosplay, though Augustine couldn’t put his finger on what exactly. Some sort of ninja, he thought, but excitement quickly took over observation. 

“Oh, I brought some breakfast!” Eager to please Amber, he sidled around her table without invitation and set the bags on a spare chair behind her. He missed how Amber’s eyes flicked from him to Addie, quietly exchanging an apprehensive look. “I got some breakfast sandwiches and donuts and-” 

“We, uh, already had breakfast. At the hotel,” she interrupted him, an awkward lilt to her words. She tried to ignore Addie’s amused grin, which world counter to Amber’s own assessment of Augustine’s appearance and treats.

He paused, his attention jumping to her. If he had his wolf ears out, they would have drooped. “Oh.” 

“Pfft, you mean that piece of cardboard they called toast and the water with a hint of orange that the hotel tried to pass off as orange juice?” Addie chuckled as Amber shot her a look, but she ignored her friend as she peeked at the offerings. The longer she looked, the wider her eyes got and brighter her words glowed with excitement. “I’ll have one of those sandwiches and- ooooh is that a chocolate-filled croissant?” 

Buoyed by Addie’s reaction as she started going through the offerings, Augustine shot Amber a grin and motioned to the opened containers. “Want to look, at least?” 

As well as Addie had pepped him up, Amber managed to deflate his hope. She quietly ignored him, continuing to piece together her table with merchandise and price placards. As she carefully stacked books and prints, placed pins on display, and configured her money box for the day, Addie sat to her right and ate. 

Well, ate was debatable, Amber thought. The other woman was moaning and groaning appreciatively at the food to the point others glanced over curiously and Amber felt her own self flushing from secondhand embarrassment. 

“These are delicious.” Addie wiped a stray glob of chocolate glaze from her chin, licking it off her thumb. “Where are these from?” 

“The Glaze Phase. They had tons of stellar reviews,” Augustine answered as he returned from grabbing yet another extra chair from a pile not far away and settled to Amber’s left. The bakery in question came highly recommended by Camry and Delilah, as well. While the average reviews were fine, in his experience, he felt better having someone he trusted vouch for the food. 

Along with his clothing choices, the others had given him some ideas of what to do to woo Amber. Or at the very least get on her good side. Hopefully. The fact she was refusing his food offerings made him wonder if everything would be for naught.

“I heard that place is, like, the ambrosia of the gourmet bakery world!" Addie turned to Augustine's target of affection, holding out a half-eaten and an equally half-devoured pastry. "Amber, you need to try some of this! When else can you eat such luxury?” 

For a silent moment, Amber stared at her friend and the food she held aloft. It was true. When else would they be able to sample so many high-end breakfast options? Just looking at the food still sitting in the boxes, Amber could smell the quality wafting from them. 

She hazarded a glance at Augustine, fending off the sensation of being flanked by friend and potential admirer. His gold eyes were wide and attentive, a hopeful smile curled on his lips. The intensity of his expression made her head duck down. “No, thanks. The cardboard and OJ from this morning was fine.” 

Addie groaned, leaning closer to Amber. “It was not! Why are you being so stubborn?” 

Amber cast her a withering look from the corner of her eye. She knew exactly why Amber was putting up distance. Last night, she had made her concern about his genuineness clear. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure it was a valid excuse anymore herself. Augustine still had a chance to be flighty or insincere in his schemes and Amber was going to protect herself until the very end, until he couldn’t back out. 

With a frustrated sigh, Addie turned back to the treats before plucking one up from the masses. She raised a light pink pastry in Amber’s direction, offering the other woman an encouraging smile. “Here, just try one of the scones. I think it’s cherry and almond and I know you love cherry and almond.”

“I said I’m fin–mmfh!” Amber's words muffled as Addie shoved one of the scones into her mouth. She threw her friend a dirty look, swatting her hand away before resignedly taking hold of the pastry and finishing the bite. 

There must have been an enchantment involved, Amber thought. Bright tart sweetness and nutty depth danced over her tongue, drawing an unexpected mmm from her lips. surprised by her own reaction, she desperately glanced at Augustine, hoping he hadn't heard.

No such luck for Amber. Excitement suffused the man's features, making his eyes bright and smile wide. Like a kid who got just the birthday gift he had hoped for. His heart even jolted wildly at the sound she made, very not-child-appropriate thoughts hedging at the edges of his mind. He wanted to hear more of that, hear more of her enjoying herself thoroughly.

“See, they’re good," Addie crowed, pointing at Amber's face. 

Amber averted her face away from the grinning man, her own heart pattering. Ignoring how her cheeks warmed, she grudgingly admitted, “They’re alright.” 

Addie's expression pinched, her nose wrinkling at her friend's little fib. “You moaned in ecstasy after that first bite.” 

“I was humming while considering its taste," Amber shot back with a glare, her face snapping to her friend as heat rose further in her cheeks. She leered at the scone, feeling ridiculously betrayed by a baked good.

Amber’s cheeks only burned warmer as Addie snorted, “Bullshit.” 

Thankfully, Augustine seemed oblivious to the exchange between the two women. Instead, he excitedly leaned to the pile of goodies and withdrew another box from the hoard. “If you like sweet breakfast stuff, I have muffins and donuts and other stuff too.” 

Of course, he was showing off his wealth, Amber thought bitterly. Ooh, look at him, providing nice treats from a gourmet store. Isn’t he such a catch? She barely stifled a roll of her eyes.Still stinging from Addie’s little call-out and her own embarrassment, Amber sighed heavily, “What didn’t you buy?”

Her tone cut through to Augustine’s excitement, making his smile dwindle and the delighted gleam in his eye soften. Looking from Amber to the food, his shoulders slumped. “I guess I did buy a little of everything.” 

He now realized it was a lot of food, especially for three people. If he was being honest, Addie hadn’t even crossed his mind, so it was mostly for him and Amber. He was more than willing to share with his castmates or even people who came to her table, though. 

Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d pushed her patience too far. Something he was prone to doing with everyone. Augustine laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It is kind of a lot. I just got excited about bringing you food. That silly old ‘providing’ instinct.” 

Watching how Augustine deflated sent a guilty pang through her. Oh no, he was giving off the air of a kicked puppy. Try as she might to retain her frown and hardened demeanor, Amber couldn't last. Grudgingly, she held her hand out and mumbled, “Fine, give me one of those donuts.” 

Unlike last time, pure delight didn't entirely flip Augustine's demeanor. Though he did brighten enough to smile, Amber couldn't help but feel she had messed up. He held the open box up to her. “Any preference?” 

There were too many options laid out before her and Augustine’s excitement wasn’t helping her think straight. WIth a wave of her hand, Amber sighed, “Surprise me.” 

With a sigh and grudging smile, Amber accepted the donut from Augustine. 

She didn’t even think to consider fillings as she chomped into the end of the long john. Cool custard squirted from the pastry and Amber jerked, a startled squeak leaving her. 

“Dammit,” she hissed, checking her shirt to make sure nothing splattered over her clothes as her free hand cupped under her chin. When she found no stray splatters, she hurriedly swiped the cream into her mouth with fingers and tongue, before gratefully accepting a napkin from Addie.

Another wave of embarrassment washed over Amber, remembering who else was present. Gods, what a great impression for a second day, huh? First, being standoffish. Now, being a slob. Not that it should matter, Amber reminded herself. But it did matter… a little.

Hesitantly, she hazarded a sideway glance to Augustine. He just stared at her, an expression on his features she wasn’t ready to actively parse. Between the flush at his human ears and how intently he stared at her mouth, Amber subconsciously understood what had him enthralled. She ignored how her stomach twisted under his gaze, taking in the rest of him.

In his hand, he had a donut poised to enter his open mouth, but his fingers had twitched or clenched. Red filling oozed from the end of the pastry, pooling in his palm and down his arm.

She watched the jelly creep further down his arm, waiting for him to notice. When it became clear he was too far gone in his head, she cleared her throat awkwardly. “Uh, your donut is oozing, Mr. Prime.” 

“Oh?” Augustine only vaguely heard her words, his brain preoccupied with sudden inclinations. It took an additional beat before her words registered and he felt the filling dribbling down his arm. “Oh! Shit.” 

Bringing his arm to his mouth, Augustine licked the wayward drizzle of jelly off, completely unaware of the wandering eyes of others.

Another warm sensation lanced through Amber, catching how his tongue swiped up the jelly. Brief and unwelcome thoughts flared through her. She tore her gaze away, focusing on her own donut as Augustine cleaned himself up.

On her other side, Addie's smug smirk did little to help Amber cool down. In an effort to ignore the heat, Amber finished her donut and fiddled around with her displays. At the far end of the hall, she could hear the loud doors finally opening to let in the non-vendors of the convention. From the last two days of experience, Amber knew it would be another few minutes before any customer would wander on by her table.

Like clockwork, Addie rose from her chair just as potential customers started milling in. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I have a cosplay contest to win!” 

Amber squinted at Addie, frowning in mock contempt. She had already known about the contest and that Addie’s presence would be brief in the morning. Given Augustine’s sudden appearance, Amber had hoped her friend would stay a little longer. “Mhmn.”

“Hey, I know when I’m a third wheel, Amby-cakes,” laughed Addie, bending down to give Amber a jostling, one-armed hug. “Have fun.”

Silence fell in Addie's absence. Well, as much silence as a convention hall could garner. In the lull, Amber pulled out her sketchbook to distract her attention from the man beside her. Noise in the hall slowly blew into the air, excitement buzzing from the entering crowd.

Aware of the oncoming con-goers, and knowing conversation with Amber might be limited with such an audience, Augustine broke the quiet between them. “I am sorry if all of this put you off. I really was just trying to be nice.” 

Her eyes flicked to him, warring thoughts fighting in her head. It was a nice gesture. If it had been from someone else with less fame and wealth, she would have more gracious. Knowing Augustine wanted to marry her while also knowing he could back peddle up until a marriage certificate was signed and certified, made her heart feel jerked in two separate directions.

So Amber fell back into joking sarcasm, hoping the wards didn't come with too much of a bite,“You were providing me sustenance, like a good alpha.” 

Augustine choked on his water. Thankfully, he was turned away from her products and only made a mess over the carpet he leaned over. As he made a quick recovery, his cough turned into a laugh. “Why do you make that sound so bad?” 

“What?” Confusion creased her brow and she made the mistake of looking at her companion. The lopsided grin on his lips made her heartbeat catch. 

“Being an alpha. Do you have a problem with that?” One of Augustine's eyebrows arched as he carefully watched Amber. Humans had varying opinions when it came to alpha dynamics. Though more recently the concept had climbed into the "daddy" or "sir" territory. And there were plenty of fans that gushed over alpha!Montos or presuming Augustine's own "alpha-ness" in bed.

Uncertainty colored her words as she tilted her head curiously to the side.“Isn’t the whole alpha/beta/omega thing, like, a myth or misunderstanding?” 

“A little bit. Some lycans do have hierarchical structures similar to that, though.” He gave a half-shrug while scratching at his jaw. The faintest hint of a five o’clock shadow was beginning to form.

Amber quietly gnawed on that information, wondering if his own family was the same. It would be good information to know. Would Augustine's family even accept Amber as part of the clan? Further, was this some act of rebellion on Augustine's part? “Does that include your family?” 

“Not especially,” Augustine chuckled, quietly elated at her interest. Though his excitement dimmed a little as a wryness tightened his smile. “Although we do hold Grandma Ginger’s opinions in high regard.” 

Amber blinked, instantly recalling - thanks to Addie's obsession with celebrity gossip and history  - who he referred to. Ginger Bailey. Mother to Augustine’s own mother, Imani Bailey-Prime. A pioneer in her prime decades earlier, forcing the entertainment industry to see the worth of lycan and other non-human ancestries in the business.

The slight dampening of his usual sunniness was not missed by Amber, either. There was something, some sort emotion that nettled at him, being left unsaid. Before she had the chance to probe at the curious reaction, a flock of Augustine’s fans rolled in.

“Oh my gods, Augustine? What are you doing here?” 

“Did the charity auction already happen? I could have sworn it was later!” 

“Can I take a picture with you, Mr. Prime?” 

“Can you sign my Montos figurine?”

Just like that, his sunny disposition returned full-force. Amber quietly watched as every lick of anything other than charm dissipated in his demeanor. He fielded questions, offered uneaten pastries, took pictures, and autographed an assortment of trinkets.

The attention didn’t solely fall on him, either. Many of the people drawn by his presence perused Amber’s offerings. Whenever someone asked what her relation was to Mr. Prime, Augustine would swoop in with a diversion or a vague answer. He’d even redirect their attention to Amber’s goods, throwing out some charming - canonical - tidbit of her own story.

Even if Amber didn’t realize it, Augustine was driven to be useful to her.

There were few lulls between the fans, but when they had a moment to breathe, the two would exchange light conversation. 

Amber had to admit that having him sitting behind her table the whole morning certainly helped push her product. She couldn’t help but be a little thankful, even if part of her felt bitter knowing her art and comics only sold thanks to a celebrity endorsement. 

Whatever, it was money. 

Plus the more people that saw her stuff - or Augustine’s social media - meant more people saw her webcomic and art. Even if her time with him was short, his posts had wide reach, especially the longer he kept them live on his feeds. And if he did delete the selfies after this weekend, there were tons of fans that wouldn’t. They were taking selfies with the man himself or attempting to take sly candid shots of Amber and Augustine.

As the morning crept into noon, Augustine’s phone started to buzz incessantly. He’d give it a dirty look, tap in a reply and set it aside, but it’d soon buzz angrily again. More than once, Amber shot his phone with a curious look, but Augustine never elucidated.

By the time he had to excuse himself to go take a call, most of Amber’s goods were sold. When he returned, a dourness pinched his voice as he flopped into his chair he had planted his butt in all morning. He thumbed toward the exit with a sigh, “Hey, Amber, I gotta go get ready for the charity auction.” 

“Oh, the thing where whoever wins you gets a date?” She glanced up from her sketchbook, which was carefully angled away from the actor. The last thing she wanted was him realizing she was taking the opportunity to reference his physical presence for sketches.

Even if Augustine suspected she was drawing him, the dismal fact he had to leave her was distracting him. His shoulders slumped further as he slouched in his chair. “Yeah, I gotta go.” 

She didn’t even pause to consider how disappointment prickled her thoughts. Amber just nodded and returned her attention to drawing. “Alright, well have fun.” 

The quickness with which Amber responded had Augustine narrowing his eyes. If he could wriggle out of the engagement, he would. Anything to stay near Amber. He thought they’d had a good time chatting in-between customers and fans.

There was another concern hovering in his thoughts. Leaning forward, elbows bracing on his knees, he asked, “You sure you’re not going to get jealous?” 

“No, I’m not going to get jealous.” She rolled her eyes, Augustine’s tone and expression somber, before a thought struck her. Casting a suspicious look at him, her eyebrow ticked upward a little. “Do you want me to get jealous?” 

“I’m just used to partners getting frustrated about this aspect of my career.” Again, he shrugged and scratched the back of his head. Though he had been close with many of his previous lovers, he didn’t actually care too much if they wound up jealous. Given how distant Amber was, Augustine did admit to himself that he would have liked if she had been a little more possessive. Then he’d know that this wasn’t aimless, even if he just liked being around her.

Despite herself, Amber found the corner of her lips twitching upward into a smile. Augustine was on the verge of pouting, eyes averted, and obviously a little bummed by her answer. But she had to be realistic. With a shake of her head, she gave a half-laugh, “We barely know each other and I don’t have any right to stake some sort of claim on you.” 

Augustine’s eyes snapped to her face, making Amber’s nerves jump. There was that intensity again. Earnest and seemingly sincere and so strong, it made her heart thrum. “You do have that right, though, since we’re going to get-” 

“Shush! That’s not decided yet.” Amber lurched toward Augustine, her hands immediately pressing over his mouth. Fearful someone had heard, she scanned their surroundings. Thankfully, the closest bystanders were across the aisle at another booth.  

It was only when Augustine’s grin kissed her palms she realized what she was doing, realized where exactly her hands were. She jerked her hands away from his mouth, palms tingling as she jerked back in her seat. 

The smirk that had brushed her hands remained firmly intact on Augustine’s face, even as Amber turned away from him and hunched over her sketchpad. Heat licked over her cheeks as she tried to busy herself with drawing, only to freeze as Augustine’s knuckles gingerly brushed down her cheek.

Hesitantly, Amber peered up at him from the corner of her eye, her blush burning hotter as she registered his expression. Fondness had softened the amused smirk. Even the look in his gaze could have been described as loving. Which was absolutely ridiculous. He didn’t know her! 

“Besides, you might find someone whose scent you like more than mine,” Amber heard herself say, tearing her gaze from him as she waved his hand away from her face. She meant her words to sound practical but, for some reason, it came off teasing.

“Not likely.” She wasn’t able to argue back as Augustine leaned over, nose close to her neck as he inhaled deeply. Amber’s eyes wrenched shut, fighting down the flurry of butterflies as Augustine’s contented breath ghosted over her skin. “Nothing can compare to you, Amber.” 

She couldn’t pull away. Didn’t want to pull away. Her fingers clutched tightly at her sketchbook, nails digging into the cardboard back as she acknowledged her own lack of desire to distance from him. Not ready to address the feelings buzzing through her, she turned her face from him and groused, “Shut up and go get ready for the auction, Mr. Prime.” 

“You’ll call me Augustine one of these days,” Augustine retorted, his breath still teasing along her throat as he inched away. His tone dipped low, so only she could hear. “Even if I have to get you to groan it.”

A strangled sound escaped Amber as heated shock struck her. Turning swiftly toward the man, she smacked her sketchbook against his shoulder as he jumped up from his chair. Some part of her kept her voice low, knowing the wrong ears could turn her words into a PR nightmare, as she held her sketchbook to hide her face from the view of those passing by. “That is sexual harassment, Prime.”

“I never said it’d be a sensual groan.” Thankfully, Augustine followed her lead, keeping his voice quiet even as giddiness swelled in his chest. Amber’s cheeks were the reddest he had seen yet. That had to mean she was flustered by him. And that meant she had to like him a little, right? He leaned over her, that insufferable shit-eating grin on his lips. “That’s your inference.” 

A renewed heat claws across her cheeks. She lightly smacked her sketchbook against his face, hiding his expression from her view as she pushed him away. “Just go already!”

“Fine, fine,” he sighed, gently shoving her sketchbook away to view her again. As he straightened from his stoop, he still watched her, finding it hard to pull himself away. She had gone back to her sketchpad, dutifully ignoring him. Or trying to, at least. He wanted her to look up at him again, flustered or pouting. But she didn’t.

Stifling his disappointment, Augustine bid farewell and made his way to the exit. Halfway to the door, his phone angrily buzzed with yet another call. He answered it, unaware of Amber’s gaze following his retreat.

—

It was a miracle that Augustine managed to retain some sense of presence during dinner after reading Amber’s first - and as of yet only - text to him. While sitting at her table in Artist's Alley, he had badgered her all day for her contact information, but she had completely refused. She had said they wouldn’t need to text and if he needed to contact her, her business email was on her business card.

And yet she had texted him. Simple and straightforward, but the short message lodged itself in his chest and made Augustine’s heart race with delight.

Hi. It’s Amber Dyer. Text me when you’re done with your date.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Wait... What

Media House of Anubis

Character Jerome Clarke

Couple Jerome X Reader

Rating Adorable AF

I stood swapping my books away in my locker, as Alife came and leant on the locker next to me. 

"Ughh... My brain is seeking..."

"When doesn't it?" I laughed,

"I am really struggling today,"

"With that... breathing and thinking?"

"No, It's Amber she's been worried all day,"

"...about what? her credit card over the limit again? Or did she chip her acrylics?" 

"... well, yeah she did go over her credit card limit but that's not what she's worried about,"

"Oh? enlighten me then?"

"She's worried about Y/n obvi,"

"...Why?" My curiosity perked, 

"because of her and Sam."

"Her and Sam?" I asked very interested in this conversation, "What... is... happening... with... y/n and Sam?"

"Sam cheated on her Jerome."

"he did!" I asked trying to hide my excitement, "He...he did? That sucks for Y/n. What a dick Sam is."

"Jerome... are you excited that Y/n and Sam broke up?"

"wait...what." I gulped, "They broke up!" 

"Yeah of course they did, Ambers' been worried about her all day and said she's locked in their room crying."

"Perfect." 

"...what?"

"This is it. this is the way it begins, the start of the romantic arc! I have to go. I won't be in French." I told him grabbing my bag and heading down the hall, 

"wha- Jerome where are you going!"

"Back to the dorm." I answered, "There is a heartbroken girl in need of my - Comfort."

"what am I meant to say? about why you're not in class?"

"say, I'm ill. I'm kidnapped. I'm dead! say whatever you want Alfie! But I am going, I need to go, and be comforting to the very sad and very beautiful... Future Mrs Clarke," I smiled before bolting off to return to the dorm. 

#eugenesimon #eugene simon #houseofanubis #house of anubis #sibuna #jeromeclarke #jerome clarke

[ohtobeleah]

What do Dot and Fe do for Bradley for Father’s Day?

ToE

I think to changes throughout the years. Personally I think the first Father’s Day Rooster has after he adopted Dot as his own and her last name is legally changed from Dolan to Bradshaw is his favourite. She’s just about seven when Bradley has that opportunity. He had to live in the same household at little Dot for four years before he could legally adopt your daughter. And Jaidyns lawyer was a pain in the ass to work with:

It didn’t feel pretend anymore in some weird self doubting way? He wasn’t just a step dad or some guy pretending to be her dad. He was her dad. In every legal and personal sense possible.

But when Odette is little, I’d say between the ages of three and five, it’s mainly breakfast in bed that you’d done most of the preparation for followed by a family day spend either with lunch in the park with friends and family or just spent making those core family memories at home with mid afternoon barbecues in the backyard.

As Odette gets older and enters her hellion teenage years I think it becomes more of a transactional effort than anything sentimental. Especially while Dot is banging on about how Bradley isn’t her real dad. Instead of days spend making memories it becomes a quick, “Happy Father’s Day” In the hall with a quick “Thanks kid.” Reply from Rooster. It hurts, he doesn’t let it show. But you know.

As she grows into her early twenties and is coming into her own as an adult I think Odette starts to value the unconditional love and support Bradley always showed her. The sentiment behind her words and her actions come back. Her need to make her father proud is clear as day when she tells hims she’s following his footsteps and wants to join the Navy.

And then suddenly Odette has a little kiddo of her own, she’s all grown up and married and has a family of her own and Bradley couldn’t have been more proud of the woman he helped raise. Father’s Day for Dot because a joint affair—it’s a family affair at her house that’s big enough house the Bradshaw’s, Finches, Abbott/Trance’s & Seresin families combined.

“Happy Father’s Day old man—“ Dot chuckles as she sits next to Rooster in the backyard around the patio table. They clink the necks of there beers together and cheers all the while Chase is running after their two year old the same way Rooster used to run after her. He remembers it like it was yesterday, and now she’s all grown up. His little girl. “You hear from Riley and Nick yet?”

“Yeah yeah, Nicks in Barcelona but he called me early thismorning and Riley’s on route, should be here later this afternoon.”

“Well I’ve got a gift for you.” Dots reaching down beside her chair and pulls up a gift bag. What Rooster didn’t know was that all the beers he’d been sharing with Odette Bradshaw-Fitch had been replaced by water. Chase had been secretly downing her beers before replacing the amber liquid for something more hydrating.

“You didn’t have to get me anything—“

“Yeah well, it was a surprise for me too if I’m being perfectly honest.” Dot chuckles and Bradley is opening the gift bag to pull out a set of little booties.

“Are you fucking with me?” Another grandchild.

“Funny that, I think I said the same thing when my bloodwork came back.”

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw

[katsiperennial]

When Draco Malfoy found an unmarked brown leather notebook tucked into the stacks at Hogwarts, he didn't think much of it at first.

It was blank, he really should have put it back, but something about it called to him. He tucked it into his bag instead.

He often found himself pulling it out to stare at it, to look at the blank pages. His friends thought he'd gone mad. What was so interesting about a blank journal? He couldn't explain it.

It was an accident really when words suddenly blossomed across the pages.

He'd been uttering random phrases while pointing his wand at the journal, and apparently Professor Lupin's feet was the key.

He leaned forward with interest as words scrawled across the page, fascinated to see what had been unwittingly holding his attention for so long.

By the end of the first paragraph though, he was blushing.

The words were... filthy. There was no beating around the bush. It was porn. He was reading porn. Very detailed and descriptive porn at that. Featuring a variety of men including the aging professor. But all were paired with the same witch...

Hermione Granger.

He wanted to make fun of it at first—he couldn't believe that the Golden Girl was writing stories about herself getting railed by so many different men—but the issue was that it was so well written!

He found himself lying awake at night, reading each entry, procrastinating the time before he had to close his eyes.

He almost wished he wasn't devouring it so quickly because he knew once he reached the end there would be no more entries to fill the void.

He was a bit sad when he reached the last entry, but he almost dropped the book when a new character was introduced in that final chapter. One whose stamina put the rest of Hermione Granger's imagined lovers to shame and by and large seemed the most creative of the lot.

Draco Malfoy.

Perhaps he should have been disgusted. Perhaps he should have laughed, but instead he found himself transfixed. A strange stirring deep in his gut willed him to devour the chapter word by word. And, when he was done, he read it again... and again... and again.

After several days, the corners of the pages started to curl from handling.

However, rereading it was an exercise in diminishing returns, so he started imagining his own scenarios, though he never put quill to parchment. Unlike Granger, he kept his imaginary partner to just the one, a curly haired bookworm that was starting to haunt his every thought.

Still, it wasn't enough. This made up version of her wasn't enough. He was starting to thirst for the real thing, the girl who existed outside the page.

So, one snowy day in the heart of winter, he approached Hermione Granger in the library. She looked up at him and frowned. Her mouth opened, undoubtedly ready to tell him off. He only smirked and plopped the leather-bound book onto the table.

She blinked twice before her eyes widened in horror. She looked up at him. Her amber eyes were full of such panic, it made it all the more amusing.

"Why, hello, Granger," he drawled.

"What's that?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"I think you know very well what that is."

She didn't say anything for what felt like a very long time, tirelessly worrying her lower lip. Eventually, she said, "So, you've read it then?"

He let his answering smile be answer enough.

"You weren't supposed to read that." Her voice was barely audible.

He leaned forward, his hands resting on the table as he loomed over her. "Well, I have." The corners of his mouth quirked. "I must admit I was disappointed when I got to the end. It was just starting to get good, you see."

She was beet red. He leaned forward further, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, his lips so close to her ear, he could have nibbled on her earlobe. "Now, how do we go about inspiring that creative brain of yours? I am... eager for the next installment."

He heard an intake of breath. If he hadn't been so close to her, he wouldn't have heard. "I can think of a few ideas," she said, tucking a curl behind her ear. The words were timid, but the fire in her eyes...

"Tell me," he said.

And she did, whispered low, her voice growing breathier with each suggestion, and Draco couldn't hide his growing smirk as she continued down her list of filthy proposals.

Brightest witch of her age, indeed.

#drabble #draco malfoy #dramione #hermione granger #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic

[princessmisery666]

About Last Night - Part 5 - No One's In The Room Mini Series

Series Summary: Jake and Ryleigh find themselves stranded in a remote location when a mission goes sideways. Injured and dependent on his help, she gets a glimpse of the man beneath the façade of ‘The Terminator’. Once they are rescued, the bubble of their personal Vegas bursts, and Jake struggles with new emotions while Ryleigh hopes he will finally see the man she came to know when no one else is in the room.

Summary: Jake can’t comprehend why Ryleigh’s so willing to help him - frustrations and mistrust cause an eruption that may cost them their friendship. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, Jake is an asshole.

W/C: 2.6k

Characters: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Ryleigh ‘Rodeo’, and other OCs'.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: made by me on canva.

Catch up here.

About Last Night

Going to the airport was always bittersweet for Jake. He looked forward to seeing Maddie and his sister, Julia, but he hated the prospect of seeing his father. Add to that the apprehension of his actions the previous night; he was about ready to curl into the fetal position and never move again.

What the hell had he been thinking? It was as if something had possessed him. The urge to kiss Ryleigh had been almost preternatural. The flashback of the kiss had excitement bubbling in his gut. 

He’d been by Ryleigh’s house, but it was locked up tight - no car in the driveway and no lights on. He’d dropped her a text to ask if they could talk when he returned. He was going to apologize and tell her to forget the whole thing. Perhaps blame it on being drunk - though he wasn’t - and lying that her assumption had been correct, he’d struck out, and he had just tried his luck with her. But his phone had remained silent during the forty-five-minute cab ride to the airport.

He rechecked it as he entered the terminal on the off chance he’d missed a vibration. All that greeted him as the screen lit up was his wallpaper and the reminder of his upcoming flight.

“So you’re one of those last-minute people, huh?”

Upon hearing her voice, he froze to the spot and slowly raised his head to make sure his Ryleigh-consumed brain wasn’t playing a cruel trick on him. But there she was, sporting a gray tracksuit, a large duffel bag at her feet, brow raised and hip cocked. 

She continued, smiling, “Get to the airport with seconds to spare before check-in closes?”

“My flight doesn’t leave for another two hours,” he said, checking his watch unnecessarily, “plenty of time.” 

 “One hour, thirty-eight minutes,” she corrected.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Well, I figured you’d need this,” she said, handing him a Walmart bag. He peeked inside and saw a gift-wrapped box. “For Maddie. It’s a singing Elsa doll with outfits and the little lizard thing. Thought they might be waiting at the airport for you, so you’d need to be prepared.” 

She was right; his sister usually picked him up from the airport. Had he told her that? He didn’t remember. In the three days of isolation, they’d covered a lot of subjects, so maybe he had. The gift explained her presence but not the bag at her feet. Nodding toward it, he asked, “And the bag?” 

“Well, firstly, I was invited to the Princess Pajama party, remember?”

“I do.” 

“Secondly, doctors say you probably saved my leg from a nasty infection, so I figured I owed you one,” she explained. “After a bit of digging on Facebook to find out your niece's favorite Princess, I stumbled into the life of Jake Seresin. While I was there, I noticed it’s your high school reunion this weekend. Organized and hosted by the one and only Amber.” 

Jake bristled at the name. He thought that was supposed to have stayed in Vegas. “I’m not going.” 

Ryleigh didn’t notice his irritation and opted to ignore his statement. “So I figured I would accompany you to said reunion and brag about all your accomplishments. Make Amber hella jealous and thus pay my debt.”

He dropped his gaze, staring at his feet, unable to hold her eyes because he knew she’d see the uncertainty he felt. What was she doing? What was her play here? Why was she being so nice to him? They’d shared a moment at the cabin; then he’d kissed her and left without explanation. Why wasn’t she pissed at him? Why wasn’t she demanding an explanation? 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, interrupting his silent preoccupation. The PA announcement nearly drowned her apology, and Jake watched as she bent to grab her bag, her words slightly clearer as she straightened. “I’m overstepping. Sorry I shouldn’t have.” 

“No, no,” he said, catching her arm in the crook of her elbow as she passed him. He held her eyes for a moment waiting for the announcement to end. “You’re not overstepping.” He really didn’t feel like she was; he was more than happy to have her company for the weekend. And perhaps she’d serve as a good buffer between him and his father. Although, the fact that spending a few days with her made him stupidly happy scared him a little. “If this is about last night…” he cut himself off and unnecessarily cleared his throat. What if it was about last night? Would that make him tell her no?

“Do you want it to be?” she asked, and couldn’t deny the hope that bubbled in her chest that he’d say yes.

“Can it not be?” he asked sincerely. 

She knew he was bricking up the wall to avoid talking about their kiss. She hoped she hid the disappointment she felt, realizing he really had just been trying to get his dick wet with her last night stung more than the stitches he’d pierced into her leg days ago.

Still, to be sure, she asked. “If that’s what you want?”

He barely thought about it, too hasty to just be done with it and not have to worry about revealing his excitement about her showing up or the fear that his family would drive her away. “It is.”

She spoke to her feet, masking the discouragement she felt. “Don’t read too much into it. I bought my ticket days ago,” she said. “I didn’t say anything because I was waiting for the doctors to give me the all-clear. I’ve booked a hotel. I wasn't going to impose myself on you or your family at the last minute.” 

“Okay,” and his enthusiasm finally got her to raise her gaze again. His charming smile grew wider, “but just to be clear, it’s a salamander,” Jake corrected matter of factly. “Maddie will not be impressed if you refer to Bruni as a lizard.” 

He took her bag from her, and they walked toward the check-in desk, “Exactly how many times have you watched that movie, Seresin?”

“Enough to know Bruni is a fire salamander,” he said, “don’t worry, I’ll give you the footnotes on the plane.”

Jake saw Maddie before she saw him. She bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to see above the crowd of people looking for him. He called her name, and she spun at the sound. Her face broke into the biggest of smiles, and she immediately sprinted toward him. Dropping to a knee, the little girl almost knocked him over as she leaped into his arms.

“Ah, I’ve missed you,” he cooed. 

Ryleigh stood behind them, watching the encounter, smiling as brightly as Maddie. Julia, his sister, grinned down at them as she approached. Jake rose to his feet, taking Maddie with him to embrace his sister. 

“I want you to meet someone,” Jake said, lowering Maddie to her feet. “I made a new friend. Princess Maddie of Maddisonville,” he said very cordially, bowing as if she were royalty. “I wish to introduce you to Princess Ryleigh of….” 

“Roloville,” Ryleigh supplied when Jake looked to her for help. She shook the small girl's hand and curtseyed. “It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow Princess.”

“Does this mean Jake is your Prince?” Julia asked, looking suspiciously between the two. 

“More like my butler,” Ryleigh joked, shaking her hand too. 

“Roloville sounds cool,” Maddie said, taking the focus off the suggestive question. She took Ryleigh’s hand and led her away. “Tell me about your Kingdom.”

“Oh, it’s magical. Our houses are made of cotton candy, we have an endless supply of jelly beans, and everyone has a pet fire salamander.”

“Like Bruni?” she asked excitedly. 

“Exactly like Bruni,” Ryleigh explained, looking back over her shoulder at Jake, who winked.

The inquisitive girl didn’t miss a beat, “why are you limping?” 

“Well, you see,” Ryleigh explained, “I was flying around on my Dragon, and a witch knocked me off. But Uncle Jake swooped in on his Dragon and saved me.”

Maddie turned around and looked at her uncle in wide-eyed wonder, astonished that he was an honest hero to another princess. Ryleigh smiled softly at the young girl before launching into another story from her fictional town of Roloville, adapting actual stories from her childhood to be more whimsical.

Jake watched as his WSO and partner entertained his niece as they walked to the baggage claim. His arm rested comfortably on Julia's shoulders as they followed a few paces behind. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but with Maddie looking back at him like he was a real dragon-slaying, princess-saving hero, he knew Ryleigh was talking him up.

Julia watched as his face softened, noticing how he kept his eyes on the woman he'd brought home with him. "So. Baby brother," she started, shaking him out of his thoughts, "who is this girl, and why does it look like you want to take her to Makeout Point?"

"She's my partner. At work, Jules," he clarified, "so don't go getting any ideas."

“That wasn’t a denial, Jake,” she rolled her eyes, “but you’ve never brought any of your work friends, or girlfriends, for that matter, home. And I’ve never seen that look before.”

“What look?”

“The one that says she just took your niece’s place as your favorite person in the world, that you couldn’t stand to go a day without talking to her, that you might actually let yourself fall for her,” Julia detailed, her lips pressed in a tight line and her eyebrows raised as she watched for his reaction.  

“Firstly, no one can take Maddie’s place in the number one spot.” Jake rolled his eyes, “and secondly, calm down, cupid. We’re just friends.”

Jake watched Ryleigh from across the room, talking animatedly to a group of his high school classmates, including Amber. Ryleigh looked exquisite. The sparkling gray figure-hugging dress with a slit up to her thigh looked amazingly tasteful. Amber looked decidedly disgruntled about Jake not being alone, her glances toward him not going unnoticed.

Ryleigh had paid her debt and then some. Not only was she the prettiest woman in the room, but she’d also spent the entire evening proudly boasting about Jake’s accomplishments. Perhaps exaggerating slightly in ‘having saved her life,’ but everyone lapped it up, and she was an excellent storyteller.

He’d felt every set of eyes on them as they entered, and he knew it wasn’t just that the illusive Jake Seresin had made an appearance at a reunion. It was because of her. Even if he’d wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off of her. His gaze followed as she crossed the room and spoke to the deejay before making her way over to him at the bar.

“Hey, handsome,” she said.

“Hey yourself, beautiful,” he smiled, handing her a glass of white wine. “Having fun?”

“I actually am,” she laughed, “Mom moved me around so much I never really had close enough friends that I’d want to go to a reunion. But who knew spending my night bragging about Jake Seresin would be enjoyable.”

“You can’t get enough of me,” he winked. 

“No, I can’t,” she admitted, and the sincerity in her eyes made him think she wasn’t joking. Before he could read too much into it, the up-tempo song faded into a slower tune, and she smiled knowingly, “dance with me.” 

He let her lead him to the center of the dance floor, spinning to face him. He slipped his hands around her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck, pressing herself firmly against him.

They swayed to the beat, and after a second or two, the room seemed to fade away. He was back in the cabin, waking up next to her, just the two of them. No words passed between them, but he felt it again, that surge of energy, the flutter of something beginning, something he wanted to explore.

She pulled back enough to look up at him from under her lashes. “If we really wanna sell this thing,” she whispered, “I think you should kiss me.”

Sell this thing?! The energy that moments ago had begged for action transformed into disbelief. Was this all a game to her? He wanted to kiss her, wouldn’t deny it, could feel the desperation in his expression but not like this. He didn’t want to kiss her to make someone he didn’t even care about jealous. What he wanted - needed - was for her to want him just as much as he wanted her. If all she was doing was trying to make Amber jealous, he couldn’t; he wouldn’t let himself do it. 

He shook his head, “I need some air.”

She called after him as he marched from the room, but he didn’t stop. The anger, mostly at himself, propelled him forward. Why couldn’t he kiss her? Maybe if he did, he’d get her out of his system. So why didn’t he do it? After all, she’d asked him to. 

“Jake,” she called again, heels clicking louder as her pace increased, but she didn’t catch up to him until he was partway across the parking lot. “Jake, would you stop?” 

Why? Why should he stop? The whole thing was ridiculous - bringing her home to meet his family and being his date to make an ex jealous. An ex he had absolutely no residual feelings toward. This wasn’t who he was, and he resented that she was trying to make him that guy.

“Jake, stop!”

“I’ll stop if you do,” he spat, spinning to face her.

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to fix me!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are! You're trying to make me be someone I’m not. I'm not the guy you rely on. I'm not the guy that sits by the phone and waits for your call. I'm the guy who forgets I was supposed to call; too busy trying to get my dick wet with whoever’s available at that time!”

“Jake, I wasn’t… I’m not trying to make you into anything you're not.” 

“So let’s go fuck,” he challenged, brow raised, “right now, let’s go back to your hotel room and fuck. Casual, no strings attached.”

“No!”

“Why not, huh?” he asked, anger controlling his mouth. “You wanna fuck me. I can see it. And don’t give me the ‘over casual sex’ shit. You know that's all I’m good for, so if you don’t wanna fuck me, what do you want?” 

“Nothing.”

“So why are you here? If you don’t wanna screw me, Ryleigh, why the hell are you here?” he didn’t wait for a response, “God, you can’t even see it,” he threw his arms in the air, frustration and annoyance blowing out the only way he knew how. “You don’t want me. You want the guy you want me to be. Going after the ‘emotionally damaged’ guy you think can change.”

She stared, mouth agape for a long moment, but no words came out. Was he right? 

Oh, Jesus, he is! She realized as tears distorted her vision.

No. No, he was wrong.

She didn’t want to change him. She wanted him to see his worth, and maybe for a hot minute, she’d believed he could and that he wanted to find something more than meaningless sex. She tried to find the words to explain that she saw something in him, past the bravado and the facade, and that all she wanted was for him to let her in. But before she found the words to explain, Jake spoke up again.

He delivered the blow with absolute vitriol, “You’ve been trying so hard not to turn into your mom that you can’t see that’s exactly who you’ve become.” 

Tears stung her eyes, and she let them fall. As she crushed the first between her lips, she turned and walked back toward the hotel entrance.

Part 6 - Too Late

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