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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Princes Choice

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: None

Summary: Everyone knows about the royal family the Evanses, especially their promiscuous son, Chris. Then one night they invite all the women, and their parents to a ball to make a major announcement that will change your life forever

"Y/N dear are you almost ready?" Your mothers screeching voice called out to you.

"Yeah mom I'm ready." Responding to her as you took one last look in the mirror.

Tonight you and your family were invited to the royal family the Evans castle. Nobody knew exactly what it was for just that it was mandatory for every family that had a daughter over the age of eighteen to attend.

Some people had suspicions as to what this party was for, but of course nobody dared speak a word about it. Everyone in the town would be glamouring up their daughters, and hoping they would catch a certain man's eyes.

You've never met the Evans but you've heard many stories about them. There were rumors they were cruel and heartless, and then there was some that were sweet and down to earth. Nobody really knew what they were like expect for what people wanted to perceive them as.

Now their son Chris on the other hand everyone knew about him. He was notorious for being a womanizer and a drunk. Having a new woman warming his bed each month. Kicking them out whenever he was bored with them. He wasn't married, and never intended to marry.

Scaring any woman off that his family tried to arrange. He was the only heir to the throne, and they didn't know what else to do. His parents were at their wits end with him, and knew he needed to grow up sooner or later.

Thing is you've never seen the prince or what he even looked like. Not even in pictures. So for all you know you could meet him tonight and then have no idea. You knew what his parents looked like, but you were clueless to him.

Which is what made you even more nervous when you heard about the letter. The last thing you wanted was to secretly meet the pompous prince, and then he falls for you and wants you all to himself. Then demanding you leave your family behind to come live at the castle.

Of course when your mother received the letter from the castle she about passed out. Screaming through the house about how you were going to get married dancing around the rooms by herself. Your mother wanted you married off to a wealthy man as soon as possible.

You were the only child so of course she was extra pushy with you. No man had ever asked for you to marry them, and you certainly didn't expect that to happen any time soon. You were never lucky in the art of love. Disappointment after disappointment with each relationship you've had.

"Get your ass down here now we're going to be late." Rolling your eyes as you adjusted the straps of your dress.

Grabbing your phone and putting it in your purse you carefully walked down the stairs. Both of your parents standing there waiting for you. Turning up to look at you all dressed up your mother clasping her hands up to her mouth as she smiled widely.

"You just look so beautiful."

"Yes honey you look absolutely perfect."

Both your parents complimented you as you sheepishly looked down at your heeled feet. You've never been one for getting all dolled up like this, but of course this was something different and lord knows what was actually happening tonight.

"Do I really have to wear this dress?" Looking down at yourself in emphasis. "I mean don't you think it's a bit much?"

"Absolutely not you have to look your best when visiting the royal family." She nodded her head at you.

"I look ridiculous mom." Tossing your hands up just wanted to go back upstairs and change.

"You look just like a bride." Frowning at her words hating how she chose the lightest colored dress she could find. "Doesn't she look like a bride?"

"Yes dear she does." His tone unamused as he just gave you a sly wink making your smile.

"I'm changing." Turning to head back upstairs her voice stopping you.

"Oh shut up you're going and that's final." Waving her hands around as you father laughed to himself.

"Can't I just stay here and you guys act like I don't exist?" Suggesting keeping your fingers crossed.

"That's ridiculous they know we have a daughter." Your mother argued back. "They know all the families."

"Then it would be a shame if I were to run away." Teasing as you saw the look of panic strike across her face.

"You wouldn't dare." Pointing a finger at you a stern look on her face. "I will drag you to this party with a gun to your back if I have to."

She threatened as you tried not to burst into laughter at how serious he expression was. This was one opportunity you guys had to meet the Hansens, and your mother especially wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that.

"Okay honey we should probably get going." Your father looking at the time on his watch.

Your father grabbing your mothers hand leading her to the door just wanting to get this night over with. Starting up the car as he took off down the street. Sitting in the back looking out the window watching as everybody else was leaving as well with their daughters strutting to the car.

The goal being that you would stand in the back avoiding the Evans and their son Chris as much as possible. Since the party would only last so long, and maybe he'd find some girls to distract him and he wouldn't even take notice of you.

Maybe you'd see your best friend Natasha there, and the two of you could mingle together and make the most of things. She always had a way of cheering you up and making you feel better. She was always their for you every time you got your heart broken. The two of you were inseparable.

The castle wasn't far from the town as several minutes passed by, and you looked straight ahead to see it just over the hill. Sighing to yourself wishing you would have seen the letter before her, or simply just ran away.

"Oh look there it is." Your mother exclaimed she she clapped her hands together. "My god it looks so stunning."

"Wow." Was all your father said as he tried not to swerve.

Crossing your hands over your chest as you drove to a gate with armed guards everywhere. They asked for a name and checked off the list letting you guys through. Low key hoping they denied you access and you had to turn around and go back home.

Driving down the extremely long driveway you finally pulled up to the castle. Looking out the window and looking up in amazement with your mouth hanging wide open. You've never seen a house this big, and certainly not one like this in person.

Pulling up to where more guards were standing, and people were being directed inside. Taking a deep breath when you parked and someone was opening the door motioning for you to get out. A hand helping you out as you fixed the body of your dress.

"Smile." A voice sneered at you realizing it was your mother.

"I am." Keeping the same face not wanting to be here.

"Smile or I will do something that will even embarrass me." Hearing those words had you straightening up plastering a huge smile on your lips.

Your mother was willing to do or say anything to her what she wanted. She didn't care if it made her look ridiculous it took a lot to embarrass her, so when she made that threat you knew it was serious, and that you should probably listen to her at this point.

As you walked up the stairs to the castle your heart was beating faster. Your palms felt like they were slippery and wet. For some reason you were more nervous than you intended to be. All you needed was some fancy wine in your system and you'd feel a whole lot better.

Walking through the double doors your mouth almost dropped to the floor. This was just the main entrance and it was massively huge. Multiple chandeliers hung on the ceiling as well as many paintings no doubt that were drawn by famous artists.

It felt like you were walking into a museum rather than someone's house. Everything was shiny and clean, and you were afraid to even touch anything. No doubt the maids had their work cut out for them cleaning this place up. Surely this place got dusty so easily and was a pain in the ass.

Following the other guests as you were all being led into a huge ballroom. There was light music being played and the room was filled with laughter and chatter. The king and queen sat in the front of the room watching their guests mingling and talking. Waiters and waitresses walking around with drinks.

People were waiting in line to talk to them and presenting them with what you assumed was gifts. Shaking their hands and bowing to them which just made you roll your eyes. Sensing they were a snobby family, and expected everyone to approach them instead of walking out to them.

"Easy on the wine." She eyed you as soon as you snapped a drink from the tray.

"Bite me." Walking away before she could respond looking around for your friend Natasha.

She was nowhere to be seen which was a major disappointment, but maybe she just hasn't arrived yet. She was the only thing that would keep you sane here otherwise you'd be pounding back the wine until the room would begin spinning.

Finishing half the glass already as you slowly walked around the room hoping you could at least spot someone you liked. Surely there had to be a familiar and friendly face in this ginormous room. You certainly weren't going to stand by your parents the whole night.

Not really wanting to be here and looking at it as an excuse to get drunk. Watching the mingling guests as you already finishing your glass. The liquor already taking its affect on you, but that didn't stop you from grabbing another one. Sipping on that as you looked around wondering if any of these men that were walking around were the prince.

Maybe he was a good looking man with a heart of gold, and you were just too quick to judge. Or maybe he was like what everyone said he was and was the complete opposite of what you would hope for. Upon hearing those rumors he was probably with a woman right now taking her in an empty bathroom.

There had to be a legit reason as to why they sent letters to every family that had a daughter. Maybe it just went over your head, but you really had no idea. At first you thought it was cause they wanted everyone in the town to see what it was like to live in luxury, but that didn't make sense cause only the families with daughters were invited.

As more people filled the room you found yourself becoming overwhelmed. You needed fresh air fast otherwise you were afraid you'd get sick. Your chest was starting to hurt as your breathing became more scattered and shallow. You knew this feeling and you just needed to get out of this room fast.

Spotting a hallway you sneakily took off down there. Looking around to see no guards so far which was incredibly surprising. Assuming they would be posted on every corner of every room.

Not knowing exactly where you were going as you turned down random hallways. That's when you spotted what looked like a balcony. Making your way over carefully opening the door as the breeze brushed on your skin. The fresh air filling your nostrils calming down your nerves.

Leaning against the rails as you over looked your view that looked like their garden. From what you could see it looked spectacular and the kind of garden anyone would be envious of. There was lights shining down on the path with gazebos and benches along the way.

You really hated to admit it, but this place was breathtaking. It would be awesome if you could live here or simply visit here all the time. You weren't the type of woman to want fancy stuff like this, but now seeing it you were exactly complaining anymore.

"You lost?" Jumping hearing a deep voice intruding your daydreaming.

"Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me." Placing a hand over your chest feeling it beating rapidly beneath your hand.

"Sorry I just didn't think anyone would have been out here." The man stepped forward so you could get a better look at him. "Everyone else is inside."

"I'm sorry do you own these balcony's or something?" Arguing with the strange man suddenly becoming defensive.

"No I don't." He had a look of amusement on his face smiling showing off his white teeth.

This man looked like pure perfection to you. His hair was a dark brown that was wavy but slicked back. He had little scruffs of hair across his jaw, and some scars on his cheek. His suit was a dark navy blue suit with matching navy blue suede shoes. That color really suited him even more so when you took notice of how thick his arms were.

This man looked like he was sculpted by God himself. Trying not to drool over him as he now stood in front of you. Maybe coming to this party wasn't such a bad idea after all. If that means you got to chat with the most handsome man you've ever met.

"Why are you out here?" Throwing back in his face.

"I came to get some fresh air." He answered as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Why are you out here?"

"And don't use the I was looking for the bathroom excuse." Quirking an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face.

"I had to get out of there." Motioned back inside as you sipped your wine. "It was becoming too much."

"Yeah it seems to already be getting pretty wild." He agreed leaning his right elbow against the railing.

"I'm not into these kinds of things anyway." Admitting to the man as he nodded.

"Yeah I'm not either I hate large crowds like this." Agreeing with you as he was leaning forward a bit.

"But of course my crazy erratic mother insisted more like decided for me that I should come." Joking as he chuckled at your choice of words for her. "She practically threatened me to come."

"Are you serious?" He asked through his laughter.

"Yeah I swear she did." Nodding as you took another drink.

"I kind of know the feeling." Looking down at his feet as you cocked your head.

"She thinks I'm going to marry the prince." Shaking your heard as you laughed at the thought.

"You don't think you will?" His question was one of genuine curiosity.

"Absolutely not." Scoffing again raising his eyebrows at you. "He seems like a pompous, rude and womanizing type of man."

"How do you know that?"

"I mean come on he's the prince for crying out loud he's bound to be what everyone thinks of him." Ranting to the man now.

"Maybe he's changed and is a new man now." His tone didn't change but he seemed a little offended.

"Please I've heard the rumors he'll never change." He nodded his head as he listened to you and thought about what you said. "Besides I heard his parents tried to force him to marry."

"I mean if I were him I'd certainly hate someone telling me who I can and cannot marry." That was true and you felt bad about ranting over someone whose life you knew nothing about.

"You said earlier you knew about knowing that feeling?" Softening your tone even more as he nodded his head.

"Your mother pushing you to marry as well." It came out more as a statement than a question.

"Oh yeah for several years now."

"Yeah my moms been planning my marriage since my birth."

"I doubt that sincerely darling." A skeptical look on his face.

Hearing the pet name that he gave you leaving his lips had your body feel warm. It's been so long since anyone that wasn't your parent call you something like that. Trying not to lean even closer, and possibly do something tonight that you would later regret. For crying out loud you just met this man, and you hadn't exchanged names.

"Yeah well you don't know my mom." Which hopefully he didn't have to otherwise he'd agree she was crazy.

"I'm sure she's a wonderful woman." This time you scoffed.

"You don't have to be nice you haven't met her yet." Shaking your head at him as you finished the rest of your wine.

"If she's anything like you I'm sure she's a lovely woman." He stepped even closer to you making your breath hitch at how close he was getting. "Beautiful, charming, funny, sweet and delectable."

His eyes lingering on your lips as they parted open as he spoke. Even with the warm air the goosebumps still appeared on your skin. This man was flirting with you and it took you this long to realize it. Judging by the way he was staring at you now it was becoming more obvious.

You could smell his intoxicating cologne as it filled your nostrils. It smelled so warm and inviting that you wanted to smell it all the time now. His forest green eyes were sinking in your face as neither of you spoke. His compliments left you speechless for some reason.

Who was this guy anyway? He didn't even tell you his name. There was a couple questions you had since mainly the people here were older people with their daughters, and he wasn't any of those. He had to be someone that worked here in the castle.

"Are you a servant or something?" Blurting out a question hoping it didn't sound rude.

Before he could respond what sounded like vibrations started to ring catching both your attention. Pulling out his phone as he sighed putting it back. Usually people would say saved by the bell but that wasn't the case for you.

He certainly knew what that signal was as he grabbed your hand and placed a soft and gentle kiss on top of it. This man certainly knew all the tricks and was pulling them all on you tonight. He already had you swooning and he was still a complete stranger.

"It was nice to meet you." He paused for a minute not having got your name.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." Introducing as he smiled at you before letting go of your hand.

"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Y/N darling." Walking out of the balcony taking off down the hall.

Standing there frozen on the spot as you thought about what just happened. A complete stranger a handsome one at that was flirting with you at the Bradshaws castle. Even if he was just a servant he still worked with the royal family, and you had caught his attention.

He couldn't have been the Chris everyone talked about cause he was too sweet and well mannered. Chris would have probably had you bent over this railing before you could even get one word out.

This guy had you feeling like some young girl who got her first ever crush. Butterflies were floating around your stomach as you smiled to yourself wishing now you would have gotten his name at least or his number for that matter.

Surely you would see him again when you got back to the party. Now you had an excuse to actually be out there then you could have a reason to gaze at him. Knowing your luck the man was probably already seeing someone and was just being nice.

That's when you heard trumpets playing and thought it was time to get back to the party. Quickly walking down the same halls following the noise of the loud chatter. Standing in the door way hoping nobody noticed you. Taking another look around to see your friend Natasha was still nowhere to be found.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The king blared out as they both looked out to the crowd. "And beautiful daughters of our kingdom."

Scanning the room to see if you could find the same man, but he was also nowhere in sight either. Feeling disappointment hit your body as you saw a waiter walk by with a tray full of wine making sure to snag one. Looks like you were still going to have to get drunk.

"Thank you all for coming out this evening we greatly appreciate each and every one of you." He continued to speak as everyone was focused on them.

"Tonight we have brought you all here for a special reason." The queen spoke up this time a huge smile on her face. "Tonight our son will be choosing a wife."

Audible gasps and squeals rang across the room from the parents and daughters. Certainly your mother was dancing and bouncing up and down at the point. You on the other hand were frozen and your eyes went so wide. This was the worst scenario that could have happened for tonight, and now your fears were coming true.

"Now we'd like to introduce our son Chris to you all." She looked to the side as she invited her son to come out.

Moving your head from side to side to get a better look as some tall men were standing in front of you making it harder to see. Standing on your tippy toes as you saw what looked a navy blue suit walking towards them. Hearing the girls squealing like little seagulls the sound like nails on a chalkboard.

That's when you saw his face and you swear your heart dropped to your stomach. You didn't know whether you wanted to scream, throw up, pass out or run the hell out of that room. The room felt like it was getting smaller as he stood there looking out into the crowd.

That whole time you were out on the balcony talking to the strange men you were actually talking to the prince. You were in absolutely disbelief right now. Feeling like an absolutely idiot for not realizing who he was. He could have told you but he decided not to.

The thought angered you that he listened to you speak with such honesty, and he could even admit who he was. You even ranted to him about him, and he just laughed. Maybe he wouldn't see you again, and he's already forgotten about you.

"Hello everyone I thank you all for coming tonight." Speaking as he had his hands clasped in front of him.

"Our son has already made his choice for his future wife." The king walking over to him as he patted a hand on his back.

His eyes were scanning the crowd as he was looking for someone in particular. That's when they landed on your shocked ones a wide grin on his face as they remained on yours. Shaking your head as you realized what was about to happen. You knew whose name they were about to call out, and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

"Yes I have mother and father." Nodding his head still keeping his eyes on you. "Her name is Y/F/N Y/L/N."

The only sound you could hear was the frantic screaming coming from your mothers mouth as you stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Holy fuck were you in trouble.

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lixzey · 7 months

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Letters

The Sixth Letter.

Timothée was about to open the sixth letter when his phone rang.

"Fuck," he muttered before answering the call.

“Timothée, are you ready? The car's already here," his manager said over the phone.

“Oh shit, I forgot," he mumbled. “Give me ten minutes.”

Timothée silently cursed himself. He forgot he was going back to New York.

He ended the call, then proceeded to get ready. He took a quick shower and put on some sweatpants and a sweater. He wasn't in the mood to dress up.

“Hurry up, Timothée!” His manager yelled from outside his hotel room. “Your flight is in an hour!”

“I'm coming!” He yelled back as he tried to fit his clothes in his suitcase. “Geez, you can't wait for a few minutes?” Timothée muttered under his breath.

“Timothée Chalamet, if you don't drag your ass out here in two minutes, we're leaving without you!”

“I'm here!” Timothée yelled, dragging his suitcase and backpack outside of the room.

“What took you so long? No, don't answer that. Come on, let's go!”

Timothée passed his suitcase to the hotel staff that was with his manager. The three then descended down to the lobby.

As Timothée was getting into the car, he realized something.

The letters! Y/n's letters!

He couldn't leave these behind, no matter what.

He hadn't finished her letters. He would be betraying her if he did't finish her letters.

“I'll be right back!” Like lightning, he quickly ran back into the hotel, back up to the receptionist. “I left something in the room!”

“What toom were you in?” The receptionist asked lazily.

“Room 1238.” He quickly answered. The receptionist gave him the keycard,

“Don't forget to bring it-” Before the receptionist could finish, Timothée was already dashing towards the elevator.

As soon as Timothée entered the room, he quickly searched the room. There it was: the basket of eighteen letters, Y/N's letters. He grabbed the letters and tied them up with the ribbon.

In a matter of seconds, Timothée was out of the door. He practically threw the keycard at the receptionist. He hopped into the car, the letters clutched in his hand.

It was funny how he already felt a sense of loyalty to this girl. He had never met her, yet he feels more than obligated to know her.

Timothée went through the letters, sorting them again by date. He opened the sixth letter, dated July 1, 2023.

Dear Timothée Chalamalabingbong,

Hey, did you miss me?

Yeah, as if.

I'm too damn delusional, sorry about that.

Anywho, I just saw the new trailer for Dune Part Two. And it's absolutely amazing!

I am absolutely excited for it! I can't wait to see it in theaters. Paul Atreides, my Lord, you can ruin my life if you want to.

Timothée loud out aloud, earning a weird look from his manager. “What's that?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just fan mail.”

Did you know that you're fancasted as Regulus Black? I was shocked when I saw a video edit of Paul Atreides as Regulus Black.

I wasn't even interested in the younger Black brother, but boy, you changed everything.

Now I'm absolutely obsessed with a character you didn't even portray.

I can't wait for the Wonka trailer! I can't wait to see you as Willy Wonka.

You in a top hat? Boy, I'd fight a kid for a golden ticket.

You're so gorgeous, it actually hurts.

God, I'm getting sinful thoughts.

Forgive me.

Not.

All my love,

Y/n.

Timothée felt his cheeks burn. He was used to his fans thirsting for him. But this felt different.

Maybe it's because she only wrote eighteen letters, or maybe because she was pouring her heart out into her letters.

He wanted to find this girl. He wanted to understand why she stopped writing.

But how would he find her?

Timothée sighed as he put the letter back in its envelope. He silently vowed to find this mysterious girl.

No matter what.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 10 days

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Red or Blue

Tangerine x reader <3 based on this lovely prompt

it's kind of a slow burn, which is so unlike me, but- welp. whatever? ig? no triggerwarnings anyway, they don't even kiss

masterlist

(he's genuinely so fine i am unwell)

"This is all your fault", you huff, crossing your arms as you stare at the array of candies in front of you.

"How's any of this my fucking fault?", Tangerine seethes, trying to keep his voice down somewhat (which is already better than what he does most times), but hardly succeeding.

"If you'd listened to me, I wouldn't have been backed into that corner in the first place and Lemon wouldn't have had to come save me", you bite back, narrowing your eyes as you pluck a bag of gummies off the shelf. "Ergo, he wouldn't have got hurt."

"Lemon likes the red ones better", Tangerine grunts, taking a step closer to you as an elderly couple turns the corner and pushes their cart into your aisle. "And 'ergo' what the fuck do you mean, love? I wasn't the one to fucking break his leg."

"You don't use ergo like that", you correct, tilting your head back to him as if that nickname hadn't just sent your heart into cardiac arrest. "Also, I'm pretty sure Lemon likes the blue ones just fine."

"Yeah, just fine, but he likes the red ones better, that's the difference."

Tangerine reaches for the bag of red candy and his arm brushes your shoulder, immediately restarting your heartbeat with a deafeaning thump.

"I thought the red ones 'made his stomach feel funny' yesterday", you argue, even though you can already hear the way your resistance is crumbling as his eyes meet yours again, some of that feral fighting instinct in there that you recognise from missions.

"That was the green ones, love", he corrects, plucking the bag of blue candies from your grip and shoving it back into the shelf. You gasp in outrage. "Just listen to me for fucking once and take the goddamn red candy."

You put your hands on your hips and narrow your eyes at him.

"Oh, since when is the fucking problem me listening to you?", you seethe, your lips still parted, ready to shoot a whole tirade at him in the middle of this 24/7 supermarket when you're suddenly interrupted by a hearty chuckle to your left.

Tangerine's head snaps around a nanosecond before yours does.

"I'm sorry", the elderly lady says, her hair white as snow and her arm looped through what you guess to be her husband's. "I didn't want to interrupt you two, I just- I can remember how stressful that was, being young, just married, dealing with the little ones..."

"I'm sure if we'd had these twenty-four hour stores when we'd just had children, we would have stood right there arguing too", her husband laughs.

You blink at them helplessly for a few moments. What the fuck is happening? Hello? Marriage? Kids?

"It gets better", the woman chuckles. "We're happy and stress-free now, aren't we?"

Her husband hums in agreement and presses a kiss to her temple.

"And you look like a lovely couple", she goes on, smiling at you. "You'll manage this stage too."

This stage.

Oh, dear lord.

She's talking about this stage of being married. This stage of having young children. Because you're standing in a 24/7 supermarket candy aisle with Tangerine, arguing about which colour to get for Lemon, which she seems to have interpreted as a nickname for your son.

Your fucking son. Your and Tangerine's son. In your marriage.

"Oh, um", you stutter, brushing a hand through your hair as you stare at the couple, doing your hardest not to cast even a fucking glance Tangerine's way. Your cheeks are stinging with heat. You don't need him to see that. "Actually, we're not-"

"Not married yet", Tangerine interrupts, his hand flexing and clenching around his bag of candy. Any train of thought you'd previously had shatters completely and your head whips around to him after all - is that a faint dust of pink on his cheeks? Is it really what you think it is? Fuck, should your heart be hammering this fast and strong and loud?

"Ah", the woman grins. "How times have changed. We'd had to get married as soon as I was pregnant."

"Are you engaged, then?", her husband asks, raising his eyebrows and smiling pleasantly.

They're so calm. Meanwhile, your heart is doing somersaults in your chest.

"Uh", you say, not all that intelligently.

"Yeah", Tangerine rasps, his voice hoarse somehow. "Few months now."

You blink wordlessly at him. What the actual fuck is he doing? There's no reason to lie. None. You're not undercover.

"That's nice", the woman smiles. "Well, have a good night then."

They're already half-turned away when she looks back over her shoulder.

"Oh, and for those candies", she adds with a conspicuous grin. "Just take both. Let your son decide which he likes better when they're side by side."

You swallow.

"Uh, thanks", you mutter, unsure if they can even still hear. "Good night."

Tangerine drops the bag of candies into your cart. Then he's quiet. And you're quiet.

Too quiet.

For too long.

You don't know what the hell has just happened.

"Tangerine", you breathe, your voice low, and your eyes settle on him slowly. "Since when are we engaged?"

He grunts and drags his eyes away from you, grabbing your bag of blue candies off the shelf again and putting it in the cart with the other one.

"Since fucking never, love", he grumbles, just before his hands close around the handles of the cart. "But I wasn't about to say that, was I?"

"No?", you guess with a frown as you force yourself to move, to trail after him down the aisle. "Because?"

Tangerine turns to look at you like you're mad.

"Because they could've been fucking spies, love", he snarls, as though that's obvious and you're somehow dumb for not thinking of it.

"You're not serious."

He can't be serious.

But he stops the cart and turns to look at you, way too close and way too tall, and if you'd thought you had seen a blush on his cheeks before, it was definitely gone by now. There's that familiar dangerous glint in his eyes instead. Somehow, that puts you more at ease.

"Do you see me bloody laughing?", he seethes, his fingers clenching so hard around the handle that his knuckles turn white.

"I don't think I've ever seen you laugh", you mutter and swallow hard at the way his eyes fixate on yours. "You really made up a whole ass lie for an eighty-year old couple because you thought that they could be spies?"

Tangerine huffs and turns back, pushing the cart with even more ferocity now.

"Yes, love", he grunts.

Your stomach drops. You don't know why.

Instead of dwelling on it, you fiddle with the rings on your hands and fall in step with him.

"Well", you hum. "If you ever do buy me a ring, I don't want it in blue or in red."

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #bullet train tangerine #bullet train tangerine x reader #x reader

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eboshishusbandwinkwink · 4 months

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Eddie Munson x M!reader

Minors D.N.I

Warning: alcohol use, flirting, naughty thoughts, Makeout, dry humping, hair pulling, biting

Summary: Eddie has never met someone with the same dream as him, and when he meets reade for the first time, his heart basically imploded.

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You looked down at your cousin with a small frown. "Dustin. I swear to God. If you're trying to play matchmaker again, I will kick your ass."

Dustin waved his hand dismissively. "I want to introduce you to a friend of mine. You're both in a band, so I'm sure you two could get along pretty well."

"Dustin!!" You said angrily, but we're interrupted by a door opening and a boy coming in.

When you saw him, you could've sworn your heart stopped for a second.

His hair looked so puffy and touchable, while his cheeks were looking soft but not round. His chin and jawline were sharp, and his nose was quite small.

His clothing style also wasn't too bad, either. He wore a bracelet on his right hand and a watch on the left one. His shirt was black and white with a motive saying 'Hellfire club', which you assumed was the DnD club that Dustin had told you about. His jeans sat tight against his legs, which, if you were entirely hoenst, you wouldn't mind having around your neck.

Dustin walked past you and smiled widely. "Eddie! There you are! You're late." Said male waved his hand lightly as he looked away from Dustin. "Shut up. I had to help Wayne so I took a little longer."

Dustin laughed and turned to you. "Well, Eddie, this is (Y/n). (Y/n), that's the guy I told you about who also is in a band, Eddie."

For a moment, you swore you saw excitement in Eddies eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had showed up.

You walked up closer to shake the males hand softly. "Hi. Nice to meet you." You said confidently, and he repeated your words but seemingly much less confident.

You couldn't help but smile since you found his behavior absolutely adorable in a way you couldn't fully explain.

There was a moment of silence until Dustin spoke up again. "Anyway, since I introduced you two now, I have something to do, so you two surely keep each other busy."

With that, he left.

And this was where you swore to yourself that you'd beat his ass later if this wouldn't go well.

"I'm... so sorry about him.", you mumbled softly, but Eddie laughed and shook his head. "All good. I'm already used to it."

You laughed along with him as you sat yourself on one of the plenty chairs. "Dear lord, I can't believe it. He always does this."

Eddie raised a brow as he looked at you. "Really? Why, though? I mean... what does it do for you?"

You sighed, pretending not to know, since you didn't need Eddie to know that Dustin was trying to matchmake them. "I wish i could tell you."

Eddie nodded softly as he looked away. "So... you're in a band?" He asked carefully and you nodded this time, pulling up your legs to sit on them. "Yup. I'm the drummer and soloist. I don't know why, but people love my drum solos."

Eddie tilted his head softly. "Really? That's cool! I'm a guitarist and singer. Though we hardly even have an audience. I mean... it mostly consists of drunk old men."

You laughed softly and shook your head lightly. "Well, how about I watch you guys next time? Tell me when and where. I'll be there."

Eddie perked up and smiled widely. "Really? You'd come? It's Thursday, 7 pm at The Hideout."

You nodded softly, making a mental note to ask Dustin later where exactly The Hideout was. "Alright. I'll be there."

The following Thursday, you stood in front of The Hideout at 6:50 pm, waiting a little more before finally walking in and getting yourself a drink. You then moved to the front of the stage where Eddie was already getting ready with the rest of his band.

The moment he saw you, he was beaming, which slightly unsettled his friends since this wasn't exactly normal behavior for Eddie.

He waved at you, and you waved back lightly. He looked really pretty up there, and it made you wonder if he'd look cute with you holding him against a wall and kissing him too.

You shook your head quickly to get your thoughts back together before you listened to Eddie and the rest play.

They played for about an hour before finally finishing. By then, you were kinda drunk already, and your head was a bit dizzy from it.

You walked to where you saw Eddie, lightly holding onto him as you stumbled into his arms, even if you didn't really think it was a good idea.

He caught you with a small laugh and pat your arm gently. He then sat down with you and you smiled lightly.

You looked at him for a small moment. "Dude, your singing is amazing.", you whispered to him as you reached for him a little. "I want to hear more of it."

A laugh escaped Eddie as he held you up lightly. "Thanks, man. You can come again every Thursday."

You shook your head and laid it down on the table. "No. I wanna... hear you more... privately." You mumbled softly. "You have... a nice voice. Really calming."

Eddie blushed lightly as you kept complimenting him more and more. So much so that he eventually got you out and made sure to get you back to Dustin safely.

Afterwards, Dustin and Eddie talked.

"Yeah, (Y/n) can't take alcohol very well. It always makes him much more talkative than usual.", Dustin explained to which Eddie nodded.

"I can tell. He uh.... He decided to compliment my voice... and my hair. And... other things.", the long-haired brunette mumbled with a red face.

Dustin laughed and nodded eagerly. "He does love doing that when he's drunk. He's done it to others before."

Eddie looked at him, almost as if he were a little disappointed. "He... does that to others, too?"

"Yeah, but only if he actually likes them.", Dustin explained, keeping a close eye on Eddie to see his reaction.

Both of them looked up when a sound was heard from where they'd left you. You were on your feet, your hip laying against the edge of a table as if you'd just ran into it.

Dustin sighed and crossed his arms a little. "You know what? How about you go home and I'll take care of that helpless case?", he recommended with a sigh.

Eddie hummed softly and nodded. "Yeah, alright. Make sure he stays safe, alright?"

Just a few months later, you were sitting in Eddies trailer, your back against his headboard while he was sitting beside you, the smoke of the joint you'd just smoked still very much present.

Your hands caressed his hair lightly while he had his face nuzzled against your chest gently.

You'd realized that you'd started liking Eddie in a way that you couldn't entirely handle. You'd fallen in love with him. And that in such a short time, it scared you.

The worst part was that you were here to visit and not to stay, so having these feelings for him only made you feel even worse.

How would you contact him? Would he forget about you? Would he not care? Does he even feel the same?

All those questions clogged your brain so much so that you couldn't listen to the male on your chest talking to you about something.

"(Y/n)! Are you even listening to me??", he asked with a small pout to which you slightly rubbed your forehead softly. "Sorry, Eds. I'm thinking a little much right now."

Eddie raised a brow as he laid his head down on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. "What about?"

You looked down at him for a moment before sighing softly. "Well... you. Me. Us."

Eddie looked at you and raised a brow. "Us? Explain."

You groaned softly and stared at the ceiling. "It's just that.... we get along so well. I love spending time with you. Talking, singing, playing and just doing random shit. And I'm... scared, yknow?"

Eddie shook his head softly as he kept watching you. You took his face in your hands and shook him lightly. "I'm not here to stay, Eddie. I'm here to visit. I'm leaving in a while again and... and I don't want to lose you as a friend. Okay? You're... really cool and funny. Smart and kind. It makes me so... upset." You explained as you looked into his eyes.

Eddies eyes widened slightly. You could see in his eyes that there was not a single proper thought behind those eyes.

You let go of him and lowered your hands, though before you had the chance to do anything else, he grabbed onto your collar and pulled you in just to kiss your lips.

Your hands found their way to his hips and grabbed them roughly just to pull him closer. Your kiss held for a few seconds, and by the time you two pulled back, it'd felt like you sobered up ever so slightly.

Eddie and you stared at each other before you both went in for another kiss, this time having your tongues dancing with one another.

After a while of you two making out, Eddie subconsciously started rutting against your clothes thigh lightly, just wanting to get the feeling of something against him.

You continued to hold his hips, lightly pushing your leg up against Eddies hard cock, lightly rubbing it against him which made him moan and trembled.

You could tell that Eddie was a virgin and you loved everything about it. He looked adorable while rutting against your leg with full force, his face buried in your neck as his hands held onto your arms for dear life.

He hummed and moaned in your ear as your hands went to tug at his hair lightly, your lips ghosting over his throat before you bit right into his Adam's apple.

A bone-chilling moan escaped him as he had a dry orgasm running through his body like electricity when someone touched a cable.

He fell against you and your arms wrapped around him lightly, kissing his head gently. Eddie giggled softly before whispering to you.

"Please date me. I don't care if that means I'll need to write letters or be ready to call at all times. I want you as my boyfriend."

You nodded softly and kept kissing his head softly. "If that's what you want. I'll be the last one to complain about it."

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#eddie munson #stranger things #x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x male reader

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sunny-mercya · 2 months

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Sounds like a Melody – Rewind

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Requested by -> @r0sep3tal

Masterlist | Part 2 | Related OS | Song

Give me more tragedy, more harmony and fantasy, my dear

Set it alight, we're head over heels in love

In the darkest hour of Greece's history, when the rotten torture—from Pandora's Box—of sickness, death, despair and destruction rolled through the lands—which mankind wouldn't be able to remember at all, although the evidence being buried deep for the decades of the future—and where doom had being sealed the fates of humanity—there was a minimal ray of sunshine, peeking through the gloomy skies above.

Apollo had been forbidden by Lord Zeus, his own father, to descend down onto earth and giving his help and blessing to the humans—which looked so pitifully and utterly gracelessly, that there certainly was a truth about their bound destiny of doom.

Even so, Apollo did his best to abide by Zeus rules—or at least tried to—but something, someone, seemed to call out to him—a pull of lulling towards the below down of Greece and Apollo just got a little bit too curious.

When Apollo got down from Mount Olympus, in a moment where Zeus—like a scold little boy or more like, fearful husband—tried to appease Hera—after she found out that her dear Husband cheated again—and being unobservant towards his duty of watching over the other gods and goddesses—Apollo looked, in the eyes of humans, like a literal ray of Sunshine touching—like a kiss—the very ground of earth.

Apollo didn't need to roam around and through the lands of Greece too long—ignoring the longing and pleading eyes, infected with pain and suffering despair of tormenting sadness, from pitiful humans—finding the source of such tingly nerve pulling rather quickly.

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There you lay—it's you, Demosonos and Son of Nxy, you're the source of it. Apollo hesitated, aware of what you're capable of—knowing from first hand experience, more like watching from afar, how monstrous strong and dangerous you were—in his steps, bow slowly drawn and ready to shoot an arrow through your skull. He didn't though.

Slowly Apollo comes near to you, observant wary as he's a warrior and son of Zeus after all. Though he soon came to realise, that you—besides of who you are or once supposed to be as Zeus's marks of banning, were clear like the stars in the night sky, scarring your skin—weren't a fearsome threat after all. Not anymore at least.

How you laid there, barely—nonexistent—conscious, spasming and withering in pain and gasping for breath, whimpering in between and newborn like cries escaping your blood smeared lips—you're even more pitiful to watch than the humans.

The young god—definitely a child of Zeus, that glint of superiority in his eyes was a trademark all of Zeus children had—looks down on you, with his ocean blue eyes and for moment within your misery of pain, you're lost in his beauty of sun kissed skin and golden locks of hair—but then, with his soft lips—so kissable—he calls you, simply and blunt, pitiful.

You scrunched up your face the best you could, wanting to show this arrogant god just how angry and strong you are. You couldn't, haven't the strength anymore left in you and all you wanted to do was sleep.

Maybe he was right and you're truly are pitiful, worthless even. You're Demosonos—son of Nxy—and couldn't even beat Zeus like Mother, she had such high hopes of exceptions, had asked you to do. Disappointment.

You're Demosonos—son of Nxy—and........who are you again? What's your name? Do you even have one?

Apollo wasn't sure why—or maybe he does know, because when it comes to fates and upon destiny, the inner core of the person always knows—he picked you up and brought you to his own realm of clouds, but he did—fully aware of the upcoming thundering rumbling.

Till the day of trial would come—and it does come as Zeus wouldn't let such disobedience pass so easily—Apollo took care of you—treating your wounds, feeding you ambrosia till you couldn't stomach it anymore and overall letting you heal and recover.

Through that time and process of healing, Apollo got to know you more and the pull of fate and tightened more around his heart.

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»How dare you to not only disobey me, but to also grant that shameful excuse of vile monstrosity your protection?!« Zeus voice hollered through the Olympian Senate—voice rich with brewing crackling thundering anger.

Apollo didn't flinched this time, when his father had raised his voice and directed his anger at him. This time Apollo stood his ground, tall and confidently.

»Don't you dare to speak ill of [Name] as if he's nothing but a creature! Not only did I grant him protection but I also vowed it to him as [Name] is my destined partner, the mighty stars themselves said so, for eternity!« Apollo too, could raise his voice in anger just like his father

»Mighty Lord and Father of the Olymp, if I may speak as I have perhaps a–« you begun, but Zeus cut you off with his own voice.

»You vile creature dare to speak in the grace of mine?! I will–«

»Father! Let him speak or I will make it happen that the nights are endless!«

A chaos of voices and discussions broke out. In the end they all do came to an agreement.

Zeus, pleased with the idea—still disgruntled about it, that even though he would rather kill or bann you into something akin to death, but couldn't as it is prophetic fate from the stars of stars themselves and that means, Zeus couldn't do anything about it—that he has you now in his control, had given his blessing to his son.

The agreement was; you pledging endless—for eternity and beyond—loyalty to Zeus and in times of war you're the guard dog—personal demon per se—of the Olymp.

To fully archive this, there had been not only a binding wedding ceremony—to Apollo of course and a pledge of blood vow to Ares, because if you went out of control or go against Zeus, it would be Ares himself who has to kill you—but you were also gifted a new name and personality—[Name], minor god of Tranquility and slumber.

Your old powers are still inside you and could only be released with Zeus permission or in a moment of desperat need—immediately danger for example.

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Give me more tragedy, more harmony and fantasy, my dear

The ringing of your laughter, it sounds like a melody

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #malereader #oneshot #fluff #xmalereader #percy jackson series #apollo x male reader #percy jackson and the olympians #apollo #thanks for the request!#request ask

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rustingcat · 6 months

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Midnight

"Kara, can you come over to look at something?" Lena asked with clear worry in her voice.

They’d spent the past 6 weeks since the decision having their lunch breaks in the lab, checking daily on the pods. So it was unusual for Lena to call her in the middle of the night, Lena's concerned voice woke her up in a second.

Kara made it to the lab just as the clock struck midnight. She hurried to Lena's side, feeling a shot of anxiety run through her body. In those few milliseconds she already had the worst scenarios run through her mind; did their baby have a terrible mutation? Did they develop a terminal disease? Were they already dead?

Kara swallowed hard as the air around her felt thicker and harder to breathe. "What's wrong?"

"It could be a problem with the machine, I'm just not sure I'm reading it right. Look at this." Lena pointed out to the live ultrasound view on the terminal. They only got it working recently, prioritising it last in favour of more important tests. "It could be the angle, or I don't know, I might be reading it wrong." Lena continued.

Kara studied the screen closely, following Lena's finger as she pointed the anomaly out. The image on the screen was clear, as Kara's eyes grew bigger with the realisation and her smile spread bigger on her lips. "Oh, Rao." Her hand went to cover her mouth in shock as she took a slight step back. Joy and anxiety spread freely in her body.

"So it's-"

"Twins!" Kara exclaimed loudly. "Oh Rao, we're having twins!"

"Dear lord." Lena slammed down on the nearest chair, clearly not as excited as Kara was. "I really hoped I was reading it wrong."

"What? Why? It's great news Lena! Double the excitement!" Kara always wanted a sibling growing up on Krypton, specially she wanted a twin like her mother.

"It's double the trouble. Kara, do you know how hard it is to handle twins? It's two human-Kryptonian hybrids running around causing trouble and refusing to sleep."

"I know, I know, but it's still exciting! They'll have the perfect playmate to play with, someone to always understand them at every stage of their life, someone to confide with when things are tough and the world doesn't make sense."

"I… it's still going to be super difficult."

"Being super is kind of my speciality." Kara said with a smirk.

"Don't play cute with me Supergirl, you know what I mean." Despite the jab she seemed to have calmed down a bit. "I didn't even know that twins were possible to get in the machine to be honest." She added.

"Oh yeah, it is. Twins actually run in my family, I probably should've mentioned that." Kara bit her lip.

"Yes," Lena muttered. "Speaking of sharing important information, I think this is probably a good time to have that talk." Lena said reluctantly as she got up from the chair and gestured for Kara to follow her to the couch.

Kara did and took the seat next to her. She wasn't sure she was ready to confront it yet, to make it real, but then again the image on the screen was very real, and Kara promised to do everything in the world to keep those two little beans safe and sound.

"What should we start with?" Kara cleared her throat, preparing herself mentally and physically for it.

"God, we have so much to talk about. We're going to raise half Kryptonian children together in a few months, there's a lot to cover. We'll probably not get to everything today, but we can start with what we can for today. Like where are we going to live? Are we even going to live together?"

"Of course we'll live together!" Kara quickly responded. "If you want to of course, I wouldn't force you to do anything, I just think that it would be better. For the babies and stuff." Kara cleared her throat again.

"Yes, I think that would be for the best." Lena agreed, her cheeks slightly flashed. "Now, the question is which house. Considering your house doesn't even have one bedroom, I would say it's out of the question. My penthouse has only two and a half extra rooms, which in the long run might be a problem if we wanted to include a home office and a room for each child."

"Right, well, getting a new place is expensive. And I know you have money but this is a responsibility we share, so I want to be able to contribute equally. We're gonna need a really big house with lots of rooms, preferably in the downtown area. That's gonna be really expensive. I am making much better money in my new position, so I can start saving up and might be able to afford something in a year or so if I get a good mortgage." And cut off some of her food supplies and any fun purchases and so on. It wouldn't be ideal, but it was doable.

"Hmm." Lena's eyebrows furrowed as she pondered their options. "Well, the apartment below me is actually empty for security reasons, we could possibly take over it and connect it to my place. The renovation should be much cheaper and give us more time to save up for if and when we want to get something bigger." Lena was obviously a genius. She never doubted that, but she still felt herself filled up with pride and joy every time Lena made it apparent.

"What about the security measures?"

"We can figure out new ones. Plus we can probably open up a convenient roof entrance for when you need to leave quickly."

"Right. Well, how big are the renovations? Do you know how long they'd be and how much it's going to cost?"

"I'll have to get back to you on both once I settle on a construction company, but I would imagine it would probably take a couple of months." Lena shrugged.

"Okay, so if you need a place to stay, you can stay with me and once it's done we can move in together, as a family." Kara smiled at her excitingly, reaching out to take her hands. Lena's eyes darted immediately to their joined hands, but made no move to take them away. "I assume the place is yours so you don't pay rent."

"Haha no." Lena chuckled.

"Mortgage?" Kara tried.

Lena raised an eyebrow "Kara, need I remind you that I'm an actual billionaire?"

"Yeah, okay. I just feel bad because this is your place, like you paid for all of this."

"And you're gonna help me pay for the renovation to make it ours. Plus, don't worry, we'll have plenty of expenses. We still have a whole lot of shoppings to get done."

Kara's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Not before the three month mark. We want to make sure before we buy." She had a point.

"Yes I know," Kara nodded in disappointment. "I should probably talk to Kal at some point, maybe he and Lois can give us some advice on raising half Kryptonian twins." She suggested.

"Good idea. Although, it's best to talk to them after we tell everyone else, meaning after three months."

"Why does it feel like forever?"

"Eager to become a parent?" Lena teased.

"A bit." Kara answered honestly.

Lena only squeezed her hands in response. They sat together in silence for a moment before Kara made a realisation.

"Oh!" She got up from her seat, startling Lena as she rose.

"What? Kara is everything alright?" Lena asked, concerned.

"I first thought it was some new parts in the machine, but it isn't." Kara felt her eyes getting blurry with tears. "I can hear them." She turned her head to Lena once she reached the pod. "I can hear their little hearts."

Lena walked up to her and interlocked her fingers with Kara once more. "They'll be here soon." Lena promised. Kara put her forehead to Lena's, closing her eyes and focused on the tiny beating sound. "I can't wait to meet them."

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#was waiting to get to this part #who wanted a talk? well you get this #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #my art #my fic

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thegayeststarfish · 5 months

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If you start writing fics, can I suggest writing some miss peregrine centric fics, either fluff or angst, as there is no way near enough of it

Teachers Pet

Alma Peregrine x Reader wlw

Warnings: Legal age gap, no others I think?

"Are you paying attention?" Miss Peregrine snaps, she's my history teacher. But the problem is, she's gorgeous and im gay.

"Yes ma'am. I'm paying attention." I respond, her green eyes boring me. Her black hair is in a bun, there's only a few bits of hair it from the wrong hair. Her hair amazes me, the way the bits of blue show in the sun.

After a few seconds she turns back to the board. We're currently learning about 1940. She's always so knowledgeable it's amazing. Her black button up, and skirt. I can't help zoning out into a daydream. Which I'm knocked out of by the bell.

"Miss y/n. Stay behind please." She sounds slightly frustrated, which is terrifying. "Yes ma'am." I still place everything into my bag so I'm ready to leave.

After the last student files out she focuses her attention on me. I'm still in my seat which makes her look taller than me, and oh lord. "Yes miss?" I ask uncertainly, I'm not sure why I'm here, well not a definite reason. "Because miss y/n. I want to talk about you paying attention more. You've been distracted off in la la land. And i need you to focus on class." Her voice sounds so h- professional. So i nod and look down. "I'll let you off this time, but I want your attention Monday, you hear me? Now go on" She finishes. "Yes ma'am."

I'm rushing down the halls, her class is the last of the day. So I go out looking for Jacob. Jacob is one of my best friends. Finally finding him I call out; "Jacob! Wait up!" I wave out to him and he looks over smiling. "Hey y/n, wanna come to my place this weekend?" He offers, he's my friend because he's the only person who's genuinely been my friend without trying to get in my pants. And so I agree.

One hour later

Knocking on his front door I readjust my bag on my shoulder. He offered to have a gaming sleepover. And of course I said hell yea. But when I tell you the last thing I expect happened, it did. And that's when my teacher, Miss Peregrine opened the door.

"Oh hi, Miss? Uhm, what are you doing here?" I'm nervous and it definitely showed on my face. "Because dear, I live here." Oh. Oh my lord. For one, she just called me dear. And two, I'm about to have a sleepover in my teacher crushes house. "Oh? I wonder why Jacob didn't mention you?" I laugh as if it's a light joke. "Well he mentioned you. Come in dear, he's upstairs in his room."

I've never gone up a set of stairs so fast. I burst into if room and in a panicked whisper ask; "Why the hell didn't you tell me Miss. Peregrine lives with you?!" He looks confused for a second before laughing. "I totally forgot that crush you have on-" He's suddenly cut off with a amused look on his face. "Crush on who?" I feel my stomach drop at the familiar voice. I still jump slightly in surprise. "Anyways, I need to talk to you Miss y/n."

I take a deep breath and turn to follow her. She walks at a reasonable pace while I follow. She finally turns into a random room and looks to me as I follow her in. She then closes and locks the door behind me. And to my surprise, she kisses me.

I'm so taken by surprise I stiffen. Her hands are on my face and her lips on my lips. And after a second, I melt into her. Her lips taste like coffee. And she smells like roses and the ocean. And when she pulls away I already miss her. "I've known you liked me since the beginning. You don't zone out dreamily staring at someone you hate." She whispers then kisses me again.

#alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine book #wlw

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elderberries-and-honey · 1 month

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.・゜゜・𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 ･ﾟﾟ･｡ (author's note: this is meant to read as if she's been adding to it throughout the day when she finds time to write, hence the sort of choppiness of the entry)

Dear Diary,

Oh, how long it feels since I received my tickets to the theatre, I can hardly fathom that it's truly arrived! All my life I have dreamt of seeing the great works performed on the stage, and my darling husband has somehow made it come true.

Drearily though, this also means that Millie must leave us and return home. She is traveling alongside us into London and we are to part ways at the station. I hate to think of her being away but I have tried not to let it get the better of me.

After she helped me with delivering Atticus, I know now more than ever that she is needed at the workhouse. Lord only knows there are too few midwives who are as compassionate, caring and attentive to women as she is.

Before we set off to the station, everyone gathered in our backyard to bid her farewell and see us off for our trip, with the exception of Valerie who is working longer hours at the pub in Lawrence's absence.

Poor Louise was not taking it all too well. Her and Millie have become very close in their time together here and she turned herself into a mess many times throughout their goodbye. I think I heard her make Millie promise to write half a dozen times before I excused myself to ensure Lawrence was ready to leave, which was silly of me to even ask.

He has been packed since last week and is nearly more excited than I am. I think we could go anywhere though, and he would be more than gladdened to get away. He deserves a good, long holiday but I can only hope this small one will suffice for now.

Beth is going to stay at the house with Ozzy while we're away, and Louise and Jackson are taking Atticus with them back to their cottage. Beth insisted she could look after both our babies and was particularly sour with Lousie over it throughout the day. Nevertheless, everyone else was in agreement it would be far too hard on her and I was silently thankful for this. She is a brilliant lady, but I think she forgets she is growing older.

Truthfully, I troubled myself to leave our children at all. Atticus is still small, no matter how quickly he's growing these days, and Ozzy struggles to be without me somewhere in the nearby, even if it seems he still prefers Beth's company over mine. I have long since stopped trying to fix this, and have been trying to learn how to accept it, even if it still aches in my heart.

We will only be gone for two days but even one seems like far too many. Lawrence has assured me countless times they are in good hands and I know he's right. We are surrounded by people who love and adore our children, and care for them as if they were their own, but I couldn't help fretting over it despite this.

And after all, we are going to see a play written by the beautifully talented Oscar Wilde and how wrong it feels for my Oscar not to be there to see it! Someday, though, we will travel to London and see the great arts together as a family.

The train ride from Wales to London always startles me with how quickly it passes by. You step into the train car and the next thing you know you're already on the platform surrounded by people. It seemed much longer when Lawrence and I first began writing to each other. I would wait for what felt days to receive his letters and it made the distance between us seem much farther than it was.

That's one thing I do miss about London, the hustle and bustle of the inner city and all the interesting strangers you encounter. Seldom do I try to converse, but that's hardly what's entertaining, is it? I think it's much more fascinating to watch them!

But, I was grateful no one seemed to feel the same (too many places to be and people to see, I suppose) because bidding Millie farewell hurt worse than I could have fathomed.

Even Lawrence found himself a bench to occupy, pretending to be terribly interested in the advertisements, so Millie and I could have our "almost" private moment. He is a tender hearted man and I hope we didn't keep him waiting too long.

We hugged each other for a good long while, and whenever I would begin to think I was ready to let go, another bout of tears started to fall. We promised not to wait so long to see each other this time. The few years that we quarreled were agonizing and I will never know what life is like without her ever again.

There is a bond young girls make, one that stays with you in your heart beyond when your time comes, and I'm grateful to have Millie tucked safely inside of mine.

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(Canon-divergence where Joffrey is the child of Jacaerys and Cregan after they're wed to ensure an alliance between their houses)

By the gods was sex with Cregan Stark good.

No, it was more than that-it was fucking /heavenly/.

Jacaerys first finds this out for himself on their wedding night when the Lord of the North takes his maidenhead and bites into the corner of his neck, ensuring a lasting bond, his knot making a home inside of his soaked cunt.

Gods, Jacaerys never wanted to leave that moment. It was one of the best experiences of his life, something he'll never forget.

But, something even greater was created that night.

A babe. An heir to the Iron Throne. The Realm's newest delight.

And also it's newest terror.

"Mama."

Jacaerys willed the gods to give him patience.

"Mama!"

"Joffrey," Comes his husband's rough, sleepy voice from beside him on their bed. "We're sleeping. Go back to your bed. Actually, who the hell let you in here?"

It appears to matter not as Joffrey manages to climb onto their mattress, his tiny arms and legs lifting him up as he grunts and whines and nearly flips himself over trying to get to them. Normally, Jacaerys might've reached over to help him but, his exhaustion ran deep for he was still half asleep.

"Mama, mama," Little Joffrey sang as he crawled up to him and in-between his parents. "Mommy. Sleep with you, please?"

Jacaerys sighs and lifts up the covers.

"M'kay," He murmurs and immediately, Joffrey is clapping his little hands and burrowing into their warmth. "Jus' for a little."

Cregan rolls over to face his husband and their babe, huffing in amusement as Joffrey practically stitches himself to the side of his mate in an attempt to be as close to him as possible.

"Little terror," He teases as he leans over and kisses all over his little boy's head of curls. Joffrey squeals and swats at him with his tiny fingers. "Go to /sleep/, boy. Else I'll banish you to the wall forever."

"Nooo! No, dada!" Joffrey giggles and shakes his legs, making Jacaerys grunt and huff a laugh.

"Be still, Joff," Jacaerys yawns. "Sleep."

"Okay, mommy."

Cregan groans. "Why does he only listen to you?"

"Perhaps it is because I carried him for nine months and then nearly died birthing him."

"Eh, I still think foul play is involved."

"SHHH! Dada, shhh," Joffrey suddenly grins and reaches over to put his tiny hand over his father's mouth, giggling as he gets a feel for Cregan's thick beard. "Sleepy time now."

Cregan scoffs but kisses his palms, making Joffrey cackle.

"Alright, little terror," He teases again. "Back to sleep with us and, when you wake up, I'm making Aemond and Lucerys deal with you for the day. Prepare them for the battle that is raising a pup."

Joffrey gasps, delighted. "Uncle Lukey?!"

Jacaerys shushes him and kisses his face. "Shhh, sweet boy," He whines. "Hush now. Yes, you can spend time with Uncle Aemond and Uncle Luke /later/. Let mama and dada sleep for just a few more hours, please?"

"Okay, mama."

"Thank you, dear boy."

Cregan rolls his eyes fondly and wraps his arms around his family protectively as they all cuddle and close their eyes. It isn't even five minutes later before they're all once again snoring away, the sun slowly rising behind the horizon ready for the start of another day.

#jacaerys targaryen #cregan stark #jacaerys x cregan #cregan x jace #lucemond #lucerys x aemond #house of the dragon #joffrey velaryon

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terriwriting · 5 months

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Both parties are the same, right?

"You are promising America tonight you would never abuse power as retribution against anybody?" Hannity asked. "Except for Day One," Trump said.

"The Lord told me very clearly to prepare and be ready. 'Be ready for what? Okay, I don't know.' 'We're coming to a Red Sea moment.' 'What does that mean, Lord?' And then, when the speaker's race happened, and Kevin McCarthy — a dear friend of mine — was deposed, vacated from the chair. Oh, wow. Well, this is what the Lord may have been preparing us for. And so, I started praying more about that. And then the Lord began to wake me up through this three-week process we're in, in the middle of the night, and to speak to me and to write things down — plans and procedures and ideas on how we could pull the conference together. Now at the time, I assumed the Lord was going to choose a new Moses. And, 'Oh, thank you, Lord. Lord, you're going to allow me to be Aaron to Moses!' And so, I worked to get Steve Scalise elected speaker. That didn't happen. And then Jim Jordan, who's like another big brother of mine. No, that didn't happen. And Tom Emmer. And, you know, ultimately, thirteen people ran for the post. And the Lord kept telling me to 'Wait, wait, wait,' so I waited, I waited, and then at the end, when it came to the end, the Lord said, 'Now, step forward.' 'Me? I'm supposed to be Aaron.' No, the Lord said, 'Step forward.'"

#donald trump #mike johnson #right wing extremism #republicans

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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Because I couldn't help myself... Enjoy 😈

Jesus He Knows Me

Also available HERE on A03!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

He walked towards his car, parked just outside of the house of the Lord he called his own. It was late, street lights lit up like stars illuminating the street as he took his leave. The dear priest sighed to himself, another long day spent with his right hand lifted in praise of Jesus and the other handing out the collection basket. He kept his true self hidden in plain sight from the masses and knew his time for penance would come before the dawn.

Jim pulled loose his collar, tucking the white tab in his pocket as he reached for his keys. His ear, ever listening—waiting. It wasn't long before, and as if by magic, that the telltale sound of blasphemous rock music came rolling up behind him. The eerie melodic sounds coming from an otherwise quiet car. The vehicle was long and sleek. Black as the night and tinted windows that dare not even let the light of God inside them.

Father Jim smiled, pulling his key back out from the lock and turning to face the car as it pulled up behind him. The priest, standing there in the moonlight ready for them. His body shadowed over by the large cross that stood proudly atop the steeple. Within seconds a familiar man in a mask had rolled down the window. Not a man at all but something else, something that looked of science fiction and deceit, beckoning Jim to listen as he addressed him. "Father…"

"Yes, my child?" Jim asked smugly.

"You know where we're going?" The masked ghoul asked, his sharp canines catching the glint off the street lights as he smirked.

"Of course." Jim nodded, the door to the back seat opening up for him.

Before he knew it, they had arrived. Car pulling up to the large wooden doors outside the Ministry. Father Jim bit his lip. Tasting the tang of his blood and feeling his pants tightening up at the mere sight of the building.

The masked man opened the door for him. The father stepped out, adjusting the lay of his jacket as he walked inside. This church belonged to a much more malevolent God, or so he preached compared to that of his own. He made his way to the chapel, giddy as a schoolgirl for what awaited him inside.

The doors pulled wide open, revealing his true place of worship. The chapel was open and quiet, the smell of ashes and incense filling his senses. Father Jim's eyes, darted straight to the lavishly dressed and skull painted man at the lectern. Papa Emeritus IV had called for him—and like a good Catholic boy he did as he was told.

"Jim…" Copia said, acknowledging his presence and finishing up a note before looking up from his papers.

"Papa." The priest responded, falling to his knees before him in the center of the nave. Copia looked down at him, cracking a smile before rounding the lectern and standing before him. He was menacing and beautiful, Jim thought to himself.

"So eager to please are we?" Copia teased, watching the swell beneath the Father's trousers grow.

"Always Papa…ah…" Jim whimpered as Copia pressed his shoe against the his hard cock.

"Hmmm…Jimmy. How delicious is the sin of Lust for which all of his wayward flock succumb." Copia hissed. Father Jim's jaw, becoming lax and mouth falling open. A trail of saliva finding its way along the side of his lip.

"I'm hungry Papa, please." He begged, Copia quickly removed the shoe from his crotch and turned around. Pacing the room in thought as he secretly wanted to watch as the clergyman suffered.

"Have you been sinful? Greedily spreading the so-called 'word' of you God...only for your personal gain?"

"Yes, Papa...I must confess. I have been prideful and gluttonous." He admitted. Copia turned to face him. White eye, burning with need. Jim swallowed back, feeling his heart pounding within his chest and his blood surging through his veins..

"Good. That's what I like to hear. Now come to Papa and receive communion." Copia purred. Jim attempted to stand up when Copia growled at him. "No! Crawl, crawl on your belly like the serpent. Show me how much you really want to be saved."

"Yes, your Excellency." He abided, crawling towards Copia on his belly and slowly moving to all fours. The front of his pants dampened, leaving a streak across the marble tile in his own precum. The scent of lust, emanating from him as he got closer. Copia took a deep inhale just as Jim reached him.

"You smell of semen, fitting for a filthy slut such as you are. Your kind, living in the new Sodom and Gomorrah of the times." He responded, sending a wink to the ghouls to leave them. Copia pushed his ornate blue and bronze robes to the side, freeing himself. Jim could hardly believe it as Papa's magnificent cock hung in front of him. Like a vision from Heaven above, revealed to the Father for worship. Leaky and thick, begging to be taken.

Papa took hold of Jim's jaw, running his thumb along the fluff of beard hair that graced it, pulling it all the way open for him. Allowing Jim to watch as he stroked himself. Jim felt his own cock twitch and pulse with anticipation. The Father's drooling, becoming obscene as he stared hungrily at the phallus before him.

"Please Papa. I have been such a good boy." Jim whined, shifting on his knees below him.

"Tell me what I want to hear. The words so sweet from your lips the night before your God's resurrection… tell me them and I will slip my cock into this greedy, filthy mouth." Copia commanded, running the swollen red tip over Jim's anxious lips.

"Hail Sa–" Jim began before cutting himself off. Suddenly Copia's shoe was back on his erection again. Pressing so hard Jim couldn't help but let out a yelp.

"I said SAY them Father, and I did NOT stutter." Copia snapped, continuing to dig his heel into him.

"Hail Satan!" Jim cried out, feeling as though he might explode. Copia began to chuckle, continuing to pleasure himself—his own hand brought him close to the edge.

"Good boy. Now you want the Eucharist Father? Then you shall have it in HIS name." Papa groaned, hands firmly grabbing the back of Jim's head. Slamming his cock past his lips into his throat. The father gagged a bit, tears pricking his eyes as he swallowed and gulped. Taking every inch of satanic panic he could.

Copia moaned, relishing the feel of his cock in such a pious mouth. Jim hummed along Papa's length, slurping and licking as his other hand reached to caress Papa's tensed sack. Copia panted heavy as the two men worked together as one. Thrusting into Jim's willing throat, the priest desperately trying not to cum on himself as he sucked on Copia's swollen shaft.

"Hsssss….no teeth." Copia groaned as Jim's teeth grazed the underside of his cock. Jim tried to mutter an apology, but his mouth was so full it only sounded like an amalgamation of disconnected, wet syllables between moans.

Soon Papa was close, his belly taut and his cock pulsing and ready. He drove himself deep into the back of Jim's throat a few times before popping his cock out from the Father's mouth. Spit stringing in the air like webs between them. Copia took his sex back into his own hands. Jerking himself hard and fast until he spilled his hot seed all over the father's face. fathery Jim's beard and mouth covered in sinful bliss as he smiled.

The father licked his lips, savoring the bitter yet salty taste of damnation Papa so graciously bestowed upon him. Copia stumbled over to the altar. Breathing ragged and cock soft and spent. Trying to compose himself before he spoke again. Jim got up on his feet, pants covered in cum from his own inevitable release.

Copia saw it, tightening his grip on his alb before letting out a groan. "You slut. How dare you cum without permission. Now be a good Father and drop the pants. Give me that tight hole of yours. Tonight is my time to rise again and make you mine. But not JUST mine Jimmy...you make wonderful fodder for my ghouls once I'm done with you." Copia hissed, Jim nodding in acknowledgement.

The rest of the night was a blur. Sex, fire, pain, pleasure. It all swirled together to where one was no longer distinguishable from another. Father Jim, the devout Catholic who led his parish with a heavy emphasis on giving—without getting, had been got. A man of the cloth, nothing but a heathen in the night. His ass offered up to Papa and his ghouls over and over again until they needed him not anymore. Leaving his clerical suit, covered in sweat and cum from his worship.

Jim was slowly coming to. The memory of the night before, returning to him as he opened his eyes—unsure of how he'd gotten home. It was then he realized the sun was too bright for behind his window. The smell of the air, too crisp and fresh from within his room. The birds chirping loudly finally alerted him to what he feared.

He sat up quick to find his naked body, covered in scratches and sticky from cum, on full display in the front of his church. His true nature—unhidden by his faith or cloth in front of everyone on Easter Sunday. He scrambled to collect himself. Rushing into the church, past the parishioners like lightning crashing to the sky. Papa had outted him on one of his holiest days. He was a whore and a sinner—and what a common sinner that he was.

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The Prewett case.

Wow, second publication, who would have thought ?

Today I'll talk about yet another controversial figure.

Leander Prewett.

For many, he is just a pitiful character who's far too proud, given his abilities. I wouldn't deny that I think much the same. He's way too haughty for his current abilities, we are talking about a boy who was almost crushed by some dragon's skull because he did not know how to correctly deflect his opponent's attack. In short, we're not going to rite a full thesis on this piece of detail of his character. Nope. Looking a little bit closer at dear Prewett, though, something struck me!

You ready ?

The resemblance is striking, isn't it?

The question here is ... are they from the same lineage … or not? So I searched everywhere and came across a detail concerning the grandfather of the Weasley children, it states that he had an imposing nose. We can only see that Leander is not left out at the nasal level. I think it's a genetic inheritance that he could very well have passed onto his descendants because according to my calculations, he would have been seventy-five years old when Molly was born, which seems a bit too old to me – so that is quite unlikely. It is more reasonable to consider him as Percy's great-grandfather. Apart from this physical aspect we cannot neglect one point concerning Leander, he's one hardworking fellow.

He certainly is boastful but in his description, it is implied that he works hard trying to live up to his house, even more so when we understand that his older brother was brilliant during his education although a bit of a cheater. A bit of trouble, if you may. This specific point is reminiscent of the complexes that Ronald Weasley would harbor a century later.

Perhaps like the latter, he would have an incompatibility with his wand which would reduce his magical abilities. Let's not forget that Percy's character is not foreign to what we can see quite clearly in Leander : this Gryffindor pride.

So theoretically it would look something like this:

Ultimately this is only speculation, but it has been pointed out that during the war against Lord Voldemort, the Prewett line died out, including their last male heirs: Gideon and Fabian. We can therefore assume that Leander's brother would only have had daughters, that if Leander had had another child, they would have been daughters as well. And finally concerning Ignatius Prewett, it is specified that he and Lucretia Black never had any child, so it makes the theory entirely possible.

What do you think ?

#leander prewett #percy weasley #weasley family #hogwarts legacy

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dadr0ckmusic · 2 years

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stranger things headcanons because i said so part 2 (the kids)

max mayfield

only eats green skittles

billy has told her multiple times that she needs to improve her taste in men

tried to get will to be treasurer of the mike wheeler hate club she founded. he said no

"are you ready to fucking rage?" "max we're only going to the dollar store."

she definitely takes those 6-hour, sweaty, bed-lined naps like everyday

makes those jokes like "why'd you turn the lamp on? to look at men? cause you're gay?" to mike

avid girl in red listener. "i thought you'd swing the other way since..." "WHAT THE FUCK BILLY"

"my bisexual bf and i in our straight passing relationship"

doesn't know how to spell courious,,,,, couiours,,,,, the thing george the monkey is

has zero school spirit. i don't blame her i would hate that school too

this girl LOVES hot wings and will murder everyone if they don't order wings when they get pizza

she got drugged REALLY BAD one year on halloween in cali. like girl was in third grade watching the wallpaper melt while being lectured for staying out late

would totally beat your ass if you went thrifting and found something cooler than her

she would totally get into metal/glam rock for approval from eddie and billy. eddie def took her to metallica's fort wayne concert in '86

i know this gal has a wagon full of ice and water balloons and she skates around hawkins and fucking hurls these water balloons at people she knows

dustin henderson

likes mint chocolate chip ice cream

he tried to learn a cool bike trick when he was in 4th grade and ended up breaking his arm and the bike. he never tried it again

his collection of hats is so dear to him you have no clue

takes care of a fake plant and doesn't know it. steve made robin and eddie vow to not tell him. dustin named it kevin

if he likes you enough absolutely NOTHING will get him to change his opinion on you. you killed a man? that's sick as hell. you beat steve's ass at some point? he needed sense knocked into him. you're cool as hell no matter what.

is a literal SLUT for gummi worms

call him 'casanova' or 'hot shot' and he'll be your best friend. his self-esteem would go through the roof

confuses people with facts and logic

total animal lover. he tried to be vegetarian once and gave up after like three days but its the thought that counts

him and eddie have an elaborate handshake (kind of like his and steve's in s3) and its so out of wack sometimes but always ends perfectly

he has a little photo album he hides in his closet and lucas found it one time and STILL gives him shit for it and blackmails him. "remember what i found in your closet dustin? it'd be a shame if someone were to know about it..." "okay FINE here's $20"

he cries wayyy more often than he wants to admit

he would have a crush on any steve-aged girl that ends up in the group. and when he met suzie he told the steve-aged girl that he was sorry he was off the market

he has so much gaydar its actually baffling.

will byers

he's just.... the sweetest kid on the planet

if you're apart of the lgbtq+ community, he'd be so understanding because he's gay (obvi) and he loves you! so much!

i know this mf would've made eddie postpone hellfire to go to lucas's game and watch him make the winning shot

he gets the most bitches in the party despite being gay. i do not make the rules.

he would be on the track team in high school

brings a camera with him EVERYWHERE and documents everything and makes a photo book for each person in the group

always always always worrying about your well-being especially after any upside down madness

him and max are BEST BUDS and it terrifies the party.

he would spend HOURS on a drawing for you and the meaning will make you cry. "it took a little while... but it's worth it because you mean a lot to me :)" tears ensue. "WILL BYERS YOU MEAN THE UNIVERSE TO ME"

talks to eddie for hours upon hours about lord of the rings/the hobbit. HOURS

always rides shotgun. he totally has the widest taste in music and it actually shocks people sometimes

THE. BEST. HUGGER. let me tell you. if you've been through it and he hugs you? the goddamn waterworks. no doubt about it.

makes mixtapes for everyone in the party. mixes in some prog rock for taste to 'widen their musical knowledge'

he's ticklish. but if you tickle him he's beating you to a pulp

sometimes he's SUCH a little shit and gets away with it so often

lucas sinclair

will made him a friendship bracelet and he hasn't removed it in three years.

he has really weird dreams. like when the party all stay at someone's house they always wake him up early and ask him what he dreamed about.

he likes apple juice and is very ashamed of it

if they ever go to a waterpark, lucas is FORCING mike to get on the biggest slides with him just to see him freak out

can't look at a waffle without thinking of el

threatened to sell mike to the commies once and mike didn't speak to him for a week

when max was in lucas's arms after vecna attacked her he remembered the "do you accept the risk" conversation and he broke.

one time during d&d he missed an attack against a dragon and punched the table so hard he fractured his wrist

when he shot billy in the face with the slingshot he was actually so proud of himself that he looked to see if anyone was watching and then he remembered the situation they were in

would listen the SHIT out of frank ocean.

is the opposite of "no homo" this fucker says "full homo bro" and leans in to kiss dustin lmfaooo

just so confused 24/7

him and will are absolute menaces. like they'll be getting yelled at by steve and they make eye contact with each other and fucking lose it

eleven

lesbian el ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

she loooves watching will do anything art-related

just so curious (i know how to spell curious i was joking earlier) about everything! wants to know everything about everything and will spend hours reading library books about a subject

had will braid her hair when it was long

has girls nights with max, nancy, and robin

learned about the concept of death later than normal and she sometimes says "i'm gonna miss you when you die" to someone in the party and it freaks them out

the party taught her how to ride a bike and now she BEGS them to go on bike rides even when its snowing

collects LOADS of funky socks cause she's a funky little lesbian

love love loves writing letters!! when she lived in lenora she sent soooo many letters to everyone, even steve

after the first time max painted her nails, it became her favorite color over time

keeps candy in her pockets ALL THE TIME just in case someone needs cheering up

remembers specific times and dates like when she got to california, when she met robin officially, and when joyce told her to trust her and that she's safe

gets everyone out of trouble at school because all the teachers love her

loves perfume so much. she's always asking max which ones she likes best so she can try them

mike wheeler

him and nancy fought over who got to name holly

i just KNOW this mf uses axe body spray like deodorant and its probably the reason el breaks up with him (besides the fact he's totally in love with will)

prefers coke over pepsi

eddie always compares mike to a spider and calls him skinny and gross and lanky and it sometimes makes mike sad but eddie truly doesn't mean it

scared of ladybugs

fucker hates pickles

he cried when xxxtentacion died when he really never listened to him before he died. mike even made him his lockscreen he was that devoted to being a fake fan

an asshole towards anyone he isn't friends with. even if someone in the party really likes this person he is NOT giving in

this little fucker needs his mommy to cut the crust off his sandwiches cause he's a BABY. he needs his mommy to tuck him into bed cause he's a BABY.

i know this dude's middle name is anthony or some shit

i know s2 mike would beat the FUCK out of s4 mike

his favorite animals are frogs and lizards cause he reminds me of a lizard

#stranger things volume 2 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things hc #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #el hopper #eleven #will byers #max mayfield headcanons #dustin henderson headcanons #lucas sinclair headcanons #will byers headcanons #eleven headcanons #mike wheeler headcanons #stranger things x reader

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noodles-n-soba · 1 year

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A God like dance

Scenario: Holding a ginormous feast for the people of Sumeru, you and Nilou make your appearances as the dancers. Little did you know that your devious mind had a great plan, ready to be executed on the spot.

CW: Archon quest spoilers!!~ Probably did not proofread.. again.

A/N: O MY GOD. Guys Im alive! I survived the testweek (though, the results are less pleasant for some subjects~..). I have another exam tomorrow purely for the sake of a Cambridge certificate... So basically, my life has been a mess! (Kinning all Anemo vision holders rn). However, now that I'm slowly getting back on my normal and healthy school pace, I am doing alright! Trying to crank in some fanfics too ;)

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"I can't believe the fake God was invited to the celebration party.. How come this even happen?" You looked over to your friend and fellow dancer, Nilou. "The Balladeer? Hmm, I assume it's Greater lord Kusanali's idea." You removed the fabric that covered your face, looking over to the sun that was slowly making its way into the ground. "This great heat is overwhelming.. We should quickly return to the city.. We are dancers, not adventurers." You notified discontent, wiping the pearls of sweat off your forehead. "Well, (Y/n), let's keep our hopes up. At least we've been useful for the Traveler and rest.. The plan worked out eventually!" She smiled kindly to you, making your frown reverse its ways. "I must say, I am pleased with the outcome.. But it's way too warm here. The city has some form of cool breeze." You eventually concluded, on your way to a cart being pulled forth by sumpterbeasts.

"Oh..! What are you doing?" With gracious movements you hopped on board, holding out your hand for the girl and smiled with teeth visible. "It's a lot easier, right? Sir?" You looked over your shoulder as you felt Nilou's hand intertwining with yours, pulling her aboard. "Of course, we're off to Sumeru city (Y/n) and Nilou! Hold on tight." The coachman responded excited, of course.. Your names were known all over Sumeru, the best performers of the land, your reputation was like a golden veil that fell over Sumeru. Eyes observing the desert you were slowly leaving behind, your body rocking back and forth as the cart traversed sandy roads.. You were looking forward to tonight, finally being able to meet that suspicious and human forged deity. As you slowly blinked and avoided sandy winds, Nilou and you reheard the program for tonight, the dances and the freestyle moment where both of you would do anything you like.

The sun slowly set, the theater cozily decorated with diverse decorations which made you feel at home again. Finally being able to put on your dance outfit made you feel relieved, you were wise enough to dress up into other clothes before you would smell sweaty from being tormented by such temperatures.

You finally arrived at the podium, looking around and observed the crowd of citizens as background music was already setting the mood. "Dear all..! Thanks for coming, we are very grateful and honored to have you among our midst..!" Nilou begun when the attention had shifting towards you two. But, who could miss the two of you, looking beautiful, colorful and gracious. Dressed with colorful patterns, the stage filled with lights and warm colors. "We hope you'll have a wonderful time here! Please, remember this day as something special!" You continued, the billion dollar smile on your faces made them all cheer and clap in excitement while Nilou and you took on your starting positions. As the music slowly made its presence in the theater, the two of you walked to each other with gentle steps, legs moving along with the beat and hands moving on to the rhythm. It almost seemed as if the entire place was sparkling like crazy, a mixture of beauty and amazing talent seemed to rain down on the people standing there.. Gaping at the two of you as you delivered an amazing dance. While dancing you finally noticed the lot standing right in the center, The Traveler, Al Haitham, Cyno, Dehya.. And this other guy who you didn't particularly knew personally. You and Nilou switched places on the stage, still dancing exactly in sync as your movements were precise and a sight for sore eyes. Calming down everyone, enchanting them and making them all gaze at you was your goal. They were supposed to forget everything, their work, their worries.. This was the final push the people of Sumeru needed according to the two of you.

Your act existed out of something simple yet complicated, you had to guess a lot.. And taking risks was what you were best at, but this mistake would probably leave you embarrassed. Nilou's solo act existed out of a dance and intertwined with her vision she would create a spectacle with a little touch of special effects. You, in fact, were trying something entirely else. This time you wouldn't use your vision, you would be completely independent from it. You would try to make him feel welcome in Sumeru.

With a smile beaming on your face you danced your way to the back of the podium, it was time for Nilou to perform what she was really good at. The lights switched onto her, finally you could observe the crowd in peace. All their eyes sparkled when they saw her, dancing around as it almost seemed as the entire building danced along with her. Her soft face expression when she made a slow turn, facing you for a second, gave you enough courage. You were going to do this correctly.. No doubt necessary! When her dance was over, she subtly gestured you to come forward while still dancing. You made your way in the spotlight again, and this time she faded into the darkness. With a few pirouettes you stood still on the stage, your breath uneven as your hands swayed around. Your eyes fell on the unknown guy, the fake God. At least, that was his alias. You were sure he was something entirely else now. You slowly stepped down the stairs and passed the crowd while keeping your body moving.. With eyes wide open they kept them on you, and with gentle taps on their shoulders they already moved out of the way for you until you reached the group of hero's. The crowd had made a big circle around you all, a gentle smile on your face while you gazed at the guy himself, he blinked a few times without moving.. frozen on the spot. You saw Dehya poking the Traveler's side, a smirk found on her face as you took the guy's hand and pulled him along with you towards the podium. His entire face turned a bright red shade, you softly chuckled and pulled him close without making everyone realize it wasn't part of the dance. "Relax and follow my steps.." You rapidly whispered into his ear, his hand gently resting in yours as you led him across your territory. Even though Scaramouche had never danced, he seemed like an absolute professional thanks to you. Being engulfed by your radiating skills they did not realize that he took a misstep once or twice, how he almost tripped over his own feet because he forgot that he should've moved to the right.. You were there, correcting him in some kind of way.. It seemed so perfect, as if you had practiced over a hundred times with him for this moment, this night. Your eyes sparkled and so did his, even though he would rather hide it by closing his eyes. But he couldn't, if he knew that he'd get dragged on stage.. He wouldn't even be convinced by The Dendro Archon to come. Well, there he was.. In front of a great dancer and beautiful figure, he didn't even know your name yet.. And you didn't knew his. But still, you were dancing with him and leading him around, whispering what he was supposed to do with 1 word and making it clear with that only. How special you were.

Minutes seemed like seconds, how long was he staring into your eyes again? Star shapes had appeared in them, indicating your mental success for this performance. You smiled once more to Scaramouche, Nilou appearing on stage to cover him up and to give the final dance together with you. He slowly disappeared to the back without you even saying he was supposed to do so, he saw your smile, remembered your smell, felt your aura caressing his own skin.. You turned your head to the crowd again as you gave it your all for the last time tonight. Observing you up close was a great experience, forgetting how detestable he was about the idea of going to such an event, he saw you dancing.. Dancing your heart out, enchanting his mechanic heart without even doing something with him.

Panting the two of you stood in your ending positions, the crowd cheering, clapping and screaming. A performance that would stay in their minds for days, being reminded of such a great starter of the night whenever they'd hear your names or see your faces. You bowed gratefully, waiting for Nilou to say her words before the two of you would leave until you saw some movement in the corner of your eye. You realized, standing on your toes to reach Nilou's ear and whispered something. She giggled and nodded afterwards, you running towards Scaramouche who had been standing there all this time and pulled him behind the curtains.

"Hey! You're being extrmeely rude. I dont even know your name!" He hissed, you stopped running when you were in an safe place to talk peacefully. "Sorry.. It was an impulsive idea, I know! But.. Atleast you got quite a nice introduction story.. Don't you." Awkwaraly you scratched the back of your neck, your charms didn't disappear even off stage huh? How special. "Oh, I'm (Y/n) by the way..! I think you're the.. One Lord Kusanali talked about if I'm correct? How may I call you?" You asked and looked around the place, the party was just getting started.. You didn't had too long. ".. You can call me The Wanderer, Scaramouche, The Balladeer even. Whatever your heart desires." He muttered, rummaging through some stuff you simply hummed in reply while you tried to find your hair accessories. ".. Sorry, I'm quite busy tonight.. But it was surely fun meeting you, Scaramouche." You quickly flashed him a smile again, standing still on your spot to make sure you'd have eye contact with him once more.

"I assume you'll be at the party out there?" Scaramouche asked you, slowly walking your way.. Your sparkling presence was something he wanted to approach, to grasp in some way.. "I will.. Nilou and me had decided we'd stay till the end of course, it'll be a fun experience.. As long as I can find my stuff that is, or else I'll be incomplete.." The Wanderer's eyes slightly widened upon hearing your choice of words, incompleteness. Wasn't he incomplete before? Wasn't he finished a month ago or so, only to be broken down by a God and built up again by his same enemy. "You seem lost in your thoughts, something bothering you?" You asked him out of nowhere, lifting up a few boxes to look under them.. Sadly enough you had no success. "Shouldn't you focus on finding whatever you're supposed to find." He shook his head and tried waving you away, you sighed deeply while placing your hands in your hips and looking around once more. "Well, I can't find it.. So I give up. But your nose scrunched *UP???*, so I wanted to ask if you're okay." You made eye contact with him once again, staring at each other in silence for a bit before you cleared your throat and walked off to another corner. "... I'm fine, you should try to keep your own problems under control." He replied after a while, crossing his arms as he shook his head. You silently chuckled, shrugging your shoulders in casualty. "You can head back already, I wont be doing anything except for searching." You eventually notified, the guy sighed deeply.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay here. I enjoy.. Some peace."

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