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unladielike · 1 year

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@dis--parity

Of course Alex was going to come through for Vivian on her special day; she knew Vivian didn't really want much more than to spend the day with her, and that's exactly what she'd do - but it wouldn't be right for her to not get her anything more.

It wasn't as much as she might be used to, sure - a new shirt with the troublesome tag carefully removed, various brightly-coloured candy that seemed to have some packaged in a bottle, and... what seems to be a calendar full of pinups of boys from some manner of otome game. God knows where she got it...

"I- I know I've been busy recently, and- and so I haven't... really had much time for you. And I'm sorry for that, but, I cleared my schedule just for today, so I'm all yours!" In spite of the somberness of her apology, the spring soon returns to her step as she hops towards Vivian to pull her into a hug. "How about we go see a movie and then go to that fancy burger place? I- I wanted to wait until I could go there with you, and... hey, no time like the present, right?"

VIVIAN'S BIRTHDAY BASH. always accepting!

Honestly, Vivian was never the type to ask for much, so she’s perfectly content with the birthday merchandise Alex had offered her; after all, it wasn’t the quality of the gift that mattered, but the fact the person giving it to her had actually thought about her. Why, when it came down to it, someone could give her a McDonald’s Happy Meal and she would still be a happy camper... but out of all the gifts, Vivian’s favourite was definitely the calendar, meaning Alex could bet she would be hanging it up on her bedroom wall once she got back home later.

Regardless, she’ll soon shake her head with a soft smile stretched along her lips as her girlfriend apologizes. “Don’t be, Lexy! I mean... I’ve been off, adventuring through Chiba without you, so who am I to complain about you being busy? Besides, we chat often, don’t we? Sure, it might not have been in person, but I wasn’t that lonely,” Vivian then reasons. Why, even while they were apart, she had Hayate and everyone else she befriended to distract her, so all things considered, she fared pretty well; either way, it doesn’t take for her to wind her own arms around Alex’s back.

“Sure, that sounds fun! You’ll have to pick the movie, though, because I don’t know what’s currently out in Vancouver,” she states while burying her chin against her shoulder. The more she thought about burgers, though, the more her stomach would soon grumble, and within seconds, Vivian finds herself salivating.

“Man, does that routine have to be in absolute order? Because I’m feeling awfully peckish right now.” ...Needless to say, someone certainly had her priorities straight.

#dis parity #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE.#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤.#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪.#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( VIVIAN x ALEX / when no one else in the world loved me... you alone loved me. i love you — i love your “love”. ) ⤹ •• 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤.#[ i hope you don't mind i put this in an entirely new post! ]#[ because ever since yesterday i can't really edit the html of asks anymore AND DUE TO THE FACT VIVIAN CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HER PRECIOUS ]#[ BLUE TEXT she absolutely refused to cooperate with me unless i formatted asks to make her dialogue blue ]#[ but either way!! thank you for the ask aria ]#[ tbh i miss them both very dearly ]#[ but at the same time i'm shaking my head at tungly for deleting my ship tag for them ]#[ like wow... rude much?? ]

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bakubunny · 5 months

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bad days & insecurities | katsuki x f!reader

a/n: here’s another untouched excerpt i had sitting in my drafts that i don’t think i’ll finish. enjoy.

tw: f!reader, chubby reader, insecurities, comfort fluff

“Just - just don’t fucking touch me,” you said angrily.

“The fuck? What do you mean, don’t touch you?”

You chanced a glance his way and saw the hurt in Katsuki’s eyes. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe-

“Huh?”

“I mean don’t touch me. I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied. “And I know you hate it when I tell you that, but that’s the answer you’re getting.”

“No, it’s not. What the fuck is going on?” he asked, his voice raising.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, Katsuki,” you shouted. “Just drop it.”

You walked to the bathroom hoping to secure some privacy, but Katsuki wasn’t having it.

You reached for he handle as he slammed the door away from your hand into the wall, wide open. You knew him enough to know it took all of his effort not to force you to look his way. But right now you didn’t care. Everything inside hurt, it hurt too much. All you wanted was the hot water on your back and the lights off so you didn’t have to see what parts of you didn’t deserve him.

“If you don’t get the hell out of this bathroom and let me shower-”

“Look at me.”

“No,” you said.

He wouldn’t let it go.

“Please, baby. I - I won’t yell, I promise,” Katsuki said, pain evident in his voice.

It felt like hot daggers in your stomach. A lump grew in your throat.

“It’s not that. Not you. I’m sorry for being so childish,” you said. “I’m having a really tough day, that’s all.”

“Then let me-”

“No,” you said firmly. “I need to be alone.”

Katsuki stood quietly.

“Please, Kats.” Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks.

“Was it that fucking bitch again? She getting into your head?” he asked.

‘That bitch’ was a shitty coworker who never seemed to shut up about you. What you ate, what you wore, how your body looked, your job performance. Someone who had the gall to tell you to your face that you weren’t good enough for the hero standing in the room. Who said that he could do so much better.

“No, I just…”

“What is it?” he said.

“You don’t want the truth.” Your voice was quiet and pleading.

“The fuck are you on about, babe? Yes, I do.”

You took a deep breath. “You deserve better. I don’t want to elaborate. And I don’t want you to console me or tell me I’m wrong right now. My body feels gross, and I want to process it on my own.”

The crushing hug he pulled you into knocked the air out of your chest. “Kats-”

“Shut it. I want to hold you, n you’re gonna let me,” he said grumpily. Katsuki kissed you on the head. “Fuckin’ tellin’ me I can’t touch you. ‘S bullshit.”

You cracked a little grin, your face pressed into his chest. He held you in silence for what felt like ages, but eventually a calmness soothed the tightness in your stomach.

“I love you. Can I shower now?” you asked.

He sighed. “Fine. But I’m not done with you, little miss. You owe me a damn kiss or ten after that.”

You laughed and met his scowling gaze.

“That’s fair.” You leaned in and stood on your toes. “How about one for the road to start with?”

“‘S more like it.” Katsuki lifted your chin, pressing his soft lips to yours.

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presleyanswrites · 6 days

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Hey I got a request for jj

That jj is a single dad to a baby girl and he is to scared to hold because he will think he will drop her and John b everyday will try and get jj to hold her then one day jj was holding her on his chest then he takes her everywhere With him hope that make sense

Koala Care

dad!jj x fem!reader x daughter

a/n ahh this is so cutie! thank you for the request anon, love you bunches!

desc JJ holds his baby girl for the first time

wc 1.2k

warnings cursing, grammar, fluff

"Peaches?" JJ comes in through the back door of the chateau, carefully shutting it behind him as he walks through the kitchen to set down a box full of baby supplies.

The usual. Diapers, baby food, her favorite yogurt melts, more of his old band & surf t-shirts to wrap her up in.

He notices Aria crying her eyes out behind him in between the white rails of her bed. he must have forgotten to change her when he left. He also noticed it was pissing off John B who was trying to work on something probably useless and he caught the hint that he's been listening to her cry for at least an hour.

"Shit," he mutters, messing with his backwards hat as he turns his attention away from Aria for a split second to glance at John B. Turns out he was fixing a cooler for the boat.

"Bro." he goes over to him, kicking him in the leg slightly, "You seen Y/n? I really need her help knowing what measurements of tit milk I'm supposed to feed mini me."

John B rolls his eyes to the ceiling as he screws in the side of the cooler handle.

"First of all," he says through a gritted tone from a bolt in between his teeth.

"You gotta stop with the teenage boy, language wording shit."

He spits out the bolt and screws another nail into the bottom.

"You're like a dad now. Its your dick and your daughter, buddy. You really want your kid to go around saying, tit milk?"

JJ tuts. "Bro she cant even talk yet. Plus, I don't remember half the shit i said as a fucking baby. Maybe thats cause my dad probably beat the shit out of me where I like- lost half my cells, but i ain't changing. Plus, daddy will raise her to be the best hooker of man kind. Shes a Pogue, shes not gonna be a goody two shoes if my life depends on it."

John B turns his head around and gives him a look.

"Jesus Christ JJ, did anything click when your girlfriend popped a living thing out of her ass?" He purses his lips.

JJ points his lips downwards and shrugs.

"Or are you always gonna be known as the dad who raised a stripper?" John B rolls his eyes again, taking a weird clear plate out of his box, "Y/n is a doctor for fucks sake, she's the only hope for raising her I swear to God."

John B shakes his head, "I've told you everyday now. You haven't even held her yet."

JJ grips his hat, "Thats because im gonna drop the kid!"

John b slaps his forehead.

"You're litterally her DAD, JJ! Y/n popped a baby out of her kitty sack and you seriously didnt even touch her the day she was born." John B raises his eyebrows. "Do you remember that? Y/n cried in Kie's room FOR AN HOUR thinking you didnt want the kid!"

JJ opens his mouth to respond then stops.

"Whatever. Go back to fixing your cold box and shit," He turns his back to walk away.

John B changes the tip on his screwdriver, "You're gonna have to hold your own ass daughter eventually, dude."

"I hope you screw a nail in your dick!" JJ calls out and tuts again, mumbling under his breath, "teaching me how to handle my own kid..."

"im the one fixing this goddamn cooler so you can drink your shit ass blue moon chilled!" John b yells back, JJ opening the door and slamming it shut to try and find you again.

"y/nnnn," he groans, calling out your name, finding you sitting on the steps outside.

He kneels down and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the side of your head gently.

"Hi baby," he mutters, "How was work?"

you felt your head pulsating before forcing yourself to give a response.

"Hmmm fine. it was busy."

"Yeah?" he strokes your head, "Real quick."

You sigh slightly, "Hmm?"

"how much ti-" He stops, and clears his throat.

"How much milk do I need to feed Ari?" He says in a soft voice, knowing you had a blaring headache from your shift.

You exhale, leaning your arms on your knees.

"theres about 7 oz in the fridge."

He nods, "thank you sweets," he kisses your hair one last time before leaving you in peace to rest your mind.

He goes back inside the chateau, opening the fridge and taking out the bottle, reaching over Aria's crib and putting the tip to her mouth.

"there we are, sweet girl.." he holds the back of her head while she drinks gently, her cries settling down.

After Aria is finished, he stares at her for a moment.

Why was it so hard for him to hold his own daughter? He feels a wave of guilt floods over his spine.

He reaches his hands out, then stops.

"God damnit," He sighs.

"Okay." He stares at Aria one more time. "3, 2.."

"Fuck this."

He picks Aria up gently in his arms, his heart jumping as he does so.

"Holy shit," he breathes. "Oh my God."

He holds her to his chest, making sure to support her back, something he learned in a parenting book he found online as he feels his soul melt in his stomach.

"There we go," he coos softly, rocking her up and down gently.

"Hi love." he holds her up to look in her eyes with the biggest grin on his face.

"You have your mommas eyes, don't you?"

It's like he fell in love with you all over again. Just this time, it was a baby. And it was his baby.

He holds her to him again, hearing you opening the screen door to come back inside the chateau as he looks at you with the stupidest smile on his face.

"JJ.." you breathe, a grin full of your white perfect teeth filling the room as you jog over to him.

You rub his arm gently as you stare at Aria in JJ's arms.

"im so glad." You said, tears slightly filling the bottom of your eyes as your breath catches in your throat.

"She has your eyes," He repeats the observation he made earlier.

You nod with a sniffle, chuckling slightly.

"She has your lips."

JJ presses another soft kiss into the side of your neck.

A few days later, you noticed that JJ dorkily bought one of those baby carrier things to attach to your chest, and you had to admit it was pretty cute seeing Aria giggle with him, taking her everywhere he went.

John B was relieved her finally built up the balls to hold his kid, and if you were honest, you were relieved too.

Kiara bullied him everyday for taking Aria with him everywhere because the baby holder he chose was literally hot pink. Really hot pink.

He was so happy everyday. To be the dad that he never had. The one he had prayed and wished for everyday as a kid.

JJ was such a tough guy, tough face, tough love, tough soul.

but I guess not when it came to you and Aria. You and her were his new world and there was nothing in the entire universe that could take that away from him.

☆ divider & gif credits to @viixcyre @baby-bearie

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papercorgiworld · 2 months

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A good excuse to kiss

Enzo and Blaise

In order to keep your best friend’s relationship a secret you have to distract a certain slytherin.

Warning: none, just little make out

Today’s little cameo is Aria ( @justdizzie ). She’s your Gryffindor best friend and has a secret relationship with Draco. It’s a rather silly scenario, but I hope you like your little cameo.

More silly short soft stories today, but now I just need to finish one last little date thingy and then I can finally start on all those requests. Five Six in total, so excited to start writing those! Per usual: if you spot an error and let me know you get a free kiss and most importantly happy readings!

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Damn it, Aria, where are you? It was lunch time and you still hadn’t seen your friend. You were seriously getting worried, which brought you to the door of Draco’s room. You were pleased to find the Slytherin common room empty, since Aria and Draco’s relationship was top secret you really couldn’t bring her up around his friends.

“I think we should get up.” Draco whispers softly as his hand strokes Aria’s soft hair. With sleepy brown eyes she looks up at him. “But I’m so comfy.” Draco smiles and gives her a soft kiss on top of her head, before wrapping his arms around her.

Your fist hits the door hard. “Malfoy!” You yell and immediately you take a step back hearing a lot of noise and loud whispers. “What do we do? Quick hide.” “Where?” You roll your eyes. “It’s me!” You yell and Aria on the other side of the door relaxes her shoulders. “It’s (y/n). Thank Godric." Draco relaxes as well and can’t help but smile. “We’ve got to stop doing this.” He sighs and Aria frowns at his words. “I mean the secrecy, not the dating!” Draco immediately explains. “Idiot. Like I would ever let you go.” He mutters, before kissing his girlfriend so she can’t complain about his little insult.

The door opens and you see Aria’s messy black hair and apologetic brown eyes. “We overslept. Keep guard for a moment, I’ll be there in sec.” You nod, but as soon as the door closes you shake your head. Being the only friend that knows of their secret relationship was an honor, but also a full time job. Luckily for you, everyone was at lunch so no one would come looking for them, except…

Enzo

“Draco!” You hear someone yell and instantly jump. Your heart races as you see Enzo enter the common room, scanning the room. When he spots you in front of Draco’s door you awkwardly wave. “Hey.” He frowns utterly confused by your sudden weirdness. “Hello.” There’s an unsettling silence and he points at you before opening and then closing his mouth again, ignoring whatever thought popped up in his head. “Have you seen Draco?” You pretend to think for a moment and then shake your head. “Nope.” Again there’s a humiliating silence as you stand there looking for anything to say to get him out of there before Aria casually walks out of Draco’s room.

“Why are you here?” Enzo asks a bit forced by the bizarre question. When you don’t immediately respond he tilts his head studying you. “Uhm-”Think of something! Anything! “I’m here for you.” You blur out and after a second decide to fully go with it. You take a few steps towards him and he looks surprised, but also intrigued. “Really?” You nod, while walking away from the door, so that Enzo would be faced away from Draco’s room. “I thought we should talk.” You make up on the spot, making the slytherin frown at you. It’s only when you take a few steps towards him that he seems to ignore all the bizarreness in favor of having you close. “About?” He questions getting curious and maybe a bit excited at the idea that you might have a thing for him. “Homework.” You say, confident that you’ve found the perfect excuse.

“Oh.” Enzo’s voice has a hint of disappointment, that makes you wonder what he expected you to say. However, there’s no time for thinking, because suddenly Aria swings open the door and you have to be quick, because Enzo’s already turning to look. You grab his face and kiss him like you’ve always wanted to but never dared to. Enzo wastes no time and wraps his arms around your waist, while Aria quickly ducks behind a nearby couch. You let go of Enzo’s face. “Homework?” He questions with a gleeful smirk and only now you realize his arms are around you. He didn’t mind? “I- I’m-” Your face heats up and you don’t know what to do with yourself. “No need to get shy, you’re the one that kissed me.” Enzo tucks a strand of hair away in an attempt to reassure you. How is he so casual about this?

Out of the corner of your eyes you spot Aria signaling something to you and before you know it she quickly gets up to move to the other side of the room. You realize you have to distract Enzo one last time for her to escape the room, so once again you crash your lips onto Enzo’s. Surprised by the suddenness he stumbles, but not before pulling you against him, so you fall on top of him on the couch. Now you’re both laying on the sofa and he seems more than pleased with the situation, while you are getting more flustered with each second on top of him. His hands roam your back and you look over his happy face. “Uhm, I should-uhm.” You try to get up, but he keeps you close. “You can’t just kiss a guy and then leave him dreaming of more.” Enzo jokes as he softly squeezes your sides.

You drown in his eyes as he licks his lips, filled with anticipation. You had dreamed of a millions scenarios of how your first kiss with Enzo was going to happen, but this was unexpected to say the least. Losing his patience Enzo brushes his lips over yours trying to steal another kiss. You no longer resist and allow yourself to lean in and enjoy the sweet kiss. “I don’t know what exactly has gotten into you, but I’m not gonna lie, I quite enjoy it.” Enzo says before bringing his lips back to yours for a tender kiss. “Yeah, not really how I planned my day either, but I’m not gonna complain.” Your answer confuses Enzo since you were the one that kissed him, but in Enzo’s book you were simply too pretty to waste time with questions.

When Draco leaves his room several minutes later, he snorts passing the both of you making out on the sofa. “Seriously, you two? Get a room.” You look up blushing, but narrow your eyes at his smug smirking face. It’s your secret relationship that got me in this situation. How dare you be smug about this. When you look back at Enzo, he’s wiggling eyebrows. “Maybe we should, you know, go to my room?”

Blaise

You hear someone enter the common room and your eyes go wide. Blaise spots you and instead of saying something or at least moving, you just stand there. “(Y/n)?” Blaise questions as he approaches you slightly worried. You force a smile and start fiddling with your fingers as you search for something to say. “Hey.” You finally manage to utter and Blaise can’t help but chuckle at your adorable weirdness. His soft laugh brings you to reality and gives you confidence to say something. “What brings you here?” Blaise frowns at your question, it was the slytherin common room so it really wasn’t weird for him to be here. “Looking for Draco, haven’t seen him all day.” Blaise explains and you nod, pretending to be very surprised that he hadn’t seen Draco.

You move a little closer and then around Blaise, making him turn around and look confused at you. You relax a bit knowing that Blaise is now looking away from Draco’s room. He notices your nervous fingers playing and meets your eyes. “You alright, (y/n)? You look a bit stressed.” You let out a nervous laugh. “Me? Stressed? Never.” Even the person in the painting not far from you is embarrassed for you and your horrible acting skills. But just as you think things can’t get worse Aria swings Draco’s door open drawing Blaise’s attention. In a desperate attempt to keep your friend’s relationship a secret you wrap your arms around Blaise and place your lips on his. Instinctively he reaches for your hips to hold you against him. Aria ducks behind a nearby couch and you break the kiss.

Blaise chuckles and you let go of him. “Not that I mind you kissing me, but are you sure you’re feeling alright? You’re normally not the girl that kisses guys at random.” You bite your lip, before giving him an apologetic smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” Your voice is sheepish and Blaise takes a step closer to you gently squeezing your arm in a comforting way. “No need to apologize, you’re a good kisser.” You look up at him and relax at the sight of his loving smile. “You’re not too bad yourself, Zabini.” A soft laugh escapes you and for a moment you forget about the bizarre situation you had gotten yourself in.

However, just as Aria wants to move, Blaise turns his head, making you yelp and jump in his arms. You kiss him like your life depends on it, while your hands move to his shoulders and head. To your surprise Blaise kisses you back with equal intensity and you wrap your legs around him. After a while you’re forced to break the kiss for air. “Oops, did it again.” You whisper sheepishly and bite your lip. Blaise chuckles and tightens his grip on your waist as he starts walking. “As much as I enjoy this, I’m getting you to Madame Pomfrey.” You panic at his words. “No, why?” Blaise smiles at you. “Because I’m seriously worried that you’ve been drugged or something and I don’t want to take advantage of you.” You watch his concerned eyes and can’t help but fall more in love with this gentle man. “Blaise Zabini, you seriously think I’m drugged because.. what.. I kissed a handsome and sweet guy. That’s not that suspicious, you know.” Now it was Blaise’s turn to get flustered. You wrap your legs around him a little tighter and lean in, making Blaise drown in your eyes as your lips softly land on his.

“Awh.” You hear Aria coo from somewhere in the room and you and Blaise break the kiss to look at her. “What-” Blaise utters, but just then Draco enters the common room, coming to his girlfriend’s aid. “What Blaise? You think you’re the only one with a girlfriend around here.” Draco snaps and snatches Aria’s hand. Blaise looks utterly confused, but as soon as your lips are on his again he forgets and kisses back.

#slytherin #slytherin boys #blaise zabini #blaise zabini imagine #blaise zabini x reader #enzo berkshire imagine #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #papercorgiworldwritings

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arashi-no-saxlphone · 2 months

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Most fucked up thing about Asuka is that he really was trying to help. He really did love Frederick and Aria. Except instead of an awkward normal like "Oh man I fucked up on understanding normal favors and social cues and now things are weird!!" he committed real, seriously atrocious crimes against the humanity of the two people he loved the most and wiped out over half the earth's population (indirectly). He's so fucking funny. I love him so much. I hear that part of "The Gravity" that's like "As the universe turned black / did the sun ever defy fate / beyond hope do you recognize me" and like. That's about Sol. That's about how much he loves and values Sol. He fucking put himself in a synthetic body because he wanted Sol to be able to recognize him no matter what. I'm so crazy about this. He's so fucked up and sad he's like the saddest wettest cat and it's like, barely his fault he just keeps compounding fuck up onto fuck up until he finally is like "Maybe I will just go to the moon now." That's so. Fucking sad. And then in the arcade mode the clone kind of implies Asuka made him to be able to still carry on work if his abilities are needed for some future disaster, because he didn't want to neglect his responsibilities for his actions, but also wanted to kill himself for what he's done (this might be a stretch on my part but that's what I was getting from the weird arcade story he has). And above all those complex layers, he is literally just some silly little nerd. He acts like a fucking dork. I'm so ill about him.

#sairambles #guilty gear #asuka r kruetz #asuka #that man #ggst #do NOT come at me on this post I like him #he's a very fucking good character

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natsvenom · 3 months

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Angel

Jason DiLaurentis x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the past few days being distant with your boyfriend, Jason, after you and the liars are go to a coffee shop in town and run into his ex-girlfriend Cece Drake.

WARNINGS! Age gap, slight angst, alcohol ingestion, reader has an eating disorder (anorexia), body shaming, etc.

You and the liars walk into the Apple Rose Grill. Everything was stressful, per usual. Garrett had been let off the hook for murder and now Wilden was trying to make Hanna look guilty. There was currently a court order out for them to take a sample for Hanna’s blood. That would’ve been fine, knowing Hanna isn’t guilty. Except A has a way of making an innocent person a guilty one.

“Take it from me, you’re always better off with a really good lie.” A feminie voice said from behind you guys. You physically felt your heart stop in your chest. The voice was insanely similar to Alison’s.

“Is it just me or did that sound a lot like…” Emily mumbled. Younturned around to see a blonde girl standing at the register. There was no way that could be her, right?

“…Alison.” You guys said in unison.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but it quickly faded as she saw you guys staring at her like she was ancient relic, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“Oh, no, sorry.” Aria apologized, “You just sound a lot like one of our friends.”

“Hope she’s brilliant.” The girl said, “What’s her name?”

“Alison DiLaurentis.” You told her, staring at her like she was a lost dog.

She looked at you guys in realization, “You were friends of Ali’s.” She says, “Me too, I’m Cece.” You had heard that name before, you just weren’t exactly sure where from.

“Spencer.” Spencer spoke, greeting herself.

“Melissa Hastings little sister.” Cece noted, “Ali talked about you. She talked about all of you. A lot.”

“How do you know Ali?” You dared to ask.

“Before I moved to L.A our families rented summer homes in Cape May. We went through an intense couple weeks together. I dated her brother, Jason. She never mentioned me to you guys?” Cece explained. You suddenly felt tense hearing the mention of Jason. You could only imagine what she meant by an intense couple of weeks. But there was no need for you to be jealous, right? Jason was with you not her. But in the moment you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly gorgeous Cece Drake was. She had beatiful blonde hair, blue eyes, easily a size 4, and not to mention her confident outgoing personality. She was everything you weren’t.

For some reason this realization made you sick to your stomach. She looked perfectly healthy, while the reason you had looked the way you did was from practically making yourself sick. Almost your whole life you had been worried about your appearance; making sure you never ate more than 1000 calories a day, over exerrting yourself, and excercising till you felt your body break down.

You knew you were destroying yourself, but you wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be like the girls at your school who all the boys fawned over. You wanted to be the girl who was always picked first for group projects. You wanted to be the girl who wasn’t afraid to wear a crop top in public. You wanted to be like Alison, beautiful and destructive.

Alison had told you something that’s always stuck with you, “You’re pretty, but sweetie you need to drop a few pounds.” When she was alive you easily weighed 130 pounds. By the time your family moved back to Rosewood, you weighed 100, and now you weigh 110. everyone had noticed the dramtic changes over the years. Your family had done nothing but worry about you, the boys at school would whistle at you and make inappropriate remarks, Hanna was someone who you could relate to, and Jason was someone you could rely on.

Before you guys started dating, he found out about your eating disorder. At the time you and the other liars were still questioning if he was A, but after he had helped you get better you never once thought about him being A again, and dismissed the girls when every they tried to convince you he was just being friendly to get information. Luckily, things were different now.

You wondered why Jason had never brought up Cece Drake before. You silently wondered if there was any part of him that still thought about her. I mean she’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t be thinking about her.

You had been zoned out for so long you hadn’t even been paying attention to their conversation until you saw her about to leave, but she stopped in her tracks, “Do any of you girls know if Jason is seeing anyone? I hear he looks really good now-a-days.” Cece asked.

The rest of the girls looked at you subtly before turning back to Cece, “No clue.” Spencer said quickly, shrugging her shoulders. Cece nodded her head.

“Well if you see him tell him I say hi.” She said in flirtatious tone, making your skin crawl.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Jason. You spent the last couple of days worrying about your body, spiraling back into that same old self concious loop you had been so familiar with. He was starting to get worried about you. He had absolutely no idea what was going on with you.

You sigh, sitting in the driver’s seat of your car. You know you shouldn’t do this, but you really needed something to take your mind off Cece Drake.

Jason sighed as he sat down on the front porch of his house. He had absolutely no explanation for what was goingon and it was driving him crazy. He turned his head when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He had hoped it would be you, but was met with slight disappointment when he saw someone else.

“Hey.” Spencer greeted softly, walking up the porch to sit by her brother. He simply nodded at her, looking down at the cement floor, which suddenly became very interesting.

“I met Cece Drake this morning.” Spencer revealed. Jason looked up, a confused expression on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in so long, nor thought of it. Spencer could see the gears turning in his head.

“What?” She questioned.

“Was y/n with you?” He asked, looking at her desperately for answers.

“Yeah, why?” It suddenly clicked in his head what was going on with you. You weren’t ignoring him because you were mad at him. You were ignoring him because of something she had said.

You sat on a hard red stool at the bar, thanking Alison internally for getting you a fake id. All you had to do was flash it to the bartender and he came back with exactly what you thought you needed. Alcohol.

You had only drank a little bit, but you were already starting to feel tipsy. You were clearly a light weight, and almost everyone knew it.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?” A masculine voice asked from beside you. You turned your head to see a man sitting next to you, a glass of something that was defintely stronger than what you were drinking.

“I’m wondering the same thing myself.” You heard another voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to think twice about it to know who it was. You spun yourself around in the stool and were met with his warm green eyes. You groaned dramatically, pushing youself off the stool. You forgot that the stool was hightened, and practically fell right into Jason’s arms.

His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you back up straight. Well, straight as you could get in that moment, “I’m taking you home.” He said strictly, making you giggle. It wasn’t really funny, but right now everything seemed comical to you. You pushed past him walking out of the bar. You felt the cold night air hit your face. It felt good at first, but then it made you feel sick. You threw up into the bushes right outside the bar, right before warm hands pulled your hair back for you.

“I don’t feel good.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth off.

“Mm, I wonder why.” Jason quipped, rubbing your back as an attempt to soothe you. You groaned, shoving your head into his chest. He put one of his hands in your hair, rubbing your head comfortably.

“You smell good.” You mumbled into his chest, making let out a breathy laugh, “Can we make out now?” You asked, pulling him down by his jacket. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not right now pretty girl.” He said softly. You groaned, the annoyance making you roll your eyes. You pushed away from him, walking through the parking lot, Jason following closely behind you.

You stopped in the middle of the parking lot, looking at a group of trees intensly, “Hey, who put those there?” You wondered, observing the trees like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jason came up behind you, shrugging his jacket off and putting it over your shoulders. He didn’t say anything, knowing that explaining the process of the life cycle of a tree to a drunk person would just end up with and endless amount of stupid questions.

“I think you should take a nap and then google it in the morning.” He said, intertwining his hand with yours as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you and helping you get in. The car ride home was relatively quite, but it wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was nice.

When you got to the DiLaurentis house, Jason’s hands stayed on your waist as he guided you up the stairs. You plopped down on his bed as he pulled something out of his closet for you to wear. He helped you unzip your little black dress and pulled his hoodie over your head. You yawned as you threw yourself back onto his bed. He sat down next you, pulling the covers over you and placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“She’s pretty.” You mumbled into the cold pillow, grasping it in your hands. Jason sighed, knowing this conversation would end up happening one way or another.

“Whose the girl that I let sleep in my bed everyday and steal every single clothing item I own?” He teased, making you smile into the pillow. You knew he was right.

“But—”

“But nothing. I love you, and only you.” He assured, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You cuddled into his chest, grasping his shirt in your hands.

“I love you too, Jase.” You yawned.

“I know angel.”

#jason dilaurentis #jason dilaurentis x reader #pll #pretty little liars #imagine #spencer hastings #light angst #aria montgomery #hanna marin #emily fields #alison dilaurentis #cece drake

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Surface Tension

Chapter 1: Great Unknown

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none yet, will have fluff and mild smut later

Summary: Y/N has lived on the surface for nearly 10 years after she was unwittingly a part of an assassination attempt on the then King of Atlantis Orm Marius. She has hidden away in a small coastal town in Maine, living as a human and building a simple but decent life in a duplex on the beach. Then one day someone moves in to the other half of the duplex. She goes to greet them only to discover it's Orm himself.

Note: Here it is! Orm on the surface! I hope you enjoy it, please any comments or critiques are appreciated! Also, if you want to know the song that inspired this chapter it is called 'Great Unknown' by William Ryan Key

Tags: @gabrieleskywalker

Will I ever stop imagining what if I'd done things differently and Will you find it a corner in your heart For me long after we part Funny how time doesn't care who we Love and who we wish we could repair So into this great unknown I will wander on my own

Y/N had never planned to be running from Atlantis. She hadn't meant for any of this to happen. She had just wanted to help the people in the lower city, the non nobility in Atlantis, to have a better life. How handing out supplies and funding small businesses to help them flourish became attempted murder she didn't know. But here she was, in her room at her mother's mansion, packing a small bag so that she could disappear.

She wasn't sure how a person's entire life could fit into a bag the size of small sea turtle but that's all she had. Into the bag went the mosaic of her father and she, when she was barely walking and he was still alive. They were poor, but they were happy. Then the plague came through, killing him in days and she was immune, meaning that her blood was noble. A DNA test later and it was discovered her mother was a councilwoman for King Orvax, so she was sent to live with her. Her mother didn't want her, Y/N was the result of a foolish night of 'slumming' as her mother said and her father had been so happy to have a daughter that, Roux Velix, never had to bother with the child again. But now she had to face her mistake and bring this child into her home. She put a smile on her face, making a story about Y/N being kidnapped by her father as a baby to save face, and welcomed the child like she was wanted.

Y/N put a bracelet into her bag next. The only gift that had been given to her in kindness, from the daughter of another council member, her first real love when she was a teenager. That had ended when her mother had found out, already having wild ideas about her marrying the prince, whom she had yet to meet. They fought, screaming at each other until Roux revealed that she had never wanted Y/N and that she wished that the plague had been made to kill anyone with low blood. Y/N had been suspicious of that comment so she started digging into what actually went on in those council meetings between her mother and the king. She was disgusted by what she found.

A flier for a meeting of the Atlantis for All activist group was slid into the front pocket of the bag. Y/N had snuck out in her early 20's, finally getting up the courage to seek out others with similar ideas, hiding under a maid's cowl, to meet with the small Atlantis for All group in the lower city. It had been cleared of the sickness that had taken her father by now, and this group had been operating for years, doing small acts of kindness for the low class Atlantians. When she arrived they didn't trust her, thinking she was coming in as a plant from the nobility to spy on them. It took a few years of hard work and providing funds from her mother's accounts before they really welcomed her. She bonded with one particular person, Aria, who soon became her best friend.

Finally she put letters into the bag. Letters between her and members of AfA, notes from Aria encouraging her to be her true self, things that made her feel happy and reminded her of the fun times she had before Hendrix arrived to begin tearing everything apart. Just as Prince Orm was readying to become king another member of the nobility had joined them. Y/N had never met him before but that didn't surprise her. Her mother didn't let her come to events where someone might ask her about her home life or her history, and she didn't seek out others in the nobility. The few times she had she had either gotten her nose or her heart broken. But Hendrix came in and he was charismatic, he knew how to make people believe him and even more, believe in him. Soon he was nearly running the show and he tasked Y/N with something so that they could protest the coronation of Prince Orm. She had to find out from her mother the route that the parade would travel that day.

"How did you know my mother was in charge of the schedule of events?" she had asked. She assumed he hated the nobility and despised Orm and what he stood for as much as she did, how could he even speak to enough of them to find out this information. He had smiled sweetly at her, and she couldn't lie, she had nearly melted at the attention. She loved when sweet, kind attention was given to her. She was going to soon realize that those who paid that kind of attention to her were just out to use her.

"We must know our enemy if we are to actually interact with them on their level," he said. "Most of you are lower city, those without noble blood, you were raised with them Y/N, I was raised with the royals. I have found that if I want to enact change I first have to understand what they are about. I spoke to several council members at the coronation announcement and was able to convince one to tell me some details. Please, just ask your mother. Once we know the route we can choose the best spot for our protest."

What an amazing liar Hendrix was. The AfA was planning a protest while Hendrix was planning an attack. What no one knew was that Hendrix himself was in line for the crown should anything happen to Orm and well, he always loved to put on a crown.

The parade had gone as it was supposed to, until they rounded the corner closest to the palace. The group was gathered, Y/N at the front with a projector, voice singing out a song of resistance, asking for equal rights for all. Hendrix was supposed to shoot off a cracker, bringing attention to the group. Then Y/N noticed that the canister was ramping up. It wasn't a cracker, it was an energy pulse. She grabbed it from him just as it shot off, barely missing Orm's head, instead hitting the back of the floater he was in, sending it spinning. She knew she had to run and just before the guards descended she and few others took off. She made it back to her room in minutes.

Now here she was, bag packed, ready to run.

She had no idea what to do once she got to the surface and was lucky that Aria had run early and had the sense to do some research before going to land. They met on the way to a small town in the state of Maine. Aria had the knowledge and Y/N had stolen enough from her mother that they were able to get fake documents and rent a duplex on the beach, rooming together for awhile before Aria found someone in town to love and marry. Y/N remained in the duplex overlooking the water. She knew that she probably would never be able to travel far from the rocky shore but she still wanted to see the ocean. She loved the sea and would forever regret what had happened.

For 10 years she settled into a life in Maine, opening a cafe, learning all she could about the surface, and continuing to try and help anyone she could. She had no idea that soon she would be forced back into the Atlantian world and would have to face the man she almost helped assassinate.

When everybody filled me up with pride I was only looking for a place to hide I am no statue or monument to raise But I try my best these days Funny how time doesn't mind who we Keep and who we bear to leave behind So into this great unknown I will wander on my own

Orm couldn't tell Arthur but he was going to miss him. He was going to miss his brother, his mother, his nephew, and especially his kingdom. He knew it wasn't his anymore, and he had been imprisoned for years, but in that time he had thought about everything he would do differently if he were able to go back, go make things right. Now though, he couldn't go back, not yet, possibly not ever. And that broke his heart.

He took some time, mostly walking up the east coast, still living in the ocean when he could, sleeping on beaches and in coves, still wanting to feel close to his home. He didn't bother much with the surface world, choosing instead to let his pity fester. He didn't want to be on the surface and as much as Arthur touted the pros of living on the land Orm didn't want to bother. It was after Orm started garnering attention on the surface news that Arthur finally had to come in and tell him he had to settle somewhere.

"I know you don't want to, you're restless, but that's making you conspicuous and since Atlantis has been revealed, people are traveling to the surface to explore. Someone is bound to recognize you if you keep making waves," Arthur said as they drove up the coast of Maine. He had said he found a place he could stay. It was near Tom's lighthouse and Atlanna had agreed that she would use part of the stipend she received for being the former queen to help fund Orm's needs. He didn't enjoy the idea but the king wasn't really giving him a choice.

"Making waves, funny," Orm grumbled. "So I am expected to live in this house? And what?"

"I don't know, read a book, watch some TV, you have a neighbor, meet them, make a friend, get laid, who cares? Just keep laying low," Arthur said, pulling up to a house that seemed split in two. There were two doors sharing a large porch, it was two stories, and to Orm's happiness at least, was boarding a rocky beach that allowed him to walk to the ocean if he wanted. "We got it furnished already, fridge is full, and I left information about places to eat and different sites you could visit." Orm got out of the truck and grabbed his bag, just a single backpack, and headed to the front door. Arthur let him know that Tom's lighthouse was only 10 miles north and he could go to them any time he needed anything and they would get Arthur. Orm waved back to the truck and watched it pull away.

He was about to enter his new home when the other door opened and a woman stepped out. He turned to look at her, not sure what he expected from this neighbor, but the look of surprise wasn't it. She recovered quickly and he decided to ignore it. He had probably made a similar face, considering his surprise at how pretty she was. He had seen pretty surface dwellers before, but not like her. Maybe she thought he was just as pleasing to look at. Arthur had said to get laid.

Y/N had covered her shock at seeing King Orm standing on her porch, apparently moving into the other side of the duplex, but she was still panicking inside. What was he doing here? What had happened that the man who's major selling point to the Atlantian people was how much he hated the surface world. She put on a smile, resolving that she would try her best to keep him from realizing that she was Atlantian and also keeping it secret what she had done, what she had been involved in.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Vila, I guess I'm your neighbor" she introduced, offering her hand. Orm smiled a little back at her, taking her hand hesitantly, sending a bit of a flutter through her. O no.

#ormmariusxreader #orm marius x reader #ormmarius #king orm #orm marius #kingormxreader #kingorm #king orm x reader #ormseries3

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This is 100% based off the song and episodes 🫡. I also might rewrite this to fit Lucifer too.

Vox x gn!reader

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending, hurt/comfort, song fic

Cw: Imposter, talk of being replaced, mind control(?), swearing, fighting

☾Seeing doubles☽

Reader and Vox are getting married, but something seems off about reader and Vox seems more laggy than usual. Is it nerves or something else?

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Velvette knew something was off. She always had a hunch about something. She knew when Valentino hid his anger or at least tried..and failed, she knew when you and Vox tried to hide your relationship at first, hell she even knew Vox wanted to marry you before he knew himself. Yet she couldn't pinpoint what was off about you and Vox. You guys acted like normal, but Vox seemed more dazed than usual and you seemed to snap at random. That definitely wasn't right, but she chalked it up to nerves or stress about the upcoming wedding and all the planning that had consumed your daily schedule.

It started off small, making comments you usually wouldn't make, having a strange aura, and overall just acting off. Then, she noticed your taste was different, liking a different flavor of cake and other desserts. Then your style was weird, you had always wanted a certain type of outfit for the wedding and yet there you stood in the bridal store wearing something you would never even look at.

Vox was no different, he always had an 'all bark, no bite' vibe, but he seemed more dazed, and laggy, and he blue-screened more than usual. Again, it could all be chalked up to wedding nerves and cold feet or whatever. But when Velvette had a hunch, it was usually right.

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She placed hidden cameras around, ones that Vox couldn't connect to. She hired imps and sinners she made deals with to follow you and Vox around. She constantly tried to keep an eye on you and it finally paid off. She had caught you talking about not loving Vox and sucking the love out of him, this confused and worried her. This person wasn't you, you loved Vox dearly and definitely showed it.

When she found this out she tried to share it with Valentino, but he was both stubborn and blind to hear her out. She tried to get through to Vox, but he lagged and shooed her away. She was frustrated and royally pissed off, someone definitely replaced you and she will get to the bottom of it.

She decided to confront your imposter at dinner before the wedding in hopes of them coming forward. Unfortunately, it ended with everyone shunning her and shutting her down. She left the restaurant pissed, no one was listening to her clearly concerning revelation. She turned the corner and was face to face with you? The imposter?

"Oh, what do you want? I know you aren't the real [Name]." She says with a sour tone.

"Oh, I just wanted to apologize." Your voice rang out, but it had a creepy undertone.

"What the fuck-" Velvette gets cut off as a ring of green fire surrounds her and her vision goes black.

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For what felt like months you were trapped, stuck in this mirror-like prison. With no light except the natural red one that reflected off the crystal-like cave walls. You felt helpless, and scared, with no idea what that monster did to Vox. She was hungry for power and love, she fed off it.

You were so excited, to walk down the aisle with your fiance. To share vows, kisses, and cake, but now? It seemed all too futile. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying tears of frustration and sadness. Your hair was messy from being kept from a hairbrush for heaven knows how long. You had a few scrapes and bruises from wandering aimlessly in the dark, unable to see where a rock or wall was.

That was how it was until you heard the familiar voice of Velvette echo through the caves. Soon she found you, her phone flashlight bouncing off the crystal walls as her eyes met yours.

"[Name]? Is that really you? You're not that prick that replaced you, right?" She asked, looking you over with concern and weariness.

You nod several times, tears welling in your eyes as you hug her. This is the first contact you had with anyone for a long time. It wasn't the warmth of Vox, but it was still comforting nonetheless.

"We have to get out of this shit hole and stop her," Velvette says, pointing her phone flashlight toward the end of the crystal tunnel.

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"This day is going to be perfect. The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small." Your imposter said, spinning a red rose in between her fingers before putting it into the bouquet.

"Everybody will gather 'round, say I look lovely in my gown." She said, twirling in the mirror, the white lace and silk of the outfit spinning around her figure. "But, what they don't know is that I have fooled them all." She smirks, placing the matching accessory in her hair. She had successfully replaced you and would soon get what she wanted.

'This day was going to be perfect..the kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small..but, instead of having cake with all my friends to celebrate. My wedding bells, may not ring for me at all..'

You and Velvette raced desperately to find a way out, hoping to make it before your double married Vox. You feared what would happen if those vows were made before you could escape.

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"I could care less about the dress." She said, taking a seat at the vanity. "I won't partake in any cake." She took one of the makeup brushes and applied blush to her cheeks. Your replacement stood up and again did a once over in the mirror before turning to a picture of you and Vox. It was your anniversary, both of you smiling and facing the camera. "Vows? Well, I'll be lying when I say, 'That through any kind of weather I'll want us to be together.'" There was a mocking tone in her voice as she scowled at the photo.

"The truth is I don't care for him at all." She took the picture frame and shoved it into one of the dresser drawers, slamming it shut in disdain. "No, I do not love the groom. In my heart, there is no room."

'But I still want him to be all mine.'

"We must escape before it's too late, find a way to save the day." You say to Velvette, searching around for an exit to the reflective prison. She places her hand on your shoulder, breaking you out of your desperate daze. "We'll make it. Don't worry.

'Hope I'll be lying when I say 'I don't fear that I may lose him to those who want to use him. Not care for love and cherish him each day. For I-oh so love the groom. All my thoughts he does consume.'

You and Velvette finally find an exit, rushing to see the surface of hell. You hope that time will be on your side and those wedding bells won't ring soon.

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'Oh Vox, I'll be there very soon.' You pray to the same god that condemned you down here as you and Velvette weed through the streets of the entertainment district. Hoping the crowd would move faster so you could make it to the venue before your imposter made it down the aisle. You and Velvette make it to the entrance, weaving in and out of the crowd as the wedding bells ring out. You look at Velvette with wide eyes, doubt clouds hers as she realizes there's a chance you won't make it.

'Finally, the moment has arrived for me to be one lucky bride.' She smirked as she walked down the aisle, your aisle towards your future husband. Her veil trails behind her as she steps in tune with the wedding march being played.

'Oh, the wedding we won't make, he'll end up marrying a fake. Vox will be-'

'Mine. All mine.'

She gets to the alter, facing a dazed and glitchy Vox. He was clearly under some sort of magic or curse as she stood there. Right as the officiant clears his throat to start his speech you burst through the doors. The guests gasped and turned their heads, there you stood looking madder than ever. The guests looked back and forth between you and the imposter, not knowing who was real and who wasn't. The sinner in your place stared daggers at you, throwing the bouquet to the floor.

"You bitch!" You screamed, pointing fingers at your double. The room went silent, most of the crowd was shocked. "H-how are there two of you?" One of the guests shouts, causing the rest to start whispering amongst themselves.

"She's a shapeshifter! She takes any form and gains power from the love you have for someone!" This caused the fake you to cackle. She stepped forward, smashing the bouquet. "Right, you are. I've been feeding off his love for you, every second I grow stronger." She stepped towards you, green flames engulfing her as she transformed back into her original form. "He may not be my husband, but he is under my total control-" You cut her off by punching her in the face and knocking her to the floor. At this point, the only people left were you, her, and the Vees, the guests had left in a hurry as soon as she transformed.

"Fuck with me or Vox again and I'll remind you why I'm down here." You glare, your words sharp. Her eyes were wide, you had landed a hit on her when she had been practically untouchable for years. She scowled, "This won't be the last time you see me. Mark my words." With that, she disappeared into a pillar of emerald flames.

As soon as she's gone you rush to Vox's side, putting your hands on his shoulders and shaking him softly. "Vox? Vox, please snap out of it." You beg, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Your voice broke as he didn't seem to register your words. You broke down, hugging him tightly. Velvette and Valentino stood there silently as you sobbed into his shoulder, your relationship, him boiled down to nothing from the shapeshifter's doing.

In a last-ditch attempt, you kiss him, hoping it would spark something between the wires for him to snap out of it. Your hands grip his shoulders as you pull away, looking at the black screen. It flashed and he slumped into your arms with a groan.

"Vox? Vox?" You gently shake him, trying to him to look at you.

He turns his head up and looks at you in confusion, "[Name]?"

You hug him tighter, tears falling down your cheeks. Vox is super confused as to why you're crying and the fact he was in an empty wedding venue with you.

"What the- what are we doing here? Why the hell are you so dirty?" Vox pulled away and wiped your tears with his thumb. "We can talk about it later, let's just get home." You say softly, leaning your head into his touch.

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Over the next few weeks, you and Vox planned a real wedding, with the real you. You and Vox picked the right flavors and bridal outfits, happy that it was actually you two. Velvette had never seen Vox this happy and she's his business partner and one of the closest people to him this side of hell.

You finally felt at ease when you walked down the aisle with Vox, saying your vows and slipping the matching rings on. Not even a spear made from shiny angelic steel could break this.

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IT'S FINALLY FINISHED ᕙ(⍢)ᕗ Hope yall enjoy <3

Requests open!!

Tag list: @mrssabinecallas

#Spotify #vox x gn reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel x reader #songfic #mlp #this day aria

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Feelings

Mammon x fem!reader x OC Damon

Reader has feelings for mammon but she to afraid to even tell him about it, reader gets invited to a Halloween party but doesn’t go because she had to stay in and study for a test, reader then sees a video on asmo story with mammon and a random succubus, reader gets jealous and then vents to her fuck buddy about it (they fuck). OH! And mammon has feelings for reader but she doesn’t know that yet.

Anyways take this as an apology from me for not uploading anything new for like a whole month😔😁

Warning:This has a bit of smut! (Between reader and damon), also bad written smut💀…I TRIED MY BEST, not proofread so uhh there might be some mistakes…(it’s so late omg)

but anyways next part is going to be mammon and reader!

This will have a part 2 btw!

It was 11pm and you couldn’t sleep at all

You kept tossing and turning in bed trying to get some sleep for the past 2 hours but it was like your body was not letting you rest. You huff and grabbed your phone from your night stand before sitting up.

You wrapped your blanket around yourself before going onto deviltok, in hopes that it will help you get tired. You scrolled past some fun and interesting videos before receiving a notification from devilgram.

You noticed that it was from asmo’s account by the icon and username. You clicked on it and saw the pictures that he took from some party that he, mammon, and satan went to.

Right, aria’s Halloween party

You remember asmo excitedly telling you about the party this morning and how he couldn’t wait to see what you will be wearing tonight for the party. But his excitement died down the moment you told him that you wouldn’t be able to go to the party because you wanted to stay in and study for an upcoming test for one of your classes.

You remembered mammon telling you about how lame it was for you to stay at home and study for some dumb test then to go out and party with him and his brothers. (You didn’t notice how he was a little bummed out about you not going)

You swiped through every picture and could tell that the three brothers were having a great time at the Halloween party.

You sigh, kinda regretting not going in the first place.

But then again you really needed to stay in and study for that stupid test.

As you swiped through the pictures, you couldn’t help but stare at the ones that mammon was in a little longer than you should have.

He looked….. hot

Like really hot

You could feel your face heat up by just looking at him and you quickly shook your head trying to get rid of any sinful thought that was going through your head about him.

You shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend like that

you told yourself.

You notice asmo story icon light up and you waited for a bit before clicking on it. There you could see him and some unknown demon taking shots as music and cheers fill the background. You click onto the next story and see him recording a very drunk Satan who looked like he was about ready to pass out.

You could hear asmo yell out “what a light weight!” Through giggles and you couldn’t help but to giggle too. You were glad that they were having fun. You swiped through the next story expecting to see more funny videos of Satan or anyone. But what you saw next was something you never would’ve expected.

There in the video, you see a random succubus flirting with a very much drunk mammon as asmo laughs and giggles in the background with an equally as much drunk Satan.

“Maybe mammon won’t come home tonight”

That line was enough for you to exit out of the app and put your phone down.

You frowned and couldn’t help but to feel a wave of jealousy wash over you.

You know you shouldn’t feel like this because you and mammon aren’t even together. But the video and what asmo said really did tick you off.

You didn’t like how close she was to him. How she ran her hands down his chest with a flirty smile.

You fucking hated it

You huff before laying back down on the bed and deciding that maybe it was time for you to go to bed. But before you could even close your eyes, you hear the sound of a text notification coming from your phone.

You groaned and angrily grabbed your phone to see who was texting you at this late hour. The moment you see who’s name it was though, you quickly sit right back up.

You up?

The text read.

It took you a moment, but you responded back.

Yeah

You chuckle when you saw how quick he viewed your text before beginning to type.

Can I come pick you up? It’s been a while since I last saw you

You thought about it for a moment. You have already finished studying and you're still not tired. And you also haven’t seen him in a while now so what’s the harm?

I’ll go get ready. Text me when you're here and DON’T park too close to the house. Don’t want Lucifer to know I’m sneaking out

You got it mamas😉

You chuckle before getting up from bed and quietly walking to your bathroom to go get ready

You picked out a nice set of underwear and bra before putting on some baggy black pro club sweats and a low cut black long sleeve shirt. You put on some socks and decided to go with some crocs before fixing your hair and doing some bit of makeup.

You received a text and noticed that it was from him

Wanna spend the night at my place?

You picked up your phone and started typing out a response.

Sure. I have nothing planned out for tomorrow anyways

Alright I’m here. Don’t forget your spend the night bag

You smile before giving him a thumbs up. You grabbed your bag before packing some spare clothes, toothbrush, and your phone charger. After making sure you have everything in your bag, you quietly opened your bedroom window and climbed out.

You were lucky your room was on the first floor.

You quietly closed your window before walking out to where he usually parks when he comes to pick you up.

You quickly walk up to his car and get in.

“Haven’t seen you in a while” He says as he starts to drive away. You shake your head before looking at him.

“Has it been that long?”

“Mmm yeah it has. Missed you a bit” You roll your eyes before taking out your phone.

“Miss fucking you to” Your face heats up as he smirks and puts his hand on your thigh.

“Didn’t expect you to be home. Thought you also went to aria Halloween party” The mention of the party quickly soured your mood when you remembered about that succubus and mammon.

“No I had to stay in and study for some dumb test” He noticed the change of attitude and looked at you before facing the road again.

“Damn you must have really wanted to go to that party” you rolled your eyes.

“I could care less about some Halloween party” He raised a brow before squeezing your thigh.

“Tell me. Why are you mad?” Your eyes widen before looking at him like he’s crazy.

“Me? Mad? I’m not mad!” He chuckles.

“You look and sound mad. Tell me, why are you mad?”

“I-“

“Y/n” You sigh before looking out the window.

“I saw a video on asmo story and some random succubus was flirting and being all touchy touchy with mammon”

…..

You flinched when you heard him laugh.

“Don’t tell me you got jealous!” He says as he continues to laugh. You could feel your face and neck heat up before quickly slapping his hand away from your thigh which quickly finds its way back on your thigh.

“God your so annoying”

“Okay okay sorry for laughing” He says through a fit of giggles. You huffed and looked out the window. Not wanting to face him at all.

“Don’t ignore me sweets! I’m sorry for laughing”

“Whatever”

“Wanna talk about it?” You stayed silent for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“I shouldn’t be getting jealous over something like that. Mammon is a free man and is allowed to talk or flirt with whoever he wants. But it’s just that I started growing some…feelings for him and so seeing that Video just made me super mad and…jealous” he hums as he squeezes your thigh in a comforting manner.

“Have you told him about your feelings yet?”

“No…”

“And why’s that?” You stayed quiet before answering back.

“Because what if maybe he doesn’t feel the same way? We’ve been friends for 3 years now and I never really seen him show any romantic feelings for me. And what if he doesn’t like me back? Then what? I’ll ruin our perfectly good friendship and then everything will be awkward between us!”

“Mmm maybe you should stop overthinking it and just tell him. If he doesn’t feel the same way then his lost”

“Wish it was that easy”

The two of you finally arrived at his house and you grabbed your things before getting out of the car. He opens his house door and that’s when Damon suddenly picks you up and swings you over his shoulder before taking you to his bedroom.

You squeal as he throws you on the bed and quickly gets on top of you.

“Fuck I missed you so much”

“Damon!” He starts planting kisses down your neck and you whine when you feel his hand sneak down your pants. He starts to slowly rub your clit through your underwear as the both of you kiss.

“Felt like centuries not being able to see or fuck you” he whispers against your skin.

“Damon~ please!” he takes off your shirt along with your bra before quickly latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. You shiver at the sensation of his tongue on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

He pulls away and starts to pull down your pants.

“Ready?”

“Mhm”

He pulls down your underwear before suddenly stopping. Which makes you look at him confused.

“You okay?”

“I want to taste you” You giggle before spreading your legs for him. He starts kissing you from your chest all the way down to your area and you shiver when he starts kissing your inner thighs.

“Damon~”

“Forgot how needy and impatient you are” he teased as he starts to slowly lick up your slit. You were extra sensitive since the last time you and Damon had fuck was 8 months ago. Damn did you miss the way he was good with his tongue.

“Ha~! Fuck! Damon!” You could feel him smirk against your folds as he greedily sucks on your clit. You closed your eyes and gripped tightly onto his hair as he continued to lick and suck on your dripping pussy.

But before you could even cum, he stops and goes to give you a kiss. You whine into the kiss and can feel him smirk against your lips.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get to cum soon”

He helps you get into position and you could already feel yourself getting even more wet as he made you go face down ass up.

“You ready?”

“Mhm please just put it in”

“Such an impatient pretty girl”

You gasp and feel shivers go down your spine when you feel his mushroom tip tease itself against your folds. Your back arches and you wiggle your ass a bit as you whine for him to put it in already.

“Please Damon! I want it! I want- fuck!” He decides to give you what you want and pushes his whole length inside. He gives you time to adjust to his size before slowly starting to move inside you. You let out a soft moan as you finally got to feel full again after months. You just love the way his cock moves inside you.

“F-fuck! So fucking tight” He sucks in a breath as he feels your pussy clamping down hard onto his cock. His thrust starts to quicken which makes you tightly grip onto the sheets. He then stops and angles into a position where you can feel his cock brush everywhere within your walls.

“Damon!” You could feel every curve and vein of his dick as fucks you so good and deep. You claw at the sheets and you could already feel your orgasm approach.

Fuck. 8 months with no dick and you were already sensitive and coming in not even a second.

“M’close! Please don’t stop Damon!”

“Not planning on stopping anytime soon baby” You then suddenly feel his arm sneak around your waist before pulling you up against his chest. You moan at this new angle. He sneaks a hand down between your legs and starts to quickly rub your clit which made you let out a loud moan.

“Fuckkkkk”

“You like that? Love me fucking and rubbing your clit like this?”

“Yes yes yes” You pull at his hair as his thrust seem to get even faster. You moan as you felt him leave kisses on your neck and how he would occasionally pinch and tweak at your nipples.

You don’t know how long this went on for before you felt yourself cumming on his cock. You fall face first into the pillow as damon continues to thrust before pulling out and coming on your ass.

You stayed there until you were able to catch your breath and you could feel damon rub your back before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

He soon comes back with a wet rag and starts to clean his cum off your ass and in between your legs. He grabs a cold water bottle from the mini fridge that he has in his room and opens it before helping you drink it.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt you right?”

“I’m okay” You say before taking one last sip of the water. He stays silent for a moment before speaking up.

“Want to watch a movie?” You giggle before nodding your head.

“Sure”

“May I ask why I found out that you three were out at a Halloween party last night?”

Busted

“I don’t know what you're talking about” Lucifer raised a brow before showing them pictures and videos that he found on the internet to them.

Satan rolls his eyes as asmo just gives his older brother a nervous smile. Mammon avoids eye contact as Lucifer continues to scold them.

After what felt like years, they were all dismissed from Lucifer's office and were allowed to go back to the dining room to prepare for breakfast.

“Can one of you please wake up y/n and tell her breakfast is almost ready?”

“I’ll do it!” Mammon says before running to the direction of where your room was. He opens the door expecting to either see you still sleeping or getting ready in the bathroom but he was only met with an empty room.

“Huh? Yo y/n you up?” He walks to your bathroom before knocking.

“Breakfast is almost ready! Hurry before Lucifer gets here and drags ya downstairs himself!”

Again no response. He frowns before opening the door and seeing no one in the bathroom either.

He stood there for a second and blinks before panicking.

“Y/n?!” Mammon quickly rushes downstairs and to the dining room ready to inform his brothers about how you're not in your room.

But by the time he gets downstairs to the dining room, he sees a tired and disappointed Lucifer scolding you.

“Why and where did you sneak off to last night?” He asks sternly. You gave him a sheepish smile before answering his question.

“I was at a friend's house” Lucifer massages his temple as he could already feel a migraine coming.

“Please just go sit down and eat. We’ll discuss your punishment later” you just nod before taking a seat next to asmo.

“Sooo~ who were you with last night?” He asks with a teasing grin.

“Mm? Oh I was with a friend”

“Friend? Really? I can literally smell the sexual”you quickly cover his mouth as you feel your face slowly burn up.

“Okay okay! I was at my…” You leaned in close to his ear “fuck buddy’s house”. Asmo gasps before squealing and asking you thousands and thousands of questions.

As you and asmo talked. Mammon suddenly started seeing red.

Why the fuck do you smell like Damon Blackwood?

Omg😱 ANYWAYS

jealous mammon?👀

Also again, sorry sorry sorry sorryyyyyy for the badly written smut😔😬 ILL DO BETTER IN PART TWO🙏🏻🙏🏻 TRUST‼️

Anyways it’s like 4 in the morning and I’m so fucking tired rn😭

#inuiiwonderland🤍#obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me OC: Damon🐈‍⬛#obey me smut #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me angst #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me luficer #obey me asmodeus

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a new kind of romance, pt 7

part 6 | cuddles - - - -

🎁 | mistletoe magic

“Ooh, look she’s doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Kara asked, shrugging off her jacket to join Nia and Brainy at a hightop laden with empty glasses.

“Mistletoe magic,” Nia sighed fondly.

“Mistletoe what-?” Kara glanced at Brainy who looked flush with a smudge of Nia’s shade of red on his own lips, and then her eyes tracked to Kelly and Alex two tables away giggling under the glowing branch of green leaves that glistened with the telltale golden sparks of magic. Of Lena’s magic. “Oh.”

She found the culprit loitering on the far end of the bar nursing a drink, smiling, and looking totally and completely huggable, and Kara’s mood immediately brightened. Not that it was sour: it was Al’s holiday party after all.

Kara’s natural reaction to seeing Lena was to superspeed over and engulf her into a super-sized hug and hope the burst of surprise and laughter would land quiet and private into the crook of her neck.

She very nearly did exactly that except just as she was about to shift into sixth gear and race over Kara realized Lena wasn’t alone. More specifically, she was bookended by two people: Sam and... Andrea.

Which was… fine. Kara loved Sam and all the support she had for Lena. But Andrea? Kara was trying to find warmth for Andrea.

“How long has she been here?” Kara asked before the green-eyed monster could be swallowed down.

“Who?” Nia asked, distracted by a stuffed potato skin.

“No one," Kara blinked, brushing away imaginary crumbs from the table, "nothing. Forget it-”

“I believe Kara is referring to either Ms. Rojas or Ms. Arias,” Brainy interrupted, being all correct and stuff. Kara shot him a dark look that went missed because he was still trying to rub off remnants of lipstick.

“Oh, dunno,” Nia replied with a shrug. “I think they came together?”

“Sam and Andrea?” Kara asked for confirmation even though she definitely didn’t care.

“No, Andrea and Lena.”

“Oh. Sure. Right.”

Positively, absolutely, for sure wasn’t bothered by that.

“Why?” Kara asked nearly a minute later, interrupting a conversation she wasn’t listening to.

Nia paused mid-sentence and glanced at a very distraught-looking Kara. “Why what?”

“Why did they come together?”

“Who?”

“I believe Kara is referring to Ms. Rojas and-”

“Did they have a work meeting?” Kara interrupted, eyes jumping back toward Andrea who was far too cozy and far too close to Lena which was… fine. It was. It really was.

Nia’s mouth opened to respond. Then it closed. Then her eyes narrowed. Then they lifted. Then a smirk the size of the Nile spread across her face. “Why do you care?”

And Kara didn’t like the Nile-sized smile. She didn’t like it one bit. “No reason.”

“I dunno. Brainy, does she look a bit jealous to you?”

“I’m not-” Kara tried to cut in - whined, practically.

“Kara, you do look rather, as they say, ‘put-out’.”

“Does it have anything to do with Andrea subtly guiding Lena toward that mistletoe next to them-?”

“What? She isn’t-”

“Or are you just jealous Lena’s full attention is on her ex at all?”

Two things happened next: the first was that Kara fish-mouthed and blushed furiously because yea, obviously she was jealous. Who wouldn’t be jealous of someone getting Lena’s time. Not that Kara wanted to control her time or who she spent it with or…

And then the second thing happened. And that second thing was like an Acme anvil falling on her Wile E. Coyote state of confusion: she registered Nia's actual words.

“Her ex? Who’s ex? Sam’s ex? You… you mean Sam and Andrea, right? They’re exes?”

Right? she shouted in her brain and maybe out loud.

The look on Nia’s face did not support this thesis because the look on Nia’s face was like she was looking at an alien, which technically Kara was, but ‘idioms’.

“I don't know about Ms. Aria, but Ms. Rojas dated Lena for a number of years at boarding school,” Brainy confirmed and shattered Kara’s hopes and dreams and maybe her heart too just a little bit because at that exact moment Lena burst into laughter and Andrea looked so proud for being the source of said laughter and no, Kara’s eyes were not glowing red that would be preposterous but if they were it’s not like anyone would notice with all the colorful lights hung everywhere-

“Hey you know your eyes are glowing, right?” Nia asked before sucking up a bright purple drink from a tiny blue straw and smiling like the dang cheshire cat.

Ok, so yea, maybe her eyes glowing red wasn’t, like, the greatest.

“I need to get some food,” Kara mumbled, abandoning Brainy and Nia for the bar where M’gann was telling off a drunk Haverack wobbling on of his stool and J’onn was stepping up to intervene. Before his stony disposition could do its trick though, a tickle of gold flecks from overhead stalled the entire confrontation.

Kara wasn’t going to pout. She wouldn’t do that. She was a way calmer, cooler, collected-er kryptonian than that.

What Kara was going to do though was lean against the bar and stare longingly at M’gann laughing when J’onn pointed to the glowing mistletoe that had not-so-subtly appeared above them.

The Haverack fell off his stool again, but that wasn’t what kept Kara’s attention.

“I’m sure M’gann is willing to share, darling.”

It wasn’t fair that Lena could make Kara jump and send her super calm, cool, collected demeanor catapulting out the nearest window with a little whisper. It also wasn’t fair that Lena was so so pretty leaning in next to her while wearing nothing more than a simple pair of jeans and sweater. A sweater that was too long in the arms and bunched at Lena’s wrists and made Kara want to pull her close and fly her home and wrap them both in a blanket for the rest of eternity.

Naturally Kara replied with a stammer and in a fit of indecision, she grabbed Lena's hand and also winked and then booped her head against Lena's shoulder.

Which was far from normal. It was because Lena was so pretty tonight.

But Lena was always pretty. She could make cardboard overalls look good. And sure, Kara had seen from a distance that she was just as jaw-dropping as ever, but seeing her up close? in Kara’s own space? where she could get lost in Lena’s soft pretty skin? where she could feel the piercing meant-only-for-her gaze and get all sorts of weak-kneed and breathless? where she could take in the perfect shampoo-perfumey-Lena mix that couldn’t be imitated because Kara, curious and missing Lena while she was off saving acquisitions and mergers once in Shanghai, had tried recreating the scent but failed?

“I thought you weren’t going to make it. Duty calling and all that.”

“I’ve got one ear on the city, and deadlines can wait one more night,” Kara explained, trying to ignore the distraction that was Lena. Always Lena.

"Don't let Cat hear you say that," Lena smirked.

“Did I miss anything?”

“Just the usual: M’gann’s eggnog has half the bar dancing, though it looks like some hit it a bit too hard,” Lena said with a nod toward the passed-out Haverack, “and Nia is dragging Brainy under every green leaf in the place,” Lena chuckled. "Not sure whose going to tap out first."

“It sounds like someone is to blame for that ‘mistletoe magic’,” Kara replied, nudging Lena with her shoulder.

Lena hummed, her feigned ignorance betrayed by a revealing smirk.

“Care for some?”

“S-some?” Kara choked, ears ringing.

“Mistletoe magic,” Lena explained slowly, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching with the elegance of a chandelier or an umbrella or hand-painted porcelain or-or… Kara didn’t know. She wasn’t thinking clearly.

Kara glanced across the bar toward Alex who was giving her a knowing stare and supportive smile that really looked more like a grimace mixed with nausea which meant only one thing: here it was, the chance. The chance Kara had spent minutes and hours and days pacing and hoping and yammering Alex’s ear off for.

She had gone through every stage of fretting and panicking and unintentionally tearing her couch cushions in half before Kelly’s calmer touch gave her the confidence to believe in her own feelings and maybe - maybe - even Lena's.

Because that’s what Lena was implying now, right?

It was a frosting-covered finger. It was an intimately placed zipper. It was nonexistent personal boundaries that Kara wanted and wanted and wanted.

Now was the chance to put those feelings in motion. It was the perfect setting: holiday tunes were playing, lights were twinkling, the laughter and raucous of friends and family surrounded them. It couldn’t be any better, which was why Kara took a readying breath, propped herself against the bar in a way she hoped looked confident, and offered what Alex would later call the most manic-looking smile she’d ever seen.

“Well if it’s on the table…” Kara began bravely with a throat-clearing to steady herself, “uh, do I get to… er, you know,” she continued with the elegance of a newborn calf taking its first steps, “to pick?”

The wagging eyebrows probably didn’t help her efforts because she was met with a small Lena scowl that made Kara swallow and mutter some incoherent set of sounds and extend her finger toward the sprinkle of mistletoe hanging around the bar like Lena didn’t understand.

But then Lena said “oh” in this small sort of way that made Kara think that maybe Lena didn’t understand. So she clarified:

“Put me in, coach!” Kara said, puffing up her chest with the kind of confidence reserved only for superheroes and poorly thought through actions.

And technically they were words. Maybe not the best words. Definitely not her best words. But together, it made a semi-coherent sentence that surely - definitely - made her intentions clear.

“Put you… in? I wasn’t… I meant-”

“You meant that since everyone else is… you know...” Kara said conspiratorially with a hand gesture that was meant to say everything else. “I don’t wanna miss out on that holiday spirit, right?”

“I didn’t, uh,” Lena began, a small cough and blush making her discomfort clear which made Kara want to hoover back those misguided intentions real fast and keep her dumb mouth shut.

Then Lena’s scowl deepened to a version Kara wasn’t familiar with and definitely couldn’t identify which made Kara’s heart plummet. “Right, of course. Who did you-”

“I call dibs!” came an excited shout from behind Lena.

And yea, maybe Kara should’ve been better at observing her surroundings because there was Sam.

Who was standing on the other side of Lena.

The whole time.

Not like it could be Kara’s fault though: Lena just had a way of making the rest of the world disappear.

“Uh- '' Kara stammered because that technically - definitely - was not what she meant and having Sam sidekick her way through Kara’s ‘feelings’ reveal was not the chance she had pictured. But from the look of tempered frustration on Lena’s face, maybe she should be thanking Sam.

“Pucker up babes,” Sam said, dancing around Lena to split the two. “Lena, you don’t mind, right?” Sam asked, eyes bright and mischievous and far too excited for Kara’s waning courage.

“I don’t really think Kara needs my permission,” Lena replied with a tone that sounded… mad? Was Lena mad?

“I meant the green leafy goods; get your magic hands moving, Luthor,” Sam said, jazz hands waving at her own sides.

“I-I'd only meant it for, uh, real couples-”

“Oh,” Kara answered while a ton of metaphorical bricks squeezed her chest empty of air and hope and confidence.

Kara peered past Sam toward Lena who looked flush and annoyed and her jaw was clenched like a vice and, oh gosh, Kara had misread the whole situation.

Maybe it wasn’t a frosting-covered finger or an intimately placed zipper or nonexistent personal boundaries that Kara wanted and wanted and wanted.

Maybe Kelly and Alex had talked her into a false sense of security. Maybe she had just barged in and ruined a perfectly good time. Had she just ruined a perfectly good friendship? Kara didn’t have an answer so instead she stared at the floor which was peppered with fallen mistletoe leaves and dirty napkins and cobwebs and… was that a ring?

“Oh relax, Lena. What’s the harm in a little-”

“Sam, enough-”

“I was kidding,” Kara practically shouted as an uncomfortable hand fidgeted with a pair of absent glasses.

For having super hearing, Kara could only make out pin-drop silence, Sam’s shocked “what?” and Lena’s racing heartbeat.

“There isn’t, you know… I was just kidding. Can you imagine that? Supergirl kissing someone? Here? And-and besides, Lena’s right - you’re right,” Kara rambled, looking at her best friend who was decidedly not looking at her, “real couples only, and there isn’t, you know, anyone here who… uhm, yea.”

And then she forced a laugh because she wanted all of it to end.

It sort of did after that:

Awkwardness ensued through silent sips and half-glances. Sam did her best to rope in the others, but Kara couldn’t shake the discomfort.

Then Alex and Kelly offered their goodbyes - “babysitters are expensive!” - with Kara getting a tighter hug than usual from Alex that didn't make anything feel better.

Sam followed moments later with a matching reason and what looked like an apologetic smile - “minus the babysitter part. Ruby would skin me alive if I hired a babysitter. She already thinks she’s twenty.”

Nia, with Brainy in tow, made some excuse about needing to replace a lightbulb that no one believed because by then the color Nia’s lips had started the night with was now the color of Brainy's face, neck, and collar.

Which left Kara and Lena, and boy did Kara want to apologize for overstepping. Her fingers tapped on a bottle she didn’t remember getting while mustering the courage and bravery she thought she remembered having. She almost found it again.

Almost.

Except that’s the exact moment Kara realized it wasn’t just her and Lena, because Andrea picked that exact moment to reappear.

“Where’d everyone go?”

Lena said words and Kara nodded but didn’t hear. What she did hear was Andrea’s suggestion that they call it a night. Then she heard Andrea propose she and Lena share a cab - “we live two blocks apart, after all” - and within seconds had both jackets at the ready.

Then Lena, who hadn’t said another word to Kara all night, looked briefly conflicted toward Kara before nodding.

“Goodnight, Kara.”

And then it did end. It ended without the right words or a hug and definitely not a kiss. It ended before it even began with Kara standing alone under a branch of forgotten mistletoe.

- - - - - - part 8 | new years

#but when did that mistletoe appear?!?!#what is brevity #symptoms of writing #new romances #supercorp #supercorp ficlet #lena luthor #kara danvers

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