#Most Obvious Lies People Were Ever Told

[thelittleliars]

Surprise

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Warnings: fighting, being drunk, mention of homophobia, mention of deceased parents, angst with a happy end

Words: 3.5k

Summary: You wanted to surprise your girlfriend but instead you were the one that got surprised.

A/N: Here it is: the Angst with a happy ending one shot as the majority of you voted for! Btw I did not proof read it so be aware.

Flying wasn't your thing; sitting for hours in a thing that is high in the air with nothing to do but to sleep, eat, watch or read something. And airplane was a capsule of boredom to you, that was why you'd never fly unless you had to. Unfortunately you had to fly for your job since it required you to fly overseas from time to time. This time you had a 15 hour flight back home, itching to not only to see your girlfriend Natasha but also to surprise her, your supposed flight was scheduled for only three days later and when you were given the go to fly back earlier you took the chance and told her nothing about it. You hadn't seen her in weeks so you were extra excited to see her again.

The uber stopped in front of your apartment complex, as you got your things out of the trunk you thanked them for the pleasant ride and wished them a good day. You were quick to arrive at your door, the apartment was one on the top floors, before unlocking it with the your key. The smile on your face vanished when you saw Natasha standing there with three people you had never met before. Your mood became a little sour as you didn't like that your surprise didn't go as you had planned. "Who are you?" You asked confused as nobody including your girlfriend made a move to introduce each other.

They stared at you with critical eyes, sizing you up and down as if you were a criminal or some other threat. The younger woman with blonde hair spoke up first. "Her family." Your heart stilled for a second thinking of meeting her family like this wasn't great but you dismissed everything quickly because you remembered that her family was dead. "No, that can't be. Her family died when she was young." You looked confused at Nat, then back at those strangers again. When nobody responded you got a bit anxious, Natasha wouldn't have lied about that right?

The man spoke up next, bringing you out of your head of spiraling thoughts. "Who are you?" But before you could answer that question happily, the other woman gave her thoughts to the situation. "She's most likely the roommate Natasha always talked about." Roommate. You whirled your head towards your red headed lover, looking baffled at her already guilty expression, pain appeared in your heart and you swore that nothing cut you as deep as the statement along with her silence and facial expression. You pursed your lips to hide how much she hurt you, it would be too embarrassing to throw a fit in front of her family. Natasha opened her mouth but before she got to speak you jumped in. "I just had a 15 hour flight and all I wanna do is take a shower and maybe a nap afterwards. I guess I see y'all later." You said to all of them before you fetched your suitcase and disappeared into the actual guest room that the two of you had for emergencies.

In the shower you sat down and let the water fall onto you. You overthought everything you thought you knew. It was obvious that it was her family, she lied about her parent dying. Why would she do that? And if she lied about that what else did she lie about? Evidently about your relationship. The roommate Natasha constantly talked about.. That statement hurt immensely. You couldn't understand why were a roommate, not even a very good friend no, just a fucking roommate. It made you angry, especially because you loved that woman deeply and it made you wonder if she actually loved you. You also deliberate about if you could ever forgive her about this betrayal.

After the long shower, your phone started ringing the second your t-shirt hit you body. It was strange for someone to call you at this hour but when you saw it was your friend Wanda you answered without a question. You couldn't get a hello out because she was talking fast. "Open your door, there's a surprise for you!" The excitement in her voice was refreshing after all the work talk you had done overseas for days. "Wands, I don't like surprises."

"I know and I'm sorry to do this to you but this one's really worth it. Please believe me and don't hang up!" You tried to put all the faith you had left in her and walked out of the guest room as held your phone against your ear. "I won't hang up don't worry." While you passed by the open kitchen-living room to get to the door, you felt the red head's and her family's intense eyes on you. You ignore them as you opened the door and there she stood, the great Wanda Maximoff with some tickets in her hands. She practically shoved them into your hands. Only then did you hang up the phone and looked at what the tickets were. Your eyes widen in shock before you threw yourself at Wanda, hugging her happily. Natasha jealously was seething so she decided to speak. "What is your ex doing here?"

You turned around smiling at her but not as bright as you had been a second before, you still waved the tickets with joy telling her what the tickets were for. "She got me tickets for a sold out Hayley Kiyoko show!!" Natasha knew how much that meant for you since you had never seen her live even though you had tickets for three concerts at one point. You hated it so much that your job always came in between the dates, making you sell your concert tickets of the singer that was your first crush and gay awakening. This whole situation gave Natasha another pang of jealousy, she should have been the one giving you the tickets, not your damn ex.

"The lesbian Jesus?" The blonde woman whose name you still don't know asked. You nodded and saw her face breaking into a proud expression. "Since when do you know that?" Natasha asked her sister in almost an insulting tone. "Kate Bishop, where else?" After Nat narrowed her eyes the blonde explained further with a shrug. "She told me that I need to widen my horizon in pop culture." At that you turned your attention back to Wanda, minding your own business while picking up your conversation again. "I- I'm.. thank you for the tickets Wands. I truly don't know how to thank you." She smiled at your overwhelmed but giddy state. "You could take me with you?" She joked as she also pointed to the tickets. You agreed to her idea incredibly fast, maybe a bit too fast considering that you had a girlfriend you usually asked and took with you to concerts. But in that split of a moment you didn't give a shit about asking her to go with you, going with your ex sounded way better. "It - it's tomorrow already. Wait, hold on. How'd you even know that I'd be back by then?"

"Oh yeah about that.. I might have talked with Josh." She smiled sheepishly. Josh was a mutual friend but also your co-worker. But you'd never have thought that Josh would talk about your (early) return. Especially since you told him you wanted to surprise everyone. "Are you lovebirds actually coming in or stay in the doorway all night?" Alexei teased you both, you didn't how how to feel about that. You were still together with his daughter and him teasing or shipping you with your ex was beyond something you thought you'd experience. The frown on Natasha face was something you didn't miss and you actually had to bite your tongue before saying something you'd regret. To your luck, because you knew biting your tongue wouldn't help for long, your lover pipped in. "They are ex-girlfriends and not lovebirds." She stated hard. Her father continued to reason with his daughter. "Doesn't have to mean anything Tasha bear. How often did your mother and I break up and got back together hmm?"

You ignored their conversation once again, turning to the red head that stood still in the doorway you told her to wait for you. "Let me switch pants and then we go get a drink somewhere yeah? That way we can catch up and they can continue having family time uninterrupted." Natasha wanted to interject, deny you going out with Wanda when she desperately wanted to explain herself but she feared that stopping you would dig her grave with you only deeper so she let you go. When you were about to leave, Yelena and Alexei teased you both a last time. You felt a bit bad for Natasha but it all were also a part of consequences of her actions. "Don't come home too late." Was the only thing she told you. You still heard Yelena's such a mom and Alexei's don't be a cockblocker Natasha through the door.

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You were passed out in Wanda's arms as she carried you bridal style towards your apartment. It wasn't planned that you drank this much alcohol, but once you got a taste of it you just couldn't stop, it numbed your feelings and problems that you badly wanted to forget. Natasha was at the door quick, relieved when she saw you in Wanda's arms, she lead you both towards your bedroom watching how your ex put you on the bed gently.

"Thank you for bringing her home." She commented. The other woman only nodded before leaving fairly quickly, not wanting to be there in case you woke up which she knew was unlikely but didn't want it risk it anyways. Hungover you was something she did not want to witness ever again.

The next morning was rather midday by the time you woke up. You walked into the bathroom first, quickly peeing and splashing some water on your face before wandering to the kitchen, there you saw Natasha sitting at her kitchen counter with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other hand. "Morning." You hummed grumpily, acknowledging her without actually talking to her. She huffed before she tried to talk to you again. "Y/N I-" Natasha started but you cut her off immediately. "I don't wanna talk."

"But I really-" Her next attempt to talk got quickly cut off by you again. "I SAID I DONT WANT TO TALK NATASHA!" You didn't yell, you simply rose your voice a bit to get your point across. She shut up afterwards. "Gosh just give me space before you ruin my day. I still have a concert to attend to." Your words and the situation cut her deep, it hurt to know this side of you - that she was the reason for bringing this out of you and inflicting (you) pain. She never wanted any of this.

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After the incredible amazing concert you dragged Wanda into a bar to get some well deserved fries and drinks. It didn't last long until you spilled your relationship problems and some evil thoughts you had in your head. The cruelest one was to text Nat asking her if she'd give you permission to kiss another girl during Hayley's performance of Girls Like Girls. You'd never cheat but the itch to get back at her in some way for betraying you was big.

"I know you want to hurt Natasha back a bit because of what she did but is it really worth it? Wouldn't that just truly ruin your relationship?" Wanda was concerned about your state of mind and what you might would do. She knew how rash you were in doing something when you got hurt by someone close to you. "It's hardly a relationship if it's build on lies." You stated without any emotion in your voice and expression. This only showed her that her worries were valid. "Maybe she had a good reason for it." The red head tried so hard to see the positive but of course with your mood, nothing was getting to you.

"I can't think of a single good reason of why she'd lie about her parents passing. I also came up short when I thought of a reason of her hiding our relationship. Like I'd have understood if it were the same situation as it was in our relationship, when you were a baby gay with parents who oftentimes said homophobic remarks and you being afraid to come out. But her father and sister teased us lovebirds and it seemed very genuine, they weren't homophobic." At the mention of Wanda's past, she felt the need to voice her thoughts. "I still feel like they stopped with the remarks after catching Pietro watching gay porn." You gave her a tiny sad smile. "Well either way, at least you had the decency to tell your family that we were not only very good but also very close friends. I'm just a roommate to them."

"I'm sorry." She said it genuine, without any pity or whatsoever. You nodded but also sighed at her apology. "Not your fault Wanda. Don't apologize for something that's out of reach." It was quiet between the two of you for a long moment, eating and drinking to make it less awkward before you asked her if you could crash at her place. "Of course, you're always welcome." Later, right before you went to sleep, you texted your girlfriend that you'd stay at Wanda's for the night.

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When you got home the next day, Natasha was nowhere to be found, it gave you enough time to ponder if you should simply break up with her and get all your things with you, it would have been a coward move on your part and you were already cowardly enough by staging away from her the night before. You quickly changed into a new set of clothes the grabbing your headphones and went into the kitchen, getting out ingredients from the cabinets to bake something, you still needed to distract yourself before facing Natasha.

The second she entered the apartment and heard movements she knew were only yours, she stopped dead in her tracks as she wasn't expecting you to the apartment yet. She thought that you were staying at Wanda's for a while longer but since you weren't she took the chance to finally talk to you and explain herself. You were startled by the tap on your shoulder, you hadn't heard her come back with the headphones on yours ears blasting angry rock-metal music. Pausing the music and taking the headphones from your ears, you turned around to face Natasha, she had messy hair with dark circles and bags underneath her eyes. It told you that she had a sleepless night.

"I don't want to talk." You told her simply because it irritated you that she disrupted your baking time. She groaned in frustration. "But I need to talk. Y/N I want to fix my mistakes, I want to fix us." She was desperate, you heard it in her voice, but that still didn't change your mind. "Maybe the magnitude of your mistakes are too big to fix." The words you said left her stunned. With the little courage she had left she asked you the important question. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Not yet." It came out weak, nearly matching the weak tone of the question Natasha asked second before. A bit of relieve flooded her system but she was still tense m, fearing your answer to her next question. "What's holding you back?" You weren't sure if you wanted to let her know your reasons but you ended up opening anyways. "My gut and my trust in you."

The silence that followed was nearly deafening, the redheaded woman simply was at loss of words because it felt wrong for you to still have trust in her. "I haven't shattered your trust yet?"

"Hard to believe right? Despite all your lies I still trust you.. even if it's on a thin thread." There was another couple of minutes of silence before she finally could apologize without you cutting her off. "Then let me apologize because I really have to apologize for how the other day went down. I'm sorry for lying about my parents and that I lied to them about our relationship. I didn't mean to hurt you but I did and now I have to own it up." She started before moving to sit down on a chair. "It's true that my parents died at a young age. Who you saw was my foster family, we didn't always get along which resulted in me distancing myself from them for a decade. It wasn't until we were a year deep into a relationship that we started to have contact again."

"But why lie to them about us? Your father and sister seemed pretty open about homosexuals." You asked, still confused about certain things that needed to be cleared up.

"My plan was to ease them in telling how I'm not only queer but more so a lesbian. Last time I really knew them they were homophobic so I was surprised by their remarks. I hadn't met them in person for so long, I guess they changed a lot during that time." You took your hands in hers. It was a small gesture of you supporting her in quietness. "I'm sorry detka. I should have told you a long time ago about my foster family. And also that I told them you were my roommate."

"I just don't get it. Why tell them we're roommates and not friends?" It was the question that plagued your mind. She bit her lips then shaking her head and looking everywhere but at you. "It wouldn't have been believable. I always ruined all my friendships." You squeezed her hands in hope she'd look at you again and she did even if it was only for a few seconds. "Is there anything else you lied about?"

Her eyes rose to yours, this time you could see her bare soul laying out for you. She removed her hands from yours before answered honest. "Uhh.. my job?" It was barely a second that passed by before you shrieked out her full name. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova!" She squeezed her eyes shut as her name fell from your lips like you called her satan, then she fumbled with her hands until they found yours again. With an honest look in her eyes she apologizes again. "Y/N I'm really sorry okay."

"Sorry doesn't make it better! Natasha you do realize how fucked up this is right? Especially because we talk about work at dinner every other day. Gosh." You felt sick to your stomach when you thought back at the countless of conversations you had. "If-if you're not a secretary then what exactly do you do?"

"I'm actually a SHIELD agent." She leaned closer to you when she noticed your lack of response. When you did reply it made Natasha even more nervous, anxious even, she feared that you decide to break up with her right then and there. "A SHIELD agent?" You repeated calmly, a bit too calm for your girlfriend's liking, a calm person is always one to fear during a fight, they most likely are already done with everything. "A SHIELD agent." Natasha confirmed.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"At some point." You nodded then removed your hands from hers all while you were telling her you needed to go back to baking, you turned around finished your cupcakes. Natasha stood there awkwardly, not knowing what else to tell you or where to go. When the first batch of cupcakes were done you held one in between your fingers, you walked straight up to the redhead with no expression on your face, her heart pounded so wildly that it felt like she was going to die. "As much as I hate you right now, I'm still completely and utterly in love with you." You offered her the cupcake that she gladly accepted with a small smile. "I might be an idiot for even attempting to forgive you but I can honestly see us having a great and long future together."

"I want that. The long and great future with you, I mean." She looked down and smiled shyly

"Good. But it can only happen if you won't lie to me anymore Nat. I'd rather be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie."

"Okay."

"Okay?" She nodded. "Good. Now come here and give me a kiss."

"Can I eat my cupcake first?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes. You shook your heard, told her 'no' before you grabbed her head and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

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[mayullla]

Yandere Ayato 🦋🌸 please and thank you 😊

Title: You continued to look for him

Character(s): Ayato (Genshin Impact) Summary: You could not help but hope that you would be able to meet your fated soulmate. Yet that never happened and you wed the Yashiro Commissioner. You should have given up on soulmates then, but you didn't. Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, Fem!reader, soulmate au (same tattoos), arranged marriage au, manipulation, toxic parents, implied murder

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Fated love, in your world, was something like marks on the skin that you were born with. A patterned birthmark that was unique to only you and one other person who was your soulmate. 

There was a special connection between both people, the deeper the love the more profound the shade, it was a pride to some lovers, because a mark never lies. Most lovers could rest assured that they have each other in their hearts, however if one side dies, their birthmark will become lighter... less obvious on the skin. 

Gone as if they were never there. What felt like only a dream… meeting their soulmate, marrying, and living happily ever after life whatever that dream was has come to an end. But for many aristocratic families, it was common practice to marry out of benefits or money rather than something like fate.

You were born into aristocracy and were expected the same. 

Even when everyone saw that little birthmark on your wrist right under your palm, it was either ignored by most or stared with pity for the more sympathetic ones. But they too ultimately ignored it, unable to help you.

Your parents found your birthmark to be a nuisance. If it was somewhere else on the body less obvious, then it would have been far better in their eyes. If you didn't have any from the start, it was the most ideal situation.

But it was not the case, and they could only make do with forcing you to wear gloves whenever you go out or when you were in their eyesight.

You grew up being told that this birthmark means nothing in nobility. Your parents made sure that you didn't get any ideas banning others from talking about it in front of you. Yet you listened, listened to the stories from maids who didn't think others were looking... listening to their little stories and gasps.

A word about it never left your lips about this sensitive topic, it was obvious that your parents would never care if you had found your soulmate. They wouldn't have let you meet him if he was of commoner status or worse shout and yell in anger if he was poor. But you always had this naive hope, there was a happy ending waiting for you.

However, that never arrived, as you wed another man arranged by your parents. They were full of glee and greed when they heard that the head of the Kamisato clan took an interest in you, ecstatic when he had sent a proposal. You watched from the corner of the room as you glanced down at your wrist, your birthmark hidden under the gloves you were forced to wear.

"It seems that you are disappointed." Kamisato Ayato, your fiance touched your cheek lightly when you stared at your wrist for too long, a solemn look on his face. You could see what he would ask next but before he could speak you didn't let him. 

You shook your head at his words. 

In the garden of the Kamisato estate you and him looked at the waters of Inazuma, "I am only doing what was expected of me. I will become your wife." You told him, leaning in his hand as if to show him affection, that you were willing to do this.

From that moment you should have thrown those silent hopes and dreams away. From the moment it became official that you and he were husband and wife, you should have thrown any thoughts of meeting the person you were supposed to be fated to. That from now on you belonged to someone else.

Ayato was a kind man, you thought. People had many things to say about him. He was hard-working, dutiful, smart and caring. He fulfilled his role as your husband. You were never in need, whether that be food or clothes, instead, you were spoiled as he gifted and dressed you with the finest luxuries that others could only wish to have. He was affectionate, always taking at least a little time off each day to stay by your side. You felt like he thought of you as his equal, a part of him instead of someone foreign, or a sort of trophy. He may not have been your fated partner, but he loved and cherished you nonetheless.

You should have been satisfied with what you have. You should have thrown all those feelings away, yet you were still so curious, eyes still lingering at your wrist when you zoned out in thought. He was alive that much you knew, you knew he was out there somewhere. Was he also curious as to who you were? What would you and he do when you found each other when you were married to another man.

You fulfilled your duties as the Kamisato head's wife. You showed respect to your husband as the leader. But there was a distant feeling that was never mentioned between you and Ayato. A kind of invisible wall that you unconsciously placed. Guilt ate you when you realize that your husband knew of it.

He stayed quiet, never complaining, never accusing as he continued to show affection towards you, as his wife. Everyone saw his love for you, and you heard from others and knew how loving he was as a husband. That he only had eyes for you. You would smile and blush flustered at their words but it felt more akin to stabs at your conscience.

Looking at the falling rain under the umbrella, the tapping sounds when the water drops hit the umbrella shield was relaxing as you took a stroll. Many of the servants tried to discourage you from going out worried that you may get wet, yet you told them you wished to follow Thoma to the market rather than stay home. They relented after a while, Thoma was kind enough to help you out stating that he would protect and help you if something bad were to actually happen.

Reaching the market you watched as people walked along the street, most holding their own umbrellas, others running with a hand or newspaper over their heads or hiding under shelters waiting for the rain to stop. Your mind was elsewhere as you waited for Thoma to buy all the ingredients for tonight's dinner.

Till you saw him.

Many say that it was as if the world had stopped for a moment when soulmates saw each other for the first time. A surreal experience, as you realize that the other person was the one. You could not breathe for a moment, frozen in place, eyes wide as you watched him march past you never noticing your stare. A soldier, based on his uniform but you saw the birthmark on his wrist that was holding his umbrella.

You wanted to stop him, you wanted to see him just once. Get a good look at the man who was supposed to be your fated partner. Talk to him just once to see what it would look like in your future if you married him. What was it like? Where would you be? So many questions consumed your thoughts but something was keeping you still. It was hard to move, hard to even breathe as you unconsciously counted the time, knowing that every second he was getting farther and farther away from you. 

However you could not do anything.

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, snapping you back to reality. Time returned back to its normal pace. The umbrella that was on your hand was on the floor and cold were the droplets that hit your hair and your face, soon covered by an umbrella that wasn't yours.

"Are you okay?"

He called out your name, a familiar deep voice. Concerned eyes looked at you questioning why you had been standing in the rain like that. Ayato covered you with his own umbrella bringing you closer to him to shield you from getting any more wet. Words didn't come out for a moment, rendered speechless. You looked away from your husband towards where your fated partner was but the crowd had taken him away from you as you could not see him anymore.

You felt like your heart dropped and shattered into pieces till you felt a warm hand touch your cheek. Looking at the pale hand you looked up to your husband who looked at you in worry. "Do you have a fever? Hmmm... you are cold..." Ayato asked, mumbling the latter part as he moved his hand to your forehead. Some stared at you guys but continued on with their day while others mainly the elderly cooed at such a lovely couple.

"... No..." you told him, shaking your head as you looked down. It was impossible to look him in the eyes. "I am fine. I apologize… I do not know what came over me." 

It was hard to think of any excuses...

He looked at you for a moment, the silence dragging on as you wondered if he actually believed you. Yet instead of a reply, you were suddenly covered with a coat too big to be yours. Looking up at your husband surprised he just moved you closer to him. "It seems like you had a long day, dear." He spoke in a soft tone, "Come. Let's get you home."

Telling Thoma who just came back from haggling with the vendors to grab your umbrella, you guys went back in the direction of the Kamisato estate. You looked nowhere but in front of you, hurried to quickly escape this situation. You didn't see your husband glance back at the crowd, his eyes trailing at someone's form.

Ayato always loved you, long before the marriage arrangement that he and your parents made. But it seemed that fate was not kind to him when he found out that you had a soulmate birthmark on your wrist while he had none.

However he knew as nobles, it was rare that one would be able to marry their fated lover as marriage was often mixed in with greed, gains, and benefits. Your parents were just the same, they looked at what they could gain while you were nothing more than one of their pawns. It was easy to sign a contract with them where he gave something that did not benefit him at all for your hand in marriage.

He didn't feel an ounce of guilt in the first meeting when you glanced at his wrist with a little bit of hope in your eyes only to dull when you found nothing. Rather it annoyed him more than anything but he knew that with time you would fall in love with him too even without a tattoo. He had already shackled you from ever leaving him too easily with marriage. And while it might take a little while you would return your feelings to him he was patient with you and gave you everything even when you placed this invisible wall between you and him. 

It was slow, but he knew he was getting there. When you looked at him with those guilty eyes and tried to every so often show him the same affection he showered you with, only time would make it more genuine but a little push could never hurt anyone. It was a little later he found out who was your soulmate. An ordinary soldier, one of many and nothing special. This was just the last step till he finally had you in his grasp. Your conscious was still tilting one side to the other, telling yourself to leave those fantasies behind, with this you could finally make your decision.

Just one more step till you fall into his arms, in tears as the birthmark on your wrist slowly faded signaling the death of your soulmate. Till you finally give your heart to him, with nothing holding yourself back.

Only time was needed now till you finally become wholly his.

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Silver Springs

Luke Castellan x Hecate!reader

Summary: Luke cheats on Y/N and she finds out before their band’s biggest gig ever. Y/N looks back on all the obvious signs

Warnings: mean!Luke, toxic!luke, gaslighting, cheating, mentions of cheating, overall shitty writing

A/N: This was originally going to be very different. I liked the concept but I think i did a very shitty job on this. Definitely not my best. Anyway, thank you for reading and feedback is ALWAYS ALWAYS appreciated. Love you guys

You could be my silver spring

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

This summer was the worst yet. Sure, your mother had claimed you. Sure, your siblings were nice. Sure, you had the most recognized band in Long Island Sound. Sure, you had the best—

Oh, wait, not anymore. You no longer had the “best” “most caring” boyfriend. What a load of shit. The Hermes boy had cheated on you for almost three whole months without you knowing. In all honesty, it was so fucking obvious. The one time you chose to believe the good instead of letting your head telling you the “lies” he always said it fed you.

Again, what a load of shit.

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know

You were in the dressing room waiting for Clarissa right before your band—Half Of Us—played the biggest gig of your minuscule lives.

Clarissa comes barreling in through the door as you hum and bite your nails, “I need you to forget everything that has happened this summer and sing your heart out like you never have before because there are about a thousand people out there.”

You grab the girl’s shoulders, “hey, hey, calm down. Nothing’s happened and nothing is going to happen, okay? I need you to sit and calm down.” You lead her to the couch in the corner of the dressing room and hand her a water bottle to drink.

Clarissa thanks you and takes a sip but still pants a little as she speaks, “Okay, okay. I may have gotten a little ahead of myself there. I’m good… Yeah, I’m good now.” She lets your words sink into her and she frowns. “Wow, I totally would’ve thought you would’ve freaked out once he told you. I mean, what Luke did to you-“

Your eyebrows cinch as you think, “wait. What did Luke do to me?”

“Wait, wait, he hasn’t told you? He told me-“ Clarisse curses. “That bastard! He told me he told you!”

You yell out confused and angry, “CLARISSE! What did Luke do?”

Her face drops as she looks into your eyes and tells you. “Sweetie- I don’t know-“

You like her straight into her eyes, “tell me.”

She sighs holds onto your arms. “Luke’s been cheating on you,” her words come out rushed, “with Shane.”

That fucking Aphrodite bitch.

So I'll begin not to love you

Turn around, see me runnin'

I'll say I loved you years ago

Tell myself you never loved me, no

Don't say that she's pretty

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't want to know

Oh no

And can you tell me was it worth it?

Baby, I don't want to know

As you sit there with Clarisse and taking it in Luke and the boys come in howling and laughing. Once the three of them look at you and your heartbroken face they quickly quiet down.

Chris is the first to speak and try to break the silence, “woah, what’s with the bum fest—“

Before he can finish you get up and rush into Luke and push him up against the wall, “what the fuck is wrong with you, huh!?!? I loved you with everything I had! Everything! And you ruin it all for some fucking bimbo who bats her eyelashes at you!?!? Answer me!”

The boys are all quiet as you hold Luke by his shirt against the wall and Clarisse who’s looking proud.

When he doesn’t answer you tell again. “Answer me, Luke Castellan!”

“Yes, okay! I cheated on you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” He practically roars at you as you yell. You let go of shirt and push him.

Your eyes sting as tears pool at your waterline. You have to push them back and will your voice not to break as you speak, “I bet she was real pretty, huh? Let me guess, she told you she loved you after the first time you fucked her and you let her believed you did. Was it fucking worth it, Castellan? Breaking my heart just to hurt hers next? You know what, I don’t even want to know!”

“Listen, Y/N, it meant nothing,” he tried to speak but you shut him up with a glare and point right in his face. “Two months means nothing? Oh well, loving you must’ve meant nothing, Castellan. Based on that logic, you never even knew me!”

You choke down a sob as you let your hand rip and look up, eventually looking straight into his dark eyes, “other than anything band related, I never want speak to you. I never want to see you. I never want you hear from you. I don’t even want to smell you! Is that understood?”

You back up from the boy and grab a bottle of day-old Jack Daniel’s and chug as you see the two other boys looking at you wide-eyed, “don’t even get me started on you two.”

You walk out the door as your guys’ manager was coming in to tell you to get on stage.

Oh no

And can you tell me was it worth it?

Baby, I don't want to know

Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me

Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me

All five of you walk out onto the meticulously set stage and wave out to the crowd. Clarisse goes to stand behind her keyboard, Beckendorf sits on his drum stool, Chris stands on the lady picking up his bass, Luke—in his downtrodden glory at being caught—slides his guitar strap on, and you in your almost drunk state goes to the mic stand.

Your flowy cream-white sleeves drape around your arms as you take ahold of the mic stand and speak into the mic, addressing the roaring crowd, “how’s everybody tonight?” Your words don’t even slur and the fans roar even louder. “Alright, alright. Not so bad, you laugh a little, “y’know, tonight is a very special night. Yes, a very special night indeed… But, before i get into that, i have a question for you all: have any of you ever been cheated on?” The crowd roars on in agreement. “So, a few of you? You guys know how that feels like right? Your heart starts beat in’ fast and you feel like the whole relationship was a lie?” You look to Luke who’s already staring at you, “well, this new song is all about how that feeling feels. Everybody, this is Silver Springs…”

The crowd roars at the sound of a new song and Clarisse plays the opening chord on her keyboard as you look at Luke.

I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

Flashback One

“Luke, can’t you just understand how I feel for a second? I mean, seeing my boyfriend, that I love flirting with another girl-“

Luke takes your shoulders and his soft eyes make you melt as he looks at you with such tenderness, “sweetheart, nothing is going on with Shane and I, okay? She just needed help with some stuff in the Aphrodite cabin. Selena was there, okay? You know I love only you. C’mere.”

He leads you into his arms in a tight embrace and your insecurities melt as you close your eyes and sigh, “I know, I know. I’m just being silly, Luke. I love you.”

He rubs your back and kisses your forehead, “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

What a fucking lier.

Flashback Two

You and Clarisse are sitting by the lake sharpening daggers as she speaks up, “we got a new Aprhodite camper today. Did you see?”

You smile, “yeah, Shane I think? She seems nice.”

Clarisse laughs, “yeah, other than her totally looking up Luke today when he was showing her around. She seemed so nice when she was trying to pull the moves on your boyfriend.”

Clarisse and you laugh a little at her joke, “Luke wouldn’t do anything with her. I mean, he loves me. He wouldn’t do that. Even if she is really pretty.”

The Ares girl gets serious and nudges your shoulder, “hey, you’re really pretty, too. I mean, come on. It’s Luke we’re talking about here. That boy follows you around like a little puppy.” She puts her hands up and looks up at you mocking the way Luke looks at you, “‘oh please, master Y/N. What do you need me to do next?’ That boy is down bad.”

You laugh and shove her, “he does not! Chris is worse than him.” You copy the girl’s earlier actions, “‘Saint Clarisse, I will win all of your affections. Tell me what I must do!’ He’s a hound, Clarisse.”

“I know, we just attract pathetic men.”

“That’s for damn certain.”

Oh, how right you were.

Flashback 3

You were sitting on your bed in the Hecate cabin waiting for Luke to come and pick you up for your three month anniversary date. He scrambles in thirty minutes late looking disheveled.

“Pretty girl, I am so, so sorry. I got a little sidetracked but I got everything ready, and I got cleaned up-“ you cut off his ramblings with a short kiss and pull back as you taste tangerine gum—he hates tangerine.

You decide to put that thought away and calms his soul-called nerves and smile. “Hey, you’re hear now. That’s all that matters. It’s our anniversary. I can’t wait to see what you planned.”

Luke leads you out of the cabin, “you’ll love it pretty girl. I love your dress…”

Tangerine, huh?

Flashback Four

Luke is grabbing onto his head as he talks, “y’know, sometimes I feel like you jealousy and insecurity are too much. We were having a nice time until you decided to bring up Shane-“

“You mean the girl you’ve been hangin out with more than your own girlfriend? Yeah, my jealousy is totally the thing coming between us right now, Luke.” You cross your arms and clench your jaw as you look at Luke with a piercing glare.

He sighs and groans, “she was trying to help me figure out the best gift to give you for your birthday! She isn’t here all year, so I had to ask her before the summer ended! Gods, you had to ruin the surprise, didn’t you?”

You look down and feel a pang in your chest as you leer into your boyfriend’s chocolate eyes with un-needed guilt, “I-I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t know… Gods, I’m the worst. She was trying to help you get a present for me. Luke, I’m sor-“

Before you can finish he takes you into his big, warm arms, “it’s okay, I forgive you. Next time don’t make such a big deal, okay? She was helping me. I love you, and only you.” He kisses your forehead.

You nod, “I’m sorry. I love you.”

Help? Yeah, she helped him.

Present

As all those memories flood back, so do the feelings from each one of those memories. You close your eyes as you clench the mic; pouring your soul out for each and every one of these people to hear. Eventually, you open yours again and look to Luke who’s no longer looking at you, but to the front row.

You look to who or what he’s looking at as see-

Of-fucking-course it was Shane.

Was I such a fool?

I'll follow you down til' the sound of my voice will haunt you

Give me just a chance

As the song goes on you walk about the stage and jam out with Chris, Charlie, and Clarisse. You go back-to-back with Chris as he fires off a deep riff on his bass, you hang with Charlie as he beats away on his drums, and you sit down with Clarisse as she slowly plays her keys.

And as you finally get to Luke you sway with him and smile at him and he smiles back, believing that you “came to your senses” and forgave him. You lean in to his lips and swerve at the last second; whispering, “we’re fucking over you manwhore. Get over your fucking self.”

You walk away from him—almost strutting—putting the mic back on the stand just in time to look back at him—smiling—and sing the final lyrics that would haunt him for years to come, resonating throughout the arena as her voice wrapped around his heart. Squeezing like a vice.

“I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me… You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you”

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Make an Effort

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: When you ask Joon to be your fake boyfriend, he ends up finding out about your very real crush on him. Luckily for you, the feeling’s mutual.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, lil suggestive, not proofread(when are they ever tho?)

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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You and Namjoon had the kind of friendship where you’d known each other long enough that you could ask each other to do pretty much anything and you would more than likely agree. Shoulder to cry on? You’re there. Hide a body? You’ll at least consider it.

And yet, it still managed to catch Joon off guard when you came bolting over to him in the middle of the party you were both attending and latched onto his arm.

“I need you to be my boyfriend for ten minutes.” You said frantically.

“What?!” He spluttered, nearly choking on his drink.

“One of my old roomates from university is here with her husband and I fucked up and told them I had a boyfriend and now they want to meet him!” You explained quickly.

“Why would you tell them that?!” He gaped at you.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot who should not be allowed to speak after drinking tequila, now will you please help me?!” You begged.

He hesitated for a brief moment before nodding. “Fine, ten minutes.”

“Thank youuu!!” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling him along behind you through the crowd, oblivious to the sudden flush of crimson that was coloring Joons face due to your actions. He managed to compose himself though before you reached the table where your friend was sitting with a few other people.

“Guys, you remember Namjoon, right?” You said lightly, still holding onto his hand tightly.

There was a brief flurry of greetings as Joon smiled and nodded politely, slightly relieved that he did in fact remember your friend from the early days of your friendship.

You all talked comfortably for a few minutes, Joon finding it slightly too easy to slip into the role of pretend boyfriend, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would be how it felt if he actually had the nerve to confess and tell you how he felt about you.

Too soon though, the moment came to an end as you released your hold on him to go get you both more drinks.

“So, how long have you and Y/n been together?” Your friend asked, trying to make small talk.

“Not long. It’s uh, still pretty new.” He said somewhat awkwardly, glancing towards where you’d disappeared.

“You make a really cute couple.” She said. “It’s nice to see that you two got together, especially considering how Y/n used to have the biggest crush on you back in university.”

“What?” His full attention flicked back to her, suddenly very interested in this conversation. You liked him?! This was brand new information to him.

“They didn’t tell you?” She asked, surprised. “I figured that’s how you got together.”

“No, I mean I knew,” He lied quickly. “I just didn’t realize it was common knowledge.”

“Oh, it wasn’t.” She laughed, understanding. “They never actually told me, but it was pretty obvious, you know? Like, I remember when you started dating some one girl during our senior year, they wouldn’t leave the house for like a week.”

He remembered you avoiding him for a week, but you’d told him it was because you had the flu and didn’t want him to catch it.

Was that the real reason? And if so, why hadn’t you said anything?

He knew the likely answer though before he’d even finished the thought, because it was the same reason why he’d never said anything about his own feelings; you hadn’t wanted to fuck up your friendship in the event that the other person didn’t feel the same way.

The fear of potentially losing one of the most important people in his life had been more than enough to keep him from vocalizing his feelings for this long, he could imagine how it must’ve felt for you.

But now that he knew you did feel the same(or at least used to, but he was hoping it was still true), the question was how to proceed with this information.

He supposed he could just ask you point blank, but knowing you, you would likely bristle and deny it in an attempt to avoid the potential embarrassment or rejection. Something more subtle would be the better route.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by you returning with the drinks.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You asked, noticing his odd expression.

“Just hearing funny stories about you.” He said lightly, a plan beginning to form in his head as he spoke.

“Nothing too compromising, I hope.” You said, only half joking.

“Nah, just interesting.” He said, changing the subject. “Hey, You wanna grab breakfast together tomorrow?”

You looked up in surprise. “I guess. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just thought it’d be fun.” He replied with a shrug.

“Okay, sure.” You nodded.

“Cool, It’s a date.” He said, biting back a grin as he caught the way your eyes flickered to him at his choice in phrasing, but said nothing.

He managed to surprise you again the next morning when you opened the front door to find him waiting with a bouquet of pink carnations.

“Morning.” He said brightly.

“What are those?” You asked, ignoring his greeting, distracted by the flowers.

“They’re for you.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“Why?” You asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

“I saw them on the way over and remembered you saying that they were one of your favorites, so I thought you’d like some.” He said, offering you the bouquet.

Hesitantly, you took them, still eyeing him curiously. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled. “Now, breakfast?”

The rest of the morning passed fairly normally, though it didn’t pass your notice that Namjoon seemed to be extra attentive towards you, opening doors and pulling your chair out for you. He also refused to let you pay, even though it was technically your turn.

“I’m the one that asked you out, I should be the one to pay.” He said, quickly swiping his card.

“Don’t say it like that,” You said with an awkward laugh. “It makes it sound like we’re on a date.”

“I mean, I was your fake boyfriend last night.” He said with a smirk, making you flush slightly.

You didn’t say anything more about his behavior until later as he was walking you to your door.

“Did something happen?” You asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You’re being like, really nice today.” You said, making him laugh.

“Am I not allowed to be nice to you?” He asked.

“No, you are,” You said. “I was just wondering what the reason was.”

“I just felt like it, is that okay?”

“I guess so.” You shrugged. “I’m just not used to having someone put this much effort into a ‘date’.”

“Well, I’m gonna have to change that.” He grinned, trying to quell the thrill in his chest at your referring to the outing as a date.

For the next week, his odd behavior continued, taking you on outings to the park or to dinner, buying you little gifts, texting you good morning every day, he’d even got you both little lego models to build together while you hung out at his place.

“Babe, can you pass me that piece?” He asked distractedly, the simple petname being the thing that finally made you snap, freezing for a moment as you stared at him.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked abruptly.

He glanced up in confusion. “Doing what?”

THIS!” You gestured. “The dates, the gifts, the ‘babe’? Why are you acting like there’s something between us all of a sudden? Why are you trying to get my hopes up when I know nothing will-”

Your words were silenced by his lips suddenly on yours, soft but insistent, as his hands came up to gently cradle your face. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away, cautiously meeting your wide-eyed stare.

“Because I want there to be something between us.” He confessed. “I want you to get your hopes up. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone make an effort to show their love for you, because I do. I love you, Y/n.”

For several long seconds, you stared at him in shock, before suddenly tackling him, knocking him back against the sofa as you reconnected your lips with his.

“I love you too.” You managed to mumble in between kisses, earning a muffled chuckle from him as he returned your enthusiasm, hands fumbling to find purchase to pull you even closer, winding one arm around your waist while the other hand came up to rest on the back of your neck.

Eventually, you had to pull back for air, staring at each other with hooded eyes.

“So, does this mean I get to be your real boyfriend this time?” He joked, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

You let out a shaky laugh, already leaning back in. “Honey, you can be whatever you want.”

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[supraveng]

Trying to mend a broken heart

part one

Summary: you and Bucky don’t get along, constantly pushing each others buttons, this time he may have pushed you too far

 A/N: Non canon; Marvel characters but no superheroes or Avengers; post college AU.....I am focusing on angst for the first few chapters, I’ll decide if it changes to a happily ever after based on feedback 

Word count: 1504

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Walking up to your door, ready to end this horrible day, you heard the crowd of people on the other side before even getting your key out.  Normally you would have been prepared to interrupt Natasha's hangout, even join in, but today you just wanted to curl up in bed and cry.  

You deserved a pity party, and their fun wasn't going to stop you. Making your way into the house you took a deep breath and headed straight for the liquor cabinet.  The group quieted slightly when they saw you come in but continued their conversations while you poured your first drink.  

Throwing it back in one go, you started to pour another when Nat spoke up.  "Hey, you're back early.  How was dinner with Jeffrey?". 

You could tell by her voice that she knew something was wrong and was trying to comfort you by not asking the wrong question.  Humming at her, you brought the glass to your mouth, taking a small sip before responding, "we broke up." 

Taking another full gulp, you looked up at her, trying to put on a brave face. "Actually, that's not true….him and his wife are getting back together…..so I'm not needed" you shrugged then finished the drink in your hand.  

At this point you had everyone's attention and was doing your best to appear strong.  Wanda looked at you concerned, you could tell she wanted to ask more but you decided to get it all out of the way now so you could start to move on. 

 "Apparently he wasn't divorced, they were just separated.  Why is it that every guy I date cheats, or lies or is a convict" you start rambling, only to be interrupted by Yelena. 

"Awe, I miss Joshua, I wonder how he's doing". Sam immediately smacks her arm in warning, "what? He was fun".  Natasha rolls her eyes at her sister before focusing back on you.  

"We ordered Chinese, it should be here any minute and there is plenty, join us and forget about that asshole" Wanda begged you to join them.  Looking around the room, you knew your presence would bring down your friend group and declined.  

You were almost to the stairs, bottle in hand, when you heard Bucky mumble something under his breath, but the way Steve smacked the back of his head, you knew it had to be about you, and for some reason you were willing to confront him about it.  

Bucky and you got along well the first day you met, but since then, you would both made snide comments to each other, and the longer you've known him, the worst they got.  

"What was that?  I couldn't hear you over here" you looked at him waiting for a response, not sure what to expect. 

"I said that's what happens when you date dirt bags" Bucky told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  At this point, all the air seem to be sucked out of the room, you couldn't hear anything besides the blood pumping in your ears.  

How dare he judge me? No one moved as you stepped closer to him, and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself from slapping him or breaking down in tears, at this point you weren't sure which way you might go.  

"Thanks for the insight Barnes" you stared him down as best you could.  "I guess I need to break this habit of being attracted to cheating, lying, assholes.  And who better to understand that than you, right?" 

Giving him one last cold glare, you exited the room, headed up the stairs and closed your door as quietly as you could, not wanting him to think he angered you.  He couldn't have that control over you after the way he's treated you tonight and for the last 2 years

~~~flash back~~~

Natasha and you were finishing up the final touches for your house warming party when she spoke up "so Steve is bringing a friend, he's known him since forever and I think you will really like him".  

She made it seem like an innocent introduction to one of her boyfriends friends but you could tell it was a set up.  

"Oh Nat, don't do this to me.  I'm not mentally prepared to meet someone tonight" you pouted at her.  

"I know what you are thinking, but he's different"

And he was different, Bucky came to the party after everyone else arrived and brought a fun but calming energy to the house the minute he walked in.  He seemed to know everyone already, so Steve introduced you and bragged about you to him and vice versa.  

You and Bucky chatted almost the entire night, he was charming and flirty but in the most sincere way.  The smile never left your face the whole night.  As the party was wrapping up, you gladly gave him your number when he asked and were left breathless by the kiss he gave you before he walked out the door. 

Bucky Barnes had left you blissfully happy when you fell into bed that night.  The following weekend was a get-together at a nearby pub to celebrate Steve's promotion at work, and once again Bucky was the last to arrive.  

Except this time, he had a petite blonde with him when he made his way to the table you were all sitting at. He introduced Britney to the table before heading to the bar for drinks, giving you a small smile as he walked by.  What the hell?  

Not sure what was going on you decided to chat up the newcomer.  "So Britney, how do you know Bucky?" taking a sip of your drink.  She immediately looked at you, and you could tell she was judging you from head to toe, but you couldn't care less.  

Giggling before she answered "I'm his girlfriend, why else would I be here?" Her condescending tone made me want to accidentally spill my drink, but you held back.

"Oh? He hasn't mentioned a girlfriend" you smiled at her, feeling stupid for even expecting anything from him besides flirting last week, but hadn't expected things to die before they started. 

"Well, it's new, it's only been a few weeks" she replied and gave you the once over again, apparently judging your response.  "And I'm not the jealous type, I wouldn't worry about him around someone like you" she smirked knowing exactly how her comment made you feel.  Stupid to think mean girls stayed in high school.  

Trying your best to not lose your composure you smiled "definitely don't have to worry about me, I wouldn't touch him with a 10 ft pole.  I have no interest in catching Chlamydia''. You abruptly stood announcing you were ready to dance and dragged Wanda with you.  

~~~~end flash back~~~

"What the hell is wrong with you Bucky?" Steve was probably the angriest one in the room now.  When he started dating Nat, he took you under his wing like a little sister and always protected you no matter what.  

Bucky was immediately defensive and glared at Steve, "so I'm the bad guy for telling the truth?" 

He scoffs and pours himself another drink, he did feel a bit guilty but you had said hurtful things to him since that night in the bar when he ran into his neighbor and invited her to join the group since her date stood her up.  

Thinking of that night still upset him, he hadn't even got a chance to talk to you when you decided to talk trash about him to Britney.  

At first he thought it was a joke, but the way you avoided him all night and was dancing with some frat boy the whole time, he knew whatever hope he had last week was ridiculous as you obviously didn't feel the same. 

"I still can't figure out why you two don't get along".  

Bucky growled at Sam's remark, "she has been an insufferable, self centered bitch to me for no reason, I really don't care if her feelings are hurt right now".

 But he did care, he's been defensive around you since that night, not wanting to get too close so you couldn't hurt him, but every time he made a snide remark at your expense, it hurt him more than he was willing to admit.  

It was Wanda who came to your defense, “well Bucky, when you lead someone on when you already have a girlfriend, how do you expect them to react?”   Bucky looked at her completely confused, “what the hell are you talking about?” 

At this point you were finishing your shower and heard the argument going on downstairs, but assuming it had to do with a game they were playing or something on the tv, you turned on your Bad  Bitches playlist and crawled into bed.   The only thing you wanted right now was to be over this day and have a fresh start tomorrow.   

Part two

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[starstruckwillows]

owling the daily prophet — james potter ♡

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james potter x fem!reader, sirius’ sister!reader, fluff, humour, mention of sex (joke), some emotional bromance

sirius finds out james is dating his sister

james and you had decided to not keep your relationship a secret. it hadn’t ever been plausible, both such affectionate people.

nothing really changed. you were already close, already all over each other. most people saw it coming, others nodded sagely and murmured makes sense, but there was one person who hadn’t noticed the difference.

by sheer coincidence rather than any plan with forethought, sirius black had not worked out his younger sister was dating james. and had been for almost three months now.

it was a warm evening in may, sixth year, so the two of you weren’t physically as close as you had been through the winter. the slight warmth in the still air didn’t allow for that.

instead, your hands were linked over your exposed stomach, tank top cutting off. your head was in james’ lap as he moved any hair stuck to your face. usually you sat the other way round, but with the longer waves, you had priority in the heat.

“erm... bit weird guys.” your brother descended the stairs from his dorm, frowning.

his face matched yours. because you thought he was in denial, not the dark.

“pads...” james started, “i know you don’t li-”

you cut him off, “no, it’s time to be blunt. james and i are dating, sirius, it’s not weird.”

your brother blinked dumbly. his mouth parted just a fraction and you begun to doubt your words.

“sorry, you’re what?”

from your angle, you could see james’ adam’s apple bob slightly as he swallowed, “padfoot-”

sirius held up a hand to silence him, “no, no. answer the question.”

“i-”

“answer the question, james.”

“we-”

yet again sirius interrupted him to demand his forthcoming answer, causing you to huff and sit up.

“he’s trying to answer, siri. we’re dating.”

sirius began to gesticulate and stutter, cheeks tinted slightly as he grasped for some explanation. ever the performer.

it would’ve been a whine if it wasn’t half a shout, “james fleamont potter!”

your boyfriend visibly winced at the use of his middle name, pushing himself from the sofa to defend.

the dramatics unfolding before you attracted your circle of friends. except remus, he turned the page of his book and ignored you all.

“you are fornicating with my sister?” he screeched.

you clamped your hands over your ears, “ew! sirius, shut up. you had to have known we were together.”

sirius jabbed an accusatory finger in your direction, “how? you never told me. james never told me.”

marlene scoffed, “they never told us, we knew.”

he sputtered, “wha- how long?”

“like three months,” peter shrugged, chugging the remains of his water bottle.

“peter.” sirius gasped, scandalized, “you didn’t think to tell me?”

lily patted him on the shoulder, “don’t take it personally, we assumed you had eyes. c’mon man, it was obvious! it’s been obvious. we weren’t exactly owling the daily prophet when we found out.”

in the midst of the greatest revelation of the century (for sirius), you and james had snuck away, hand in hand, trying not to laugh on your way out of the gryffindor common rooms portrait door.

“that wasn’t as subtle as it could’ve been,” james chuckled, sweeping his arm around your waist as you headed for the courtyard.

“my brother knows many words, subtle isn’t one.”

james smirked, “your brother does not know many words.”

you nudged his shoulder, “i was cutting him some slack, he had a big shock today.”

“he’ll move on.”

“i know.”

later that night, james was awoken by his bedside lamp switching on. there, silhouetted, was sirius, with his arms folded.

“we need to talk.”

given sirius’ experience that day, james decided not to challenge his timing, instead inviting him into the confines of his bed curtains and casting muffliato.

he nodded for sirius to speak, who sighed before doing so, “i’m not surprised you guys didn’t tell me. but i wish you had. i’m not like, mad. i mean, y’know, if you ever hurt her i will have to chemically castrate you, but you know that.” he paused.

“i do. continue.”

“is this why we haven’t been talking so much? cos i thought you just didn’t want to talk with me about things anymore.”

james shook his head adamantly, “i will always want to talk to you.”

“i know, i guess. but when was the last time we did this. sat at two am to chat and then lie to everyone else and say we got a good night’s sleep because lily would have our heads if she knew we did this before exams.”

“i get it, mate, i was just avoiding talking about your sister. i missed us too.”

sirius fake-teared up, “bro.”

james nodded with similarly shiny eyes and a downturned smile, “bro.”

you cleared your throat at the door. you had been unable to sleep, a rasp to your throat as you said, “you guys aren’t that good at that spell anymore.”

🏷️ — @faeriieblush @poppet05 @it-be-me-ella @songofpatrochilless @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @saturnband @juneberrie @ell0ra-br3kk3r @shefollowedthestars @sillylittlenonbinarygremlin

#starstruckwillows #marauders era #marauders #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter humour #fluff #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #brother!sirius black #sirius black x sister!reader #sirius black

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for trying to play matchmaker? for context, this all happened months ago but is coming back now. about halfway through my (18F) senior year of high school, my friend L (also 18F) started crushing on a boy she sat with in math class (18M). she only admitted it to me and the rest of our friend group after we begged her to tell us who she liked for weeks, but in hindsight, it was sort of obvious she really likes him. i have a lot of candid pics on my phone of her glancing over at him during class when she wasn't paying attention but that's beside the point. she wasn't making any moves at all to let him know how she felt and start going out with him, so after a while, we decided to give her a little push. we encouraged her, made subtle hints towards him that someone in class had a crush on him, and when that still wasn't enough, i wrote a love letter for her to sign and give to him. it was easy. prom was a couple of months away by that point and if she was going to struggle so hard to find the words, it made sense for her to just give him a note telling him what she wanted to say. but still, L was stubborn and continued to claim that she wasn't interested in dating at all. apparently she didn't like him *that* much and she was happy just being friends with him (not very convincing when she was constantly making googly eyes at him). she's always been shy, though, and if she doesn't get out of her shell, she's never going to survive in college. for more motivation, i gave her a time limit: if she didn't sign her love letter and give it to him within two weeks, i was going to go up to him and tell him that she liked him. the time game and on the final day, she told me she did it. i trusted her even though she was acting suspicious (barely speaking to him, practically running out of the class they shared together that day, avoiding the friend group for most of the day) but i found out after talking to him later that she lied to me and actually threw the note away. when i confronted her the next day, she apologized and told me that she was terrified i would actually tell him about her crush (i was joking about that, and it hurt that she didn't trust me). out of spite, she ended up asking out one of her childhood friends to prom as her platonic date just so she could say "oh no, sorry, but i already have a date" whenever we tried to help her get with her crush in the future. prom and graduation passed, and the two of them haven't talked much since. i thought this whole situation was over with, but recently, L has been avoiding all of us and makes excuses to not hang out with us. we only have so much time together before she moves out of state for college, so i got a mutual friend to check on her and see what's up. apparently, L's still holding a grudge about how we tried to set her up with the boy. she claims that she was so stressed out for all of senior year that she started getting constant nightmares because of us, and she's upset we never respected her boundaries. however, i think that she's overexaggerating. if it was that serious, she knows that she can always just talk to us instead of keeping it all in so she can make me out to be the bad guy to other people. besides, we were doing what was best for her. he was the first guy she's ever had a crush on, and L has a history of letting her shyness get the better of her. i didn't want her to miss out on this opportunity to be happy, and if she just took our advice instead of acting childish, i'm sure she would have thanked us. i reached out to tell her i'm sorry if she thought i was being too pushy, but it's been days and she still hasn't replied to me. aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[romanoffsbish]

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Age Gap (R’s 19/21 in flashbacks/26 now), Manipulation, Gaslighting | 4,272 Words

18+ | Minors DNI | No Smut, but alluded to.

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“If I was some paint, did it splatter, on a promising grown man? And if I was a child, did it matter? If you got to wash your hands?"

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The director was a man of few words, and with even fewer fucks to give, which is why you're here against all your many protests. He had a knack for living up to his name, because as you saunter into this meeting room full of people—them—you can't be bothered to stand you feel the fury coursing through your entire body.

"Welcome to the end of the world as we know it everyone.," the Director's hologram gravely greets, prompting an eye roll from you because of course you have to be here but he doesn't.

———

"Well, the end of the world for all of you.," you instantly correct the man who glares at you in an instant., "What a pleasure to hear from you Agent Y/L/N—the upcoming star of the show should always make herself known.," you smirk as the rest of your old team look back at you, their expressions all varying from pensive to amused, and for a very select two—regretful.

Wanda and Natasha hadn't seen you in five years—you grew up, and not for the better.

Once upon a time, not too long ago you'd be sat in one of their laps in this room, giggling and possessing a hope for the prospective future. They'd made promises of a forever love to you, sharing in the sweetest of moments with you, but it was all a ruse. It took you a lot of time to see their murky intentions, and you now know they never intended to keep their false words.

Oh to be young and in love right? Wrong!

What a clueless little girl you were to ever believe they'd love you without limitations. It was so obvious to anyone paying attention that the couple had simply grown bored alone and found your youthful energy worth exploiting. They surrounded you with their tantalizing auras within only a month of your arrival, edging straight into your heart with soft smiles and sweet phrases that miraculously shielded the sickening lies of a promising love beneath.

Most of your intimate moments happened in their bedroom, and for as long as you could reside between their bodies it felt like enough. They'd been adamant on their privacy from the start, but naive as you were, the publicly shared intimacies between the long term lovers told you that you were really just a preferred secret.

Still, you held onto your naïveté, and the older woman ate every bit of your innocence up like a couple of succubus's until you were hollowed.

When the older of the two proposed marriage you were shocked. Stood off to the side you watched the women embrace, tears of joy fell from the witches eyes, while ones of betrayal fell from your very own. Not even ten hours prior were you bringing the both of them to the edge of bliss and now you're being tossed aside.

Natasha didn't even warn you of this proposal. The team saw you broken, some even spared you a solemn glance, but they said not a word of comfort to you as they rushed instead to congratulate the blushing brides to be. It's funny really, at the ripe age of twenty one you had finally lost your rose colored glasses—almost like a cryptic right of passage as you officially entered this new age of adulthood.

These people were no family to you, all you ever were to them was the kid with desirable powers, and a bleeding heart worth tearing to shreds. They didn't even notice you leaving the room, and they were all a bit stunned to hear you were permanently gone the next day, but not too shockingly their lives moved right on.

To the couple you were only ever meant to be a short weekend expenditure. They'd tell you that they had fun, but that it couldn't go on. But then they had you, the pitiful whimpers and your eagerness to please was addicting. The longer it went on the harder it was to let you go, so they trapped you with empty words, and shallow gestures of love to keep you tame.

Breaking you entirely wasn't the intention, but it was likely always going to be the end result as they selfishly misused your blind trust.

Now though, as they stare at you pleadingly, hoping to catch your eye they burn with regret. There used to be a permanent smile on your face that always matched your bright eyes, it always warmed the both of their hearts. They didn't love you as they should've, but they did really love you at the end of the day. You were a bright light, but it's obvious that's long gone, you're a dimmed lantern at best now and that's on them. They crushed your heart and you became a pessimist with nothing left to give.

"Alright team, now that we've got strategy out of the way I'm going to wish you all the best.," Fury concludes., "And Y/L/N—do behave.," you flipped the man off., "Bite me Nicholas.," then you harshly brushed right passed the women trying to lure you into their pitiful trap of a closure that would only remedy their guilt.

You wouldn't give them such satisfaction...

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If you never touched me, I would've gone along with the righteous. If I never blushed, then they could've never whispered about this.

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"So, you're the infamous Y/N Y/L/N then?," you hear a gruff, yet feminine voice coming from behind you, and for some odd reason you actually stop to indulge them., "It depends on why you'd be interested in my existence on if the answer to that question is a yes or no."

The smile you gave the curious blonde was polite, but it was clear as day you weren't. Something in your eyes told her this wasn't a friendly encounter, and deep down she knew once you placed her lineage that it would be even further away from one., "You're the one my older sister broke right, like your heart?"

Bold—that's the only word that came to your mind as this short blonde woman spoke to you. Incredibly out of pocket as well mind you, she's only just meeting you and she acts as if she has the right to ask you such a personal question.

"Yelena?," she nods with a mischievous smirk., "I remember hearing about you, it appears she has a record for breaking hearts I'm afraid. Starting with you, and likely not ending with me.," her face instantly falls as you mockingly pout in her direction., "How incredibly tragic."

Yelena stood there incredibly dumbfounded, her mouth agape, and her feet glued to the floor as you continued onto the readied jet for your forced collective travels.

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"God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be.

The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind; I regret you all the time."

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A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you sip on the gin and tonic you commandeered for yourself. Wakanda was a nice place, you almost felt bad stealing their booze, but you were certain they would understand the pressure placed on you. Honestly, you felt worse for the battle being brought here, to a hidden away place full of advancements. It was meant to be a place of peace, but you knew they were ready for war.

"Y/N, are you sure you should be drinking?," you took an even larger sip before turning to face the man of your nightmares., "You aren't my captain anymore Steve—kindly fuck off."

Misplaced anger really, but when you get to the nitty gritty of the situation you'll find it wasn't all that misplaced actually. Steve, along with everyone else on that godforsaken team knew you were only ever a plaything to the couple. Silently they watched as you were torn to shreds by the very women you trusted most. Never did any of them think to save you, to be the voice of reason, to save your fragile heart...

They were never anything more than pawns in a game of needless war anyways. Constantly fighting battles that were never their own, and in many ways making everything much worse.

They ruined you—that's for fucking sure.

"It's just, tomorrow's really important.," he continued on, his self righteous tone irking you to no end, and for a second you miss when a moment like this would end in pleasantries.

When you would stutter an apology, and bend to his very whim, because it was always easier to please than it was to fight. It's not that you  miss being the pushover, because you don't. It's just that you miss the carefree feeling of it all—this all consuming bitterness is lonely., "For you it is, for me it sounds like freedom."

Once again you left someone behind in a state of shock, too bad the you of today didn't care.

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Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts. Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first, and I damn sure never would've danced with the devil—at nineteen. And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven.

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As you'd expected, the land was a wasteland. Bodies from all sides were piling up in heaps, an expected sight to see when cowards send their brainwashed soldiers into the battlefield. Thanos—the purple tyrant you'd heard all about had yet to show himself, likely lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike. His minions in his ear while you are sat in a tree, because you were the secret weapon today.

Once Vision's metal clanked against the ground you smirked inappropriately; it was showtime.

Watching from the tree you honestly wished you had some popcorn to enjoy this show, and with the wave of your hand you suddenly did. Everyone who'd ever wronged you was having their asses handed to them; as they deserved, and it pleased you to allow it to happen for the short period of time before you joined them.

Thanos stopped in his tracks when you were now standing before him, he blinked a few times, then to everyone's shock he kneeled before you., "Y/N Y/L/N, what an honor it is to meet the woman who can bend reality to her whim.," he rose again and looked to you with a smug smile., "Pity that you'd fight on the losing side here though, why not join me instead?"

"Go on.," you humored the freakish alien in a tone that offered interest, a twinge of pride hitting you when your old team collectively gasped at your potential betrayal., "We'd be twice as powerful together and could lay waste to this populous of weaklings. Start anew even. Live in a world where those who've wronged us along the way could be put in their place."

Wanda and Natasha shared a worried glance from across the field when you said nothing. You simply stood there with a pensive stare, as if you were genuinely considering his offers. There was no reason for them to expect your loyalties anymore after they fabricated theirs. Still, a part of them believed you'd deny him, more so though they'd hoped you still cared.

"Tempting...," you mused., "Sadly not enough though, don't take it too personally, but I've learned that I'm better off working alone.," and with the simple flick of your wrist the titan was kneeling before you., "That's right Thanos, bow before me like the trash that you are, only a coward uses their powers so wickedly.," you chuckled when the man tried to get back up, but your pure power overruled his stones.

"Real revenge comes in showing the people who'd wronged you that they no longer have a place in your world, that they don't matter, and quite frankly that they never fucking did.," you spat so venomously in the titans face you'd think it was him who broke you, but you knew you were loud enough that they all heard you.

"Sounds a bit personal child, all the more of a reason for you to join me on my conquests!"

"You don't get it.," you laughed exhaustedly., "Suffering doesn't end with your plans of a more controlled version of genocide Thanos. It'll only breed a new kind, and I have no intention of letting you take away what I have found for myself out there in this cold world."

"I have more power in my finger than you do with that gauntlet.," you clarified., "Yet I have enough self control to know that the workings of the world aren't mine to control.," you then chuckle., "Well, in a technical sense I guess they are, but I don't interfere with the plights of men anymore—they're on their damn own."

Thanos looked to you tiredly., "They're all too stupid to understand that this is the way to go! Seems you are just as dumb Y/N—what a pity. The world requires order, and I'll restore it!"

"No, you actually won't.," the gauntlet that once contained his bulky hand crumbled before his very eyes., "You're going to pay for this!"

"Yeah?," you snort., "How do you reckon that?"

He said nothing but you tracked his eyes, the army of his wasn't anywhere close to dead, but he gasped when with just the wave of your hands they began to dematerialize into dust., "Well, no matter—I don't break my promises, trust me child, you will be made to pay! I swear to it.," you quirked a brow., "Do enlighten me."

Before the egotistical maniac could tell you his newly made plans for vengeance you were being splattered in his alien blood., "That was for the people of Asgard, and for Heimdall and Loki!," you momentarily froze in your place, but after a second you snapped yourself clean of the remnants then quietly vacated the field.

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Now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts; Memories feel like weapons, and now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering....

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No one even thanked you as you passed them by, they were too busy rejoicing in the win that they hardly brought to fruition. Well that, but mostly they were also too afraid to face you or the wrath they were rightfully owed by you. Natasha and Wanda let you pass them, but they remained somewhat hot on your trails.

The moment you stepped into the elevator, you leaned your head on the cold wall and sighed. Preparing yourself mentally for their arrival, you truly didn't have enough fight in you to continue running. Especially not when you feared they'd find a way to follow you home. Natasha is a super spy—she'd find you, and Wanda a witch who's unaware of her power, so if there's any will to, you know there's a way that she'd find you. Plus, closure is cool...

"Make it quick.," you greet them with your eyes closed, a shiver running up both of their spines at the chilling acknowledgment., "I'm late."

"Y/N.," Wanda says your name so brokenly, it almost makes you feel bad for the little witch., "We're so sorry, we never meant to hurt you.," welp, there went all of the potential sympathy.

"Oh?," your eyes suddenly pop open, a dark red now encasing them and masking your natural eye color that they once found comforting., "But you see, I actually think you did Wanda."

"No, we didn't Y/N.," Natasha adds in a much harsher tone, potentially regretfully too as you slam the both of them into the metal walls right after. Neither of them even try to fight your hold, they remember from training you that it was no use back then, so to struggle now would just be wasting their energy., “Yes you did.”

“You got off on it, looking back now I can see it clearly.,” you chuckle humorlessly., “Those glances you two would share after a good fucking done by yours truly, they spoke of love, but when you would shift to look at me, they would darken, I mistook the predatory lust in your hypnotizing eyes for love; how naive.”

Not that they really had much to say in their defense—that you’d believe, to negate your claims, but even if they did wish to defend themselves they couldn’t speak passed the zippers that had materialized on their lips.

“I see the way you two looked at me all day, your fucking traitorous eyes trailing over my ass.,” you slammed your fist into the metal besides Nat’s face., “The way Nat here couldn’t stop staring at my tits like she had any right!,” you seethed., “You two are fucking disgusting.”

“But I get it.,” you smirked, then traced over the features of Wanda’s face., “Must be so exhausting with little old pillow princess Nat.”

The glare the blonde sent your way only made your body shake with laughter, it was anything other than funny really—but it is what it is., “Don’t try to ignore the truth Natalia, the only time you did shit was when Wanda gave you a magical dick to fuck me with, you’d go feral.”

“Fucking your babies into me as you’d both say. Fantasies of impregnating me really had you two on one, I’d cry out for reprieve but it never mattered what I wanted.,” you gripped them both by their chins., “Did it?,” you dug your nails into their skin., “Did you care at all?”

Both of their eyes brimmed with tears, your sudden drop into vulnerability cracking their guilty hearts right open., “It hurt to be used like that, then left to waddle back to my room shortly after.,” you sniffed., “That’s the night I realized that I meant nothing to you both, and three days later you solidified it with rocks.”

Natasha began to thrash against your hold, it was clear your words angered her, and you saw how Wanda’s hands trembled as she sobbed. With the wave of your hands their ability to speak was restored., “How can you say that?,” the blonde cried out., “We loved you Y/N!”

“Impossible.,” you refused to believe the lies.

“No, we really did Y/N/N,” Wanda whimpered, and you only rolled your eyes at the woman., “True love doesn’t exist to break a person.,” you shook your head, then you raised it again to look between the both of them., “That’s all you two ever did to me—you’d built me up, made me promises you never intended to keep. Then you broke me into a million little pieces.”

“You didn’t even give us a chance to talk, you just fucking left!,” Natasha shouted at you., “Oh, you’re telling me the witch and the spy couldn’t find an aimless twenty one year old?,” the both of them clamped their mouths shut as soon as you challenged them with such an honest observation—they had the upper-hand.

“I stayed in a hotel the first few nights, hoping you two would show up to clear up my mind., you pathetically confessed your bitter truth., “But you never showed, I instead saw you two giggling like little school girls as you traipsed around New York with your hands linked, and not a care in the world as my heart shattered.”

The couple shared a deep look of regret that you refused to catch. They remember that day, Wanda even felt you nearby, but they honestly thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with them so they left you in your perceived peace. Now though they see they only caused you more damage flaunting their happiness.

“It was a harsh lesson learned.,” you whisper., “To love without a safety net? Well it’s childish. To trust someone else with your heart? Idiotic. Loving the two of you was my greatest mistake, and in a way almost my smartest decision. Now I know that solitude is safest, so thank you.”

Anything else would be like beating a dead horse, you said all you cared to, and even though you were all crying it went very well. Seeing them at least a bit torn up melted away the last of your resentments for them, but not nearly enough to make any real sort of amends.

“Take care.,” you waved your hand, then before either of them could reach for you, you were gone. Dematerialized right before their eyes, and Natasha was left to catch the love of her life as she stumbled forward in a fit of sobs., “W-we broke that poor girl Nat, sh-she didn’t deserve that.,” the redhead said nothing back, she simply rocked her wife and hummed softly to soothe her very own breaking heart.

The ding of the elevator startled them apart, their limbs were heavy as they went to leave, but just before they reached the door the redhead noticed a white rectangle of sorts on the floor of the lift. Natasha picked up the mysterious photo off the ground as the elevator doors shut again, her mouth instantly agape as she turns to her wife to show her what you mistakenly dropped, and the two of them feel waves of nausea roll through them.

They had to find you...

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You're a crisis of my faith

Would've, could've, should've

If I'd only played it safe

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"Hey Y/N/N.," you smiled at the woman, and instantly accepted her warm hug., "Hey 'Ria."

"How were they?," she stared back at you with a teasing smile., "Total menaces.," you matched her knowing smirk when you heard soft gasps followed by the softest pattering of tiny feet., "Nuh-uh! Mama we were good!," Tommy shrieks., "The actual best!," Lilith adds while running into your tired body after her brother.

You hummed in contemplation, settling soft kisses to their sweet faces as you snuggled them even closer., "If you were the best, then can you tell me why you're both still awake?," you stood up, placing each of your four year olds on a hip as you did while waiting for someone to give you a plausible explanation.

"Because...," you watched as your daughters green eyes tracked between you and Maria., "Auntie 'Ria gave us ice cream before bed.," You gasped in a playful show of shock at your daughter's not so quiet whispers., "Traitor!," Maria suddenly boomed, then she launched forward to remove the squirming girl from your grasp so she could attack her with tickles.

A smile overtook your face at the sound of your daughters fading giggles as you watched her disappear with Maria down the hallway. Then you shifted to the boy in your arms slightly concerned., "Why so quiet there my lil love?," he sniffled lightly., "My tummy hurts mama."

"No more ice cream for my little man before bed then, hm?," he nodded against you, a yawn shortly following the gesture., "Let's get you some medicine for your tummy and water."

Maria walked by the kitchen with a proud smile., "Lil's in bed all tucked in.," she hugged the two of you quickly before kissing your son's temple in a show of goodbye., "Thanks 'Ria!," she winked from the door., "You saved my life, so I watched your tiny gremlins; we're even."

Tommy winced as the pink liquid offended his tastebuds, but nonetheless he took it like a champ., "Mama's bravest boy.," you coo'd while tilting the glass of water for him as he was a bit too tired to do it himself., "Ready for bed honey?," he nodded then reached for you, and you happily pulled him back onto your hip.

Then just as you went to carry him to bed there was a loud set of knocks on your door., "Shit."

They were recognizable taps to say the least, and absolutely unwarranted to say the truth. You were hoping it was Maria having forgotten something, but that was only wishful thinking.

"We know you're in there.," your son looked at you with furrowed brows and heavy eyes, and if not for his tired concern you'd have groaned., "I know you know I'm in here..."

After taking a few calming breaths, and smiling reassuringly at your son you opened the door.

"Mommy!," your son gasped, and in a split second he was bouncing into Wanda's arms, and you could see the emotions rising up in her at the actual acknowledgment from your son. Mad as you are at the couple you did always feel a bit guilty for keeping them apart from the twins, but it wasn't safe, and you had every right to take your time growing up and healing.

Natasha looked a bit sad when you looked to her, you saw her tightly gripping your polaroid from their second birthday, and that's when you realized exactly how you were found out, and that she was clearly looking for her mini me. Mouthing to her you let her know she was asleep, and to your shock she smiled at you instead of harshly glaring over this 'betrayal.'

"Mama! Look.," you tore your attention from the blonde to meet your son's gaze., "They're here! Does that mean the world is all saved?!," You chuckled lightly., "I think it does Tommy."

"Come on in...," you relented, allowing the couple to enter, and rubbing at your temples., "Make yourself at home, I'll make the coffee..."

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[4pfsukuna]

Love love LOVE the asexual drabbles and headcannons! Could you do one with Gojo & black asexual woman? Like she teases him ‘i’ll only mess around if you give me a dollar’ as a snarky joke and he’s like ‘i’m rich baby hell yes’ and keeps the joke running🤭 I know i’ll enjoy anything you write! Thank you in advance!

OMG, thank you im glad you love them because i actually love writing them.

• You met him at the mall…the prada store to be exact, you weren’t necessarily shopping more so just debating on a purse or a pair of boots.

•You were a stylist in japan and your clients loved your American style although they had way cooler clothes. Safe to say business was flourishing.

•Yet here you are trying not to blow through money too fast so you were Legit window shopping.

.•The last thing you expect is a white haired man to stand next to you and startle you, you assume he’s going to say something about your hair as most people had done i mean you were a black person in japan.

• He’s holding a few bags and a cup you initially assume he’s blind because of the blindfold but when he begins to talk about the shoe, your slightly confused but you have decorum so you don’t say anything.

• “I’ve had my eye on the bag for a few weeks but they just dropped the new boots so I’m debating” you say and what’s $950 To any normal person its like a penny to him.

• “How about i buy both and you wear them on our first date” he says smoothly leaning up against the glass window and you laugh at first until you realize hes dead serious. You weren’t use to men here flirting with you and it makes you nervous.

• “Usually people start off with their names” you tell him before introducing yourself as you hold out your hand which he places a kiss on.

• “Gojo Satoru” lifting his blindfold revealing the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen

• You also notice he has a tag hanging off his shirt and it cost $1500.

• You decline him buying the stuff for you but accept his offer for a date. What’s the worst that could happen?

• He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he sees you, he thought you were already gorgeous at the mall but looking at you right now it makes something… stir.

• He told you to dress cute but casual he was taking you sight seeing— he never mentioned it would be in a helicopter over the city.

• It’s obvious this man has money to blow and you contemplate looking him up to figure out just who he is.

• He also brings the shoes and bag as a gift, he couldn’t resist! Plus he likes loves the way your face initially lights up before trying to be humble and give it back.

• He lies and tells you its rude to not accept gifts.

• “Gojo i cant accept this without you knowing all about me…” you speak pouting knowing the good time was coming to an end and while the shoes and bag looked perfect you had to confess.

• “Its the wrong size?” He asked looking at your foot and back at the box on the table.

•“What? No strangely enough you got the right size…im asexual” 

•“…thats… cool. I can write with both hands too”

“Gojo thats ambidextrous! Asexual means—“

• “Im just kidding sweetheart, of course i know what it means”

•He definitely did not and googled it under the table.

• You know the meme “we hung out once and weve been together ever since” that was you two.

• The next few weeks he finds time to either take you to breakfast, lunch or dinner and on days hes completely free he’ll take you on some one of a kind date experience. 

• Hes a kid at heart so when you take him to a virtual reality place and literally fight to pay, you have to distract him by kissing him and biting gently on his lower lip.

•He loved it nobodys every paid for anything for him and the fact that you planned the date, paid and had a great experience hes lovestruck.

• He ended up paying since he put a hole in the wall fighting demons in the game mentioning something about it feeling to real.

•Its when 3 of his students run into you two and their shocked he’s not harassing you and actually enjoying voluntarily spending time with him, mainly because he has no idea who you are.

• Nobara follows all of your socials loving your day in the life videos, style advice videos even when you have your celebrity clients in the videos.

•Its megumi knowing who you are and thinking you’re cool that seals the deal for him.

•Gojo loves your cooking so the day you pack him leftovers with a cute smiley face and a note hes literally on the desk kicking his feet in the air… weirding out his students. This was next level even for him.

•They beg to bring you around loving seeing him happy with you.

•Its a collective though and nobara who wants to enjoy regular teen things breaks the ice officially by asking 

“Take this dollar or have sex with Gojo-sensei?”

“Give me the dollar” at the same time he shouts her name. Hes also taken aback cause what do you mean youre going to take the dollar.

“No babe i dont think you heard the question take a dollar or—“

“Give me the dollar”

•For the rest of the day Gojo chooses to be dramatic from the grocery store to the hair supply store where guess whos short $1 of buying hair supplies. You turn to him seeing hes fascinated with the hair clips and different color edge controls.

•“Hey sweetheart i think you should get all of these” he suggest ready to pick them all up waiting on your command. 

•“Hey babe im short” you tell him and he scoffs not paying you any mind looking at the conditioners catagorized by hair type.

“I knew that when i first seen you… what’s your hair type? Does 4b mean 4 everyone? Like your down for interracial dating… how do they know that by hair type? Like hard wig soft life?” He rambles and you almost lose it.

“No im short $1” and he sends you the most devious smirk as he holds open his wallet repeating the question Nobara asked.

“Give me the dollar” you smirk back watching his smile be taken over by a glare as he gives the cashier his card to pay for everything  instead.

“Dont give me that look baby, im rich now come on i ordered a package for you” he loves to buy you things he jokingly ask siri how much the world cost one time.

“Satoru it better not be another pair of prada shoes” you scold as he carries the bags, his silence tells you everything you need to know though.

“Babe I’m running out of space to put all the stuff you bought me, please” you pout loving that this was a problem in your relationship and not anything else.

“I have enough space… You can live with me instead”

#gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #jjk smut #megumi x black reader #gojo satoru #asexuakual x black girl #Gojo x asexual reader #jjk x reader #asexual #jjk x asexual

[iamthedukeofurl]

Thinking back on Ward and Worm, I feel like Wildbow’s talent as a writer lies in making really good use of the first person perspective. He’s really good at getting into the heads of his viewpoint characters such that you fully understand their perspectives and why they think what they’re doing is correct. Like, thinking back to the Taylor surrenders herself arc, she shows up saying “Hey, don’t just pardon my friends, give them free license to Be Supervillains”, which is an insane thing for any state actors to agree with, but while reading the story it seems like she’s the reasonable one and the PRT are the obstinate assholes too proud to take the obvious mutually beneficial solution. It’s not like she’s saying “Pardon them so long as they don’t do any more crimes”, because that offer would have required talking to her friends ahead of time to get them onboard, and she didn’t want to do that. But in the moment, you perfectly understand Taylor’s perspective. She won’t abandon her friends, but now that she’s exposed her only options are to give herself up, or escalate into a war against the PRT, and she doesn’t want to do the latter. From her perspective, this is the solution that lets her opt out of a war against the PRT without abandoning her friends. You fully understand why this is the Best Option from her perspective, and why she feels that the PRT are being stupid not accepting it. Victoria does the same thing, everything Victoria does, you understand why she thinks it’s the right thing to do. Her narrative is written with the deep confidence of somebody  fully convinced of their own rightness, even as it’s pretty deeply contradictory and frequently absurd. The difference is, Worm does a lot of work to separate Taylor’s perspective from the narrative. We spend so much of the story behind her eyes that it isn’t really thrown in our faces, but stepping back you can see that Taylor isn’t supposed to be Correct about everything, she changes as the story goes on. She acts perfectly rationally only from her perspective, and there are many points where her perspective and the reality of the world differ, and the story acknowledges that, albeit subtly enough that “Taylor Herbert, Most Correct Person” is a valid reading. The trick is that Taylor grows and changes over the story, putting all of her actions in the context of “This was informed by who she was at the time” rather than a hyper-rationalist “This was the correct action to take”. Ward, by contrast, doesn’t really have Victoria go through much of a journey, and the setting is divorced enough from real world context that it can be hard to tell if Victoria is supposed to be the most correct person ever, or absolutely insane. When ordinary prisons are not enough, she devises a system where people are exiled to an uninhibited world with bare minimum support and told to fend for themselves, except for the guy who gets a bunch of extra goodies by doing a favor for Victoria’s best friend. In the places were it would make perfect sense for Victoria to be super irrational (amy) the narrative goes out of it’s way to justify Victoria’s opinions, and so elsewhere it’s not clear if Victoria’s actions are supposed to be so obviously wrong that you understand she’s incorrect without a big ‘ol “THIS IS A BAD THING TO DO” label, or if you’re supposed to be nodding along with how clever and smart she is.

#parahumans #ward #worm #Taylor Herbert #Victoria Dallon

[vclvetfleur]

Obedient Chapter 11

roman roy x fem!reader

Summary: You were invited to come with Roman to Argestes. Unknowingly to you, a huge scandal was about to drop onto the company. Roman needs to land a deal with another nepo baby that would finally make Logan think he was good enough. And you were challenged by juggling your relationship with Roman and friendship with Jess.

TW: Sexism, Alcohol use, nepotism, jealousy, smut MDNI

Word Count: 5.6K

Notes: This took a while, but I'm so glad everyone is enjoying the story. I already have another idea for another story. So once this is done, I will be starting another. Also the Cruises scandal is about to break.

Chapter 11: Billionaire Nepo babies.

You and Roman spent most of your days together once again. You both had kept whatever this was between the two of you extremely private just to save you both from some kind of explosive drama that would definitely arise if you were both found out. You were happy with this agreement and Roman was happy to just finally be able to hold you in his own arms. He could fully be himself without a single judgment.

You weren’t just two people hooking up though, in fact, you haven’t even had any sexual contact with him rather than feeling him once that completely freaked him out. He wasn’t ready, but he had never told you that. He just gave the excuse of wanting to take it slow with you. But he had continuously made sexual innuendos and constant references, without acting or doing anything. You tried not to get hurt by it. I mean- Roman did nearly lose it over the fact you wouldn’t be with him in the first place. It was obvious that he did want you. Plus, you were his assistant, you had access to all his messages and emails. Roman had no one else to hide.

You both had spent the entire morning, making fuck me eyes at one another and light flirting within the privacy of his office. You were just always a little too close to him and vice versa.

You hated that you had to lie to Jess though. That’s what you did every day though. You lied to her face every time you saw her, never mentioning you and Roman’s weird relationship. You never had to do that before. Whenever you were in a relationship, Jess was always the first to know when you were seeing someone new or if you even had feelings for another person. It felt wrong to keep it from her, but you knew it would be for the best.

You even lied to Kendall, saying nothing at all happened and that you just went home. But you ended up apologizing to Roman. Kendall didn’t entirely believe you, but there wasn’t much he could do to pry the real details from you.

Either way, you and Roman were happy with your arrangement. It was the most stable ‘relationship’ if you could even call it that, you’ve ever been in. And this was the most Roman had ever put out of his way for someone he liked.

You were both were finally comfortable for the first time in your lives.

But a scandal was soon to break out on the Roys and one branch of their company, Cruises. None of the kids, except Kendall were filled in yet. Only the PR team and certain members of the board. They were trying to make it go away just before the conference that the family was going to, but it just was getting worse and worse as more people came out against the family. You sat in the back seat with Roman, driving to this conference together, a little late to it. There were a ton of reporters outside the venue, trying to snap pictures of the car and what was inside. Roman couldn’t help but laugh and point at them. “Look at these fucking idiots.” He giggled again before leaving the car and posing for the camera before dismissing them. You quickly followed behind though. “Looks like there’s not going to be much privacy this weekend. Maybe we could get some really sexy pictures out of it though.” Roman whispered to you. You gave him a look and just went through the building, ignoring his flirtatious comment. Kendall left right after us with Jess, getting his badges with you and Roman, but Roman just made ignorant comments to the worker. You left with Jess to get everything settled for the event. This was the way for the Roys to finally get back in with Nan.

You watched a few people along with Logan and Kendall rush into a room as if they knew something really important. “Uh-Jess why are they?” You pointed out. Jess looked just as confused as you were. Roman was out there still making fun of Tom and Greg to their face, while everyone else was talking about something that Roman had no idea about. “What the fuck?” You whispered.

Logan had left the room, and everyone broke out to work on their own way of shutting this scandal down.

Gerri left, looking for Roman. Gerri had tried to get Roman involved. She needed to find a way to make Roman seem more worthy than his dad thought he was. She had been eyeing this billionaire son for a bit, knowing they could possibly buy them out and it would be huge for Waystar incase Pierce dropped out, which was likely. You couldn’t help but stare, Jess catching you.

“Roman’s playing mommy again.” Jess giggled. You looked at her, holding back your laugh. “Uh-wait are you still meeting with me to get ready to the party?” She asked you. You stopped to think but nodded.

“Of course, we gotta see what looks good on each other if we wanna manipulate them to buy us a new wardrobe.” You joked. It was your lifestyle you use to live with Jess from when you guys had first met, probably the first three years of your relationship consisted of it. You and Jess would flirt with promoters to get into clubs or message them to boost their egos. You both eventually got into very exclusive clubs and parties and had led rich men into thinking they were going to get anything out of you for luxurious stuff like dinners or other social events or even just items. You weren’t a sugar baby, just you were able to talk your way into certain things with these men. Jess had to break away from you and scheduled to see you at 6:30 at her hotel room. You just planned on getting the two of you tequila in the room before she got there so you both could also drink beforehand. You found Roman, standing with himself as he had just given up on talking to others at the party.

Gerri had to remind him that despite having Shiv be her dads right hand man, it could change if Roman was more serious. Roman wasn’t taking it too well. You’ve seen how the toll of this entire thing had taken on him. He was upstairs, with a green Perrier bottle in his hand, bringing it over to his lips every so often. He leaned on the railing, scanning the room. “Hey. You done overlooking the party batman?” You teased him.

“Fucking haha- uh- I’m just tryna think… Thought if I posed like this, you’d find it sexy and wouldn’t be able to control yourself.” He lied, his sad pouty lips curling into a smirk as he brought the green bottle to his lips again and sipped on it.

You giggled, leaning on the railing the same as him, looking over the party. “What were you looking at?” You asked. You scanned the room to see potential people for Roman to eventually fuck over. Roman pointed the man sitting down in some leather chair talking to some women.

“Eduard. He’s some rich dickhead Gerri thinks I should talk to to win daddy’s love.” Roman scoffed. You eye the man down, asking why Gerri would ask. Roman went into the same details, all be it more melo-dramatic, that Gerri had before. You nodded, trying to think it over.

“I think it could work. Just don’t be an asshole.” You warned him. “You could do it at the party.” You shrugged. It could work. There was enough time, it would be a friendly setting. Roman was better at informal meetings than formal ones. He was way better at the casual ‘im your friend’ kind of parts of the business. Kendall just came off as too intimidating or too much of a kiss up for his dad. It made the deals usually seem so artificial.

You went out of your way to make Roman actually speak to other though. He had never been so reserved until this massive ego bruise that his dad had left him. You had to push Roman back out of his shell. But before you knew it, you had to go meet with Jess. “Uh Rome- I will see you after at the party, okay? Uh- good luck.” You gave him a gentle longing hand hold, something discreet enough to remind Roman you weren’t leaving him. “I’m gonna just meet with Jess and get ready. It’ll be worth it. I promise.” You winked before leaving him behind. He looked completely lost without you. You felt bad for him. He had been on autopilot since Nan’s. You were just the one steering along with Gerri sometimes coming in as well. She had been the only one who believe in him before you came. She could see him actually growing up and doing the work that his siblings were set to do. She saw Roman’s potential. Despite all the sexual advancements in the past and the flirting Roman did, they did have that mother-son dynamic. But y’know, Romans’ mommy issues couldn’t help himself from sexualizing a motherly figure in his life.

You had grabbed a bottle of Don Julios with a liter of coke for the chasers that you were prepped to take. You knocked on Jess’ bedroom door and had it opened for you by Jess. She couldn’t keep her excitement to herself, letting out a little sequel as you both walked into her room. It was like old times. You had left your bag in Jess’ room and grabbed it, pulling out outfits you had prepared. Jess did the same and you both started with trying each thing you had on for one another to rate. After going back in forth for a while, you both came to your conclusions of what you were wearing for the night. You put music on, trying to skip through whatever sad song came up if it ever did. “Fuck.” You mumbled, getting up again after just sitting down to redo your makeup to change the song. “No- it’s fine. It’s a good song.” Jess laughed loudly at how many depressing songs kept coming through. You both had probably taken 3 shots together each at this point. “Yea cause listening to Mitski is really what I want to hear while getting drunk off of tequila.” You giggled.

You heard Jess singing along to the song, hoping you’d join her. Her hands extended out to you and sang loudly. You couldn’t help but take her hand and sing with her. “You’re coming back and IT’S THE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEND!” You both shouted, pulling each other close. Your arms wrapped around each other, swaying each other and singing the song with each other. “This is way too intimate.” Jess laughed, pulling away. There was such a closeness to you and Jess. Maybe could you had met her at such a sore spot in your life.

You had just dropped all contact with your parents. You had left them as soon as you could. You moved into your dorm and now had no reason to ever be around them or speak to them. You even had changed your number. It’s not like it mattered to them though. You had already spent a year not speaking to them. But it was a lot harder than you thought it would be. You thought you’d be so happy as soon as it was over with, but you weren’t. You had gone to your dorm that night, moving all your stuff and still felt so incredibly empty. You spent the week crying. You would roll up in your bed, clinging to your stuffed animal, wishing it could’ve been different. But this was it. And jess was there. And she listened. In fact, she had brought you around her family. Credit, they weren’t incredible, they fought with Jess, but they were a normal family. They were only angry with her when they wanted the best for her. You wanted that. And you were glad Jess was there to give you that. You were essentially indoctrinated in her family as if you were an adoptee. It felt nice. And Jess never made you feel bad about your family life. Or how you grew up. Or your other fairly obvious traumas that arised from time to time. Jess was here to listen and comfort and help you with your outbursts and emotions. You weren’t a perfect person, but Jess loved you for you.

The song changed to something you had forgotten you had in your music. “AHH!” You screamed in excitement. Mariah Carey’s ‘We Belong Together’. Jess laughed, getting up, pouring you both a shot to get you both more hyped for the party. You rushed over, downing it quickly. You swayed your hips to the song, using your hand as if it was a microphone. You both went to trying to get ready without getting so distracted, but you both did end up getting fairly distracted every so often depending on what song came through.

Jess saw your phone buzzing a few times, seeing Roman’s name come up. “Incoming, your boss needs you!” Jess threw your phone to you. You grabbed it, answering the call.

“Where are you? I’ve been here for half an hour. Wait- are you at another party?” He asked you. The music was apparently louder than you thought. You lowered the music, pulling the speaker closer to you.

“Ya, sorry. Me and Jess got distracted. We’re heading over now.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Jess was rushing to put her heels on, tripping in the process.

“Okay- I can’t wait to see for what you told me was worth it.” Roman made an attempt at flirting that wasn’t extremely vulgar. Somehow it was worse than just his extremely explicit flirtatious comments.

“Okay Roman. I’ll see you. Don’t keep me on the phone too long.” You said, pulling your shoes on. You left the room with Jess, trying to find where the party was being held. You met Roman out at front though. He seemed like a nervous wreck. He had no idea how to make the deal with Eduard. He didn’t know how he was going to do it. He needed you to calm his nerves.

“Romyyyy” Jess sang, she had a lot to drink or else she would barely acknowledge him. He looked at you, not able to keep his eyes off of how you looked. His lips slightly parted in an amused smile, making sure he got every detail down on how you looked tonight. “She had 5 shots before this. She isn’t that good with liquor.” You apologized for her, hugging Roman casually. His hand rested on your lower back, knowing Jess wouldn’t remember anyways. Or at least wouldn’t question it since it was a party after all.

Jess wondered and began her night. “So, I was looking at Eduard’s way and I just- fuck- the guys a douche.” He was flustered. You looked his direction, rolling your eyes almost immediately. He looked like the guys you would mess with in college. He was surrounded by women, his clothing was even pretentious looking, as if he had to show off everything to others.

“Look, you’re gonna be great. Just go for it. You both fit each other’s type too. Sleezy Billionaire nepo babies.” You joked, undoing his shirt a bit and making him look ready or as if he had actually been going around the party tonight. “Perfect.” You smiled.

“You sure we can’t just casually kiss? I mean assistants do that all the time. I know Greg and Tom do.” He joked, but really wishing he could kiss you in front of people. But he knew he shouldn’t. Not just for your sake but his as well. He couldn’t be too identical to his dad. “Okay fine. Meet me in the bathroom in like 15 minutes. I’m pretty sure we could play it off as a glory hole situation” Roman continued to play around before leaving you to play business flirting with Eduard. No matter how disgusting Roman could be it made him kind of endearing. It such a shameful disgusted way.

You looked for Jess but had seen her already chatting up with some guy. You left her be, going to get yourself a drink. You sipped on your colorful drink, looking around. Roman had gone in the bathroom with Eduard. You just laughed to yourself. You watched Roman come back, slightly defeated. “What happened?” You asked to be informed.

“I don’t know anything about the jackass.” He ran his fingers through his hair, letting air out. “The dumbass basically told me to make the news less sad. No one wants to watch fuckin firefighters saving babies. Or priests not diddling kids.” Roman was annoyed. You rubbed his back, pouting at how upset he seemed.

“Well if you guys are gonna talk..” You tried to make light of it. “I didn’t get his number. He did give me his cocaine though. Did he confuse me for my brother or something?” You wished you could help. You had an idea though.

“Just sit here. Here. Have my drink. I’m gonna work the deal.” You smiled, leaving a kiss onto Roman’s cheek before leaving him at the bar.

You had gone up to Eduard’s table, laying your hand on his shoulder and modeling your body down to him. This was usually your move. You leaned down, tits first, making your hips or ass look incredible as you asked for something small. “Hey, what’s your name?” You asked. You tucked your hair back, looking up at him, giving him fuck me eyes. He immediately fell into the bait. His hand rested on your waist and told you his name. You gave him yours before he insisted you sat down. He leaned forward to make you a drink. You took it, sipping on it as you laid your body close to his. You ran your fingers through his hair as he talked about whatever he was going on about. “Yeah- that’s so fucking awful…” You pitched your voice up, as if you ever really gave a fuck. “God- I mean people only really talk about negativity nowadays. I was just talking about that today with my boss.” You brought Roman up. He asked who your boss was. “I work at Waystar. But yea- we had this conversation about how we only bring up the negative bullshit in politics rather than celebrate our politicians’ achievements.” You lied. You had to play into this billionaire weridos fantasy. “Normally, I don’t even support any of that.” You continued. You knew Eduard was barely paying any attention, but whatever that would make you sleep with him was what he was willing to do. “But yea- no one fits our vision.” You lied which only prompted Eduard to put himself in on the deal.

“I would love to talk about this more tomorrow when I’m sober. But here give me your phone.” He mentioned. You did as he said and saw him put his number in along with a text sent to himself. He picked up his phone and sent you his room number, hoping you’d come. You fake laughed, running your hand down his arm.

“Well, I do think I have to go soon. I have to make sure my bosses don’t make a fool out of themselves. But I’ll try to make it over tonight. If you’re still awake.” You lied before getting up from his booth and over to Roman. He watched the whole interaction with a whole bunch of feelings being brought up. He was completely stunned at how you were. A hint of jealousy even arose. A lot actually. He was a bit turned on, but only cause of how you were even acting. He wasn’t sure if he liked watching you flirt and play around with other people. Especially since he knew you could do better. I mean- they could probably fuck you properly. But you looked so good. He was also embarrassed he couldn’t make the deal as quickly as you did. But still impressed that you managed to.

“You’re a fucking succubus. I hope you didn’t play the same little game with me.” He laughed, trying to hide the fact he was upset about it.

“Shut up. Buy me a shot for my win.” You insisted tapping him on the chest. He did just that. Along with one for him. You both downed it quickly, your face scrunching up once the taste came up on your tongue. “Besides, I actually wanna fuck you. Not that dick.” You mentioned in passing. You never really expressed yourself to Roman that way. But you had a few drinks in you to make you a bit more confident in saying so.

Roman always had this look of desperation whenever he wanted to make those fantasies a reality. You could always see him going into his own head and his dirty thoughts of what he would actually do if he actually could perform. But you assumed it was you.

Jess came over though, interrupting the two of you. “Y/n. Come on. Let’s dance!” She giggled, grabbing your hands. You looked at Roman, you two of sharing a look to her about how drunk she had been. “Come on Roman, let her have fun.” She teased.

“I-uh- I actually need to do something quickly though. But uh- yea go ahead. Have fun.” Roman shooed you two off before leaving the party. Roman’s insecurities got the best of him and he had gone off to speak to Gerri for some encouragement. He knocked on the door, making his way in. “How’d it go?” she asked concerned about his visit to her room. He sat on the kitchen counter and went into what had occurred. Mostly with you. “I mean- is it cause I don’t have tits? Is that what it is?” He tried to hide his insecurities with another reason of why his deal didn’t go perfectly.

“You should be grateful you have her Roman. She can work out the deals you can’t.” Gerri told him harshly. She saw him shifting, knowing exactly what it meant. “Roman- no.” She sighed. “Are you both fucking?” She began to parent him, knowing in the scandal they’re about to get into, this would be the worst thing to happen to the company if the news broke out. Cruises Waystar involved with sexual assault and hiding it along with the CEO’s son and possible new CEO, fucking his assistant, abusing his power.

“We’re not fucking-“He tried to explain. A silence came over him before he finally explained. “We’re… mutually… just… rubbing privates in private.” He shrugged. He couldn’t explain it better than that.

“Roman- you cannot just- “Gerri continued but Roman interrupted. “She came on to me. This wasn’t just- “Roman defended himself, but Gerri was not gonna listen. She knew how badly this could turn out. “Roman, the public won’t see it that way. Just- don’t get caught. You both deny this for however long this last.” Gerri gave him advice. Roman just nodded, staying quiet about it. He just vented to Gerri about the CEO position hoping they could come to a conclusion. Gerri cared too much for him, agreeing to his compromise of whoever became CEO would make the other one Chair.

Gerri sent him on his way, giving him one more warning. He decided to go back to the party, seeing you and Jess just having the best time. Roman was ready to just leave the scene. But you didn’t like you were. “Rome!” You called out, telling him to come over. He shook his head, turning down the offer. You pouted, going over to him and pulled on his hand. “Come ooooon, just relax. What’s got you so uptight?” You asked him.

“Uh- I think I’m just gonna go to my room.” He admitted. You didn’t want to leave, but didn’t want to not be around him.

“Just give me 5 minutes. I’ll meet you there.” You promised him. He let a smile creep up before nodding, leaving quietly.

You decided to make your escape and try to make Jess think you were going on your own. After dancing with her for one more song, you lied to her about being tired. “I’ll see you in the room, right?” Jess asked.

“Uh- no. I’m going to mine.” You continued to lie. She seemed disappointed, but you tried to get out of it quickly. “Oh please- you and the guy were hitting it off. I don’t wanna disrupt your night.” You giggled. You gave her a hug before leaving her. You walked the hall, trying to find Roman’s room. Unknowing to you, Jess got bored without you and decided to make her way to your room. She saw you make the wrong turn to your room and decided to make sure you got to your room safely.

You turned the corner, knocking on Roman’s room. He opened it, put his hand around your waist, laying a kiss on you before you both walked into his room. Jess had just turned the corner to witness it all. Her jaw dropped in complete horror, turning around and going to her room. She was hurt and frustrated. She immediately sobered up after witnessing it. You had been lying to her. She had no idea how long this was even lasting. It hurt. She felt betrayed. Someone she promised to always protect you and be there for you was lying to her. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. But it made sense now, seeing all the patterns of behavior you both displayed.

You laid down on Roman’s bed, staring at him as he was pouring himself a scotch.

“Roman..” You mumbled. He turned to you, his eyebrows raising up to wonder what you needed. “I really… really… want you to fuck me.” You were more confident after taking a shot with him earlier.

He didn’t know how to properly react. He wasn’t ready to go into his own fucked up issues with you tonight, especially now. “Uh- why?” He laughed, not knowing what else to really say. You looked at him confused, assuming he was joking with you.

“Cause- I think you’re incredibly sexy and I just know you’d listen to what I need.” You sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Uh… alright.” He wanted to do this with you just as badly, just not wanting to disappoint. He knew as soon as it would come time to actually perform, he would maybe get soft and get lost and freak out and then just ruin the experience for the both of you.

“Do you just not want me” You began to question. He shook his head no, putting his glass down. He stood in front of you, cupping your cheeks, making you look at him.

“I want to do everything to you.” He promised. “Just- I don’t- I can’t…” he tried. You looked so pretty with his hands on your face. The way you looked at him quickly made him go into his own fantasies. “Can we maybe- uh-“ He tried to find the words to say without making it sound gross.

“What? I’ll do anything you want my love.” You submitted. That was probably the first time any of you had used a pet name with one another. Roman cursed under his breath, his breath getting heavy.

“Take the dress off.” He told you. You nodded, slowly stripping down for him, making eye contact as the straps of your dress came down your shoulders. You slowly unzipped the dress and had it fall down to reveal your chest. Roman moved his hand down to touch himself and watch you. You giggled, pulling the dress fully of, only revealing yourself in a thong.

“What else do you need me to do?” You asked.

“Alright… well me and my other- fuck.. this is so fucking- alright just fucking touch yourself. That’s it. Just fucking watch me and I watch you.” Roman tried to make this not sound as weird as he could but making it weirder by how nervous he had been.

You nodded, following his instructions, moving your underwear off to the side. You took two fingers, making circular motions over your folds, legs spread wide enough for Romans viewing. He put his hands under his pants, stroking himself as he kept his eyes in view of you. He was too embarrassed to reveal himself in front of you. But you weren’t taking too much into mind. You weren’t going to push. You just wanted to make him feel good.

You slid your fingers inside of yourself, another hand taking over to continue to rub circular motions onto your clit. Roman let out heavy gasps, his hand moving faster, watching you intensely, lust blinding everything around his view of you.

You moved your fingers quicker, your moans being high pitched the close you got, gasps leaving your lips as you felt yourself getting there. Roman felt himself getting on the edge before you had. His body twitched, removing his hand from his pants. His breathe was heavy as he now needed to clean himself off.

“Please let me finish you off.” He grew a sudden confidence. You nodded, moving your hands away. He sat down in front of you, laying his hands over your legs, bring a hand up. “Just fucking tell me what to do.” He warned you.

“Okay- well, first you can…” You began to guide him, moving his hand up, playing it where you had them recently. You moved his hand to the pressure that felt comfortable to you and the speed. Your breathing became irregular again, throwing your head back, holding on his wrist to let him know he was doing good. Roman wanted to learn every part of you. He needed to learn your body better than you. You moved your hips against his hand, looking over at him. “Okay, now just come closer.” You instructed. You held his head, moving it towards between your thighs. You tried to instruct him on what you exactly like. “Just whatever sound I make that doesn’t sound uncomfortable, just keep doing it.” You teased before leaving him to do what had had learned. He pressed his lips against your cunt, moving his tongue to whatever he thought he should. You moved his head to whatever felt good and Roman followed your lead. Roman eventually got the hang of it, watching your body and seeing what response you gave him that seemed good. Your breathing quickened, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer to you, begging him to do what you wanted to get you there. And he did everything you asked. Pleasure took over your body, your back arching and your thighs tightening around Roman. He pulled away as you seemed to be done. You tried to catch your breath, staring at the ceiling. Once your heart rate reached a normal rate, you looked over at him, still sitting in front of you. “You did so good Roman.” You praised, sitting down and leaning down to kiss him.

“Of course, I did.” He boosted his own ego. He was just glad he was able to do something for you. He was scared, but it was good enough that you didn’t need to touch or look at him. It was about you. There was no pressure on his body. He had gotten up and grabbed a change of clothes before going to the bathroom. You hadn’t brought anything to change into, just deciding to pull on one of Roman’s plain shirts.

Roman came back to see you in his shirt. “You are so fucking sexy.” He mumbled, coming to you, pulling you into another kiss. “You’re also disgusting for kissing me know where my mouth just was.”

“You say that now until you kiss me after I blow you.” You joked back. Roman wasn’t sure when he’d be ready for that to ever happen yet. But this was a major step for him. In the past year, he’s only had sex maybe twice. Once after his ego bruise made him finally attempt to fuck his ex, but that just was more of an ego bruise since she just made him feel embarrassed. And the other was with his ex-girlfriend who he had been in a long term relationship with. It was just another way to prove something. He barely finished. The rest of his experiences were resorted to him jerking off in the other room with whoever he was with in the other room doing the same.

You sat down on his bed, moving over to give him room. “Let me show you that show finally! Log into your Netflix.” You laughed, giving him the remote.

Roman was happy to even be here with you. You were nothing like anyone he had ever met. You were normal. Not in a bad way. Just in the sense of you weren’t constantly craving some greedy need. You just wanted to do whatever came up. You weren’t fixated on luxuries. You weren’t around Roman for anything other than someone that made you smile and laugh. This was the first sense of normalcy Roman had ever felt.

This was what a normal relationship felt like.

Roman had never been more satisfied.

Notes: a lot happened in this chapter. this also was the most i’ve ever written. 5.6k words is crazy i’m so happy.

Chapter 12

#succession #succession hbo #hbo succession #roman roy #roman roy fanfic #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #succession fanfic #kendall roy #shiv roy #siobhan roy #connor roy #logan roy #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch

[heartfullofleeches]

What if sherriff reader saved one of the bandits…? maybe carried them bridal style… 😳

Fuck- their lungs were on fire; a flame that disbursed through their entire body. The lone band coughs and wheezes; their meak attempts at freeing themselves proven pointless as rotting wood press down on their chest. The face of the person they tried to dethrone mocks them with a permanent grin. The bandit spits at the poster followed by a groan of pain.

It was both a harmless, and ingenious idea in their mind. Due to the sudden tragic passing of the last head, your town was in need of a mayor. There were just two proper candidates and only one who ran for office, the loved and respected sheriff, and some rich bastard who's been trying to get their hands on the town for yours. The voters choice would have to obvious if both parties were to play, but alas the one who had the people's favor and sense to run this place wanted no part in that job.

Some were understanding, while others rioted in secret. They despised the idea of anyone in office but you. You may reject it at face value, but you're the backbone of this community and the hesrt of many. This group was made up of none other than the band of pests that caused most of the issuses you had to deal with. You know better than everyone it's the only life they've ever known, but it's also the crutch they use to get closer to the greatest treasure of all. You.

Unlike previous casualties, the soon to be mayor was a hard cookie to reach. Surrounded by guards at every hour, and hauled up in the self built mansion in the center of nowhere. While the others planned to get to them, a few bandits stranded from the group to carry out ideas of their own. Vandalism, lies, threats, destruction of property. This attacks were taken in hope it'd prevent them from ever stepping back into town, but now it seemed like it would stop one of them from ever getting home.

"What do we have here? An idiot lost from its flock of bigger idiots?"

The bandit struggles to look up at the person, shadow blocked by the beady sun. Despite the condescending tone, it was the hum of an angel. They roll up their sleeves with a heavy sigh.

"Sher...."

"Alright, let's get you out of here and to the hospital. Don't have to tear you a new one because you've done that already."

Without another peep from their savior's beside the occasional grunt, the weight of the billboard is left off the bandit. They gasp for the air rapidly filling their lungs, turning over to the side. They've unknowingly made things for themselves, as two arms cushion their back when they roll back. Lifted up, that obnoxious sun circles their saviour's head like an angel; their head rested on the deity's toned bicep. Their face glows almost as warm as it as their eyes adjust to the light. Was this heaven?

"Sheriff!"

The bandit gleefully throws their good arm around your neck, squishing their face against the exposed skin. This was a page torn straight from their fantasies. They wanted to kiss you. The wanted to kiss you, and love you, and ride off into the sunset in your arms; but you'd probably drop them like a hot coal if they tried any of that. Their head was spinning, but it wasn't from any pain.

"I knew you'd come for me."

"I got a call about some moron chopping down a posterboard."

"Sticks and stone, sheriff."

You raise an eyebrow. "You seem to be pretty lively for someone who got crushed. Maybe I should put you down."

Truth be told, the bandit was feeling better already. Their ribs were probably bruised and their arm was definitely broken, but they've been through worse. They've ran like a gazelle with a twisted ankle in the past so this was nothing.. a little acting couldn't fix.

They go limp against your chest, trying not to faint from the strum of your heart. "Actually... I'm banged up real bad, sherif. I think you'll need to carry me to a doctor long as they can reach us in your house."

#Yandere bandit #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere oneshot #Yandere bandits

[azurlily]

Hello, how are you? I hope you're alright (:

Is it possible to request an Azula x gn reader with an arranged marriage trope (both reader and Azula are aged up of course)? Both of them have feelings for eachother, but since Azula doesn't want to accept that they were married against her will and reader values morals like honesty and sincerity very much (those morals are of course humiliated by Azula on a daily basis lol) they need a bit of time to really find together.

I hope you like the request, please have a great day (:

Ooooo I like this!! I'm doing well! Better than before! I'd like to point put that this is the last month I'll do a specific reader type(shy reader, trans reader, mean reader, you get the idea).

ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS SOUNDS SO INTERESTING TO ME!! Sorry if I didn't get it exactly right!

"I haven't done anything wrong! If you didn't want that old man to get hurt- oh- and you're crying...sorry?"

Azula doesn't know what too rough means. She also doesn't know what mean means. She assumes you cry because you're sad or angry, not because...of her. Okay, maybe she knows, she just doesn't want to admit it.

Azula sees your sincerity and honesty, she sees it as weakness at first. Slowly it becomes one of the things she loves about you the most. How lying is wrong, and hoe you want people to be happy. She sees it as something to protect. You don't see this type of thing often.

Azulas feelings blossom when you start bringing her things. It's your way of showing your love and interest in her. You bring her things she likes, or things you've been told she likes. There has been an occasion where she lied about liking something and you learned about it. You chided and scolded her for a few days.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm listening. What we're you saying, uh-"

She finds herself falling in love with you. Wanting to watch you more and more often, seeing all the nice things you do. It's a complete contrast for her, and she knows it. That's why she likes it so much. Azula likes knowing something so different is more than willing to be by her side.

She does mention you and your family to her father. Wether you're an important figurehead or not, she wants to see you higher up. Azula wants a reason to be closer to you; her father acknowledging your family. Well- that's just an amazing reason. She does try and help your status, she wants people know you. Know how amazing and beautiful/handsome you are.

When her father and your parents have a meeting. They talk about Azula and your common interest in eachother. They talk and come to an "obvious" conclusion. The two of you should marry. Your family could help influence, and maybe a lifetime partner will help Azula be a bit more interested in in the things her father wants.

(Not like she isn't already)

They finalize everything before either of you know. They have everything signed and agreed upon, then wait some time. The closer the two of you are, the easier this will be.

Anyway this marriage is definitely not one that anyone else would have seen coming. Azula, on the other hand, knew. That's why she's been pulling away recently. She doesn't want to be married to you forcefully, even if you are cute.

Even though Azula has strong feelings about you, it takes a damn while for her to admit it. When the two of you are hidden in the darkness of her room. Her hands holding your own, her face much too close to yours. The warmth of it all, the love and kindness she'd rarely ever show.

It was all ruined when the marriage was announced. At first you were both dumbfounded. How could this have happened? Right under your noses?

Azula, instead of feeling a sort of happiness, being happy that her relationship with you is secure. Instead she's angry, how dare she be forced to marry you. Marry someone so kind, so truthful, so sweet. It felt like she was drowning in her own angry fire.

She goes from watching you talka bout something you were interested in, to glaring when you even mention love. Azula hates how weak your tears make her, she tries to avoid them. Her being a bitch all the time doesn't help.

Azula, during the wedding planning was nothing short of rude. You tries talking to her, giving her idea on how to make things more her style. She refused to listen. Why would she listen when her father wouldn't care in the slightest!?

"Mhm, yeah. Listen [Name], I understand you're sweet and you want this wedding to be about me, but I dont care."

Over time she's gone from being a bitch, to teasing you. While she doesn't like that she was forced into a relationship, she does like you. So it, in a way, evens out.

About three or four months into the marriage shes back to herself. She's back to pulling you into rooms with a cold glare...only to kiss your lips and walk away. She teases you when you see a hurt animal and run to help it.

Secretly though, she adores seeing you. She adores your truths, she adores how you value the real her. She adores every bit of you, especially when you give her a sweet smile and hold her hand. She makes fun and pushes you around(hopefully you know she doesn't always mean to be rude) but in reality, seeing you just makes her day.

Of course there is the darker side of things.

"Stop crying. I'm not apologizing, you know I'm right. So what if I lied!? I haven't hurt you."

That's what she doesn't understand. Why would you feel empathy for others? She could understand her, yourself, family(barely), even friends. She doesn't get why you'd feel back about someone that doesn't matter. These ideals of her strain your relationship. You fight, and she refuses to admit her wrongdoings. Anymore at least.

She needs time to understand she's done something wrong. You need time to calm down and see things from her eyes. She was forced into a relationship, no matter how close you two were. It was still against her will. Taking away her freedom, taking away her ability to choose you as her forever.

The two of your fight a lot, and you're both hurtful sometimes. That doesn't mean either of you loslve the other any less. It just means you don't agree. She takes time to learn you, see what to and not to tease you about. You take time to see what she sees, to see her fears and anger.

Your relationship does mend, it take a year or two, but it mends. And you two come out stronger than ever. I mean, it's not like either of you have the choice to leave the other.

Sorry if you didn't like it. I tried, but I didn't fully understand what you meant. Also sorry it's short. I have a lot of Azula requests and I didn't realise how much yall like her.

#gn reader #azula x reader #azula #arranged marriage #avatar the last airbender #avatar

[kaigarax]

Fix You

Uchiha Madara x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone that you've experienced loss with."

The dark hair of the Uchiha never went well with black. Or at least that's what Madara’s younger brother Izuna had thought. Izuna had always told Madara that it looked rather tacky against their pale skin and even darker hair. How ironic it was that now dozens of Uchiha clan members were now dressed in that very same black that Izuna had once mocked. All dressed in that very same black for him.

Not that he’d ever be able to see it.

Madara sits at the head of the room and off to the side, beside his brother’s coffin. The crowd sits facing Madara and Izuna’s coffin sitting on mats placed on the ground rather than at a table like Madara.

It’s cold at the head of the table.

Much colder than he remembers.

Much colder now that he sits there alone.

In a time of warring, such as their own, funerals are often short and quick if they even happen at all. Most of the time funerals consist only of the closest family members burying the body of the deceased if their bodies even happen to make it back. But when it came to the heads of the households more formal situations, like this one, were held. And sometimes even heads of households didn’t even get this much.

Ah yes. The time of war has always been quite unforgiving.

It’s quiet, Madara thinks. Apart from the quiet murmuring in the back and slow movements of people coming in and out of the room to give their condolences. There's significantly less sobbing than Madara had expected. He supposes that has to do with Izuna’s lack of female companionship. There had been his grandmothers and mothers who were all long passed, the few friends he had gained in his more cognitive years and you.

You.

The oddball of the Uchiha Clan. Actually, even that title was a disservice to you. You weren’t even part of the Clan, instead brought there when you were young in hopes of the Uchiha teaching you how to properly use your eyes. Not so familiar to their own eyes but closer than your own Clan’s Kekkei Genkai.

You sit at the back of the room, your eyes covered with a white bandana. It’s a bright contrast to everything and everyone else in the room, drawing Madara’s eyes to it. The rest of your clothing is black. Madara thinks that, unlike the rest of his Clan, you wear the colour quite nicely.

Your head is down and you’ve yet to approach him to offer your condolences - so instead he chooses to approach you. Both as head of the Clan and Izuna’s brother.

“(Y/n).”

You tilt your head up, “Madara.”

“No honorifics?”

You don’t bother to say anything back, instead turning your head towards the front of the room. Madara can’t see where your eyes are looking but he knows for certain that’s where your gaze lies. Anyone else might’ve been fooled but not him. Not him that’s known and observed you for years. Not him.

---

Your movements are swift and quick as you dodge the kunai thrown from different directions. There’s such an ease to your movements that anyone watching would certainly think they’d be able to do it as well.

It seems as though you make use not just of your sight but hearing and smell while in the midst of battle. Though it has always been obvious, at least to Madara, that sight has always been your highest advantage. Even against the Sharingan your eyes proved to be quite the foe. Izuna had always theorized that those eyes of yours allowed you to glimpse into the future but Madara could tell there was more to that. Just seeing into the future was not enough to impress Madara, and boy was he impressed by you.

You’re flexible in a way that other ninjas aren’t. Your fighting style is unorthodox and likely not developed through movements you’ve learned from others but rather ones that you’ve likely come up with yourself.

What seems to be the most impressive thing about you though is your age. You’re a few years younger than Madara but seemingly more in tune with your own abilities and skills than he was when he was your age. Almost as in tune with them as he is right now.

He’d never cared all too much about you before but right now, you were certainly worthy of his brief attention. He understood why the Clan elders, and his father, had even humoured the thought of letting you stay with the clan in the first place.

You jump over the kunai thrown at you before going down to the ground quickly and kick the legs of your practice partner, sending them crashing to the ground before you quickly pounce on them, pinning them to the ground.

Quite impressive, indeed.

You laugh, holding your hand out to your opponent, “you have to remember to use multiple levels when you’re fighting.”

Your opponent rolls their eyes but Madara can make out a hint of a smile on their face as they take your outstretched hand, “as if anyone but you can move in such a sporadic way.”

“What’re you looking at, Ni-chan?” Izuna asks, taking a seat beside Madara.

Madara turns to look at his younger brother, feeling that familiar fondness in his chest. Even now, when they’ve grown so much he still refers to him in such a familiar and childish manner. Madara knows, of course, that it isn’t exactly behaviour he should indulge in but he does nonetheless. It’s his precious younger brother, afterall.

“The (L/n) girl.”

“Oh,” Izuna’s face brightens and his cheeks flush, “what about her?”

Madara shrugs, “I was curious as to how good she was in her skills. The elders were thinking about sending her to the battlefield soon.”

The clan could certainly use someone like you. Not just were you quick and decisive in your decision making but you managed to take on three older opponents at the same time when most people your age could barely handle one. The tides of battle would certainly shift with your unique abilities.

Izuna, on the other hand, seems to think otherwise as the colour drains from his face, “What? They can’t! She’s from another Clan! Wouldn’t that be breaking their trust or something?”

Your Clan knew the deals they made when they handed you over. Madara knew what both Clans had already intended when you joined - and at such a young age at that. Apparently though, his younger brother, Izuna, was not privy to such things. But then again that would be Madara’s fault for shielding him from Clan politics in the first place.

His precious younger brother.

Madara's eyes seared Izuna’s face curiously, “she won’t always be part of another Clan.”

---

The funeral had gone on longer than Madara had intended. He’d been forced to leave early and people had only stopped going in and out only after he returned.

Tomorrow morning they would bury him and then they would declare war on the Senju. Tomorrow Madara would claim revenge in the name of his brother. Tomorrow everything will be different.

But alas, tomorrow was yet to come. It was still today, regardless of whether the sun or moon were in the sky.

Madara’s surprised to find that you’re the only one left in the funeral room. You’re sitting over by Izuna’s coffin, the white cloth you usually wear over your eyes missing. Your heads down, pressed against your knees that you’ve curled up into your body and your back leaning up against the side of the coffin. Madara, as he nears you and the coffin can see that you’ve tied your own white cloth over the place of where Izuna’s eyes would be. The gesture is almost as sweet as it is romantic.

Madara thinks it must not be very comfortable but moves to take a seat beside you anyways.

Unlike earlier today, you speak first, “I’d always known that one of us would die. I just didn’t think it would be him, and this soon.” Your voice is hoarse and raspy.

Madara sighs, “I never realised how close the two of you were.”

“Yeah.”

It’s strange, Madara thinks. He doesn't think he’s ever seen you quite like this before. Not when you heard that your mother died and your father had already taken another wife. Not when you’d fallen out the tree during training or when you’d taken a knife for one of your companions. Not even when your clan abandoned you, leaving you here all alone.

It’s strange. He’s never seen you quite so broken.

“It’s funny.” You say.

Madara turns to look at you, “what is?”

“Izuna used to always make fun of me for wearing something over my eyes. It’s funny that now he’d wear something over his eyes now that he’s gone.”

“Did he…” Madara trails off, unable to finish his question.

You finally look up, seeming to grasp onto the words left unspoken, “yes,” your (e/c) eyes meeting with his own dark ones.

Madara suddenly feels entranced. Unable to remember what he had planned to say in response. It’s a colour uncommon not just to the Uchiha Clan but your own as well. Even among the other Clans and communities your exact eye colour is uncommon. A shade of (e/c) with flecks of gold and silver. If there ever were eyes meant to be caught and entranced in then they certainly must be yours. Madara had never seen a point to you constantly wearing eye covers but knew a point could be made purely because of its beauty. Something that should only ever be shown to those most worthy.

The edges of your eyes are red and puffy, as if you’ve been crying all day and night.

He wonders if he should bring an arm up to comfort you but the two of you have never been all that close.

Instead, you bring your own hands up to his face. Your eyes staring deeply into his own.

---

‘Make sure she doesn't get hurt, okay?’ The words of Izuna ring in Madara’s head as he leads you deep into the heart of enemy territory.

The Clan had been commissioned to partake in a reconnaissance mission and had chosen to send the two of you. The Uchiha’s most promising youth. Or at least that was what his father had claimed. Madara, while having seen you train, had never been placed on a mission (or even been on a battlefield) with you before. He did hear that you were quickly moving through the ranks but you weren’t even an Uchiha in the first place. Not that he’d ever say that to his father.

‘Make sure she doesn’t get hurt’ are the last words of his brother, constantly ringing in his ear.

Clearly the Clan leaders thought you capable enough to not get hurt critically if they sent you a mission as important as this one. Izuna clearly needed to calm down a little. Besides, it’s not as if Madara didn’t look out for his fellow Clansmates anyways.

Madara stops abruptly, sensing a certain disturbance in the air.

There was a trap set here.

He motioned for you to stop.

You pulled at the cloth at your head, quickly stuffing it into your pocket. Madara almost forgot where he was for a moment. Your eyes were such a breathtaking colour. One that certainly would have caused any enemy to freeze up if not for some special ability they might have than for their beauty alone.

He’d heard that your eyes were impressive but up until now he’d actually hadn’t gotten the chance to see you without them.

Madara was never one to easily get distracted but right now he suddenly found himself unable to look anywhere else. He almost claimed that you had placed him under some Genjutsu. Or maybe even a curse. How else could he explain such a reaction?

Your gaze never stays in a single place for very long. Your eyes are quickly scanning your surroundings and Madara can tell that your mind has begun to work faster. Taking in much more information than you usually do.

Then, your head shoots up and your hand shoots out.

You grab an arrow seemingly out of nowhere before it comes in contact with the tree beside the two of you.

Your eyes lock on a spot far off in the forest as you reel your arms back before sending the arrow flying back in the direction that it happened to come from.

Wow.

Aren’t you just a wonder.

Izuna clearly hasn’t been on the battlefield with you yet. Being able to do something like this is a level of skill Madara hasn’t seen in someone (apart from himself and Hashirama) in a long period of time. And in someone so young.

So this is why the elders praise you so.

Why have they planned for you to one day marry into the Clan.

Madara’s own heart does this strange little dance as he watches you. He quickly pushes it aside, of course. This is not the time to be mooning over some girl like a love-sick boy. No. This is the time to focus on the battle at hand.

Time to complete the task set out for them to accomplish.

Madara follows you towards the direction you threw the arrow in.

There’s a man pinned to a tree by the arrow, just inches away from his neck and tightly to his clothing.

---

“He loved you quite a bit.” You say.

He loved you too, Madara thinks. His brother had never directly said those words before - and always did his best to keep his feelings hidden but Madura did always have an inclination towards his brother’s feelings.

It seems that you might have loved him back. If your red rimmed eyes and softly gifted cloth meant anything.

And perhaps, Madara might love you as well.

He’ll keep you safe. Make sure you never look this down ever again.

Fall in love with someone that you’ve experienced loss with.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden x reader #uchiha madara x reader #100 ways to fall in love

[beoneofus]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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“ do the guys actually enjoy being around me? ”

the four first heard about your unvoiced thoughts during a conversation with star. they had gone out, the vampires doing their nightly feed, while tou stayed back with star and laddie - arriving to the infamous brunette braiding your hair and putting stylish clips in it. they dared to admit that she had skills.

when they first overheard you two talking, it was marko's idea to eavesdrop. of course it was, given the evil little gremlin wanted to hear what kind of gossip you had goin’ on whenever they weren't around. paul had suggested it wasn't a good idea, and dwayne shut it down; stating it was disrespectful to practically spy on their mate. david had gotten annoyed, and it led to a small exchanging of hushed, aggressive words. but that's when they heard the start of the disturbing topic.

marko's ear was caught first by it. although people may think him and paul are the most immature and idiotic, they were mostly wrong. marko tended to keep an eye out for shit, even an ear, it was just in his blood to constantly watch over like a hawk - much like david did. when it came to his partner, his senses and alert was even up more by the dial. you could only imagine how the usual cheshire grin dropped off of his face in the beat of a heart.

“ shut up. ” he'd voice, seriously.

paul would be caught off guard by how sharp his command was. dwayne would stare, his quiet nature once more taking over. and david, of course, would look at him with eyes that dared to repeat what he had said.

for once though, marko was awfully stiff. that's what made david drop his cigarette and stomp it out, before turning. he was no idiot, hence why he was basically the leader of their little pack. so, he listened in - they all did.

what the boys heard wasn't something they expected. I mean, of course it wasn't - no person expects to hear their lover(s) voice how they felt unwanted, and doubted they were good enough or pretty/handsome enough. it really struck them in their unbeating hearts, causing pain to their heartstrings that they didn't think they'd ever feel again.

they agreed, then and there, that'd be the last time you thought that way. more love, care and so on would be poured into your relationship.

with david — it wasn't his strong suit to show much affection. rarely would he voice that he loved you, moreso showed it because saying it was just unknown to him. made him feel awkward, which was never a thing with david. he also tended to only compliment you on your bodily figure and remind you how pretty your face was. but, did those words actually mean anything? apparently not. you were a person that needed more than just the casual flirt and/or reminder.

this is why, he gave you.. space. but in a different sense. he toned down on the sexual phrases, and suggestive affairs. instead, replacing such things with more meaningful gestures. he took the liberty of actually buying you a bouquet of flowers, and leaving it on your bed with a note. it had left you dumbfounded, and guessing to who it was... but after a while it was pretty obvious. the way he bashfully avoided your gaze and wouldn't answer any questions. his eye contact didn't hold for as long as it usually does... it made you smile.

when your birthday rolled around, he made you feel so incredibly special. the cave, decorated to your liking. a nice night walk on the beach. stopping to stare at you in the perfect lighting of the moon, while caressing a gloved palm over your cheek and looking at you with such adortion you've never seen before. It's like it wasn't him, but you knew better. it was definitely him. It was him when he pulled you in for a loving, soft kiss... and it was him who told you he loved so much, oh so breathlessly.

it was delightful. and so was the attention you received from the other boys.

paul made sure to tuck in the little things for you. before, being mostly high off of his ass a majority of the time, he only took the effort to check you out and throw a smirk, and a charge of his tongue your way. meaning a suggestive compliment, one that'd get you going, rather than flattery. you liked it, but the voice in the back of your head still made you feel so little.

so, the blonde vampire did more. he'd kiss your temple when you went to bed, and smooth back your hair so caringly. he'd greet you when you first wake up with the most cheerfulness in his tone. he'd ask you if you felt alright after he began paying more attention to your emotions, if he felt something was off. he'd constantly check in with you about your mental being... and, although you didn't exactly know that, it was still appreciative he even asked.

the little squeezes he'd give to your hands if you were outside, and got spooked by something. the gifting of his famous jacket if you were cold. dashing off to go feed, but then pausing, only to come right back and kiss you lovingly because he forgot - kudos to his appetite. buying random keychains from stands everytime one caught his eye that reminded him of you. picking you up if you sprain your ankle because sometimes you can be rather clumsy. It all meant so much. It was all so... breathtaking.

It made you fall for paul even more.

now, dwayne. gosh, dwayne.

this dark romantic would go out of his way, in the most silent way possible. It'd start off with little things - getting you a drink of your choosing in the morning. kissing your cheek whenever he'd pass you. staring you down until toy notice, just so he can saunter over and give a kiss to the back of your knuckles. but these small things were only because he wanted to drag his love on for you. someone like paul gave it all at once, which was nice, but dwayne... he felt like sprinkles at a time would be what you really need.

the moment he took it to the extremes is when you were left gaping like a fish at him. he took it upon himself to do the unthinkable - for you, anyway.

the boys didn't really see it as a big thing to celebrate anniversaries, or anything of that nature. they were much too old, and shit like that just wasn't their muse. but dwayne was different. he found interest in the little things - romantic things. at heart, he was just the most caring teddy bear.

so when he had whispered in your ear that he had a surprise for you, you were excited, but never thought in a million years he'd take you away from the boardwalk, only to drive up towards the front street to a rusted billboard. the back was nothing fancy, covered in brown and stained a funky orange. but on the other side, when you finally peered around his tall figure, you nearly lost your breath.

“ is that... the lyrics of the song we heard, when we first met? ”

obviously it had taken a minute to click into your brain. you knew what the date was - the date of you two meeting, exactly a year ago. but, once again, the boys aren't one for ceremony arcs. the numbers printed on the bottom of the billboard though told you otherwise - which is shy when you turned to dwayne, tears were pricking in the corners of your eyes.

he'd grab your hips gently, slowly moving in towards you; thighs bumping against your own. your forehead right to his chin, where his oddly warm breath would fan against your skin, only for him to press a chaste kiss. It was lovingly, and so was the look he'd give you. “ don't cry, sweetheart. ”

it was so sweet. and it only made you think what marko had in store.

marko was the one most excited to show you his love for you. this boy... gosh, he adored you to the moon and back. when he first heard what you said, it was like world stopped around him.

you? not being good enough to be around them? that's purely insane.

it all started with rose petals of different colors dramatically scattered outside the entrance to your room. they'd lead down the hall, and throughout the cave, only to stop right in front of the little space he kept a nest at for his pigeons.

nigel, his favorite little birdie, would have a rolled up paper tied around his neck. you'd grin, untied the mini scroll, and read it with heat risen cheeks.

‘ wherever there's a vampire, there's a meal. ’

given that marko was quite the trickster, there's no better way to continue his little surprise without a riddled puzzle. you continued to follow his clues, until it eventually ended with you on the farris wheel. your brows scrunched, you continued to read over the last riddle left... it didn't quite make sense to you.

but once the little minx of a vampire suddenly appeared beside you, the flapping noise of his dingly jacket scrapping behind, it all made sense. he'd chuckle once you'd jump, only to show a sharp, toothy grin.

“ relax. ” he'd show a surrender of raised palms, before slowly lowering them. “ I got something for you. ” he'd playfully raise his brows, before reaching into his jacket... where he pulls out a familiar charm bracelet.

when you two first met, it had suddenly disappeared from your wrist. you thought it had came undone somewhere in the boardwalk, possibly on a ride, but this entire time marko just kept it with him, the little thief.

nonetheless, you were happy to have it back.

“ do you know why I kept it? ” he'd ask, leaning back as your cart finally moved to the top. it slightly swayed, leaving you nervous, but your little vampire was there to securely wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“ no? ” your response came out confused, more of a question. it left marko to chuckle lightly. as he leaned over, helping you secure it around your wrist, a little hum would leave him.

“ it was because I'd always have a little part of you with me, even if we're separated. ”

that seemed to be the icing on the cake that made your heart explode with joy, love and endless happiness.

being pampered constantly seemed pitiful at first, especially for you, someone who struggles with self esteem. but the longer everything dragged on, the more things fell into place. you were just glad you had your four, very handsome, and very caring boyfriends... because they meant the absolute world to you.

and you meant the absolute world to them.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys imagines

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IHNMAIMS Theories

Okay so a lot of people have a problem with the IHNMAIMS game for many reasons, but mostly because Ellen's storyline doesn't make much sense with the others. Nimdok is getting tortured by AM because he was a Nazi, Ted was being tortured because he was a playboy and a liar, Benny let his comrades die, Gorrister possibly sent his wife to an asylum, etc. But Ellen was only sexually abused. That is the furthest thing from her fault, and certainly one of the cruelest things that AM does. So why does AM torture Ellen? I think I have an explaination that might explain things.

First of all, AM isn't torturing the survivors because he wants to teach them a lesson about their past mistakes, because obviously Ellen doesn't have one, at least not one to be tortured over. Plus AM's just not the vigilante type. I think he's doing these things to make them recognise their fears - not face their fears or get over them - but recognise them, to see them, using their own guilt and fear as a weapon. Like that scene from A Clockwork Orange, he's keeping their eyes wide open.

-Nimdok's fear is his heritage, and his shame for his horrific experiments on his own people. He feels guilt not only for the experiments and for throwing his own parents to the Nazis, but that he knows he can never ever atone. His crimes are too great. He's also one of the more obvious cases of AM trying to force them to look at their fears. Nimdok doesn't remember his past, so AM forces his eyes open to see.

-Gorrister's fear is him being at fault for his wife's mental illness, and his guilt over her being put in the asylum. His guilt (and his other tortures from AM) are partly the reason for his attempts at suicide. But of course, AM can't have that, so he punishes Gorrister by, again, forcing him to face his fears.

-Benny's fear and guilt is never knowing if his comrades forgive him, if he is actually a changed man or if he is still an animal inside (and outside, thanks to AM). Benny in the book was gay, before being forced straight by AM. Benny in the game was a soldier who killed his commrades who were seen as weaker, that had shown weakness. The graves themselves say that Brickman is the one that Benny has to apologise to the most. I may have been the only one, but I thought that maybe Brickman could have also been an ex-lover of Benny's, which could have been seen as this supposed 'weakness' of Brickman's. Benny could have been so afraid of being discharged, especially as a drill sergeant, that he killed his lover Brickman so that nobody could have found out. That is why Brickman is seen as more important to apologise to, and why Benny feels that he has to prove himself a changed man even more.

-Ted's fear is his lies being revealed, he's mentioned to be paranoid (though that point was more obvious in the book) which could be due to constantly wondering if he was going to be called out on his behaviour. And his storyline could be reexamined as his fear of if he actually did fall in love with someone, that he wouldn't be able to pretend to be 'knight in shining armour' anymore. I don't believe he was actually in love with Ellen, the book made that part very clear, but because she was the first woman he had actually spent time with, without a mask or an act, that made her even scarier to Ted. Ellen knew who Ted was, without his armour.

-And Ellen. Ellen's story is told in a fantastic way. When we first start her story, she has panic attacks about the colour yellow, she has panic attacks over enclosed spaces. But later on it's revealed that it's not these things on their own that scare her, they're painful reminders of her attacker. It's how after trauma you can only remember certain parts, and not often the full picture. And AM does this to force Ellen to look at her fear full on. Not just yellow, not just small spaces. But of course, if you play the game right, she fights back and gains control of her fear again. But it's clear that Ellen is never 'cured' of these things, she's still scared. But she's probably the least willing to put up with AM bullshit. Her guilt is related to her rape, a lot of people such as myself who have been sexually assaulted/abused do feel guilty, and no matter what people say to assure you, you do often feel like it's your fault, or that your life has ended here, much like how Ellen started slowing down her education after the attack. And due to her being a black woman in the 60s/90s depending on the story, of course she wouldn't exactly feel safe coming forward with anything. This doesn't make AM's torture any less cruel than before, in fact it's probably more so, but it makes more sense than AM punishing Ellen for nothing.

I think it's a really interesting way of looking at it, and it makes a few of their storylines like Benny's, Ted's and especially Ellen's make a bit more sense. If you have any ideas of your own I'd like to hear them!

#i know this is a bit different from my normal post but I just wanted to get this out there #ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #harlan ellison