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cheolhub · 1 year

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eiffel tower — kim mingyu + jeon wonwoo

wc. 1.3k+

warnings. threesome, degradation, praise, throat fucking, eiffel tower position <3, allusions to reader being a masochist, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, slut), snowballing/cum swapping hehe, mean dom!wonu, soft, needy dom!mingyu, needy sub!reader

note. enjoy this v short drabble w/ no plot that i found in my docs while i continue to grind out my other wips! not proofread pls don’t kill me!!! i need them to take me 2 paris. also , ahem @heesbaby

“look at you,” wonwoo grunts, watching himself disappear into your sopping heat. “taking two cocks at the same time,” he feels you clamp around him and he chuckles gruffly. “just like a slut.”

“don’t listen to him princess, you’re doing so well for us,” mingyu moans, gripping your hair tightly and pushing you further down his large length. you moan at the sudden intrusion, feeling so completely and utterly full, and mingyu feels it vibrate his entire body.

you’re not sure how you ended up with your best friend fucking you from behind while your other best friend fucks your throat, but you’re truly not complaining.

“wonwoo, tell h-her she's doing a good job,” mingyu demands weakly and his best friend simply laughs at his desperate state.

you look up at him while continuing to bob your head at his will. with disheveled hair and his eyebrows knit together, mingyu looks fucked and you can’t help but clench tightly around wonwoo at the view.

his grip on your waist tightens, near bruising. “fuck,” he hisses behind you. he snaps his hips harder into you, tip of his cock meeting your cervix. “takin’ me well, sweetheart. slutty little pussy feels like it was made for me.”

mingyu bucks his hips up, a guttural groan erupting in the back of his throat when he feels yours enclose around the tip of his fat cock. “us. made for us.” he spits. “right, baby? pretty pussy and mouth are all for us, yeah?”

you want to reply and mingyu can tell by the way you’re choking on him so he yanks you off by the hair. a string of saliva connects your puffy lips to his cock, but you look into mingyu’s eyes with your teary ones and nod.

you whimper out, voice a bit hoarse and shaky due to both of their unrelenting force and speed. “m-made for both of you.”

wonwoo moans, giving you sharper, deeper thrusts. his hands won’t let up on the bruising grip he has you in. honestly, he’s never felt this close to losing it before and if he had known his best friend's pussy was the world’s finest, he would have offered to fuck you months ago. your cunt has him in some type of trance with the way your gummy walls wrap around him so perfectly.

and mingyu… mingyu has already lost it, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at your words. he doesn’t want to hurt you– though it seems like something you're into– but he’s pushing you back on to his cock where you openly accept him into your throat again. he moans, guiding your head up and down.

you feel so full. so full of cock and it’s so good. too good. it has you clamping your already-tight walls around the man fucking into you from the back and whines vibrating the cock of the disheveled man in front of you.

“fuuuck,” mingyu cries, throwing his head back. “so good, so fucking good. you’re so good for us.” he babbles and you feel him twitch inside your mouth. when you feel his hands push you all the way down, you know what’s about to come. him.

wonwoo pipes up while you splutter around your other friend, “mingyu’s ‘bout to cum, baby, you’ll let him fill up that nice lil throat, yeah?”

all it takes is another loud, vibrating whine and your incessant attempts of trying to swallow around his cock for him to completely let go. he cries and moans out variations of your name while his massive load of cum paints the inside of your throat. he doesn’t pull you off till you cough around him, and when does, you splutter again with cum and spit dribbling out of your mouth.

mingyu is enamored with you, quickly maneuvering himself and gently wrapping his hand around your throat so he can swiftly press his lips against your. when you give him a surprised gasp, he shoves his tongue into your mouth, effectively tasting himself in your mouth.

and wonwoo thinks it’s so hot seeing how needy the two of you are for each other. he thinks it’s hot to see cum and spit sloppily spilling out of your mouths while the two of you engage in a heated kiss. he thinks it’s hot that you’re both loudly moaning into each others messy mouths. he thinks it’s all hot, but he wants your attention now.

“such a needy slut,” he grunts, thrust growing even harder making you sob into mingyu’s mouth.

you part from mingyu, to which he whines, mouth moving down to kiss at your jaw. “wonwoo!” you cry a mantra of his name. “wonwoo, wonwoo–”

“what, baby, is that all you can say? is my name the only thing in that pretty head now?” he asks breathily as he feels he’s on the precipice of an orgasm. “did our cocks fuck you stupid?”

you cry, “yes! wonwoo, ‘m gonna cum– k-keep fucking me!”

he groans loudly, obliging and not letting his speed falter. “not even a please?”

he’d let you cum even if you hadn’t said please– pussy this good deserves good things– but he just wants to hear what it sounds like when you beg. wants to hear that pretty voice beg for his cock, for his cum.

“god! please! please don’t stop, won, ‘m gonna cum–!” you plead before you’re cut off by your own scream, collapsing into mingyu where he continues to worship you with sweet kisses. you explode all over his cock, forcefully soaking him with your arousal. he feels how you’ve tightened around him and he’s feeling close, too. his dick is throbbing and his balls are drawing up while he effortlessly continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

he grunts, “where do you want me to cum, baby?”

“inside,” you pant, words strained.

mingyu groans at your words, feeling himself throb at the thought of filling you up with cum. he’s a bit envious now that he got your mouth instead of your pussy, but wonwoo insisted that he should be first so mingyu’s too-big length is a bit easier to take later. (even though taking wonwoo’s dick impressively stretched and filled you.)

wonwoo slams into you with brute force, nearly sending you forward while his cum sprays your walls and fills you to the brim. he’s moaning and grunting softly, pretty sounds that you wish were a bit louder.

and his cum makes you feel warm, but you whine when he pulls out all of a sudden and his comforting load drips out of you and onto his sheets. you pout at the loss, nuzzling into mingyu.

“did such a good job, princess. you’re our good girl– right, wonwoo?” mingyu says gingerly before looking up at his best friend with a face that screams, ‘tell her or i kill you.’

wonwoo hums, tiredly murmuring out. “yeah, baby, you’re our good girl.” his hands caress your side. “our good girl can take more, though, don’t you think, mingyu?”

mingyu bites his bottom lip, dick hardening at the thought of being able to fuck you. “can you, princess?”

“please, gyu– i can take it… i wanna take your cock now.” you agree, voice soft.

wonwoo rolls his eyes. you’re insatiable.

“and what about me, princess?” he asks almost mockingly. “you just want me to watch?”

you’re quick to blurt out, “n-no! i… i want you to touch me ‘n kiss me ‘n stuff.” you sit up and turn to look at him, pouty lips present.

your words make him chuckle. “and stuff?” he asks with a smile, to which you nod. “hm, okay. how about… you sit between my legs and i’ll play with your tits and pretty little clit while mingyu fucks you? how does that sound, baby?”

your breath hitches and you nod vigorously making both mingyu and the elder groan.

“good, and as for a kiss,” he says, voice lowering as he leans in with a smug smirk. he takes your chin between his fingers and you try to chase his lips but his hands keep you from moving in. “you’ll have to come and get it if you really want one.”

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louloulemons-posts · 6 months

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Could you do a Eddie fic where reader has low iron and is always cold and he like warms her somehow? I have no clue if that made sense sorry 😬

Cold Pumpkins

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 0.9k

Warnings : not proofread, fluff, Eddie is just a doting boyfriend, cutness, petnames.

A/N : thank you so much for the request i decided to make it cute and autumny too. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

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You had always been someone who loved the colder months, but sadly the cold didn’t love you. Icy hands, and a cold nose, along with burning ears and the cooler months were now in full swing.

You and Eddie wanted to make the most of your first Halloween together, decided to go to a Pumpkin patch with a few of your friends : Robin and Steve.

Steve was one of those people who was always in multiple layers, and complained he was freezing still. A thick scarf around his neck and gloves on his hands, of course no hat, couldn’t mess up his hair.

Robin didn’t feel the cold, which made sense, she never stood still, always bouncing around keeping her body nice and toasty.

Eddie didn’t like the cold, he liked Spring time when it wasn’t too cool or too warm, he didn’t feel the cold though. Unlike you, who even in the height of summer felt the cold.

You loved it though, crunching through thick snow, snowball fights, chilly autumn air. You found it to be beautiful.

Walking through the patch, Robin ran ahead, pulling Steve along. You don’t know how Eddie had the job of pushing the wheelbarrow, but here we are.

“Look at this one, it’s so cute!” you smiled, picking up a small pumpkin. Eddie stopped next to you, “It’s very cute, think it’s a little small to carve though babe.”

You poured at him, making the boy let out a sigh, “Fine, fine, put it in. Just make sure you get some proper ones too, okay?” You nodded, pecking his cheek, carrying on in front to catch up with Robin who was attempting to lift a huge pumpkin.

Eddie was in shock, your nose was freezing, how were you okay? You must be sick or something to not feel that, you weren’t whining like Harrington- who actually wasn’t that cold due to the 97 layers he had on.

“Maybe we should head for some hot chocolate,” Eddie called.

“Munson that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Steve said, walking back towards him.

This left you and Robin laughing as you struggled with the huge pumpkin. “Who’s that one for?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Me and Robs! Joint effort,” you smiled, helping the girl lift the orange squash into the wheelbarrow.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said, as it wobbled under the weight of the vegetable. “Sorry Munson,” Robin laughed, walking ahead to catch up with Steve - mainly to tease him.

“You need help?” you asked.

“I got it don’t worry,” he smiled, turning the wheelbarrow around so you could head back towards the cafe at the other end of the vegetable farm.

You went to hold the front of it so you could steer Eddie down the field, taking off your glove so you could hold onto the metal properly.

“Hey!” he said.

“Hm?”

“Put that back on, you’ll get frostbite and loose all your little fingers.” You rolled your eyes, but listened to the boy.

The walk back to the cafe wasn’t that far away, as it had to be accessible to the families who brought their young kids.

The cafe wasn’t too busy, but there were not seats inside. “Me and Robs will find us somewhere to sit,” You said to the boys, the pair nodded. “Okay Munson, hand it over,” Robin said trying to take the wheelbarrow from him.

“Robs, you’ll kill someone,” he said, moving her hands away and motioning to you. “You got it?” he asked. Humming, you nodded your head “I’m strong.”

“Don’t I know it. Cream and marshmallows?”

“Please.”

“Same for me,” Robin spoke.

“Okay, be back in a sec,” he smiled, kissing your head.

“You guys are so cute, it makes me sick.”

“As if you and Vickie are any better!” That made Robin chuckle, as you made your way to a table. “She’s sorry she couldn’t make it, college and all that.”

“I get the feeling. I’m surprised the four of us got to do it. Shame Nancy and Jonathan couldn’t make it either.”

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The boys were back soon enough, Eddie handing you your hot chocolate and slid into the picnic table next to you. Taking a sip you hummed, “Thank you.”

“Course.”

The cold air blew again, making your hair flutter, putting your hot chocolate down you pulled your hat over your ears and snuggled into your scarf trying to hide from the burning sensation.

“I can’t wait for summer,” Steve said, pulling at his own scarf. “It’s October, it’s only just stopped being Summer! You two boys are so whiny,” Robin said.

“Hey I love Halloween and stuff, just Spring time is my favourite,” Eddie held his hands up. “I hope it snows this year,” you said, making Steve groan, “Don’t wish that on us!”

Eddie noticed you rubbing your gloved hands together, trying to get some heat. He placed his own drink down, taking your hands in his, blowing warm air onto them.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mhm just chilly.” Eddie nodded, shrugging his arms out of one of his jackets, he had a hoodie on underneath, along with a thick t-shirt.

He draped it over your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm so you could nuzzle into his chest. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other, held his jacket close. “Better?” he spoke into your hair.

“Much, thanks baby.”

“Of course,” another peck was placed on your head, warm on your chilly skin.

“Robin?” Steve began.

“Don’t even think about it Dingus.”

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lightningidle · 1 year

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A thought about Gerard’s scene in Episode 18, which is: Elody watches the conversation between Gerard and Rapunzel.

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Princess Elody is a tactical motherfucker, so even when these cool young women approach her and say all the right things, things that make sense, she doesn’t fully buy in. Not at face value.

When they talk about princes, it’s somehow both completely flippant and with caustic derision — like these young men were props meant to move the plot along, sole owners of agency in stories that weren’t even titled after them. (Elody wonders about their treatment of the princes as the fairies’ deux es machina, wonders about how easy it is to “kill a lot of princes” as Snow White explains. And by their own logic, how likely is it, really, that the princes are cardboard cutouts if Cinderella is so sure her stepmother, not even royalty, has her own book?)

There’s evidence to the contrary of this in her story specifically, which she has no trouble recounting. There’s no way her prince was meant to pacify her into an idyllic life, because he’s a layabout! He’s unreliable! And sure, he’s charming and fun, yes, he tried to pull her away from the war table, but that wasn’t because of any scheming to get her to stay in line, it was just because he wanted attention. He’s frivolous, he’s not a monster, she says. She’s so passionate in her defense of Gerard’s personhood that she almost misses the shared look of the princesses, the glint in Rapunzel’s eye.

Let us show you, Rapunzel says, what a monster looks like.

The scrying ritual is completed quickly and without fuss. Rapunzel stares into a mirror that ripples like water, and then, on the other side, there he is. More froglike than he’s ever been.

“You’re a prince, friends are probably pretty expendable, right? How many friends have you really had, other than Elody?”

Now hold on, Elody wants to say, that’s goading him. That’s not fair. Cinderella puts a firm hand on her shoulder and shakes her head no, to stay quiet, to wait it out. Elody bites her tongue and waits for Gerard to prove one of them right.

“Your friends seem to really value you as a person. I’m sure it’s a comfort to know that they’re not just sort of putting up with you because you’ll tag along and swing your sword, prove a little bit useful.”

Gerard has snowball fights with his friends. He has friends? He has a dedicated workout buddy? She’s not sure he’s ever been dedicated to anything, except for gossip... or her. Now that she thinks about it, he has always been unquestionably devoted to her, hasn’t he?

“I have seen some titanic feats of strength from my companions the Beast, Cinderella, Snow White. Truly impressive acts of heroism.

I do not think I have seen any of my sisters strain more greatly than the Princess Elody to find something kind to say about you.”

Elody does open her mouth to speak this time, which turns out to be a huge mistake when a writhing mass of knotted hair wraps around the lower half of her face. Not to constrict, only to silence. A pit forms in her stomach at the thought that Rapunzel might not be lying, that in trying to defend Gerard she only condemned the worst of him.

“Yes... I don’t... I don’t doubt that.”

Her heart breaks for the second time.

“But I haven't seen the Princess Elody in a while, and I think it's telling that I'm seeing you in this lake and not her or any of the other princesses. I think you’re... manipulating people, or not telling them the full truth.”

Her eyes dart to the other princesses. Snow White’s expression remains unchanged, though Cinderella’s darkens slightly. When Rapunzel speaks again, it does not escape Elody’s notice that she doesn’t acknowledge what Gerard pointed out; she deflects. Elody is getting angrier, now, tugging at the hair around her jaw, hardly even hearing the next bit until a third voice speaks up, says the Princess Elody cares for you deeply.

“Not quite the same thing.”

“It's not, but seeing as the last thing she saw of me was me running away after I had already done that, I’m grateful that she still cares for me at all.”

The hair gathering around her tenses. Elody was brought here to see that, when Gerard thought nobody else could hear, he would prove himself to be just an agent of the fairies, or an empty vessel, or a selfish monster. What she’s seeing is none of those things. But she’s also not seeing the man she knew as her husband: he’s grown and changed, almost become someone else entirely. She wants to call out to Gerard. She wants to get to know him all over again.

“Gerard,” Rapunzel hisses, “what do you think the odds are that it got into Elody's head that the virtuous thing to do was to fall in love with a cold and slimy frog, and that every kindness she has paid you in your life has been a testament to her charity, rather than anything about you that would bring her joy?”

Elody freezes.

“I don't know that I can answer that.”

“It doesn’t seem very fair to Elody that you can’t.”

“... I agree.”

The image in the mirror of the man who will never be a man again ripples and vanishes. Elody’s hands have fallen away from the hair around her face, which is convenient, as she finds herself suddenly holding a book. The hair recedes, and she doesn’t register what it is Rapunzel is saying to try and placate her, because the book in her hands is a slim volume, bound in her favorite shade of green and embossed in golden ink.

On the front is the title — The Princess Elody.

#neverafter #Dimension 20 #dimension 20 neverafter #gerelody #princess elody #gerard of greenleigh #d20 elody #elody of greenleigh #gerard and elody #d20 neverafter #my art #I GUESS #this is honestly just me trying to cope with that last episode #GERELODY NATION HOW WE FEELING

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Oh thats ok! The prompt doesnt really need a smut bit anyway so here goes: snowballfighting with cregan but after your ice incident (your prev cregan fic) he's worried about you running and slipping on ice. So he doesnt run and just lets you pelt him with snowballs, watching you laugh and have your fun. Cregan has this 'gods i'm so in love with her' look on his face 😂😂😂

Snowball fights and kisses

{Cregan and you take a break from Politics}

Aww, this is really cute!! Please I love him so much I think he would just be the sweetest to his lover!! 💕 {you can read part 1 here!}

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You feel awful watching Cregan go crazy with stress, lord after lord sending ravens in attempts to have an audience with the Lord of Winterfell, and you couldn’t do much instead you just watch as his problems keep building up.

“My dear, let me help— please, I could help with the smaller problems,” you tell him knowing full well he’d turn down your offer, but you ask anyway, you just felt so useless standing around doing nothing.

You watch as he shakes your head, “I am the lady of Winterfell, surely that gives me some authority to help” you tell him, and he puts his quill down looking over at you from where he was sitting motioning for you to come over.

“Yes you do, of course, you do— but as my lady, I don’t want you to make yourself sick with stress,” he says, looking up at you with loving eyes, he takes your hands pressing kisses against your healing palms.

Cregan has always been so caring when it came to you, even when he was first courting you he was nothing but gentle, a side of him you didn’t expect, and he made you feel so needed, the way he was always asking for your suggestions on things.

“Well then, at least take a break just for a little,” you say, his hands resting on your hips as your fingers thread through his hair, and he smiles at the feeling.

His chest blooms with adoration, “What would we do my love?” He asks, with genuine curiosity, he knows you’re always going off on your own little journeys, often causing him heart failure in the process but he endures it, anything to keep you happy.

“It’s a beautiful day outside don’t you think? Let’s go out for a walk— that way you can make sure I don’t slip again” You giggle thinking back at the memory, and he looks up at you with unimpressed eyes.

You watch as stands from his chair, stretching as he does, “I’m glad you find it funny dear” he says with a smile, the type you can’t control, “You almost killed me” he says, as he leans down to tie the lace on your boots.

You look down at him, “Yes, but I made it up to you didn’t I?” You tease, and you watch as a gentle red dust against his cheeks slightly at the memory of you by the fireplace.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, draping one of his furs around your shoulders before you both walk side by side making your way outside, and you both feel great, breathing in the fresh crisp air.

You look around at the sight, taking it in, the pure white blanket of snow that covers the ground, gentle snowflakes that fall from the pewter grey clouds, you notice how they collect in Cregan's hair, a storm was brewing you could feel it.

He watches with a smile as you walk slightly in front of him, looking around at the nature that surrounds you both, he watches attentively as you slip slightly on the icy path, and his chest tightens as you regain your balance.

“Please, be careful love, I don’t want another incident,” he says, a hand against your back as you both continue to walk, enjoying the crunch of the snow underneath your boot.

Cregan watches with confusion as you bend down, “Have your laces come undone?” He asks, your silence only confuses him further, and before he can say anything else a snowball comes flying at him, hitting him straight in the chest.

He chuckles at the boisterous laugh that erupts from you, how your eyes squint with joy as you double over clutching your stomach as you continue to launch snowballs at him.

He would run after you, chase you around the snowy landscape, but he recalls back to your incident, how your knees were bloodied and raw and the way your face contorted with pain as the Maesters applied ointment on the wounds, and he doesn’t want to ever see you in pain again.

So, he stands there trying to evade your attack, as he dodges some of them, enjoying the sound of your beautiful laugh, it’s a sound that he swears to the gods could fix all of his problems.

He watches as you pact the snow into a ball before throwing it at him, how the tiny snowflakes collect against the furs you’re wearing, and how they sit in your hair and he thinks you’re the most enchanting person in all of Westeros, you’ve completely captured his heart and soul.

“I win!” You giggle jogging over to where Cregan stands with a huge smile, ear to ear, and it warms him to see.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders bringing you closer to him, “Yes you do my love” he whispers pressing a loving kiss to the corner of your mouth.

He takes a moment to admire you, your beauty and flaws, you mean so much to him and Cregan knows he’d go to war for you.

“Gods I love you, so much,” he says, and you can’t help the fluttery feeling in your belly as you turn suddenly bashful under his loving gaze.

Your hands rest on either side of his face as you pull him down to you, pressing a meaningful kiss to his lips, his cold nose grazing against your skin, “As do I my love” you whisper, lips brushing against his, and you wonder what people would think if they ever seen this side to the lord of Winterfell.

“Come on, let's get you inside my beautiful wife,” he says guiding you back into the castle and to your shared bedchambers, and he thinks he might take breaks more often, then again, he’d do anything to see that wonderful smile of yours.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 months

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Same love

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Request: Tom Peter Parker x male Kryptonian reader, them reuniting with a kiss in the final battle then fighting together (in the endgame battle)

Peter managed to get the Gauntlet, now Thanos is trying to get it back. Peter is trying to get to Tony, but Thanos is going after Peter. Some of Thanos’ army start to chase Peter. Valkyrie, Carol, and Drax stepped in to fight the enemies then Wanda started to use her magic. Carol grabbed the gauntlet and she helped Peter stand up.

“Are you okay?” Carol asked.

“Yeah, I'm okay. I'm Spiderman” Peter smiled.

“You can call me, Carol,” Carol said.

She starts to help Peter and she uses he powers to fight the enemies. They managed to give the gauntlet to Tony. Then Tony snapped his fingers and everyone watched a portal open. Everyone starts to come out of the portal and Thanos is angry.

You come out of the portal. You don't remember what happened but you see everyone fighting a huge purple guy.

“Peter,” You said to yourself.

You use flight and you start to look for Peter. While looking for him, you used your lasers to kill the enemies.

“Y/n!” Peter yelled.

You see him and you fly towards him. Then he puts his hands on your face and he can't stop smiling.

“You are back! I missed you so much” Peter smiled.

He kissed you on the lips and he hugged you tight. You wrap your arms around him and you are happy to see him.

“I don't remember what happened. What is going on” You said.

“I will tell you later, Y/n. We have to stop the purple guy named Thanos” Peter said.

“Okay,” You said.

You are Kryptonian and you got caught in the snap. Peter is your boyfriend and you always knew that he is Spiderman and wants to be a part of the Avengers. And you know how much Peter cares about Tony Stark.

You help Peter fight the aliens. Drax tries to fight you but Peter tells him that you are the good guy.

“Blades can't hurt me,” You said.

“Next time, we will find out if it's true,” Drax said.

“Ummm, okay?” You said.

You and Drax start to fight alongside killing the enemies. He starts to off then he tells you how strong he is.

“I do have a name,” You said.

“Yes, I know. That's why I call you, laser boy” Drax said.

“It’s Y/n,” You said.

Peter couldn't help to laugh.

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After the battle, you and Peter are alone in his bedroom.

“What do you remember?” Peter asked.

“I just remember waiting for you at the movie theater for our date,” You said.

“Y/n, that happened five years ago. That day, I was in space when it happened” Peter said.

“No, way. What?” You said.

“Okay, Thanos got the gauntlet then he snapped his fingers. You got caught in the snap and half of the world went away. But some people call it the ‘blip’ and yes I was in space with Tony Stark” Peter said.

“This is a lot to process,” You said.

Peter starts to explain what happened and how he went to space. You are still speechless and you have so many questions.

—-—

You and Peter are home and he is being really affectionate with you. You and Peter are on the couch, and instead of watching the movie you and Peter start to kiss each other. He starts to kiss your neck then you start to kiss him on the lips again.

“I’m happy that you are back” Peter smiled.

“Me too. Feels strange that everyone is on a different timeline than me” You said.

“It will take a while to get used to, Y/n. How about we go out and have fun?” Peter said.

“I like that idea” You smiled.

It started to snow while you and Peter, were outside. You and Peter start to play in the snow, then start to throw snowballs at each other.

“You can't use your speed, Y/n” Peter laughed.

“You are just jealous, that I have speed” You laughed.

Peter’s spidey sense went up.

“There’s trouble,” Peter said.

“Alright, let's go,” You said.

You and Peter went into a dark alley. You changed clothes and he did the same. You picked up Peter in a bridal style and used flight to get to the crime scene faster.

“I missed you doing this to me and don't tell anyone,” Peter said.

“I won't tell anyone” You giggle.

Arriving at the crime scene, you let go of Peter. He jumped down and kicked the robber in the chest, then you used your lasers to destroy the wheels on their van. They have guns and you use yourself as a shield to protect Peter. Then Peter used his webs to tie up the robbers and the police arrived.

After that, you and Peter go home. You and Peter moved in together not that long ago.

“Tonight, I'm going to cook for you,” Peter said.

“Making sandwiches for dinner is not cooking,” You said.

“Y/n, I'm still going to cook and you will love it” Peter smirked.

“Okay, I'm ready for dinner,” You said.

You watched Peter start cooking. You did help cut the vegetables and you used your speed, to cut the tomatoes fast.

“Show off,” Peter said.

You just laughed then you watched him grill the chicken. When he finished, you tried the food

“Wow, this is good,” You said.

“See, I just proved you wrong” Peter smiled.

Then he kissed you on the cheek. You and Peter eat together and he tells what else he learned to cook.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #peter parker fluff #marvel x male reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader

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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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part one

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Lance has no idea how powerful he truly is.

Seriously. Completely oblivious. He’s convinced that he’s the only one on the team who’s not powerful — and Keith knows this because those are the words Lance said with his own mouth. He’s so convinced that power is Shiro’s strength, Pidge’s intelligence, Hunk’s wit and compassion, Allura’s regality, and Coran’s wisdom. He’s even completely sure that Keith has power in his speed and initiative.

Somehow, though, the heart of Voltron does not know how he holds everyone in the palm of his hand. He does not see the picture of terror he makes; jaw clenched, brown eyes flashing with determination, back straight and shoulders set, demonic spider at his side, telepathic mice gathered on his head, poisonous, sentient vine wrapped around him — and the spirts of two lions, red and blue, growling in tandem behind him as he swears that no harm will come to the beast by Voltron’s hand.

Lance did not see the fear in the dignitary’s face. He did not notice his team staring at him with wide eyes, leaning far away from him and his own army. He did not see the pure, concentrated power rippling from him in waves.

If Keith’s being totally, completely honest, it’s kind of hot.

But it’s also a pain in the ass. As much as Lance’s greatest strength is in convincing people to listen to him, when he sets stubborn eyes on a task, the Universe herself cannot sway him. Keith has a snowball’s chance in hell of managing either.

“Just try,” Shiro pleads. “Please. Attempt to convince him that, as much as it sucks, killing the damn beast is the easiest way to secure this alliance and move on.”

“Shiro, your braincells are spilling out your ears like loose marbles if you think that I can convince him to even listen to the words I will attempt to say.”

“Holy idiom, there, cowboy,” Pidge teases, and Keith breaks away from the intense stare-down with his brother to stick his tongue out and shoot her the finger.

“That’s a normal idiom. Sorry that you grew up in Michigan where the most interesting insult you ever hear is someone saying please with a little more passive aggression than usual.”

“…Alright. Point to Keith.”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

“Paladins!” Allura snaps, ignoring Hunk’s smartass comment that she is also, actually, a paladin, and as such is included in such snappish remarks and thus has lost a good chunk of ethos. “Focus! Stars, it’s like I have to do everything around here. Keith. Put your big boy pants on.”

Shiro chokes with laughter, desperately trying to pretend it’s really a cough, but it fools no one.

God, those two need to stop hanging out together. Shiro is dragging Allura down to his level. Poor woman.

“Talk to Lance,” she continues. “He only really listens to you.”

Keith looks at her incredulously. “Listens to me — have I missed something? I asked Lance to lead a briefing yesterday and he asked me what deity died and made me king of the jungle. He doesn’t listen to a goddamn word I say.”

Allura raises an eyebrow. “Did he?”

“Did he what?”

“Lead the briefing yesterday?”

Keith deflates. Because, well. “Yeah,” he mutters.

“So you’re just being a pussy, then,” she summarizes – why does Pidge insist on teaching her modern slang and why does she like it so much – and this time Shiro doesn’t even pretend he’s coughing. Hunk and Pidge also lose their shit.

“I resent that,” Keith says haughtily, denying nothing.

“Yeah. Okay. Off you go. Convince him to at least attempt to hear us out.”

Keith sighs, but does as asked, making his way to his and Lance’s rooms. He decides to take a minute and gather his thoughts — see, he’s learning, look at how not-impulsive he’s being — and heads to his room first.

When he gets there, he spends a few meditating beside his bed — he’d rather stick a hot iron through his eye than admit it, but Shiro and Black may be a little, teensy, itty-bitty bit correct about taking time to gather up thoughts and reflect or whatever.

Just as he’s about to get up and knock on Lance’s door, he hears Coran’s heeled boots click down the hallway.

Oh, fuck yes. If Coran talks to Lance, he might actually listen without argument! Lance has no issue following Coran’s instructions!

…On the other hand, Coran’s just as much of a — and Keith says this with all the fondness in his heart, believe him, if he didn’t find it so damn endearing he would not be spending his nights imagining what will happen when he finally grows enough of a pair to ask Lance on a date — tree-hugger as Lance is. He won’t be happy about the beast killing either.

But, hey. Coran’s a wise guy. It’s probably fine.

Just in case, though, he gets up as quietly as he can — he knows Lance’s goddamn bat ears will hear him if his fucking heart beats too loudly — and leans against the door to hear their conversation.

“Lance, dear, I was just coming to find you,” Coran says.

So far, so good. If Coran was already trying to find Lance, it was probably to try and gently convince him that saving the beast might not be the best option, right?

Keith heart sinks a little as a new thought worms into his brain: maybe, Lance isn’t just being stubborn, and he’s actually upset. Maybe Coran is going to make sure Lance is feeling okay, like a good person.

…Yeah. That’s more likely. Keith kind of feels like a jackass.

He startles out of his thoughts as Coran’s voice, notably louder than before, speaks again.

“Well, if you’re really feeling so much better, would you mind helping me recalibrate the fabricator?”

“Absolutely,” Lance says, and he does sound remarkably happier than he did when he stomped out of the bridge.

Huh. Maybe Lance convinced himself…?

As he thinks it, he knows it’s not true. But it might not be best to bring it up now, then. He’s only just gotten into a good mood, it will probably be better to bring it up over dinner, or something, when the good mood has enough time to settle properly.

Keith nods to himself. Yeah. That’s totally not an excuse because he doesn’t want Lance to look at him in complete betrayal again when Keith attempts to convince him that saving the beast is not an option, or anything.

Right.

Totally.

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part three

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Can you please write a Haschwalth x fem reader fic where Haschwalth is tasked with protecting the reader who he dislikes for what he sees as weakness but actually like her.

I love this! <3 (It's the way I kept tying Jushiro's name instead of Jugram's 😭)

The snowflakes slowly float down from the cold sky and you exhale deeply, arms crossed over your chest. The bitter wind nips at your skin and you sniffle.

Jugram's eyes rake over your face, cheeks flustered and the tip of your nose red. He's been tasked with protecting you and making sure you get home safe.

"Are you cold?" Jugram asks and you glance up, meeting his eyes.

"A little," you sigh out. Jugram wastes no time in taking off his heavy cloak and throwing it over your shoulders. His cloak is as white as the snow and it brings warmth to your body.

You snuggle deeper into his cloak, inhaling and your nostrils fill with his scent. It's warm and comforting.

Jugram only does his duty, which is protecting you. He never speaks to you or even glances in your general direction. You're not sure why, you're always kind to Jugram and even bring him gift sometimes.

You're sure he throws the gifts away and views them as meaningless things.

Jugram views you as weak, you can barely defend yourself. Little, do you know that Jugram has kept every single thing you've ever given him.

You stop, glancing down at the pile of your snow that your boots have sunked into it. You kneel down and grab onto a ball of snow, clenching your fist around it.

Jugram is only a few inches away from, continuing to walk ahead and you toss the snowball at him. The snowball thuds onto Jugram's back and he perks his head up, stopping in his tracks.

"H-hey!" Jugram calls out, knitting his eyebrows together and glaring over at you.

"What? A little snow never hurt anyone, Jugram," you shrug your shoulders, laughing loudly. He turns back and scoffs quietly.

"We aren't here to play in the snow, y/n. Now, come along," Jugram demands with a strict voice. You let out a tiny sigh and cock your head to the side.

"No," you retort harshly, compacting another snowball into your hand and tosses it at him. It lands on his back and Jugram inhales sharply, slowly turning around and facing you.

"Y/n," Jugram crosses his arms over his chest, cocking an eyebrow.

"Would it kill you to have a little fun?" you ask, meeting his strong, sharp gaze.

"It just might. Now come on," Jugram marches up to you, hand latching on your wrist. He tries to drag you across the snow, but you stand your ground, digging your boots deeper into the snow.

You tug back away from Jugram's wrist and tumbles backwards. His eyes widen as you start to fall over and he leaps forward. His arms wrap around your back as you fall into the plushy snow.

Jugram lands on top of you, chest pressing against yours and his warm breath fanning over your lips.

"A-are you okay?" Jugram breathes out, his blonde bangs falling down into his pale face. Jugram's heart skips a beat and he clears his throat.

"Why don't you like me, Jugram?" you ask and his stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"What?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows. He wants to not like you so damn bad, when in reality, he's practically in love with you.

"Why don't like me? I've been nothing but nice to you, hell, I even give you gifts. I'm pretty sure you've thrown them all away, which is fine.

"You don't get it, y/n," Jugram shakes his head, a soft expression forming along his face.

"What don't I get, Jugram?!" you scoff out with annoyance. Jugram runs his tongue over his bottom, admiring how pretty you look right now.

The snow flaking onto your face and instantly melting because of your warmth. The tip of your nose, bright red and your lips red and slightly cracked.

Jugram's heart starts to ram against his chest as he feels himself drawn to your lips. It's like an addiction he cannot feed, expect he's giving in this time.

Jugram's hand slides up and grips onto your jaw, tilting your head as he presses his lips to yours. Your eyes widen as you feel his plush, soft lips against yours.

You slowly close your eyes and wrap your lips around his. Jugram leans his hot body against yours as you explore each other's lips. You taste as sweet as Jugram thought.

Jugram slowly pulls away from your lips, eyelids fluttering open and eyes meeting. The two of you breathe heavily, cheeks flustered and words jumbled in your head.

"I really do like you," he breathes out, his nose bumping against yours.

The sides of your lips curl up into a warm, huge smile. "I get it now," you nod your head, your lips tingling from the kiss.

#jugram haschwalth #bleach jugram #jugram x female reader #jugram x reader #bleach jugram fluff #bleachanime #bleach #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x female reader #bleachichigo #bleach anime #fluff

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xoxoavenger · 9 months

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pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: He says, "What you heard is true, but I Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I" I said, "I've been there too a few times"

word count: 2167

warnings: drinking while driving (very mild, only sipping beer), Henderson!sister but it's a stepsister that Ms. Henderson adopted so it's inclusive, mentions of sex, mentions of cheating but they're not official so it's not really cheating

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Steve doesn't like the way he feels during the SnowBall, watching Nancy chaperone as if she didn't break his heart into tiny little pieces. It's all so sickening that he can't take it. So, he drives to the only person he can think of; someone who had been willing before he was dating Nancy and he's hoping still is.

He pulls up to her house quietly, headlights turned off so that her step mom doesn't wake up. He hopes she's still awake, because one look at his watch before he shuts off his car tells him that it's later than he originally thought. He sneaks around the back of the house like a pro, finding her window with ease. His first words to her when he knocks on the window and she lets him in is that she needs to get her own place.

"Oh, because you have your own?" She teases, as if no time has passed and he didn't leave her to date Nancy. He heard she got around after they cut each other out, with people ranging from Eddie Munson to Billy Hargrove. But she smiles at him like he's the only one she's ever seen.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing here?" He prompts, laying on her bed. She's changed the layout of her rom, but otherwise the furniture and decorations are still the same from when they had been together. It puts him at ease. She smirks and lays down beside him as he tries not to stare at her boobs through her thin pajama shirt, as if he'd never seen them bare before.

"What are you doing here, Steve Harrington?" Her smile is alluring as always, and he finds himself smiling at her as well.

"Well," He starts, moving to lay on his back. "I figured we could go on a drive, catch up."

"Why are you here?" She repeats, now curious. Her head is tilted and her eyes sparkling, which can only mean trouble for Steve. She isn't exactly sure why she let him in her room in the first place, considering all her friends would kill her if they found out she talked to him again. "I mean, we haven't talked in, like, a year." She's skeptical, and rightfully so after their twisted history.

"I'll tell you in the car." He entices, standing. She sighs and stands as well, grabbing a sweatshirt and following him out her window and to his car. She's never been able to deny him, and arguing won't do anything except wake her mother up.

"So, Nancy broke your heart." She guesses as they fly down the freeway. The windows are down but the music is soft enough that they can hear each other talk.

"Pretty much." He admits with a nod, looking straight ahead. She sighs and looks in his backseat for the beer she knows he keeps back there. She knows him like the back of his hand, and when she offers one to him he can't help but crack it open, despite driving.

"Heartbreak's a bitch." She tells him, taking a sip and realizing that this is beer he's stolen from his father, which makes her smile slightly. It's rich and still tastes like shit, but she'll drink it if only to take the edge off.

"Like you would know." He scoffs, which leads her to roll her eyes.

"Just because you can't break my heart doesn't mean no one can." She tells him with a fake smile, annoyed that he would even bring that up.

"Okay, then who broke your heart?" He asks smugly. She shakes her head and looks out to the fields decorating each side of the road. "Come on, Y/N. I know some of your darkest secrets and you don't wanna tell me this?"

"What do you know?" She snaps her head toward him in time to see him smirk. It's so easy to kiss that stupid look of his face that she would give in if it weren't for the fact that he was driving.

"I know you lost your virginity to me." She's immediately stiff, ready to be defensive because she knows she never told Steve that.

"I did not!" She lies, but it sounds compelling to her.

"Y/N," He leans his head back and looks at her, and she puts her beer can in the cup holder before crossing her arms. Clearly, she did not sound compelling to Steve. "Come on."

"Are you trying to tell me I was a bad lay?" She frowns, mostly teasing. She knows she's not a bad lay. If she was, Steve wouldn't keep coming back.

"Oh my God." Steve rolls his eyes and stretches his arm as he slows down, turning off the freeway and into a random neighborhood. She's pretty sure they're not even in Hawkins anymore. "Just fishing for complements."

"Who told you?" She asks after a few moments, turning the radio down. It's now muted, and all they can hear is each other's soft breathing and the thrum of the engine as they slowly cruise past houses.

"I can't reveal my sources. That's just wrong." He tells her with a sly smirk.

The truth is, she knows who told Steve. They only have one mutual friend; Nancy Wheeler. She hadn't meant to tell Nancy, she was drunk and hurt. She hadn't known at the time that Nancy had begun dating Steve, which effectively ended their superficial friendship anyway.

"So," She starts, running her tongue over her teeth as she thinks of how to approach a serious topic. "Why did you really pick me up?" She asks, looking over. He stops, in the middle of the street in a random neighborhood, the sole lamp ahead of them illuminating only half his face. Part of it was right in her eye, but she continued to stare at him.

"Same reason as why you let me in," He shrugs, giving her a smile that looked more sad than happy. "I got my heartbroken."

The reason why Steve and Y/N worked was because they were so aesthetically pleasing.

Steve with his dark hair swooped to the side looking effortless, his light freckles and smirk that screams not giving a fuck but somehow personal and swoon worthy. Y/N with her short skirts, bright lipstick and winks that open doors. Her nails were always done, her hair was always perfect, her makeup always flawless. And while it was a lot of work, just like Steve's hair was, she enjoyed it. She liked getting up and pampering herself, having the time to herself to prepare for the day ahead. If she didn't enjoy it, she wouldn't do it, and Steve knew better than anyone that no one could make her do what she didn't want to do.

The only problem was, they'd never been official.

They went out. They made out. They had sex. They didn't plan study dates. They didn't kiss just for fun. They were not actually dating, a hard set boundary that was never fully discussed but still mutually agreed upon.

But that didn't matter. When they were on, everyone knew. And when they were off, everyone definitely knew. They had been in the on phase for awhile the last time, so long that people eventually forgot about their history, which was only a little embarrassing that everyone in Hawkins already knew about her love life.

And then he went and dated Nancy.

That falling out hurt. He didn't even tell her, just stopped calling until she found out from her step-brother Dustin. It was all he could complain about, coming back from Mike's house and having to endure Nancy and Steve.

"Honestly, I think it's better for her. Steve's a dick." She heard Dustin saying on the phone. She waited in the hall, wanting to hear the rest of what the little shit was going to spill about her. "I know she's your sister, dude, but she could probably help Steve. When he's with Y/N, it's like he doesn't give a shit about anyone else. At least now he seems nicer." And while it was cute that Dustin cared, it also made her furious.

Probably because it was true.

She marched over to him, taking the phone out of his hand and slamming it on the hook. He gaped at her, ready to call over his mother, but they both knew he wouldn't. Ms. Henderson was always on Y/N's side, especially after her father died, and Dustin had been talking about her.

"It's not like you guys won't get back together." Dustin scoffs, which makes Y/N narrow her eyes.

"He's with Nancy, and he seems a hell of a lot more interested in her than he ever was with me." She tells him, and he just rolls his eyes.

"You are so blind, God."

"If you're going to pick me up, the least you can do is make sure we don't die." Y/N chuckles, holding onto the side door of Steve's car. He had been staring at Y/N since she stepped in the car, causing him to almost crash multiple times.

"You're doing this on purpose." He tells her. It had been a couple weeks since he had gone through her window, and of course they had fallen back into old habits. He had picked her up almost every night, which alerted Dustin, and then before they knew it the whole town was once more in their business. Except this time, she was called a slut for hooking up with Steve so soon after Nancy. It didn't matter that Steve had come to her, or that Nancy had stolen Steve from her first. People just heard what they wanted to hear.

"Doing what on purpose?" She knows he's talking about the fact that she's wearing the short burgundy skirt, which is coincidentally the same one she wore the first night her and Steve had sex. She knew it would get him riled up, and she wanted to see it, since he was taking her to see a movie.

"You're just angry because I didn't pick your movie." They both know Steve is limited on friends right now, having lost his popular friends and also Nancy's friends, so Y/N agreed to go to the movies with him every once and awhile. Because he insisted on paying, he also insisted on picking the movie.

"Possibly." She tells him with a smirk. He makes a sharp turn, one that does not go in the direction of the drive-in, but she knows where they're going. It's exactly where she wanted to go anyway.

She always gets her way.

They arrive at Steve's empty house, racing in through the garage and upstairs to Steve's room, where he doesn't bother with lights or heating and just grabs her, pulling her mouth to his as he toes off his shoes.

"Hold on," She mutters as he pulls away to take off his jacket and shirt in one go. He doesn't go back to kissing her, but he puts his hands under her own untucked shirt and trails them up her bare back. "We need to talk." She whispers, and he just nods. He should have seen it coming, honestly.

They walk to the bed, Steve reaching over to turn his lamp on before he lays back. He'd rather not be looking at Y/N when she asks, which gives her every answer she needs.

"You know Dustin is my brother, right?" While they don't have the last name nor look alike, they both know that this question is rhetorical. Steve doesn't need to give a nod before she continues. "So what makes you think that you could get away with it?" She expects him to deny it, to tell her that Dustin heard wrong or that he doesn't even know what she's talking about, but they both know where that path leads.

"I didn't think I'd get away with it." He tells her, sitting up. "But I heard about you and Hargrove." Steve sighs, not taking any pleasure in the way her eyes widen and she presses her lips together.

"He doesn't have better hair, by the way." She's not quite sure what to say, both of them caught in the act.

"Does he have a bigger-"

"No," She shoves Steve with a small chuckle, rolling her eyes. "And he's not better, either." She looks up at him through her lashes, silently asking a question he's already going to answer.

"She's nothing compared to you." He mutters as he shifts on the bed, clearly ready to continue their previous activity. He ends up laying back on his pillows with her on his lap, his hands exploring her bare ass under her skirt. "I swear to God, I was worried I was going to say your name." He tells her as she leans in to kiss him. When she grinds her hips down, he tilts his head back while still keeping eye contact.

"Yeah, I've been there too a few times."

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ellievickstar · 11 months

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Winter Wrestles

A/N: As @aroseinvelaris so eloquently put it. I have written something that doesn't bring my readers to tears. Even so, you guys don't mind....right? (Say yes or I kill Az)

Summary: It's finally a snow day in Velaris, with the Illyrians all about to have their annual snowball fight, what if someone planned something ahead?

Request: N/A

Pairing: Azriel x Reader, Feyre x Rhys, Nesta x Cass

Warnings: Just some fluffy shenanigans with the group.

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"He'll never fall for it" You hissed. Cassian grinned from beside me and you debated wether you should just leave and pretend you were never here. With the three Illyrians about to go on their little snowball fight, Cass thought it would be funny to surprise Az with a little...trick.

It was like a regular bucket-on-door prank, but instead of water it was snow. And then after Cass wanted to ambush Az with snowballs while you helped him. At first, it sounded like a good idea, but now you were thinking that maybe you should quit before Az covered you in snow when he figures out that you had something to do with this.

Deciding that you were better off snow-free, you winnowed to the front of the cabin. You weren't going to expose Cass's hiding place, he could do the prank if he wished but you were going to wait in the open so that Az knows for a fact, it wasn't you.

That's when you saw her.

From the slightly ajar door you spied Nesta coming out, however, Cass had dug himself his own grave, he could damn well lie in it. You waved to Nesta and she smiled at you, going to open the door, Az behind her, his eyes trained on you-

BOOM

The bucket fell as a pile of snow hit Nesta. She stood completely still for a moment, the shock not quite settling in, when Cass came out of his hiding place, laughing widely, hands full of snowballs. That was when he saw his mate, her face was red with fury as she glared harshly at Cass, her arms crossed. If looks could kill Cass would be on the menue for the Winter Solstice dinner. Cass seemed to be frozen on the spot, like an animal realising its predator was near-by

"Run!" You hollered and as Cass dropped all his snowballs, he sprinted across the clear fields in front of the cabin, Nesta quickly following suit, determined to make Cass pay. Chuckling, Az came up to you, using one wing to bring you close as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You already knew, didn't you princess?" You nodded and he chuckled again. "It was technically meant for you," You mumbled, "But I decided if I went through with it you'd never let me live it down and also I spent a lot of time braiding my hair, not worth it at all." He grinned down at you again, leaning down and kissing you temple- again. "You're too cute," And to that you smiled.

You watched Cassian run from Nesta, wondering why the brute wasn't thinking of flying considering Nesta seriously lacked wings to catch him. That's when a ball of snow, almost too perfect, went flying threw the air and his Cassian in the face. Cassian howled in false agony and you turned to find a small Nyx with his father cheering.

"Now Nyx very good on the aim, however, that one was a little small, so maybe make it a little bigger. If you can't hold it in your hands use you're magic, trust me it's worth it," Your sharp ears heard Rhys 'whispering' to his son. Shaking your head in disbelief, you felt Azriel let go of you as he went and swept Nyx up, placing him on his shoulders as he grabbed chunks of snowballs, shaping them into two snowballs. Passing one to Nyx, both of them yelled battle cries as two more snowballs were launched towards Cassian who screamed in indignation.

You shook your head as the annual snowball fight finally begun, Nesta huffing as she smoothed her skirt, mumbling about how she'd have her way with Cassian later. Again, you giggled as you joined her arm in arm towards the sweet smell of Feyre's baking that had began to waft out the front door of the cabin.

With any luck, she might need help tasting the baked goods.

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A/N: There it is, very short and very sweet. I thought it would be nice to finally see the inner circle in their natural habitat, the three illyrian males finally kicking up shenanigans after so long.

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adrift-in-thyme · 4 months

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Congrats on the follower milestone!!

Well... I am in a particular mood right now, so is it alright to ask for oot zelink kid? Maybe particularly being a menace because they take after their parents?

Tysm @louwhose !! <33 And thanks for the prompt! It was very fun to write some shamelessly fluffy oot zelink

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Zelda breathes in deep. The chilly air nips at her face and brings tears to her eyes. It is pleasant though, beautiful. She is not usually one for icy days when the mere act of stepping outside cuts her to the bone. But it is so very nice to escape the castle, even if just for a moment. And it certainly helps that the company is decidedly pleasant.

She turns to look at her husband, his angular face silhouetted against the gray of sky. He looks down at her, a smile on his face. It is a blessing to see it. A smile from him is such a precious thing.

“You always look beautiful,” he murmurs, squeezing her hand, “but I think you are even more so in the snow.”

Zelda smiles as they come to a stop, facing one another amidst the snow-kissed shrubbery and trees. It is where they first met, so very long ago, where she had handed him the ocarina of time before he journeyed off to Termina.

She supposes if she is thankful to the goddesses for anything, it is that they always come back here. They always come back to each other.

“And you, dear Link, are as handsome as ever.”

Link chuckles and she laughs along with him. Such flowery words are seldom their true way of expressing their love. No, that is communicated through soft embraces and soothing words, through expressions of loyalty and utter trust.

Love must run deeper than beauty and compliments alone. Especially for people like them.

Link leans forward, resting his forehead against hers. Their shared breaths are smoke clouds in the chilled air.

“It’s lovely to be out of the castle,” Zelda whispers. “Alone.”

“Indeed.” His voice is hardly above a murmur, as though he is afraid of disturbing this tender moment. “It has been far too long.”

He is right, of course. It has been far too long. Between getting married — small and discreet though the ceremony had been — and ruling Hyrule together, trying to make it the kingdom they both want it to be, there has been little time these past years for the bonding moments they enjoyed in their youth.

And then there is the small matter of a certain gift they were blessed with such a short while ago. It had been seven years now, yet Zelda feels it was only yesterday.

As though reading her very thoughts, a familiar giggle sounds from the bushes.

“Mother and Father are going to smooch,” comes a voice she knows all too well.

Zelda pulls back slightly, suppressing a sigh.

“Saria, what have we told you about eavesdropping?”

A little blonde head protrudes from the branches, Link’s green cap situated crookedly upon it. A smile with mischief to match her father’s lifts small lips.

“To not to.”

“Indeed. And why is that?”

Saria steps from her place of concealment, still looking decidedly unapologetic.

“Because if you wanted me to hear it, you’d say it to me directly.” She huffs a sigh. “But Mother, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop! I just wanted to show you these deku nuts I found! Didn’t you and Father use these when you were fighting that big bad man?”

Zelda and Link exchange glances. Link releases her hand and squats down, reaching for one of the deku nuts.

“Mother and I did use these while fighting the big bad man. In fact, I dealt the killing blow with one of these. You must be very careful with them.”

Saria’s eyes grow wide, lips forming an oh. Zelda stifles a laugh behind her hand. Link winks at her before scooping up a handful of snow. Carefully, he forms a ball with it.

“This, however, this is a less dangerous weapon, though a weapon nonetheless.” He gently pries Saria’s fingers apart and places the snowball within it. “Wield it with care.”

There is a beat in which Saria studies him, a slight frown on her face. Then, she hefts the snowball more firmly in hand…and sends it flying into Link’s face. Link falls back, spluttering.

“Saria!” Zelda exclaims, completely failing to hold back her laughter now. But the only reply she gains are the mischievous giggles of the girl as she streaks in between the trees. Swift retribution is certain and she is all too aware of that fact.

Link gets to his feet with Zelda’s help. He runs a hand across his eyes, wiping wet slush from them. He is grinning, however, when he looks at his wife.

“That is your daughter.”

She smirks. “I believe that is your daughter. Or am I wrongly remembering how you were an infamous prankster in your younger years?”

He inclines his head. “Touche.”

And then he is off with a cry of warning, racing after their young daughter, braid already becoming undone by the wind. Zelda watches, chuckling as they trade blows, hurling projectiles from behind trees and shrubbery. Link bides his time well enough, careful to let Saria believe that she has an advantage before he makes his move. Just as she reels back to throw a snowball, he ducks out of sight. And while she searches the garden with narrowed eyes, he tiptoes up from behind.

The squeal she makes when he scoops her up into his arms echoes across the space. Quickly, it dissolves into giggles.

“Behold!” Link cries as he carries her like a sack of grain back to where Zelda stands. “I’ve snagged the intruder!”

“Ah, so you have.” Saria grins at Zelda and Zelda grins back. “Though, it seems you have let your guard down where others are concerned.”

Link’s eyes widen for a split second before Zelda’s own missile hits him in the chest. He stumbles, loses his balance and falls into a heap of snow. Saria wriggles free, laughing, her hair flying in tousled wisps about her head.

“I won, Father! I won!”

He sits up, gazing at Zelda with a look that wails “you too my dearest?” But he is laughing too when he tackles Saria back into the snow.

“Not yet, you haven’t!” He cries over the sounds of her continued laughter.

Zelda gazes down at them, smiling. Warmth has blossomed within her at the sight of this, this happy family she never allowed herself to believe she could have. Then, a booted foot catches her feet out from beneath her and she joins them in the icy stuff, thoughts shattering like the crystals upon the window panes.

But as she laughs and presses a kiss to Link’s nose, as Saria squeals and hides her eyes…she thinks – not for the first time – that she wouldn’t trade this for the world.

#trin writes #loz #oot #oot zelink #zelink #lou my beloved #follower celebration #ficlet #fluff

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elrielmoments · 1 month

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A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how Azriel repeated the term “A thing of secret, lovely beauty” and how it really off that it’s said two times. Once being the only time it matters, which was referring to Elain. And the second time it was said when he found himself at the library in front of Clotho.

I think I have an idea. I realized how easy it is to see. I’m also happy I’m not the only one who found how unbelievably off it is that it was said twice.

First, lets take a deep dive into the definition of what a Lighsinger is.

A Lightsinger by definition is a kind of faerie said to inhabit the Bog of Oorid who kill both mortals and other faeries. They are ethereal beings who will lure their prey to them by song. They appear as friendly faces when their prey is lost. Only when their prey were in their arms would their true faces emerge. They are not fair and the horror of it was the last thing the prey see’s before they are drowned in the Bog. Unlike other races, Lightsinger’s kill only for sport, not food.

As all of us know, there is a theory which has A TON of evidence all throughout Acosf to back it up that Gwyn is a Lightsinger. That doesn’t necessarily mean that she is evil, per se. She may not even know that she is luring people and spreading unfortunate magic via her singing. Both Nesta and Azriel reacted to her power very similarly. It is even worded in a similar way.

Now, let me bring you back to what happened in the bonus chapter regarding when Azriel’s shadows reacted to her power and then when he found himself in the library.

“How was the party?” Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadow’s darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like he heard some silent music.””

The wording in this passage of “dance” and “silent music” is interesting. One of his shadows DANCED with her breath. What is something that goes along with dancing? Music or song. You dance to music. The shadow DANCED with her BREATH. What do you do that has to do with music or song that involves your mouth and breath? Sing. “Silent music.” The silent music and breath go hand in hand. Her breath carried the silent music. One of Azriel’s shadows heard silent music when it DANCED with Gwyn’s BREATH. It’s as if her voice that carried the silent music LURED one of his shadows.

“Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer.”

As Azriel is entering the stairwell to the library, he hears a faint, beautiful SINGING. Again, singing is involved. It seemed to be FOLLOWING him. Then, his shadow’s sing in answer to the MUSIC being heard. His shadows, again, react to power. As if the shadows themselves are being LURED.

“Spent the rest of his day, even the blasted snowball fight, with every intention of returning it (the necklace) to the shop in the Palace of Thread and Jewels. But when he returned from the cabin in the mountains, he didn’t go to the market square. Instead, he found himself at the library beneath the House of Wind, standing before Clotho as the clock chimed seven in the evening.”

Azriel FOUND himself in the library when he had EVERY INTENTION to go return the necklace at the Palace of Thread and Jewels. Why is that?

Also, he finds himself there at seven o’clock. Which is the same time all the Priestesses SING.

Interesting.

Let’s go back to part of the Lightsinger definition for a moment.

Lightsinger: “Ethereal beings who will lure their prey to them by song.” BY SONG.

Let’s now look at one of the reactions Nesta had towards Gwyn’s singing.

“With her eyes closed, only the music mattered — the song, the voices, the harp. It wrapped around her, as if she’d been dropped into a bottomless pool of sound. Gwyn’s voice rose again, holding such a high note it was like a ray of pure light, piercing and summoning.”

Like a RAY OF PURE LIGHT. SUMMONING.

Lightsinger: “Ethereal beings who will lure their prey to them by song.” LURE. SUMMONING.

Now, why was “A thing of secret, lovely beauty” a sentence that was said twice by Azriel?

The luring effect brings out positive emotions. That’s how people get lured. Who is a constant positive in Azriel’s life? Who made Azriel laugh harder than he ever has before? Who brings Azriel happiness and contentment? Who does Azriel have feelings for? Elain.

“A thing of secret, lovely beauty” goes back to his thoughts on Elain. It’s literally an echo of how he feels about Elain. Lightsingers use happy feelings and connotations to lure.

#elriel #pro elriel #elriel supremacy #elriel endgame #azriel #elain archeron #azriel and elain #anti gwyn #anti gwynriel #acosf

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raayllum · 9 months

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Anyway, I want to talk about this exchange between mostly Viren and a little Aaravos, and how I think it'll pertain to Callum and Rayla's dynamic going forward, since as most of the people following me probably already know, Viren-Aaravos Callum-Rayla is one of the most consistent four-way foil dynamics in the show. Where Aaravos pushes Viren further down that dark path, yet eventually is the reason Viren breaks away entirely (thanks to his fever dreams because Aaravos made him do dark magic in 4x09), while Rayla is already consistently trying to get Callum off of it, yet has inadvertently pushed him further down it in a few ways in S4 and S5. Quote about Rayla from TDP's head writer here.

With all that initial stuff out of the way, let's talk about it.

The first is that when the possession plot line comes back around Rayla will be called to make a Sacrifice, just as Viren was, but instead of being an innocent creature he has no attachment (which is the moral test Viren needed), Rayla's tendency to sacrifice whatever is personally important to her for the good of the world will be in direct opposition with well, not wanting to sacrifice Callum by any means necessary. And she, like Viren, will refuse.

And so will, I think, Callum, at least in a way. Let me explain.

By far the most interesting, indicative, and arguably important word in the exchange is "because," i.e. "I find myself here at these horrifying crossroads because I have followed a dark path." He's had to make this awful, difficult, horrible choices because of his prior choices; they all snowballed. They all became a slippery slope (as Sarai would say). He wasn't just randomly dropped into it. As his younger self says in his dreams, "Every step is a choice."

And now Callum has opened the door of dark magic back up again, and thereby left himself more vulnerable (presumably) to being possessed again in the future. A consequence because he did dark magic, and because he has a darker side (and potential darker path ahead of him). It makes me think more and more that Rayla is going to get stabbed / seriously injured when he's possessed again, and that will be what forces Callum to another crossroads: her death with Aaravos remaining trapped, or saving her life but setting his enemy free. A sacrifice he's willing to make and a sacrifice he's not.

This is furthered by the idea running throughout Callum and Rayla's dynamic of "They might save you or they might kill you" "Exactly, just like me" (book one novelization) where Rayla will save Callum because she refuses to kill him. But, given the way their dynamic is now interwoven with Aaravos and Rayla's own parallels to Aaravos, if Callum isn't going to kill him, yet, either... Then doesn't he kinda have to save him? (More of a reach, I know, but listen with the salvation and destruction theme the exchange makes more sense I swear).

And either way, Aaravos doesn't have to make the choice for him; Callum will play right into his hands anyway.

#i'll be your slaughterhouse #rayllum #5x09 #predictions #s6 speculation #i need you to kill me #subset: salvation and destruction #analysis series #analysis #parallels #tdp #the dragon prince #cube hostage exchange theory #adjacently #devil and the lovers #'i've connected the dots' 'you didn't connect shit' 'i've connected them'

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Just having some thoughts about Big Sis Reader for Tmnt 2012.

Something I feel isn't talked about enough, (And I'm also guilty of this), is the sentiment Splinter would feel raising you. He lost his own daughter to the Shredder, and to have you enter his life is like a blessing and a curse.

Notice how protective he was with the boys? For you that would be multiplied by, like, ten. Alot of the time he would end up chiding himself for how closly he assosiates you with Miwa. He knows you aren't her, but, sometimes he can't help but compare raising you to what could have been.

Eventuall it will catch up with him too. Maybe it will all start with a minor dissagreement that will snowball into a full-fludged arguement.

Something like this probably.

"No, you must stay here, (Name). To face the Shredder is much too dangerous."

You turn to face your father confused, your hand still resting on the turnstile, "But, Otou-Sama, the boys need my help! I have to-"

"I said no! You will stay here!" Splinter's tail flicked behind him in an agitated manner, and you flinched as he raised his voice.

He had never shouted like that before. Of course he's shouted, but something was different this time. He sounded... scared.

You faced him fully, scowling as you clentched your fist, "And why, pray tell, must I leave my Kyoudai to fend for themselves against one of the most dangerous people on Earth? Why are you leaving your sons to die?"

Splinter narrowed his eyes at you, "(Name), you know nothing of the Shredder, I do. If you go, you'll-"

"If I stay the boys will be killed! I'm leaving Otou. I refuse to let my little brothers face this alone!" With that you spun around on your heels, jumping the turnstile as you began your way out of the Lair.

"I need to keep you safe, Miwa!"

You stopped. Silence filled the space as you processed the desperate shout from your father.

You faced him timidly, whispering softly, "What?"

Splinter looked horrified, his shoulders were tense and his knuckles were white, "I-" you watches as his knees wobbled and he collapsed to the ground, catching himself on his hands.

You rushed to his side, resting your hand gently on his back, "Oh, papa..." he pulled you in for a hug, and you pretended not to notice his tears hitting your back.

Who knows, maybe I'll write a full oneshot about it. Splinter lost his first daughter, so you expect me to believe he wouldn't be terrified of losing his second? Really? We see that he scared to lose his family all over again all the time, I dunno, just rambling here so ignore me-

#normie rambles #tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #big sister reader #tmnt 2012 #normie writes

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heyidkyay · 1 year

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Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Part two

Here's part two! This took a while so I hope it's alright, thank you for all the love on the previous post btw, means a lot<;33

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

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The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. The aisle had been lined with warm fairy lights and pink coloured rose petals. The sun had shone through the stain glass windows, reflecting faint coloured rainbows across the stone walls which surrounded us, and the room had been filled with so many smiling faces, as well as a few too many light sniffles that echoed throughout the large space.

It had all been ever so perfect.

But still, as lovely as it had all appeared, and as incredibly beautiful as my little sister had looked stood up on that alter beside her husband- something which still seemed so insane- I had to try and stop my eyes from drifting back over towards the curly haired man who was sat grinning beside me.

Matty had been incredible during it all. He’d smiled. Laughed at the vows shared. Hooted and bellowed when Adam had all but bawled. But what had been most memorable, was the fact that he’d not stopped touching me throughout. A hand to the knee here, the intertwining of fingers there. He’d kept his arm draped over my shoulders as we’d all waited for the ceremony to commence, talking animatedly to those gathered around us, more than happy to entertain.

It all seemed to have passed me by in a funny sort of haze, and I wasn't even given the time to mull over my many scattered thoughts either as the ceremony wrapped up fairly quickly and we were all led out of the chapel and into a large courtyard which waited behind the building. Where a large white tent stood filled with an ensemble of chairs and tables, a fully stocked bar, a photo booth made to entertain, a DJ as well as a band, and a very impressive dance floor.

Everyone seemed to be sharing the same idea as I watched most of the crowd venture straight on over to where a bartender was stood manning the bar.

I laughed quietly under my breath as a few of my braver, much younger, cousins attempted to score themselves a couple of drinks. And laughed a little harder when I caught sight of my nana scolding them all for it.

“What’s got you all giggly?” Matty asked from beside me, he had his arm wrapped around my waist again as he leant in close to whisper in my ear. I could feel his smile against the shell of my ear and allowed myself to shuffle closer.

“That.” I replied as I jerked my chin over to where my pops was now handing my cousin, the eldest of the lot, a tray of snowballs with a knowing wink.

“Ah,” Matty hummed with a light chuckle of his own, somehow cuddling me in further to his side. I wondered briefly if he was even aware of it. “A man who wants to be remembered. What a hero.”

I shook my head slightly in amusement. “She’ll kill him for it.” I told him, motioning to where my nana was still somehow none the wiser.

“Nah,” Matty countered, grinning. “How much are you willing to bet that its her handing out the drinks come the end of the night?”

I snorted as I lightly checked my hip against his own. “Don’t, you forget that this is your first rodeo, Healy. I know that woman better than most.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that, darling.”

We seemed to lull into a bout of silence then, not the awkward uneasy kind, but the type that just settled when you felt comfortable with another person. We just stood there, wrapped up in one another, watching the rest of the partygoers unwind. That was until my sister and Adam wandered in through the entrance, garnering an extreme round of applause. Matty and I whopped the loudest, cheering for the happy couple unapologetically, which garnered a few odd looks our way.

“That was proper nice,” Matty commented as my sister and his best mate made their way through the crowd of congratulations, thanking them all for coming. “The ceremony.”

I hummed my agreement. “Beautiful. If anyone deserves it…”

“It’s them.” Matty finished for me.

I turned to peer up at him then and found him already looking down at me, we shared a soft smile.

“You still up for all this then?” He proceeded to ask, “Having to lug me around for the rest of the night, introducing me to your family as your knight in shining armour.”

The question was sincere, but it forced me to remember that this was all just a big old lie. I scanned Matty’s face and found myself having to muster up a smile. I nodded as I swallowed.

“‘Course, can’t pass up an opportunity such as this, can I? Calling you my boyfriend for the night.” I teased him lightly before I let my attention drift back towards the rest of the party.

“Is that what we’re going with then?” I could practically hear Matty’s smirk, “Boyfriend, yeah?”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when I turned back to face him. “If that’s alright with you, Healy.”

Matty made a low hum, giving me another once over, something I’d caught him at more times than I cared to acknowledge at this rate.

“More than alright with me, darling. But you'd best get ready then.”

My brow furrowed slightly, but before I could question it, Matty was tugging me back into his side.

“Y/n, lovely! How are you? Don’t you just look so gorgeous!” A woman’s voice then called above the noise. My head followed in its direction and I watched as one of my aunts zeroed in on us.

She pressed a kiss to my cheek as I greeted her, and I saw the way her eyes lightened as she took in the man who now practically blanketed me. Matty merely grinned.

“Oh, wow. So the rumours are true then! You’ve bagged yourself quite the looker there, y/n/n.” My aunt Effie cooed, and my eyes widened in embarrassment as they surveyed the rest of the room. Rumours? Were people actually so invested in my dating life?

Before I could even question her, aunt Effie was waylaying the conversation. “You’ve created quite the stir, you know.” She told Matty with a sly smile. Who in turn, quirked an intrigued brow.

“That so?”

Aunt Effie pursed her lips in attempt to hide the smile her eyes gave away. “Would seem so, love. Lots of talk.”

I tried not to show my bewilderment and stepped in before Matty could utter his reply, wanting to steer clear of the topic. “Auntie Ef I don’t think I’ve seen you since last Easter. You know, I’m still a bit miffed about missing out on your famous roast potatoes the other weekend- was all caught up with work.”

The woman seemed to brighten at that as she waved me off. “No worries there, sweetheart. You know you’re always welcome down ours anytime.” She assured me, before her eyes then caught Matty’s, “You too, pet! I’m sure everyone would be more than happy to make room for the new man in our y/n’s life. Pull off quite the sponge cake when prompted to, if I do say so myself.”

To my surprise, Matty was in no way overwhelmed by my aunt’s lack of filter. No, he seemed to be basking in all of this, leaning in close and squeezing my waist as he smiled. We must have made the picture perfect couple.

“Actually heard a lot about your baking skills, Effie. Y/n’s mentioned that honey glazed cake of yours more than a few times, so I’ll definitely be popping in. Has my mouth watering every time she talks about it.” Matty complimented smoothly, and as though it wasn’t already obvious enough, I could see just how easily my aunt was falling for his captivating charm.

Not that I could blame her, much.

To be honest, I couldn’t quite believe that Matty had even remembered that little tidbit of information I’d fed him all those weeks ago. It was when I’d felt a little disheartened about missing out on my uncle’s birthday meal. It made me wonder what else Matty might’ve been hiding as I continued to let him make quite the impression on my aunt.

The three of us continued to chat away for a little while longer, Matty letting it slip about the few bakeries he’d visited whilst in Europe that summer, having my aunt practically eating out of the palm of his hand as she desperately wanted to know more about the man and his many adventures. I hadn’t the heart to deny her either.

We hadn’t spoken much about his travels before now in all truth. Matty had mentioned a few things here and there in simple passing, but never in actual detail. I hadn’t realised he was so cultured. He had stories about being in Japan, road tripping it through Texas, and even staying in Australia.

I just stood and listened, unable to wipe the smile off of my face as a couple more family members and friends of mine walked over to give their hello’s, stopping once they too had been drawn into Matty’s inciting demeanour.

When I had finally managed to drag him away from his many adoring ‘fans’, I almost wished I hadn’t, because that was when we fell into Jamie’s line of sight.

“Oh God.” I mumbled and watched my cousin call out for me, parting through the crowd with an unfathomable ease as he made his way over with his date Katie trailing just behind.

“I saw the swarm the two of you created over there and decided to try and catch you before your mum inevitably found her way over.” Jamie chuckled to me, giving me a side hug before he pulled away to angle himself more towards Matty, who was watching the interaction. “Alright, mate? I’m Jamie, by the way. Y/n’s cousin.”

Matty introduced himself with a tilt of his head and let my cousin shake his hand with an amused sort of smile. “Matty. Good to meet you, man.”

“You too. Was surprised to hear that our kid here had managed to bag herself an actual date to this thing. Was beginning to get concerned, you know?” Jamie said with a mocking sense of false concern before he grinned, “I reckon she seems like the crazy cat lady type, don’t you?”

Matty snorted out a laugh, but as I scowled he simply pressed a kiss to the top of my head. Something which had my cousin smiling, and my head reeling. It was a first.

“A bit, yeah.” Matty agreed with him, completely unaware of my dwindling mind as he conversed freely with my cousin. “Now that you mention it- weren’t you just talking about getting a cat?”

That dragged me right back.

“Fuck off the pair of yous.” I glared, shoving Matty away as I did but not making the effort to do so again when he just reattached himself. “I said I might! Besides, cats are superior, they don’t need half as much attention as dogs do. I can’t deal with having to walk a dog twice a day and tossing a ball back and forth in the freezing cold.”

The rest of them simply laughed at me and so I rolled my eyes.

“Dogs aren’t that much effort, darling.” Matty insisted, and Jamie was quick to nod along with him. The traitor.

“They honestly aren’t, cuz- just feed, walk and pet them and you’ll have a mate for life.”

I shook my head, but couldn't not smile lightly at the thought of them getting along. “Ganging up on me already, are we, Jim?”

Jamie gave me a proud sort of grin. “Missed having someone to put you in your place, y/n/n. Your head tends to grow twice its size otherwise.”

I stuck two fingers up at him, and the four of us started laughing uncontrollably when an older gent passing by tutted at me. Matty made a face, copying my action so that he could raise it towards the man’s departing back. “Oh, sod off, you old muppet.”

The gent glanced back over his shoulder at that, his bleary eyes wide as he looked down his nose at us. He stalked off with a scowl.

“Mardy fucker.” Jamie snickered, all too pleased with what had went down. Always looking for a bit of drama, my family.

“Ah, leave him be, J.” My cousin’s date, Katie, tittered as she wiped at the front of Jamie’s suit jacket, smiling up at him. “There’s always one, isn’t there?”

I watched them, content with the expression that crossed Jamie’s face when he looked down at the girl. He hadn’t been seeing her very long, if I recalled, but I could see just how smitten he was with her already.

“Always one.” Jamie parroted back to her and wound an arm around her waist. He seemed to remember himself then as he looked between the three of us, a nervous look on his face. “Oh, shit! I’m sorry, babe, completely forgot to introduce you lot. Y/n, Matty, this is my date, Katie. Katie, this is my cousin, y/n.”

I shook my head, amused by his antics as I smiled softly at the blonde on my cousin’s arm. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jim has mentioned you a few times now.”

Katie appeared happy with finding that out and I chuckled at Jamie who was giving me a dirty look from over top her head.

“What? You have! 'She’s well lovely, y/n.' 'Proper fit.' 'Do you reckon she’d be up for going iceskating with me and the lads?' 'What about Christmas, should I invite her ‘round mums, think she'd like that?'” I poked fun, dredging up all the things he’d said during a couple of our phone calls.

“You’re a right cow, you know that?” Jamie glowered but it was only in good fun, I could already see the smile that was now tugging at his lips. He nodded towards Matty, “Best escape whilst you still can, mate. Before she traps you too.”

Matty, who had seemed to be enjoying the ribbing, smirked when he pulled me back against his chest, his arms hanging over my shoulders as he swayed us slightly. “Ah, I reckon I wouldn’t mind it all that much. We could get up to all kinds of fun.”

I laughed loudly at Jamie’s immediate grimace. “Come on, man, that’s my cousin.”

“Leave them be.” Katie scolded him, swatting at her date's chest lightly. “They’re so cute together.”

“A woman with good taste.” Matty said as he laced his fingers through mine. I couldn’t not stare down at our entangled hands, my heartbeat quickened. “How’d you end up with this one here then?” He added teasingly, nodding over at my cousin.

“You’re a cheeky fucker.” Jamie snorted, his head shaking as he pointed a finger towards the two of us. “Can see why y/n likes you now.”

“What can I say, mate?” Matty shrugged nonchalantly, glancing down at me. “Hard to resist, me.”

I rolled my eyes and shared a knowing look with Katie. “Yeah, yeah. Pipe down, macho man. Your ego’s inflating again.”

“Not the only thing.” Matty murmured into my ear, and he dragged himself away before I could land an elbow to the stomach.

“Oh God, there’s mum again.” Jamie said suddenly, he turned away from the woman he’d just spotted off to the side and towards Katie, taking her hand in his. “Come on, I need another drink before she starts up again.”

“What, Jamie? Where did you say your mum was?” I asked loudly, knowing exactly what I was doing as I pushed myself up onto the balls of my feet- which was a slight struggle in heels, let me tell you- to see if the woman really was headed our way.

Jamie instantly forced me back down, ducking as he did behind a bloke who was waddling by.

“Oi, you know what she’s like! Only just managed to avoid her proposing to Kate on my behalf when we were leaving the chapel earlier!” Jamie scorned me in a whispered-yell.

“Sue!” I baited again, even louder this time, and cackled at the look of alarm that crossed my cousin’s face. I saw the woman in question peer around for the caller and dropped back down to avoid suspicion.

“You’re a prick.” Jamie mouthed to me as he dragged Katie away, still using the poor man from earlier as a shield.

“You love me!” I called after him, very pleased with myself.

“You’re a right little shit stirrer.” Matty laughed from beside me and I glanced back at him, mouth twisted to hide my delight.

“Don’t know what you mean.” I said as casually as I could, letting my gaze travel around the room.

Matty released an airy laugh through his nose at that. And when I couldn’t stop myself from looking back at him again, I found him wearing a lopsided smile.

“That Jamie then?" Matty acknowledged, his fingers finding mine as he looked out at the couple who were now stood by the bar, Jamie hunched over it slightly. I chuckled. “Seems like a nice enough guy. A lot like how you made him seem.”

“Oh yeah?”

Matty hummed, his thumb trailing a pattern across the back of my right hand. “Yeah, reckon so.”

“Jim’s the best.” I smiled, desperate to think about anything other than the way he was holding me. “We were always dead close growing up, one of my best friends really. He’s stuck with me through a lot and I honestly don’t know if there’s anything I wouldn’t do for him.”

“Seems like he feels the same.” Matty commented, and I glanced up to meet his stare. “Good to have people like that around you.”

“Do you have people like that?”

Matty smiled, a genuine thing that reached his eyes and revealed his teeth. “Yeah.” He chuckled and I watched as his gaze skirted over to where Adam was now stood with his mate, George, and another lad. “That’s them. My guys. The three towering giants over there.”

“Really?” I found myself saying, turning slightly in his grasp to watch the trio. The closest two seemed to be goading the groom, laughing amongst themselves as they messed about, whilst Adam just swore back at them, unable to help his own amusement. Even from this far across the room I could make out the obscenities he was spouting.

I leant further into Matty then, the two of us just watching the trio, which meant he must have felt the moment I tensed.

Because making her way across the dance floor in a large white wedding dress was my sister, and she had a familiar dark haired woman following right behind her.

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath.

Matty frowned down at me. “What’s happened?”

As subtly as I could I pivoted my body, using Matty’s bicep to rest my cheek against in an attempt to shield my mouth from view. “I’m just going to warn you now, my mum and sister are headed this way.”

But their speedy arrival didn’t give Matty, nor me, the chance to prepare ourselves. And so I gave Matty’s waist a light pinch in hopes to encourage him just as I felt a tap to my right shoulder.

“Ahem, hands to yourselves, please! The bride has arrived.” My sister declared as she curtsied dramatically, a mad beaming grin on her face.

I giggled with her as she pulled me into an overdue hug, “What are you like?”

She merely winked at me before she turned towards Matty, roping the man into one too.

“Don’t you look like something straight out a magazine!” Matty complimented, and she allowed him to spin her around as they parted. “Hann’s a very lucky man.”

“Careful what you say now, Healy, I’m a married woman and y/n here’s the jealous sort.” My sister taunted playfully, which earned her a light slap to the back of her wrist as our mum slid into the small group we’d formed.

“Leave your sister alone.” My mum chided, though her smile was enough to give her away as my sister linked their arms. “I don’t care if it is your wedding day, I want everyone on their best behaviour. That means no teasing.”

Y/s/n rolled her eyes comically before we shared a look.

“The pair of you.” My mum tutted with a sigh when she caught it, she raised an eyebrow at me afterwards and then sent an evident look Matty’s way.

I had to stop myself from laughing at her utter transparency as I moved to introduce her.

“Mum, this is Matty, my date for this evening. And Healy, this is my wonderful mother, y/m/n.” I initiated, being a little melodramatic with it all because I hated things feeling so formal and intense.

This was just a regular encounter for us, it wasn’t as though Matty was my actual date.

I shrugged when I gestured over towards my sister. “You already know y/s/n. She’s the woman who just married your best mate, if you’d forgotten.”

My mum shook her head at my antics, but knew better than to fight a battle she’d already lost.

Matty snickered beside me but did a small sort of dance, that countered the awkwardness typically felt in these scenarios, when he drew my mother into a gracious hug.

“Lovely to meet the woman who raised two incredible daughters. Can see where they get their striking good looks from too.”

“Don’t flirt with my mum, you bastard.” I grimaced through a chuckle, swatting at Matty’s shoulder when he made no move to leave the spot he’d taken up by my mum’s side. Not that she seemed to mind.

“Y/n, language.” She chided, but it didn’t do much seeing as she was smiling serenely over at my date.

“You’ve said worse.” I countered and had to all but tug Matty back beside me when I saw his intrigued expression.

“Is that so?” He voiced with a sly smile, but was laughing in good humour when he tucked me back into his side, pressing his lips to my forehead yet again to soothe me. I had to ignore the look my sister shot my way.

My mum’s eyes lingered on our close stance for a second too long before she spoke up again, “How long have you two known each other then? Your sister hasn’t given me much, even though I’ve been pestering.”

I sent my sister a small grateful smile, hands already clammy at the thought of having to go through with this next bit. But there Matty was, already steadying my oncoming nerves.

“Met about three months ago now?” He deemed, looking to me for a nod of ascent before he just bulldozed on. “Bit out of the blue really, she showed up round Hann’s one random day, wanting to surprise y/s/n, but me and the guys were there already. She’d felt a bit bad about intruding...”

He glanced down at me with a tongue-in-cheek smile then before he was back to gesturing haphazardly.

“But we got to talking and just clicked. She’s unapologetically herself, you know? I liked that about her, that and she can give as good as she gets.”

I laughed softly, but had to lower my gaze towards the floor upon hearing his sweet words, unsure on whether Matty was being truthful in his sentiment or if he was just adding more lies into the already messy web we’d spun.

“Oh, you’ll have me tearing up in a second!” My mum announced suddenly which had my head snapping up almost simultaneously. “You two just look so smitten- I’ve been keeping an eye out since I spotted you both earlier, and you haven’t left one another’s side once! I can see why you’ve been so secretive, y/n. He’s a gooden.”

I chuckled tightly, feeling my heart clench and shrink again. I could hear the sincerity in her voice, the warmth there. She also wasn’t wrong, the only time Matty and I had parted was when we’d both joined the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen briefly during the ceremony earlier. But even then, we’d only been a few feet apart and had shared looks from over everyone else’s heads.

“Aren’t they just the sweetest? And it’s all thanks to me!” My sister added, and I noted how she sounded far too proud and somewhat optimistic about this whole ordeal.

I furrowed my brow and wondered if this had been her plan all along. To get me completely besotted by the man stood beside me in a mere matter of weeks whilst we had traded texts back and forth. Only to then have me practically fall arse over tit for him and that cocky know-it-all attitude of his once we’d finally met.

“Always knew you’d be perfect for one another.” And I knew it then, when she winked at me with a shit-eating grin, that I'd been correct.

She must have seen the look of realisation that crossed my face because all too coincidentally she caught sight of another guest and used it to make her great escape.

“Well, that’s your sister for you.” My mum smiled, a tad amused. She stepped into the space my sister had previously occupied, eyes trailing after the bride’s retreating figure.

“Well,” Matty said to fill the silence that followed and I realised that he too had clocked onto my sister’s deceitful plan. “Who are we to deny the bride her wedding wish, hey?”

My mum was smiling away, none the wiser to how I was crumbling inside. I’d never wanted to throttle my own sister so desperately, I wanted to scream and shout, ask her why she’d put me in such a shit situation.

She’d told me herself that Matty wasn’t looking for anything. She’d said it, and Matty had all but confirmed it during the early stages of our texts.

And well- I just couldn’t believe she’d set me up like that, knowing full well that if I were to fall for him that there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d feel the same. She’d really done it this time, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react.

“Can’t say I blame her,” My mum breathed out through a light titter, eyes flitting between Matty and I as the man’s hand came to rest on my waist once more. I forced down the sudden lump in my throat. “You two do look so wonderful together. Don’t think I’ve seen you smile this much, love.”

I avoided both their gazes, thanking the waiter who passed me by with a tray of champagne, stealing a glass. I handed one off to Matty too and took a long sip before casually looking around the room.

“Happy to hear that.” Matty spoke, and I felt his body relax into mine as he did, only then realising how tense he’d just been. "Her smile truly is something to write home about."

“Aren’t you just the charmer.” My mum complimented, her eyes warm and voice soft. “I really do look forward to seeing more of you, Matty. Make sure you get y/n to bring you ‘round one day soon, alright? I’ll cook, introduce you to everyone properly.”

Her hand came to a rest on Matty’s forearm and she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

I all but guzzled down the rest of my drink, earning an odd look off of the man.

She looked to me next and smiled wholeheartedly. “I’m over the moon for you, sweetheart. You deserve every little bit of happiness after everything that happened, and just think- maybe someday soon, all of this, will be for the two of you.”

My mum laughed in delight and I tried my best to mimic her as best I could, dread filling every fibre of my being.

“I can only hope.” Matty joked with a wink and a lopsided smile.

“See? Charmer!” My mum grinned at me, her eyes wide to exaggerate her point. “But anyway, I’d best be getting back to the party, cake will be here soon enough and I have to make sure your grandad’s still awake for it.”

She casted one last fond glance at us before she wished us well with pecks to both our cheeks and wandered off.

I gazed after her with a sort of wistful look, my throat tightening as images of her hopeful smile and sparkling eyes set ablaze in my mind. She was going to kill me if this ever got out.

“I’m going to hell.”

Matty snickered, but tightened his grip when I sighed defeatedly.

“I just feel so horrible! She's so lovely and amazing. And I just lied. To her face, Matty!” I all but whined.

Matty carefully took hold of both my wrists then and pulled me into his chest, letting his chin come to rest atop my head. “Oh, darling.” He comforted quietly.

I tried not to let it get to me but I could feel my emotions getting the better of me and so when I pulled away I tried not to look Matty in the eye.

“Sweetheart...” Matty murmured, hands still holding my wrists as he tugged me in again. “Come on, don’t get upset. Things happen. If your mum ever finds out, she’ll understand.”

I know he was just trying to help, but his words made me feel worse.

“Shame on you.” I chastised instead, pushing my fist against his chest gingerly to lighten the mood. It seemed to work somewhat because Matty snorted out a surprised laugh.

“Me?” He asked bewildered, “What the hell have I done?”

“You agreed to all of this!”

“So? It’s your mum!” Matty shot back at me, still chuckling away. He decided to pull my arms around his waist then, leaving them to rest on his hips as he lifted his own hand up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“So?” I parroted a little childishly, deepening my voice slightly to match his as I pursed my lips up at him.

“For one, I do not sound like that. And two, what’s with the whole-” Matty copied my action, pouting his lips and leaning in close in an effort to taunt me. “Huh?”

“It’s what you looked like, right then.” I replied, voice muffled as I continued to poke fun at him. I laughed loudly when he scowled and proceeded to push my face away.

“Twat.” He jibed, but never let me stray too far. Pulling me back into his arms when I just continued to laugh, any previous thoughts of guilt pushed to the side as I stared up into his eyes.

“Takes one to know one, babe.”

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