#but nope...i have to get through shifts with someone i don't really get along with well from thursday to saturday

[foundwonder]

i survived the first of five very long work days today. worked with someone i didn't know before and i wish i could work the whole week with her!!

#but nope...i have to get through shifts with someone i don't really get along with well from thursday to saturday #not looking forward to that at all!! tje shifts will feel even longer!! #job talk #work life*

[aetheternity]

Pov: they catch you reading explicit content (6reeze)

A/N: I decided this is an in universe fic. Don't really need a synopsis because the title tells you exactly what it's about.

CW: Description of adult content, For some of the boys it's clearly stated romantic relationship while the others are more unclear. You can read them all as romantic or none.

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Aether ~ You don't even bother to look up as you know it's Aether approaching you as you traverse through your favorite book on his couch. You can tell he's reading when you start to feel his breath against your shoulder and neck.

"Nosy." You mutter, smiling at his breathy chuckle.

You turn the page and not even two minutes later hear a loud gasp. You turn your head a brief giggle falling off your lips.

"What?"

"Name, you're reading a dirty book.." He teases "I thought you were so innocent too but here you are in my teapot reading about someone being ravaged." He held a hand over his chest, keeping the act going with fast paced blinks in between. Mouth wide as he continued to stare at the pages.

"You were reading along with me so you're not exactly innocent!" You bite back though you can feel embarrassment settling beneath your skin as your hands begin to sweat, face slowly burning.

"Nope, I'm an innocent bystander who didn't know what he was getting into." He playfully scoffs. You pretend to fixate back on your book turning away from him. Though it quickly feels near impossible as his mouth inches closer and closer to your neck. His breath fluttering over the skin somehow so much hotter than it had been previously.

"Do you ever imagine it's you in that situation then?" The question made you flinch. "You being the one ravaged by someone?" He giggles quickly after. Giggles like it's the most normal question one could ask.

"Idiot." You huff though it barely has bite. Your grip on the book tightens but while your eyes are scanning over the words you aren't even close to internalizing any of them. Not with Aether's breath tickling your ear lobe soon replaced by his tongue flush against your ear canal.

You squeak and the book almost flies across the room. "Put it down already." He grumbles kissing the shell of your ear. "Don't you wanna live like the protagonists in your dirty novel?"

-

Heizou ~ The two of you are the only two left at the station this late at night so when he sees your eyes sifting quickly through the words of he book he's intrigued. None of the case files on his desk had ever been nearly as intriguing as you.

"What have you got there?" He asks as he approaches

You shift your gaze to him for a brief moment before you head resumes being buried in the words on the page. "Just a novel."

"Hmm." He slides in place behind your chair, skimming along with you. You try to turn the page but he stops you. "I'm not quite finis.. oh.." He chuckles

"Let me read in peace!" You huff "Boss has been busting my ass all day. I need this."

He laughs, "You're reading something like this at the office?" He slides into place beside you on your chair. "You're not even the least bit worried I'll tell?"

"Can't exactly read it at home. I have a nosy roommate." You mutter "Pft, you're loving this too much. You're not going to tell anyone because you're too interested in how long I've been reading stuff like this."

"Ah you so get me." He chuckles sliding closer to you if that were even possible, glancing at the pages as you read. "So?"

"For as long as I've been legally allowed to buy these books."

"Hmm."

"Not going to make a big deal of it? Gasp in horror because I 'look so innocent?'" You question peering over at him.

He yawned, leaning his head against your shoulder. "It's as they say." His breath brushes over your ear canal. "It's always the quiet ones." He whispers and you can feel your skin grow hot at how close his mouth was to your ear.

You almost ask him about the paperwork he'd abandoned but you can already hear his breath even out. Small snores fluttering off his lips. He was Heizou after all. He'd most likely be fine.

-

Kazuha ~ Yeah.. he's not surprised in the slightest or perhaps it's simply because Kazuha's a roll with the punches kind of guy.

He takes a look at the cover of your book and a small smile forms against his lips. "Oh is that, Beauty and all things?"

You snap your head up, "You know this book?"

"A couple of women and men amongst Beidou's crew have been conversing over this novel. I was hoping to see what all the fuss is about."

You slide over patting the empty space on the crate you were resting on, "You can read along a bit. Don't worry I'm not that far in."

"Are you sure I'm not interrupting?" He questions but he does take the spot next to you.

You politely shake your head, "I wouldn't have invited you to sit if you were." You reposition to allow him to keep up with you.

"Thank you." He replies

You wait for his cues to flip the page. Normally a small tap at your thigh or a brief ok but after a while they stop coming.

"Kazuha? Is it ok for me to go to the next page?" He doesn't answer. You flip your head around pleasantly surprised by the soft pink tint of his cheeks and the way his eyes were slightly blown. His hand atop his mouth. "Kazuha?" You blink

"I didn't.. didn't realize it was a more explicit read.." He calmed enough to make eye contact with the clouds above. "Though that makes a fair bit more sense."

"Sorry Kazu, I thought you knew.. Have you never read anything like this before?"

He hangs his head a bit, fingering the bandages on his hands. "It's not the book.. persay.." He clears his throat. "Actually.. it's being with you.. while reading said book.."

"Oh.." Your blood might as well have drained out through your feet with how weightless you felt. "Oh." You repeated and then immediately yanked your head away. Breath catching, you slammed the book shut trying your hardest to think of any words aside from 'oh'

"Name.."

"Yeah?" You refuse to look at him.

"Would you like to accompany me to dinner once we dock?"

"Yes.."

"Ok.. thank you.." You feel his weight lift from beside you and when you finally got the courage to look up he was nowhere in sight.

-

Scaramouche ~ He'd just walked in and wordlessly laid his head on your shoulder. Well.. "laid" more like slammed his head into your shoulder without warning. Luckily he wasn't wearing his gigantic hat or it would've been worse.

You're quickly under the assumption that he's fallen asleep based on the slowing of his breaths and how quiet he was. You flipped the page becoming so drawn into the changing events that you nearly leap out of your skin at Scara's-

"What the fuck?"

"How long have you been awake?!"

"What the fuck are you reading??" He sits up pulling the cover over your finger so he could read the title. "How did they go from eating dinner to her tied to the bed post?" He looks at you in sheer disbelief. Mouth hung open and eyes narrowed.

A couple different explanations start to cloud your brain but when you open your mouth the only sound that exits is a long snort. Your breaths uneven as you roll with laughter. Sliding your hand out to keep yourself from falling off the ottoman.

"You're such a freaky weirdo." He stands and you almost get a word out but just end up squeaking and holding your stomach. Your feet slapping against the floor, the book soon flopping onto the hardwood next to you. "Absolute weirdo.." Scara huffs shaking his head, leaving you and your sobbing ribs alone.

"Scara.. pfft.. I can explain.." You call after him.

-

Venti ~ "What are you reading?"

You feel your skin melt as you look up from your comfortable sitting position on the grass. Up to Venti's softly smiling face. He tilts his head a bit still waiting for you to respond but in all honesty the only thing you can do is silently clamp and unclamp your jaw open and close.

"Oh, a secret then? Fine don't tell me." He slowly tiptoes his way to your side trying his hardest to glimpse the pages but you're watching him through the corners of your eye. Eventually he ends up on your opposite side diving to see when you remove your hand, like some kind of bird of prey.

"Venti!" You hiss. Turning the book over to the back thankful for the wordless back cover.

"Is it that bad? Is it a paranoia ridden post apocalypse? Or a horror suspense with a horrendous real life history that the author took inspiration from?" He crosses his arms still stood behind you.

You simply sigh staring down at the crinkled pages from where your finger had creased your bookmarked spot. "Just.. don't laugh at me or anything.." You flip the book open for Venti to read over your shoulder. Pleasantly surprised by how quiet he becomes.

"Oh ho ho." Venti sneers sliding a hand under the words he was currently reading. Probably knowing you'd slam the book closed if he didn't. "So a more explicit read."

Your shock was probably incredibly visible as he plops down at your side. Holding your shoulder for proper balance. "Aww don't be embarrassed, lots of people enjoy books of this nature. This market has a huge following after all."

You feel your face start to heat as you take in just how close he is. His fingers continuing to graze the pages before him. It quickly intrigued you how fast he was sifting through the sentences until a different thought dawned on you.

"Wait.. Venti-"

"Hmm?"

"How do you know these kinds of books have a lot of fans?"

"Ehe hehe, so did you happen to get this copy from Lisa or Yae?"

-

Xiao ~ He sat next to you wordlessly chomping down a bowl of almond tofu while you flipped through the pages of your book. When you'd peered up at him he appeared to be lost in thought. Eyes trained off the balcony to the surrounding area, lost in the beauty of it all.

You carefully flipped the page beginning to get enthralled with the scene playing out in your head as words from the page filled your mind. Until-

"Why are you smiling like that?"

You wrenched your head up. Staring back at a very puzzled Xiao, "Ah.. this book.. it's interesting.." You explain blinking rapidly.

"What are the contents?"

A part of you wants to know exactly when Xiao had stopped paying attention to the view and started paying attention to you. Another was skimming through ways to distract Xiao from learning about the book you'd been rereading. It was Xiao after all.. surely he'd find this kind of content disgusting and deplorable. Actually was it even ok to show him something like this? He was an adeptus, was there some kind of secret law that stated showing books like these to adepti could have you murdered at the stake?

"Name?"

Inevitably you couldn't think of anything strong enough to take his mind off your book. Well.. anything strong enough that wouldn't also make him never speak to you again. You slide the book towards him with the page you'd been reading open for his perusal.

He sifts through the content for a brief second and you slowly watch as his face turns a deeper shade of red with each passing second. He sucks in a breath and before you can break the silence he asks, "You.. do you read these often?.." He coughs like he's clearing his throat.

"Yeah.. every now and then.."

"Hmm." He doesn't say much else for the rest of the night or even to you the next day when he leaves for patrol. For a brief moment you're worried he's still extremely uncomfortable over your reading choices.

You head out for the day as well doing your normal errands and while you're on your way back the thoughts about his face and how flushed he'd been started to dawn on you again. He didn't seem uneasy because of you, just the content itself.. maybe it had been a bad idea to show that kind of content to him. He'd probably never seen anything like that before either.

You let out a little sigh, you'd reached a conclusion as you climbed into the elevator. You could easily just explain everything, maybe even what your enjoyment of the book meant to you and everything should be ok.

You feel a small sense of dread settle in the pit of your stomach. Every step up from the lobby heavier than the last. You took a final deep breath as you reached his door, turning the knob and nearly dropping your bags when you walked in. Xiao sat cross-legged atop his normally empty bed, the book you'd been reading yesterday plucked between his fingers. Your stomach quickly settled as you walked your way towards the bed plopping down on the edge, only getting his attention once your weight settled on the firm mattress.

"Your book.. it's.." He grumbles darting his eyes away. You can't help your breathless snicker.

"I assumed you didn't like that I was reading it." Your fingers brushed aside strands of hair from his forehead.

"I have no qualms over your desires to continue indulging in this. I simply wished to better understand."

"Mm but you hate it."

"I do not wish to continue reading it, yes."

#I was trying to make this as unsexual as possible #so Heizou's part is different from what I'd originally wanted to do #6reeze x reader #aether x reader #heizou x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #aether headcanons #heizou headcanons #kazuha headcanons #scaramouche headcanons #venti headcanons #xiao headcanons

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As I'm writing this I feel like a mother cat dropping off a kitten she doesn't want at the doorstep of the nice neighbor who sometimes feeds her. Like this poor helpless baby probably deserves a home but not with me.

So basically I wrote this nsfw hotel morning-after/hook-up scene as part of a much more complicated RPF Falseren story that I got obsessed with but will never actually finishing writing. And because I lost interest and I am incapable of publishing anything without context, I'm never going to do anything with this. But you seem into Ren and RPF so maybe this scene will find a good home with you rather than rot in my draft.

So read this, or don't. Share it, or don't. Write something inspired by this, or don't. Subtweet about how you don't want porn in you inbox, or don't. I don't care, this kitten is your problem now. I'm off to go chatter at birds and be feral in the woods again.

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When she wakes up the next morning, it’s to a warm body pressing along her back.

The contented hum she lets out as she pushes back into the him earns her a whisper right next to her ear.

“Falsie? You awake?”

She can barely even hear the sleep in his voice, and the idea of him laying in the hotel bed watching her sleep before curling up behind her drifts through her mind. She wonders if he was smiling.

“Nope. Not yet. Might be soon though.” She mumbles back, fumbling behind her trying to grab his hand.

She can feel the rumble of the laugh in his chest and puffs of air ghost across her neck as she finally finds his hand and drags it in front of her, cuddling it to her chest.

“Good to know. Let me know when you’re up.”

“Someone’s already up.” She chuckles, pushing her hips back against his erection already pressing against her ass.

“That’s what happens when I’m in bed with a gorgeous woman.”

“Gorgeous woman? Where is she? Did she slip out before you woke me up?”

 The rest of the hypothetical she was about to tease him with dies on her tongue as Ren shifts his hips behind her until that erection slips between her legs.

“I’m trying not to let her slip away.” Ren says, the arm against her chest pulling her into him even more. Maybe it’s the haziness of her brain still waking up or the cocoon of the blankets still around them, but the tenderness of the comment doesn’t make her want to run. In fact, it makes brings all of her attention to the fact that Ren apparently isn’t the only one who woke up horny. Maybe the slick between her legs is from all the rounds last night, or from the dreams she had of riding him in the stupid Twitch rivals chair, or from how everything is so warm and so soft around her except Ren’s cock, which is hot and hard against her.

She needs him inside her right now.

“Ren…” she says somewhere between a request and a whine, hitching her leg over his, bringing him even closer to her center.

“I got you, I got you,” he all but whispers into her hair as his hand detangles from hers and slides down to her hip, anchoring her so he can tip his hips and slides into her.

Fucking hell.

It’s a totally different angle then anything they’ve done before and it’s still perfect. For not the first and likely not the last time, she wonders how Ren of all people has the perfect dick. And when he pulls almost all the way out, she lets out an actually fucking moan as she feels him drag against her.

He gets in a few thrusts before she realizes that in their position, she doesn’t really have any leverage to move. The little groan she lets out as she squirms back against his chest just earns her another laugh.

“How you doing there Falsie?” He teases between delicate kisses along her neck and shoulder.

Another frustrated noise just earns her a squeeze from the hand on her hip as she opens her legs a little more.

Even though she’s just woken up, she feels restless. She’s used to doing things during sex; kissing, touching, thrusting. Anything really. But now Ren just has her pinned with a simple hand on her hip, slowly driving her insane with his consistent, even thrusts from behind her. It feels like something is buzzing just under the surface of her skin, not enough to get her anywhere, but enough to drive her insane.

“Ren…..ren,” she whimpers, face pressed into the pillow and bottom arm clutching into the bed sheets. She needs to do something other than just feel Ren fuck her.

“I got you False.”

She too focused on the feeling of him dragging in and out of her to notice him shifting behind her until she feels an arm slide into the space between her and the mattress. With his hand pushing out into the bed in front of her, it finally gives her the chance to do something with all this energy simmering inside her, and she switches from clawing at the sheets to threading her fingers through his, holding onto him like he’s the only thing tethering her to reality.

Turns out that was all she needed, something real to ground her. Because that wakes up enough of her brain to realize she can absolutely do more than just let Ren turn her brain to mush with his steady, unhurried pace. The fingers of her free hand finally find her clit, and that’s what she needs to turn the consistent, maddening sensations of Ren’s mouth on her shoulder and hand on her hip and dick still dragging in and out of her with a steady rhythm, into a jolt of energy right through her.

What finally tips her over though is when Ren squeezes her hand. He’s been messing with her senses since the moment she woke up. All touch and warmth and sensation and sound without anything of his to see. She’s barely had a chance to touch him. Hell, she hasn’t even seen his face yet this morning and he’s already inside her for god same. So when she sees his fingers tense around hers against the rumpled hotel sheets that all she needs to finally free falls over the edge into an orgasm that burns through her like wildfire. All that simmering energy under her skin suddenly alights, finally feelings like release as the orgasm sizzles through her

He’s still inside her for a moment, first as she clenches around him and then as he lets her catch her breath. It’s fitting that she comes back to her senses with her face buried in Ren’s bicep and her knuckles white from gripping his hand so hard.

False wouldn’t say she usually got sleepy after she came. It never seemed to effect her one way or the other. But this orgasm is different. She is now very much awake.

“False what are you-“ is all Ren can get out as she starts moving, righting herself enough to turn around and pin him to the bed. The look of shock as he stares up at her straddling him is almost enough to change her plans. Almost enough for her to pin his shoulder’s to the mattress, lift her hips up, get him inside her again, and ride him until he’s as much of a babbling mess as he made her with his stupidly perfect dick.

But she’s got other plans.

For him.

And his dick. 

She locks eyes with him as she shimmies down his body, throwing the covers off behind her, forgotten somewhere on the floor.

She can hear him swallow as she looks away to readjusts herself between his outstretched legs.

Which makes it all that much better when she looks up at him from between his legs, not breaking eye contact for a second as she takes him fully in her mouth.

“False!” He nearly shouts with his head thrown back. The vibrations from her laugh as she starts to really suck him off must catch him by surprise again because his hips twitch up from the bed, sending him even deeper in her throat.

False wouldn’t say she liked giving blow jobs. Having a dick down her throat wasn’t an experience she would necessarily describe as a good time. But once again, Ren’s unfairly fantastic dick is very workable even as he thrusts up into her. Plus, she’s always enjoyed seeing her partner’s reactions to her blow jobs more than the physical experience itself. And Ren’s reactions are spectacular. His hands gripping the sheets and running through his hair, truly lovely groans every time she swirls her tongue around him, and the way he says her name is a sound she wants to remember forever. He even does a commendable job of trying to warn her that he’s about to come, but she’s had a plan for this moment since she flipped them over, and the way he looks down at her is absolutely awe with the last dredges of his sanity as she takes all of him in her mouth and sucks hard is worth everything.

She swallows all of it, taking a moment to whip the spit from her chin and sit up as Ren comes back to his senses.

“I can’t-don’t expect me to do anything after that.” Ren finally jokes, still sprawled out on the bed a little dazed.

She takes pity on him, crawling back up to fit herself under his arm, throwing an arm over his chest and draping a leg over his hips. It takes another moment before he wraps his arm around her shoulder, tugging her close again. 

Ren chuckles at her when she playfully bites his shoulder. “You let the intrusive thoughts win there.”

“You fucked me before you even brushed your teeth. Who’s got worst self control?”

“But it was in a way that you didn’t even have to suffer from my morning breath.”

“Yes. Your terrible morning breath.” She deadpans, already shifting up to kiss him.

“Well I mean if you think I have-“

“Ren shut up.” She says, throwing a leg over his torso to straddle him and kiss him in a way that shows there are things she would much rather him do with his mouth at the moment than brush his stupid teeth.

ANON!!! I am putting down cat food!! Please! Return to me! This is so fucking hot I'm going to swallow my own fist to keep from saying all the deranged things!!! I need more, bestie!! 😭

#long post #lovely anon #answer #fic rec

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Pretend this has a valid title.

I just noticed that I make Keith cry really often. Huh.

And there's more kissing! What's going on?

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Click.

Keith and Lance stare in horror at their wrists to see them handcuffed together.

They had just been arguing about something stupid, Keith isn't even sure what the topic is, and apparently Pidge has had enough.

"If you two are going to yell at each other, then you can do it like this. Now shut your face-holes."

They stared each other down. Lance sighed and shifted to hold Keith's hand loosely. "Ugh, Fine. I'll try to be decent if you try too."

Lance's grip on Keith's hand brings back old memories.

Lance is standing outside of Keith's door, his hair is tousled like he's been running, and he holds a bouquet of red roses to big it hides his face from view.

Keith can't help the fond smile that comes to his face.

Lance has been asking him out for months, each try more extravagant than the last. Judging from the fairly simple flowers, he seems to have finally realized that Keith prefers small gestures rather than large gifts.

Keith sees blue eyes peek over the top of the blossoms.

"Please Keith. Just one try? You know you want some of this."

Lance gestures to himself, and Keith lets a small chuckle leave his lips. (what? no, of course Keith didn't giggle, he's a very masculine guy, nope, never, be quiet).

Keith can't deny the fact that he's had a crush on Lance for a while. It's hard not to admire someone so sure of himself, someone who carries himself like he rules the world, someone who could befriend anyone. Keith doesn't know why Lance wants him of all people.

"One try is all you get."

-

It has been about 9 months since Keith agreed to go out with Lance.

"Why do you always push me away? I get that you miss Shiro, but I'm only trying to help!"

"I don't want your help! I can deal with this myself!"

"That's what you say about everything! Have you ever thought that maybe I like helping you? That I want to see you happy instead of constantly alone and heartbroken? Please, Keith." "

Lance. Just drop it."

"No! You need help! The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can work past this."

"Lance! Just-just leave me alone. This isn't something you can fix with charming words and a smile!"

"Is that all you think I am? Nothing but a people pleaser? I thought you knew me better than that, but I guess not. Goodbye Keith. I'm done."

-

The first time Lance sends a Keith in his direction, it feels like a knife to the heart. Hunk has distanced himself from Keith too.

Keith is all alone again, and just like always, there's no one to blame but himself.

Keith snaps back to the present. He stares at the ground and wills his hot tears to go away.

"Yeah. Sure. It's just for a bit anyway."

It is not just for a bit. When they go to Pidge and show her that they're getting along, she searches all of her drawers and comes up with only a handful of candy wrappers.

"Ummmm... So I have bad news and good news. Bad: I lost the key. But, hey, at least now you can bond a bit more!"

They both groan at the same time, and the whip around to glare at each other. They forget how close they are thanks to the handcuffs, and bonk noses.

All day, they struggle for control over where they go and how the do things. Thankfully, they don't have to feed each other. That would be annoying.

The night cycle starts, and Pidge still can't find the keys. She looks genuinely guilty, and scurries around the castle looking everywhere.

Finally, Hunk has an idea.

"Hey, you know that spinning blade saw we have in the engineering room? It's made to bust through Altean meatal. We try that."

And now Lance and Keith are standing with both of their hands only inches away from a wicked looking blade.

Even with its incredible power, the saw is very slow, and Pidge tells them they have about 5 minutes before the chain breaks.

"So.. today wasn't bad," Keith mutters.

Lance glares at him harshly. "Yeah? Well maybe someone should have handcuffed us together 2 years ago!"

Keith recoils. Lance feels a sliver of guilt for the wounded look in his eyes.

"I- I'm just trying to say that I'm sorry. You were right. You usually are, we both know I can't use my head when it matters."

Lance scoffs. "No dip. If the past couple of years have shown anything, it's that we don't mix well. I mean, we've had a rivalry for a while."

Keith's eyes flash, and all of the sadness leaves them.

"Seriously? There never was a rivalry, Lance! It's all in your head! I went along with it because that's the only way you would let me close to you! Everyone has noticed, it's just you who can't get it into your thick head that I never moved on. Don't you get it? I love you, Lance! I never stopped loving you!"

There's angry tears flowing down Keith's reddened face, and he spits the words out like they are fire. There is a loud snap as the chain breaks, and Keith immediately bolts out.

The rest of the paladins, who have been silent throughout Keith's whole confession stare in shock. Hunk and Shiro are the only ones who have prior knowledge of Keith and Lance's relationship, and Shiro left on the Kerberos mission before he could learn the extent of Keith's feelings.

"That was... intense. Maybe you shou-"

Lance races out of the room before he can hear the end of Hunk's sentence.

Please, please, please.

Lance can't miss this chance, Keith will never open up to him like this again.

He sees the Keith running down like there's a weblum after him. Anyone else would have been left in his dust, but Lance has long gazelle legs and ran track for 5 years.

He tackles Keith to the ground, and they both grunt at the impact.

Lance ends up on top of Keith, and he fights the boy pinning him to the ground until Lance stares at him with pleading, watery eyes.

Lance does what he does best. He rambles.

"I’m sorry, I was stupid, you were stupid, we were both stupid! I’ve always loved you and I’d fight the world for you, defy death and gravity, handcuff myself to you so I never have to let go. I’d kiss you at the altar, I’d trade anything and everything for you, I’d spray paint the side of the garrison with our initials surrounded by a big, disgusting pink heart"

They both laugh at that like it’s an old memory they both share, which, knowing them, it probably is. Lance continues.

"I’d kiss the air out of your lungs, I’d take you anywhere, I’d destroy anyone who dares to harm you. I shouldn't have left you, you're worth so much more than one fight! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgive you, so can you please forgive me? Keith, you don't know how much I wan-"

Keith grabs his shirt collar and kisses him hard. Lance lowers himself off of his arms and lays completely on the raven below him.

When they break apart, Keith lets out a disbelieving laugh.

"Guess what? You finally bested me. Your confession was much better than mine."

"Because thou art my truest love!"

"Ew, never do that again."

they don't notice the team until Allura's giggle sounds out from further down the hall. They are watching them with expressions that range from teasing disgust to megashipper freakout.

Allura has been recording the whole thing, and Pidge will most definitely be playing that at their wedding.

#klance #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #voltron #lance mcclain #lance vld #keith vld #vld keith #tawny post

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 8

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"Why do you call her Dorothy?" Bruce asked.

"Well, let's see. We have the tin man," you said, pointing at Tony. "The scarecrow," you continued, pointing at Captain America while smirking. "And the cowardly lion," you nodded toward Bruce. "But I'm guessing not by choice, huh, Hulk?"

Maria rolled her eyes. "Okay, enough. We've been watching you for a while, and we think it would be beneficial if you joined our team. We've seen your powers and your apartment," she smirked. "We pay a good wage. What would you have to lose?"

Wade looked at you, saying, "Well, our apartment is a shithole."

You looked at him in shock and huffed, "Our apartment is not a shithole; it's a palace. How dare you!" You frowned at him. "But," you continued, "I did see Captain Blatt trying to start another coup, so maybe we better stay away for a while."

"Alright, Dorothy, we're in," you smacked the table, standing up.

"This is going to be exhausting," Tony whispered.

After a few days, Loki still hadn't said anything.

You were spinning in a chair and threw your head back, whining, "This is so boring. I thought being an Avenger would be more fun."

You then turned to Wade and said, "Hey, want to play hide and seek?"

"What age are you?" Tony asked.

Wade ignored him and turned to you, saying, "Sure, off you go." You shimmered away.

"Hide and seek, really?" the Captain scoffed.

"Yeah, flagpole," Wade shot back. "You're forgetting she's a shape-shifter. I have to work out which of you she has turned into." With that, Wade ran off.

"This should be interesting," Clint laughed, turning to watch Wade on the camera.

Meanwhile, you teleported into the holding cell, scaring a young guard.

"Hey, you know who I am and what I can do," you carefully asked.

He nodded slowly.

"Good, so you know I'm not here to hurt you. But I am going to turn into someone else, so please don't freak out," you pleaded.

You then morphed into Maria Hill.

Turning to the guard, you said, "Just play along. Please."

After a short while, Wade entered the holding cell and saw Maria and some guy looking over files. He walked over.

"Has anyone seen Y/N?" he asked.

"Nope," Maria answered without even looking up. "Aren't you two usually joined at the hip?"

"No, not always," Wade defended.

As the young guy walked off, Wade moved closer to Maria.

"You know Y/N and I aren't a couple," he said.

"Huh huh," Maria still didn't look up.

"Just friends," he tried again.

"Huh huh," Maria replied once more.

Wade then placed a finger on her arm and rubbed it up and down. This caught Maria's attention.

"You know, the first day I saw you, I always thought you were incredibly sexy," he stated.

"Really?" Maria answered, moving in closer.

"Definitely," Wade whispered, leaning closer.

They were almost a hair's length away from each other's lips.

"Wanted to do this for a long time," Wade said, sounding hesitant.

"Me too," Maria agreed, not sounding convincing.

As you both leaned in, Maria stopped and yelled, "Concede," shape-shifting back into yourself. "God, that got too close," Wade despaired. "Too close," you whispered.

Wade then left the room, leaving just you and Loki, who you hadn't noticed was watching you through the whole display.

"Such a waste of talent," he stated.

You whipped around, looking at him.

"This isn't going to be pretty," Natasha said, as the rest of the team were still looking at the cameras.

"You know what, Bambi? All this bravado you have, I see right through it," you said with disdain.

"Oh really?" Loki retorted, trying to look unconcerned.

"Yes, really," you answered. "I'm probably the only one in this entire place who actually feels sorry for you, who actually understands you," you confirmed. "I know what it's like for people to judge me at first glance. I know what it's like for people to judge me before they get to know me," you continued.

"Is that so?" Loki asked. "Are you sure they aren't judging you because of the many people you've killed?" he smirked.

"No," you stated. "I studied my people. I made sure they were murderers, rapists. I made sure they were guilty."

"What I didn't do," you continued, "was throw my toys out of the pram because I didn't get my own way. I didn't go around killing innocent people." You finished.

As you said your last word, you heard a voice from behind you say your name in a stern tone.

"Y/n," the Captain warned.

You whipped around, only to see him looking at you, arms folded, with a scowl on his face.

You whipped back around to Loki.

"Grow the fuck up, Loki." And as you turned on your heel, you passed the Captain and whispered, "Fuck you, Apostle."

@le-snekboi @lokiownsmefr @fraidoftedark

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[eunoia-writes]

let you go • Mamma mia AU • Chapter Four

Summery: When Eleanor Robinson finds her mums old journal she comes to find the reality about who her dad is.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and substance abuse, mentions of death/cancer

Chapter four - lay all your love on me

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“Mum.” Eleanor said softly as they sat in her bed y/n had the morning off so they both decided to spend it watching whatever was on before y/n went to work and Eleanor to see Conrad, Jeremiah and Steven.

“Yes honey?” Y/n asked her hand running through her hair as she looked up at her

“Will you tell me about them?” Y/n bit her lip nodding

“What do you wanna know?” She questioned as they both say up

“From what I read in your diary it seemed like you really loved Conrad.” Eleanor said picking at her nails before y/n stopped her from doing so

“I did.” Y/n said softly

“What was it like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Loving him. What was it like?”

Y/n smiled softly “I wasn't the jealous type before I met him but after I did it was almost like every woman I saw was a potential threat. I hate to admit it but I possess. It was like everything was him, he was all I could think about. Sam used to describe it as for Conrad, it was like shooting a sitting duck, a little small talk, a smile and I was stuck. still now, I don't know what he did to get me so good and make me fall so easily but he did.” Y/n explained with a smile on her face

“sounds like you really loved him.”

“I did.”

Conrad was Infatuated by her, completely.

He adored the way you could visibly see the emotions shift in her eyes whenever someone said something hurtful or when she was entranced by something she loved. He wanted nothing more than to have his camera on her capturing every little thing she does so he can play them on repeat forever.

He was smitten and so was she.

Everyone could see how much they adore each other with just the looks he gave her and the secret glances she had at him. Sam tells her repeatedly that she always has ‘heart eyes’ around him, but she’d alway brush it off because at the end of the day they were just friends.

Until the day he kissed her. Well, it was mutual, they both leaned in but Conrad was the one to initiate everything. Granted, he wished he’d done it a lot sooner when the thought of

“We could’ve been doing this the whole time?” He thinks about that moment every time their lips touch.

Actually, he thinks about it in many different situations.

Like when he watches her dance around her bedroom singing different songs without a care in the world or when she rests her head in his lap while they are watching a movie…if you asked either of them about what happened in the movie they wouldn’t be able to tell you, they are to focused on each other’s touch and presence.

Or when She squeezed his hand interlocked with her own after downing her glass of vodka along with Sam as he just laughed at her never being able to say no to Sam even more so when she’d had a drink.

“Do you have to go?” Y/n asked caressing his arm

“it’s easier if I go now rather than having to explain to Sam and Shayla why I’m here.”he said, turning to her

“So What If Sam and Shayla know.” She mumbled as he sighed

“you don’t mean that…it will just complicate things and I like us the way we are.” He said softly

“I’m just tired of having to hide it from everyone, I’m tired of not being able to kiss you when I want to, I'm tired of having to pretend that all these feelings aren’t there because they are.” She explained as he smiled

“I know.” He said

“can we at least tell Sam so we don’t have to keep sneaking around my house.” She said as he laughed slightly

“If you're telling Sam Then I can tell Thomas.” he said which didn’t phase her in the slightest as he leaned down kissing her softly

“So does that mean you’ll stay?” She asked but he shook his head

“nope I’ve gotta meet Thomas tomorrow so I need to be at mine to get ready.” He said, making her pout and sigh

“Okay okay.” She mumbled as he got up and started getting dressed into the clothes they had previously discarded on the floor. As they left Y/n’ room and made their way to the front door

“I’ll see you later.” He said before he kissed her softly

“See you later.” She said just as He was about to walk away they heard sam's voice

“y/n?” Sam said she turned to her

“Hey.” was all she said

“oh hey Conrad .” he said before pausing “wait…what are you doing here?” She asked walking over to y/n and Conrad

“Well ummm…” he started y/n looked at him waiting for a response “y/n and I are kinda a thing.” He said with a smile

“Well finally you can stop pretending you’re not making heart eyes at each other.” Sam said as y/n smiled widely “obviously we're not telling everyone yet because it’s new and we wanna keep it ours.” Y/n said as Sam nodded

“So you're official official?” She asked,

“yeah.”

“Well then…I’m happy for you and all but don’t be too cute and make me wanna throw up.” She said before disappearing into the kitchen

“Bye Conrad.” She softly kissed him once more before he walked out and down her driveway turned back to see her standing leaning against the door frame watching him leave.

Yeah…They’re smitten.

“Y/n there’s someone asking for you at the front desk.” Alice said knocking on her office door y/n let out a sigh before waving her off and getting up from her desk making her way out to the foyer

“Absolutely not.” She said to herself as she spotted Conrad leaning against the desk. Y/n turned on her heels as soon as she saw him but he was hot on her tail

“Y/n please, talk to me!” He begged filling after her

“What could we possibly have to talk about.” She didn’t stop once just walking back into her office conrad closing the door quietly behind the both of them

“Nothing… everything.” He started as she sat on her couch refusing to look at him lI never stopped loving you.” He said as she finally looked up at him

“You left me Conrad, you don’t get to come back after 16 years begging me to let you talk, you don’t get to tell me you still love me!” She yelled at him already getting emotional

“I did come back!” He yelled back

“What?” Her voice was silent almost a whisper now

“I came back every summer for a week at least.” He told her but she shook her head not wanting to believe him

“No”

“Yes I did the first time Thomas told me you moved away But I came back every year how I didn’t see you once is beyond me but I came back.” He said her chest was tight she felt like she couldn’t breathe

“What about belly?” She whispered as she sat down next to her

“I never married her. I couldn’t.”

“Then why didn’t you try to find me.”

“Because I knew you’d never take me back.” He was awfully close right now so close she could feel his breath on her neck

“You’re right and that’s not going to change.” She stop up from her spot moving to the door conrad right behind her

“Y/n please.” He begged but she shook her head

“No Conrad.” She turned to him with tear in her eyes and in that moment he just kissed her.

the next thing she knew it was 6am and they were still on her couch with just a blanket covering their skin. At that moment she felt 18 again. She felt like she’d just met him all over again.

“Y/n!” They heard from outside the door she mumbled a shit before jumping out of her spot and scrambling to put her clothes back on

“Conrad…this can’t… this won’t happen again.”

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[snow-143]

The Truth Untold- Kim Taehyung |

Eleven- take care of you (1.4k) |

The next couple of days are awkward to say the least. After the whole waking up in his bed situation I reverted to avoiding him at all costs.

Waking up in his bed wasn't necessarily the problem, after all I grew up sleeping in his bed. The problem is how right it felt, like slipping back into old habits that's never really left you. But more than that was how much I enjoyed being surrounded by him.

I didn't leave his room straight away after we woke up, instead i stayed curled up in his sheets, wishing he was still holding me, with the excuse that Eun hadn't left for classes yet.

I stayed there in his warmth and presence, simply absorbing it all. But soon Eun's presence started leaking through, in the way that her voice echoes through the apartment while she sings along to her music, the way her light footsteps taper around the house and suddenly I was surrounded by her instead.

That's when reality set in. solidifying its place with the slam of our front door as she leaves.

Tae seemed hesitant when I got up to leave, it almost makes me think he was also sad for this moment to end, but he doesn't stop me.

So now we're back to square one. The only difference is my longing to see him now and that's why I need to distance myself. Just until this passes, up until him and Eun are a thing and I can forget all of these foolish thoughts.

I have successfully avoided anything to do with Kim Taehyung for a solid 3 days now, I would congratulate myself if I wasn't constantly conjuring up thoughts of him.

If I'm being honest, the past 3 days have been hell. Before when I ignored him he let me, it was simple, we both stayed in our own space. But not this time. Nope he just has to make it difficult.

Especially difficult when he wakes up earlier than he usually would, trying to catch me sneaking out on the mornings.

But I survived 3 days, and now I'm being rewarded. With alcohol.

God do I need to get drunk right now.

It was Jin's idea, he suggested me, him, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi + his wife and one of his new employees go drinking tonight. I couldn't have agreed quicker. Plus I want to meet this girl he's been talking so much about.

'You heading out?' Instantly freezing in my spot I curse myself for wearing heels that click with every step, knowing he probably heard me walking.

Slowly turning around I scramble my brain on what to say, 'Um yeah I'm going out drinking with my friends.' Casual enough.

'Ah okay. Have fun.' He seems just as awkward as me despite his efforts to talk to me the past couple of days. Seeing him now makes me feel kind of bad, but I brush that off. Everything will be alright when I have some alcohol in my system.

'Thank you.' It's said through a tight smile. Before I quickly scurry my way out of the apartment.

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'I love you guys. You know that right.' My friends are currently surrounding me and I could think of no better place to be. Well maybe I could think of one.

'We know.' There're multiple voices at once making me feel dizzy. I can faintly feel someone's arm around my waist holding me up.

'Y/n you've gotta drink some water, and we need to get you home safe, okay?' I can't tell who's talking but either way I'm not very fond of them at the moment.

'What nooooo I'm having so much fun!!!'

'I know you are love but think about how nice it'd feel to be curled up in bed right now. We can even go to mine if you don't want to go home.' Their voice is gentle, much like their arm around me. Finally, looking at them, it takes my eyes a minute to focus on their feature but once I do I recognise him to be Yoongi.

'I wanna stay with our friends though. haven't seen them in so long.' I'm pouting at this point, but I can't find it in me to be embarrassed.

'We'll see them again. Sounds good yeah? But for tonight it's time to sleep.'

'Can I say goodbye first?' My mood has suffered a drastic shift in the last couple of moments.

He nods in reply and I peel myself away from him to give my friends hugs goodbye.

After I've made it round the whole group I begin to hear some sort of bickering.

'So you thought it was a good idea to call him?' Looking over at the noise I see Yoongi, Namjoon and...

'Tae?' Now all of their attention is on me.

'Y/nie.'

'What are you doing here?' I slur, being genuinely confused. 'Did you come to join us?'

'Not quite, no.'

'Oh.' I deflate, hoping that we could all continue drinking.

'He's here to take you home y/n.' Namjoon gives me a soft smile.

'Oh. But I thought I was going home with Yoongi?' Tilting my head I give the boys a questioning gaze.

Taehyung starts to walk towards me, 'Not any more, I'm gonna to take care of you from now on, okay?'

My face lights up at this, 'Okay!' It comes out with a giggle. My carefree happiness seem to be matched with his.

He's smiling down at me and I swear everything feels right in this moment.

Why have I been avoiding him again? I swear I'll never avoid him again because this feeling is something I never want to let go of.

But then again, it might just be that alcohol that's making me feel this way. I decide not to dwell on that thought though, I just want to enjoy this while it lasts.

'Let's get going then.' He's still smiling at me. His boxy smile that does things to my heart. The disappointment of leaving that I felt before is long gone as he grabs my hand to lead me to his car.

I almost forget to say a last goodbye to the others as I stare at our hands connected.

Giving them a quick wave my eyes settle on Yoongi first, he doesn’t seem happy at all. It confuses me, but I’m too carefree to linger on that fact and I soon forget when my eyes land on Mina, Jin's plus one for the night, I giggle as she gives me a wink. She's awfully kind and the memory of how Jin Hyung was doting over her has me yet again giggling. He looked so smitten with her.

Winking back I whisper at her, 'Make sure he works for it.' Although by the way I hear Jin choke and curse at what I mean I don't think I quite executed the discretion I was hoping for.

By this point I'm not really paying attention, too rapped up on how Tae helps me into the passenger seat and straps me in. Far too focused on the way he strokes my hair behind my ear and asks how I'm feeling from his squatting position. Replaying the words that came out in a stolen whisper.

When I finally reply with a soft nod his hand retreats from my face, and he circles the car. I'm disappointed for a moment, until he enters the car and suddenly everything's alright again.

Wanting the contact back I grab his hand and draw it over onto my lap. He seems startled by this, his wide eyes gazing at me, but I just smile back. He eventually returns my gesture and sets his eyes onto the road ahead.

The car ride seems to last an eternity yet not nearly long enough. His thumb is moving in slow circles over my hand and I swear this is the most content I've ever felt.

He's humming along to the distant sound of the quiet music that is coming from the radio. It's a slow and romantic song.

Finding it hard to remove my gaze from his side profile, I eventually decide to gaze out of the window instead. The view is beautiful. Putting the window down I relish in the feeling if the delicate wind blowing through my hair.

This. This is a better place to be I think.

The moment is so perfect, and I find myself being disappointed when I start to recognise the street we're going down. Knowing this moment inevitably has to end. That this feeling has to end.

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a/n: fluff fluff and more fluff… hope yous enjoy it before it all falls apart 😁

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[late-night-cabaret]

Such depraved minds, they have. But Oliver wouldn’t go ahead and act so disrespectful. Nope.

So he definitely wasn’t staring at Yancy’s bare chest and the miles of tanned skin and hard-earned muscle that accompanied it. He also wouldn’t be peeking at him through the corner of his eye as he sits and pretends to do something when he’s doing nothing at all.

Although the way he clears his throat and shifts in his seat doesn’t really help his case, forced to stare off at anything but him and his ridiculously god-crafted body. So go away, he’s not doing a single thing.

… Yeah.

Yeah. Right.

Oliver would've had an easier time convincing someone that the sky was actually green than trying to act like he wasn't two seconds away from begging Yancy to let him touch him. And even though he wouldn't really need to beg at all, that didn't mean the idea of it wasn't enticing to the mob boss.

So he plays along. Up until he doesn't, which is right around the time that he hears Oliver clearing his throat.

Walking behind where the spirit is sitting, Yancy leans down, careful not to actually touch him yet. Only getting close enough so that Oliver can feel the heat radiate off of him. From exposed skin and his breath as he speaks lowly near his ear. "You don't gotta keep up appearances around me, sweetheart. You can look all you want." Leaning in just a little more, his voice lowers accordingly. "And if you ask real nice, I may even let you touch..."

Then he's standing up straight again, moving to his destination of the bedroom as he continues undressing.

#hi Oliver your roommate is a shit /aff #enjoy the show~ (ask) #featuring! lost soul in time

[arcanekai]

Freedom

Kaedehara Kazuha Oneshot

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Summary: Stand alone spin off from Dear Detective. Kazuha doesn't know what to do about his soulmate mark, he gets some advise from his senpai at work.

cw: Modern Au, Soulmate Au

an: I had this idea in the works for a while, might turn it into a Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! Reader spin off.

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For someone who doesn't care all that much about meeting his soulmate, Kaedehara Kazuha seemed pretty interested in his own soulmate tattoo recently.  He believed that people should be able to choose who they love and not let fate decide otherwise.  So why was he looking so intently at it?  He was pondering if he should get his tattoo removed.  After hearing what happened to his childhood and best friend Shikanoin Heizou, Kazuha was concerned with this whole soulmate ordeal.  It has caused nothing but pain to his friend and to so many other people, so why does this thing even exist?  

Should he just go through with it and get it removed so this burden can be lifted off him?  He doesn’t want to feel guilty for denying his soulmate of this once in a lifetime chance as it isn’t his decision to do so, but at the same time isn't that his decision too?   It was all very frustrating for Kazuha as he never really thought too much about it.  Kazuha frowns at the tattoo on his right wrist which never got this much attention to begin with, always being covered by bandages. 

"So Kazuha, what's got you so down in the dumps?" 

Kazuha looks where the voice came from and there stands his boss, Beidou.  The owner of the Alcor, a Cafe/bar that is quite popular in Liyue.  

"It is nothing too important, besides we have to open the shop soon." replied the platinum blonde. 

"Oh really?  I'm sure the customers won't mind if we open a little later. Besides, if my most popular employee doesn't have his signature smile, how would the customers feel?" 

Kazuha's face was slowly tinting pink from embarrassment.  Kazuha knows that there are a couple of regular customers that like to chat with him when he is working the counter, but poor Kazuha is a little dense when it comes to flirting.  There were a couple of times when people flirted with him, but Kazuha didn't know it was directed to him because the majority of the time he was with Tomo and he is much more popular.  So being called popular was something Kazuha could never get used to.  He liked being in the background and observing nature.  Being in the limelight was more Tomo's speed. 

"Are you picking favorites?  How could you?"

Kazuha looked over his shoulder to see his senpai.  They had a shocked and hurt expression on their face that soon turned into a grin. 

"And here I thought I was going to be missed.  So, are we opening shop or what?" 

"Yeah yeah, I'm on it.  We're going to continue this conversation later through Kazuha." Beidou said with a laugh as she walked toward the double doors. 

"Come on, are you going to help me or what?" his senpai said while motioning with their hand to follow them. 

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With his shift finally over, Kazuha let out a large sigh.  The mornings were always hectic, but today was especially busy.  Another sign escapes his lips as his senpai walks through the break room doors.  

"So, what's on your mind?" they ask as they take a seat across from him.  "And none of that 'I'm fine, it's nothing' bullshit.  I've known you long enough to know when you're lying."

"...What do you think of soulmate tattoos?"

"hmm, well for starters, I was born with one, but my parents had it removed when I was a kid because they thought it was best if I didn't have one.  Something along the lines of not wanting fate to decide my life and letting me choose how I want to live, to love.  So, I guess I don't really care too much about them."

"So you have no idea who your soulmate is?  Would you want to meet them?" 

"Nope, and I'm keeping it that way because I have no need for one.  Besides I got the tattoo and string removed, so I'm a free soul.  Why the sudden curiosity?" 

"... My friend recently broke up with their soulmate after they cheated on him.  I was just wondering if I should get mine removed in case something like that happens to me.  However, I can't just deny my soulmate's existence an-"

"Kazuha"

He looked up and saw his senpai's face.  Empathy and concern written all over their face. 

"You shouldn't base this decision solely on being afraid of heartbreak.  I know it's not an easy thing to deal with, but you should be making this decision because you want it.  Your decision is your choice and you don't need to know what your soulmate thinks about it.  It's your body and you get to decide what you want to do with it.  I don't want to sway your decision, but it's your life."

Kazuha looked down at his tattoo again and smiled, 

"...thanks, I needed to hear that. I think I know what I want to do now."

"That's good to hear, but I did not expect you to come to a decision so quickly." his senpai chuckled while standing up from their chair.  

"Well, I think that's enough serious talk for one day.  Are you going to head home soon?" 

"Yeah, oh but there is one thing I was wondering about.  You mentioned it briefly earlier.  How do you remove the red string of fate?" 

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Stepping out of the shop and onto the sidewalk, a light breeze blowing in the wind, Kazuha looked up to the sky and smiled. 

Freedom never felt so good. 

#genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #soulmate au #modern au #beidou

[fatalism-and-villainy]

God, there are just so many things wrong with that show that I can't even catalogue them all. But beyond the fact that the characterization and setting are, imo, paper-thin, there's the fact that every possible form of conflict in the central relationship was almost immediately smoothed over and brushed aside. It's infuriating because, while I don't like an endless cycle of conflict that feels pointless and contrived and like it's only there to pad out runtime, I do think it's imperative for a primarily romance-focused narrative to actually deal with the major roadblocks to the couple getting together. Especially if they're established to have differing worldviews the way these two though.

But here it was just like - "oh nooo, I crossed the line by sleeping with my bodyguard!" (with no mention of the fact that Porsche was fucking drugged during that encounter, something that gave me a LOT more pause than the power differential??), which is something you'd think would actually be a source of not only conflict but considerable eroticism in this kind of relationship (of the "we shouldn't be doing this but we're so inexorably drawn to each other, how do we balance our feelings with our professional regard for and duty to each other" variety). But then, no, after angsting about it for one moment while lost in the wilderness, then suddenly Kinn's just putting Porsche's hand on his dick like it's nothing, and then they're secretly hooking up all over the place without apparently feeling much trepidation. And then there's the question of, well, what if someone finds out, and there are problems there? But no, Kinn's dad is just totally fine with Porsche living with them even if he can't keep his position.

And then there's the whole matter of Kinn's last relationship having ended because he fucking shot the guy, because the boyfriend in question was selling his family's secrets. You know, the kind of thing that might be a problem in forming future relationships! And that might make a potential boyfriend a little nervous about getting involved with you! And it is danced around as a possible source of conflict, what with the ~omg Kinn is injured~ hinting, and then the dramatic reveal of what happened. But the only way it really comes to a head is Porsche's momentary "after what you did to your ex-boyfriend?!" outburst - and then they just have sex about it and it's fine, clearly no more problems here! And even Tawan coming back isn't successful in seriously turning them against each other - even in moments where you'd think Kinn would lose trust in Porsche, nope! He knew that Tawan was sketchy all along and doesn't seem to consider Porsche really betraying him in that situation to be a possibility! Their trust in each other just seems to hold out no matter what through narrative contrivance alone, even when it hasn't been earned.

Like..... god damn. It gets to the point where I have to wonder, why are these people even in love in the first place?? Sure, their love ~conquers all~ or whatever, but what is it built on? What have they really worked through? What kind of deeper knowledge of themselves, or shift in worldview, have they really achieved through each other (i.e. the thing that makes a romance feel narratively satisfying)? There's just no bite or tension or payoff, really, it's just a bunch of padded out wish fulfillment cutsiness about them going on dates and other such fluff that should just be relegated to fanfic. It really is so utterly toothless and insipid.

#and even though vegas/pete rearranged my brain it had the same damn problem of glossing everything over #and wrapping it up neatly #to a lesser extent #and even those two i'm loathe to do anything with just because the source material around them is so flimsy #fandom natterings #alpha watches kinnporsche

[darkhorse-javert]

A meet 'Queue-te'

When the Queue for the Lying in State was going on, someone suggested the idea of a, meet cute in the Queue- a meet 'Queuete' as it were (Their name, not mine.) -

if anyone can find this post, please let me know, I'd like to attribute this idea properly.

I thought I'd give it a go, for Sam and Andrew, it is distinctly less disasterous than their meeting in Canon.

"So where have you come from?" She addresses the man- about her age- queued in front of her. It seems a safe enough question to ask, an easy touchstone of politeness, while breaking the very British silence and reserve.

“Anglesey,” he answers as he turns towards her- and yes, thinks Sam that is an RAF uniform, there’s a flash of silver from his flying-wings as the lapel moves-  "Although I'm from Hastings." He tips his head, eyes on her, possibly looking her over. "You?" 

"Lyminster- it's a little south of Arundel, just off the coast." Sam hurries to place it in context, at the slight blankness on the young man's face. Lyminster, little village with a knucker hole that no one has ever heard of. 

"Ah," he says, "Then we're neighbors by coast, of a sort." He smiles, a fun, rather boyish smile.

Boldly she holds out a hand and he shakes it neatly, politely, not stiffly. “I'm Andrew Foyle."

"Sam Stewart,” She replies Samantha really, but I like Sam." His brown eyes sparkle at that, something close to fellow feeling, or certainly understanding.

“What do you fly in Anglesea?' Her curiosity won't be contained, even if she is guessing that he flies.

"Planes- Fighter Jets, F22- and no, I never met Prince William, he'd left before I was posted, before I even had my commission. Anyway we were in different sections. He was air-sea rescue

There’s an air of recitation to the second bit, and she nearly laughs at it,"You get asked that a lot then?”

The man, Andrew, rolls his eyes heavenward dramatically "You have no idea. It seems to be the main fact civilians have retained about the RAF in Anglesea. Now if they asked me about running the Mach Loop, that would be another matter.

"The Mach Loop?" Mach is something to do with speed, the speed of sound she thinks

“Oops, he drops his head a little, a slight bashful twist to his face smile "It's part of the Welsh valleys where we practise low flying, the photographer-lot love it.” his eyes gleam "So do I."

“It sounds,” she says slowly trying to keep her words sensible, Manners, Samantha “Rather dangerous…”

“You mean you think we’re utterly mad.” Andrew says easily, “It is dangerous, but then so is anything with one of those Jets, they’re so quick and powerful. The Brass don't let you run it until you're trained enough.”  His eyes are distant for a moment, caught somewhere. The Welsh valleys probably, or elsewhere in the sky, then his expression clears and he glances along the flow of people, ahead of them and back down the river. Then shakes his head ever so slightly.

She knows what he’s thinking, So many people, so so many people come to pay their respects. It’s not a surprise, not really, but the sheer scale of it in reality is something else. She was loved, and a part of all our lives forever, something we could  be sure of, through all the changes the world threw at us. And yet, now she’s gone- and we'll never see her again. 

“Not sunk in yet?” Andrew says softly

She shakes her head slowly, “No.” Her voice is slightly unsteady to her ears  It should have, surely, we’ve known for a week now, prayers memorial and the condolence book in the church, Dad out at all hours consoling people. “Not properly.”

“Me neither.”

They stand there in quiet silence, a dull humm of chatter, the rush of the wind, noises around them. In the distance, a flag pole, it’s contents at half-mast, shifting slightly in the air, then move forwards with the shuffling flow of the queue.

“Did you ever meet her?” She asks quietly.

Andrew shakes his head sharply once “Nope.” But his face curls into a smile. “One of my mates did though, just after he’d got back and been given his DFC. Said she made you feel like you were the one that mattered, even in a room full of people… and that she teased him about how he fitted into a cockpit-” Sam threw him a look, but Andrew was already carrying on, heedless “Which given Rex is 6’ 2” in his socks, never mind his dress shoes, is a fair question to ask.” 

“What did he reply?” Sam felt her lips turning up in a smile at the mere thought, the mental image of the fairly diminutive queen with a much taller RAF man.

“That he was very good at folding up.”

The laughter splutters out of her, even though it feels undignified in this circumstance, and when she looks at her new friend, his eyes are alight too, “Apparently Her Majesty found it quite amusing as well, she had a good sense of humour.”

“That’s what you’ve heard isn’t it, in all the comments, in all the stories people have told; her sense of fun, her kindness…” Her smile, the brightness, in all the pictures, even to the very end, last Tuesday…  She gives herself a little shake, tears can wait until later. 

They shuffle a few steps further forwards, and the wind off the river nips her cheeks sharply with its ice.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Andrew’s head swivels, that’s really the only word for it, towards her,. “You have hot coffee?”

Sam opens her bag, and tugs out the battered old thermos from the side, holding it up triumphantly. Andrew’s eyes widen, focusing closely on the flask “Yes… Please.”

She has to pass the Thermos over in order to rescue a spare plastic mug from her bag, glad she had thought to pack them.  Andrew passes it back, and takes the mug instead, holding it out to be filled. She watches around her own rim as he curls his fingers around the mug, and takes a long sip.

“MMmm… Ten times better than the Naafi stuff, and that in the Mess.”

“Naffi?” Sam queries 

“‘Navy, Army and Air Force Institutes’, they run the base shop, run most of them in the country actually.” Andrew takes another sip of the coffee, looks back at her with a slight frown, his tone careful “You do realise you’re going to lose that Thermos at the Bag Check, don’t you? It’s clear bottles only.”

She nods with her mouth full, then swallows as soon as she can, to answer “It's the oldest, most battered Thermos in the vicarage, we’ve got half a dozen others. That's why I brought it… it doesn’t matter.”

Andrew’s nod seems to be approving,with a little humm in his throat, “The coffee does though,” he toasts her with the mug, “Thanks.”

Sam finds herself smiling broadly at his enthusiasm “You’re welcome.”

#sam stewart #andrew foyle #foyle's war #modern au #current events

[sunnyie-eve]

FOUR

Series: Life Lesson || Sorority Boys

Paring: (Adam/ Adina x OFC!)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: language

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Mia woke up before her alarm went off so she got ready for the day. As she was fixing her hair she heard banging coming from the room over.

"You girls okay in there?" Mia knocks on their door.

"We're fine." Dave calls out.

"Just wanted to make sure." Mia heads downstairs to eat something.

"You have work today again, right?" Leah joins me in the kitchen.

"Yes, and I hope my stalker doesn't show up again." Mia makes a glass of water.

"Stalker?" Leah raises an eyebrow.

"Some guy who got shunned from K.O.K that hit me with his guitar and thought that type of hitting on me would work." Mia rolls her eyes telling her sister.

"Why do you call him your stalker?" Leah laughs.

"He only knows I'm a D.O.G because he saw me come in and out of the house." Mia explains.

"He must really want you if he's keeping an eye on you." Leah nods her head making Mia whine.

"God please don't let him show up."

On campus in the halls after a few classes, Adam sees Mia looking bored as a guy talks to her. "Mia, I'll be right back after I use the bathroom." Adam walks up to her because he's noticed girls always in groups when one says that they have to go.

"Excuse me, I have to go too." Mia smiles at the guy leaving with Adina.

"You don't have to go do you?" Adam asks her.

"Nope, but he couldn't take a hint like most guys." Mia says as they wait in line for the bathroom.

"This line is fucking ridiculous." Adam says looking ahead of him.

"Guys have it easy." Mia smiles at him.

"Yeah." He smiles back.

When it was a break in Mia's schedule she goes outside to eat getting food from a stand. As she was eating and working on a paper, Adam goes over to her.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asks her.

"Take a seat, Adina." She moves her bag out of the seat.

"Do you have work today again?" He asks watching her as she keeps her eyes on her paper.

"Yeah, two to four today." Mia focus on her paper.

Mia had this little habit that when she focuses hard she poked her tongue out a bit.

"That's cute." Adam speaks out loud.

"Huh?" Mia looks up at him.

"You're shirt today is cute." He smiles pointing at it.

"Yours is too. I like the ruffles." Mia reaches over messing with it.

As Mia goes back to working and eating, Adam just watches her trying to figure out what his plan is. "What's your ideal type? Mine is a sporty funny guy." He laughs.

"Respectful, knows boundaries, funny but knows when to be serious, sporty too but not too cocky, caring, isn't afraid to show his sensitive side." Mia lists some things making Adam think this was never going to work.

"I gotta get to my next class. See you at the house." Mia gets up leaving Adam alone.

-

"What are you doing?" Dave asks Adam as he looks through his clothes trying to find something that Mia can't drag him for like his beanie.

"I gotta meet Mia at her job. It's about halfway through her shift." Adam throws his bag over his shoulder.

"What are you trying to get out of this? She's a nice girl." Dave sighs at his friend.

"I have to get her to like me. I don't care about the hooking up. I just hate when a girl that hot doesn't even like me. Now, I gotta go." Adam starts to leave but stops. "I need some money."

"We don't have any dude." Dave gives him a look so Adam goes around the house asking for a few dollars before leaving the house finding a place to change out of his Adina wear.

Once again being careful not to be seen, he makes his way over to Mia. "You again?" She raises an eyebrow.

"I have money this time." He pulls it out of his pocket.

"What kind of drink would you like then?" She gives him a fake smile and he tells her.

As she makes his drink he notices her little habit again, "Is that you're focusing habit?" He asks her.

She looks at him since that means he was staring at her. "Give me a second. Someone is behind you. What can I get you?" She asks the guy behind him.

"A water along with your number." He winks at her.

"How about just the water." She tosses it at him.

"Come on a skank like you always gives out their numbers." Her jaw drops.

"Dude, just take your water and leave her alone. Do you think calling her that is going to help you get laid? Fuck off, man." Adam stands up for her so the guy walks away not even paying for the bottle.

"Hey! That's $3 out of my pay you asshole!" Mia shouts at him. "Fucking dick." She curses going back to finish Adam's drink. "That will be $5.27." Mia tells him and he hands her $8.27.

"So the three doesn't come out of your pay. I'm sure the pay is shitty." He takes his drink from her.

"Thanks, umm... I never got your name." She says.

"Adam... and you're Mia." He points at her name tag.

"You didn't have to speak up for me by the way or even pay for his water." She tells him.

"He shouldn't call you what you're not and I'm being nice by paying." He says making her laugh.

"I'm sure you've called girls the same but behind their backs."

Adam huffs, "Yeah, you caught me there."

"So why? Why are you being nice to me? Because-," She gets cut off by him.

"I'm not trying to hook up with you so don't worry. I just wanted to have a conversation with you." He says making her shut up.

"So do you like sports?" He takes a seat at the table the closest to the stand.

"I watch but don't play any." Mia talks while she works.

"What's your favorite?" He asks watching her clean up some.

"Baseball, Football, Soccer then others." She laughs at herself.

"I like football mostly." He says making her turn to look at him. "What?" He asks confused.

"Nothing." She shakes her head.

Adam decides to leave her alone after he finishes his drink to go back to the house being Adina again. "I'm getting somewhere." Adam smiles walking into the room.

"With what man?" Doofer asks having no clue what he was talking about because he doesn't pay attention when they talk most of the time.

"Mia, dude." Adam goes to his side of the room.

"By lying about who you are?" Dave chuckles.

"Surprisingly no. Just by being nice to her. I stood up for her and paid some for some guy's water so it wouldn't come out of her pay."

"That's not like you at all so lying." Dave corrects him.

"Fuck off."

-

"I'm gonna take a shower." Mia says walking into the house letting the girls know.

Mia changes out of her clothes and puts her robe on grabbing her towel heading to the bathroom. She relaxes for a bit before actually showering because she was tired from papers and work. After finishing she wraps her towel around her right as the bathroom door opens.

Adam stares at her in just a towel blinking at her, "Not used to seeing your housemates in just a towel huh?" Mia laughs. "Some of us are comfortable showing each other and some aren't being self-conscious. That's why we normally tell each other and I forgot you girls."

"I wasn't sure if you didn't want to be seen so I didn't know how to react." Adam tells her.

"I don't have a problem because I'm confident in my body." Mia laughs.

"I just had to pee." Adam points at the door going in. As he turns to shut the door he sees the bare backside of Mia as she dries off putting on her robe. "Fuck."

#Sorority Boys #2002 movies #adam #adina #doofer #roberta #dave #dasiy #michael rosenbaum #harland williams #barry watson #frat boys #comedy #ff #fanifiction #fanfic

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

----

The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

--

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

-----

The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

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Lisa

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Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

---

"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

-----

Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

-----

Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

---

Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.

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LOVE IS STRANGE

PAIRING: Poe Dameron x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k SUMMARY: The union of Ireca and Mohash may seem a typical cliche of love in comparison to your depressingly lonely state, but when a certain poster boy pilot emerges during the celebration, you wonder if love works in other underlying ways. A/N: I found this in my google docs, first written about a year ago. so, wohoo i present to you my first ever poe dameron content, i think? he's so charming and carelessly beautiful. please leave a comment and tell me what you think or what else you'll like to see from me 💖 gif by @john-seed from this gifst WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, space swearing. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

Love is strange. Delicate yet fierce. So forceful that it manages to seep through the cracks created by bombs and gunfire of war. Unexpected at times, appearing out of nowhere. Yet, it’s beautiful because it brings those with beautiful hearts and minds together, entangled in the constant dance of intimacy and devotion.

It’s what Ireca and Mohash have.

Ireca was from the Logistic division, a mechanic herself and your colleague. She was to be married to her long-time lover, Mohash, a flight engineer for the Cobalt Squadron. As far as cliches go, wartime love falls along the lines of a romance cliche. Yet, war was all you’ve known. It’s what everyone has ever known. It’s common to develop some kind of a feeling other than the constant emotions during battle—fondness, the feeling of falling in love with someone. It’s truly what we stay alive for.

Maybe that’s why you hate it so much. The absence of the feeling that everyone describes as so fucking amazing that it completes you. You feel empty most of the time. It’s definitely the reason why you put all your effort into fixing things you can rather than complicated problems and issues that continue to reside in your mind, especially in the wake of midnight.

You find yourself sitting by the makeshift bar, tucked away from the crowd of friends and colleagues. There’s music playing, the sound of drums, and the seven-string hallikset reminds you of your brief visit to Naboo three cycles ago. You’re nursing a warm cup of something that tastes closer to acid water than alcohol.

Ireca emerges from the crowd with flowers in her braided hair. She approaches you with a bright smile and calls out your name wistfully. You shoot a strained smile her way, feeling the bags under your eyes weigh a little more. “What are you doing here all by yourself, huh?” she asks, leaning against the bar with a gentle pat on your shoulder.

“I’m just really tired. Last night was rough. Plus, I’m behind schedule.” you sighed heavily, running your fingers through your hair. She flashed you a smile of sympathy as you continued, “I’m sorry, Ireca. Don’t let me ruin your night. Go, have fun.”

She raises an eyebrow as you take another sip from your cup.

"Go. I'm sure you don't want to miss Mohash's special performance." You gesture to a drunk Mohash, who seemed to be searching for the woman. Ireca merely laughed. "Oh, it sure is going to be special." With a gentle touch to your back and wave, you watch her make her way into the swarm of bodies. You're left alone once again.

You’re still trying to figure out how Mohash even got hold of any sort of alcohol and managed to smuggle it into the base. Someone must have nicked it during one of the previous missions in the Mid Rim.

You rub your eyes, half-awake at this point; your cup is placed beside you as you rest your head against your folded arms on the table. Your mind is in a daze and incapable of irrational thought, deciding it would be best to just camp out here, by the makeshift bar, for the night. You were too tired to drag yourself all the way to your quarters, which felt like miles away, in the first place.

As sleep began to weigh heavy upon your eyelids, you suddenly felt a sharp tap on your shoulder. A soft groan escaped your lips as you shifted your head, still resting on your arms, just enough to peek at your sleep intruder.

It’s Poe Dameron. Commander and Black Leader. Incredibly talented, confident, and effortlessly handsome.

Ugh, you hate this guy.

Yet, you don’t feel so tired anymore.

“Are you drunk?” There’s amusement in his voice with a tinge of mockery. It made you realize the stun you were pulling. Classic Dameron. It was supposed to be a happy ceremony, but it was truly Ireca’s fault for manipulating you into coming tonight. Parties, events, and social gatherings were never right up your alley. You prefer spending time with machinery and your greasy hands.

Poe’s eyes are gleaming under the fluorescent lights, filled with concern, but you spot the smugness in his emerging smile. A flash of a thought, you kind of want to feel his lips on yours. The image immediately stings. You want to gag.

Poe is irritating, arrogant, and careless. Not charming. Nope, definitely not charming.

You straighten yourself, trying to shake off the burning image, shoving it to the back of your head. You lift your head, propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin on the heel of your hand. “You actually think I’ll even touch that bantha shit?”

Tearing your eyes away from Poe, you reach for your cup only to realize it was empty. He casts you a look. Your eyes shoot daggers with an extended pointer finger his way, “Don’t you dare say anything, flyboy.”

Poe raises his palms in defense, lips pursing. “Wasn’t going to.”

You catch a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, one hand discreetly reaching under his tawny leather jacket. Then, a bottle of Corellian whiskey emerges, shining under the lights of the Resistance hangar. Your face lights up at the recognition of the bottle, memories of your rare trips to Corellia, sharing whiskey drinks with your colleagues. It was the only planet you’d been to ever since you joined the Resistance.

You’ve only tasted Corellian whiskey once because of how expensive it is. You’ll happily get drunk to that in a heartbeat. Drink the worry and sorrow away with the lingering taste of frankly exorbitant whiskey.

Like a child with grabby hands, you reach for the bottle, but as your fingers brush his, Poe quickly lifts it to the air and away from you. He smacks your hand away. You whine, feeling a little lightheaded. The contents of the mysterious drink are starting to kick in.

What the blinkin' mradhe muck was in that drink?

“What do you want from me? It’s not like I have a drinking problem.”

He’s giving you that look like he’s judging you, but with a hint of amusement at the slight tug of the corner of his mouth. “You definitely have a drinking problem, but... i'll let you drink this on one condition.”

“For kriff’s sake,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, glancing away. “I’m not doing any weird wacky favors for you, Dameron.”

He scoffs, expression bewildered. “Hey, I don’t ask for weird wacky favors,” He articulates his words with a defensive tone, index finger stretched to your face. You simply smack it away as Poe clicks his tongue and continues to clarify his proposition. “All I’m asking is for you to fix my ship.”

Your wide-eyed gaze flies to him, shaking your head furiously. “Oh, no, no. No. Never in a million cycles. Never in a million millennials. Nuh-uh—”

“Hey, quit being dramatic. It’s a simple job.”

Your eyes grow even wider, voice raising. “A simple job? You fly that ship of yours like we have hundreds of spare ones. I’m not putting all my time and effort into fixing a lost cause.”

“But you haven’t even—”

“No. I’m not fixing your ship, and that’s final.”

Poe blinks and you’re back to fussing over your empty cup. The chatter of the crowd grows louder as a group of pilots of the Cobalt Squadron began rendering verses of an unknown traditional drinking song to your ears. You steal a look to only find Ireca and Mohash amidst a dance, tangled in each other's arms.

He eyes closely, noticing the turn of your lips, trained eyes deem melancholy. He knows the face of a loner very well—usually recruits with lost family and homes. They enlist in a mass community of freedom fighters for the restoration of good in the universe, and to finally feel a sense of familiarity and belonging. He doesn’t know much about you but he knows you don’t truly have anyone to depend on but yourself. It’s the reason why you’re constantly fierce.

Poe clears his throat, shifting closer to you as he watches the way you carry your gradual gaze to hold his. They then flit to the space between the two of you, raised eyebrows acknowledging the weird close proximity of his presence to yours.

“Look, you’re the best mechanic there ever was and probably ever will be. So, fix my ship, and you get to have this Corellian beauty. All of it.” He sways the bottle in the air, but you don’t look at it.

“You know, that’s bribery.”

“Yes, and it’s working.”

You scoff. “No, it isn’t.”

Poe laughs. “Yes, it is. I can see it in your eyes.”

Another scoff, you look fully aggravated. “How dense do you think I am?”

“Oh, very, but let’s not get into that.”

Bickering was the only language the two of you spoke fluently when you found yourselves tangled in a conversation with one another. Thrown insults were spoken lies—saying you hate each other when you know that isn’t true. Well, at least you don’t mean it and you hoped Poe didn’t either.

You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. For once, kindness and acceptance seem to be the easiest route.

A sigh passes your lips as you blink up to the ceiling, sending a silent prayer for blessings from the Maker above. “You’re right. I am dense. Truly dense. So, yeah. Okay. I’ll fix that stupid X-Wing of yours.”

Poe blinks, dumbfounded. “Wait, really?”

With a roll of your eyes, they meet his very own wide ones. “Yes, really. Only because you complimented me. Now, hand me that Corellian whiskey before I change my mind.”

He then makes a sound that resonates between a cough and a pleasantly surprised laugh, eyes crinkling with delight. Poe happily and absentmindedly passes the whiskey to you, still reacting like your agreement is some sort of object of ridicule in the best way possible.

“Wow—Maker, you have no idea what kind of trouble you’re saving me from. If the General ever found out—man, pfft. Thank you. Thank you so much—”

A swift and unexpected motion, he is reaching you, palms clasp and either side of your face, and plants a quick peck on the side of your left temple.

Poe isn’t thinking straight.

There you are, mid-swig, lips so close to the rim of the bottle with eyes so wide. You steal a steady glance at the pilot whose expression seems to reflect yours. His hands are still on your cheeks. He’s unbelievably close to you and he’s staring with that stupid look of his.

‘Maker, preserve me.’

A cheer erupts from the crowd from across the space and just like that, the moment is gone. Whatever the moment even was. His touch is no longer on yours and his gaze shifting away.

The tension, however, is still very present.

You finally take a swig of the whiskey, wanting to ease the sudden tightness in your chest. You hum at the stinging sensation on your tongue. You catch a glimpse of Poe from the corner of your eye who busies himself with tapping his fingers nervously against the surface of the bar.

Then, in an awkward motion, you stretch your arm to him, offering the drink.

A beat. His gaze shifts between you and your hand. When he finally gives in, a smile curves upon his lips, fingers brushing against yours. They’re delicate and you smile at him. It's small, but it makes his heart skip a beat and you wonder to yourself about the strangeness of love.

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♡Childe x Reader ♡

I spy with my little eye....

▪|Modern AU

▪| fluff

▪|Slight mentions of Physical fighting

▪|Enjoy!~♡

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Tonights drive was just like last friday's.

Loud, a bit of crying and the faint smell of alcohol.

"Babyyyyyy" He called out to you from the

back seat, "Babbbyyyy!!!..." He called once more

"What is it Babe?" You reply, the sound of your voice raspy caused by your tiredness. You just picked up Childe from Kaeya's place, the moment you got there you saw Childe hugging one of Kaeya's throw pillows, chanting your name as he took another sip of wine, with a swirly straw.

"Babe do you still love me?" He asked, his face curled into a sad pout, It was one of his usual questions whenever you drive him home in a drunk state

"Yes Ajax, for the 7th time I love you..." you chuckled, setting the stick shift into Drive(S) the pace of your car increasing as it went down the hill you drove on, ".. I always do." You smiled at him from your car's front mirror. He hummed rising up to sit down and get a better view of you from the said mirror, your eyebags noticable and make up fadely smudged. His face morphed into a smile, even though you looked like a total mess right now he still found you incerdibly gorgeous.

I mean, that's how you met after all.

Long story short, you got into a fight with someone, a physical one. Resulting in you having scratches and messed up hair.

As you walked out of the bar he approached you and asked if you'd like a drink with him.

Wanting to get your mind off of what had just happened, you took his offer, telling him to fuck off if he ever plans on trying something weird on you. He reassured you that he's only interested in getting to know you (and interested at the fact that you can flip someone off your shoulder that was basically twice your height) you two got along, not bothering to fix yourself up you focused on him. He was kind enough not to mind your attire at the moment but did made you feel something when he brushed a strand of hair behind you ear.

Things got a bit intimate and he offered to take you home, but you refused, telling him that you already have a car. Asking for your number instead he admits that he wanted to see you again, you smiled, giving him your number (but it was actually the number to your burner phone, you gave him that for now.)

Throughout your phonecall talks with him you realized that he was actually the kind of guy you'd want to be with for so long. He had a good sense of humor, he was affectionate, he'd even leave you sweet messages (in your actual phone number this time) it took a few more weeks before you started dating him, and you were quite surprised that he stayed with you for this long, in your old relationships you're usually the one who often got drunk and made little embarrassing monologues that you didn't really remember.

But this time it's him, the things he'd say were actually adorable whenever he's drunk. He'd tell you a few things you already knew and sometimes call you long nicknames,( he once called you 'My lovely paradise of escape') you didn't really mind it, if anything it made you feel more loved. Sometimes it was his turn to drive your drunk-ass home, but when it was him it was never a boring drive home.

"I spy.... with my little eye... something gorgeous... glowing and an eye candy..!" He grins, still tipsy as he hiccuped from here and there.

"Oh, is it me?" You yawned

"Nope, it's the magical girl figurine key chain in your car keys"

It's always the magical girl key chain.

You laughed, not getting tired from the same joke he used last time,

You really loved him, you never knew you'd feel this loved and appreciated, you never really believed you deserved someone as amazing as Ajax, but he always made sure to remind you that you will forever be his and he will forever be yours. You trusted him and you made sure to never break that promise.

He was getting a bit sober, his face having a tint of red as he leaned his head onto your car's seat, " (Y/n)..." he whispers

"Yes?" You smiled, turning the car to park outside your shared home.

"I wanna play another round of 'I spy'..." He stared at you through the mirror, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders, just in time for you to perfectly place the car's position outside the house.

"Sure, hit me with your best--"

"Can we go outside first?" He smiles,

Your face morphed in to a perplexed expression, yet you nodded and complied with his request

You both got out of the car, his face in front of you. Looking serious yet still a bit drunk,

"I spy... with my little eye, someone..." he gulped "someone I'd like to be with...for the rest of my life.... someone I'd dedicate my whole love and settle down...with them."

Your eyes were wide, you stared at him filled with anticipation, you didn't want to answer that, you wanted to hear it from him.

"W-who..?" You stuttered, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your sleeves,

He went closer to your face, cupping it and whispering "Candice..."

Your face was once again confused,

"Who's candi--"

"Candice ring fit in your finger?.." 

He looked at you dead in the eye, as his hand held an engagement ring.

...

You laughed, pulling him against your figure

"Why don't you find out?"

Smilling he kissed you, the taste of alcohol fresh against your lips. You bith smiled into the kiss, pressing your foreheads together when he slipped the ring into your ring finger.

"I love you (Y/n)..."

"I love you too Ajax..."

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This is my first Oneshot LMAO I didn't rlly think this all through i just had a random idea of Either Childe or Venti being drunk and making a "Candice ___ fit..." joke to (Y/n) XD

Hope ya'll liked it! Prbbly gonna make more fanfics abt Genshin Impact/Obey me/Twisted wonderland and some Animes

#childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin impact #genshin impact childe #ajax genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #fluff #candice ___ fit...