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elliesmainhoe · 4 months

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Ellie Williams Headcanons : RichOlderWoman!Ellie

I got this as an ask but Tumblr ate it 😱 so here you go anon.

Okay Okay. So, first things first, from day one Ellie was always adamant when saying that you were NEVER her sugar baby.

you were just her controversially young girlfriend who she liked to spoil and have perched on her lap during boring business meetings.

speaking of SPOLING-

she regularly takes you on trips to expensive high end malls which exclusively house designer brands and WILL buy you anything you look at as long as you hold her hand while you both walk around.

but CEO Ellie Williams is a busy woman, and doesn't always have a long enough interval between meetings to keep you company.

in those cases she simply kisses you cheek and forehead before handing you a small black card and saying "give me a show of everything you buy when I get home, hm?"

arthritis may be fast approaching but those hips do not slow

(jk she's only in her late thirties, and you know for a fact the extent of working out she does keeps her joints in check)

in fact she gives the best strap game. the experience and the variety of expensive toys and the regular gym routine = 🤩

always her arm candy

every once in a while after lovingly gazing at you for a little too long, looking at your soft supple thighs, pink lipstick coated lips and shiny hair cascading beautifully from your head. she feels insecure?

it's an odd feeling.

an unfamiliar feeling.

but Ellie is mature, it's one thing you admire about herand she knows that a problem won't be resolved unless she talks to you.

so she does, and as soon as the voices of concern fall from her lips, you soon put those thoughts to rest <333

she does the same to you!!

it was a normal day, you woke up to a cup of coffee on your bed side, a small pastry from your favorite bakery, a credit card and a note which read:

"Good Morning my love, I completely forgot about the early morning meeting I had today. I got you some pastries as an apology, I'm sorry we can't go shopping today like we planned, but here's my card and the driver can take you to the mall.

Love you pretty girl, Ellie x"

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it was a while later when Joel, your driver, pulled up outside the office building, you thanked him swiftly and walked quickly towards the automatic doors of 'Williams Enterprises Headquarters', expensive jimmy choo heels clicking against the concrete entrance. The security guard, Bob, nodded his head in greeting and you returned the gesture with a smile.

The receptionist was... different. the usual blonde haired girl was replaced by a middle aged woman with greying hair, deep set wrinkles imbedded in pale skin. "Hi what can I do for you today?" a high squeaky voice came from her mouth. a tone of voice you knew from years of retail work and customer service, you winced instinctively.

"Hi, I'm here to see Miss Williams." you reply, fingers tightening on the strap of the mulberry purse Ellie had gifted you for your 2nd anniversary a few months passed.

"hmmm. I don't see you on the schedule, do you have an appointment?" she smiled, the fakeness clear and tone of voice irritated.

"oh, uhm no. I'm her girlfriend" silence. the fake smile plastered on the woman's face falling, as she looked over behind her to a colleague who nodded in confirmation of the story you had given her.

"sorry if this is intrusive kid, but aren't you a little young." she spoke, and chewed a piece of him you hadn't noticed before rather obnoxiously. "I mean I can tell you're..." her eyes scanned your frame "reaping the benefits."

"I mean, god I can't blame you" she continued " if I had the looks and youth I once did I would happily suck off anyone for chanel. Now tell me doll, how much surgery has Mrs. Williams paid for you to have done, surely those tits aren't real?"

you quickly brushed past her, ignoring the intrusive questions and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor Ellie's office resided on.

the site of you immediately brought a smile onto your girlfriend's previously pinched and visibly frustrated face. "Hi pretty girl,", she pushed out her chair from behind her desk, patting her thigh for you to sit on. "Hi Els." the frown you couldn't quite erase from your features furrowed your brows in a way Ellie couldn't ignore.

"What happened baby? you upset with me for leaving earlier?" she asked softly, adjusting you on her lap and kissing your temple. "nah it's not that- I just-" your hands instinctively began playing with Ellie's fingers, twisting the ring on her index finger slowly. "the new lady, in reception. she said something-" you sighed. "and I just can't shake it."

"do you think that, I'm a burden? that the fact I'm so young means I'm leeching off you? I don't want to do that Ells. I like dresses and bags and makeup and you give that to me because you can, but I just- if you ever don't want to buy me stuff, please tell me Ells, I don't want to take and take and take when you don't want me to."

a soft chuckle shook Ellie's chest "pretty girl, look at me. The reason I work is to spoil you, the reason I go to these bullshit meetings with these stuckup assholes is to give you and me a life where money is no object. I love you sweet girl" she kissed your plush lips, the tension seemingly draining out of your body at the touch.

"now, which receptionist said that?"

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A/N: cute little hc and drabble to get me back into the swing of things.

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whumpback-wail · 4 months

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06 - Embrace

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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The snow fell slowly, painting the streets of Fontaine white. Wriothesley's black jacket a stark contrast that stuck out against the white landscape as he briskly walked towards the hospital.

(y/n)...

The anger had slowly subsided, taking its place was a mix of guilt, worry, and something else he couldn't put a finger on. All he wanted that moment was just to hold her in his arms again, and let her feel safe.

Like muscle memory, he walked straight towards her room, but was stopped by a nurse.

“Your Grace, (y/n)’s room has been moved to a different one, a fire seemed to have started there but we managed to catch it before it caused too much damage.”

He cussed under his breath, “where’s (y/n)? Is she okay?”

The nurse nodded, “she’s alright, just a bit shaken. She told us fire suddenly burst out of the book by her nightstand just as she was reaching for it.”

And we’ve only got the information on vision injections today, what’s with this timing.

“Take me to her room.”

“Certainly, right this way, your Grace.”

The nurse, while explaining to him everything that happened, led him to a different floor from (y/n)’s previous room. He immediately knew which room (y/n) would be in once he spotted Navia’s 2 men in front of the door, who promptly stood up and gave him a salute, to which he nodded politely.

“Oh right,” Wriothesley turned to the nurse just as he was entering the room, “there are some new updates for everyone we rescued from that facility, one of Spina di Rosula’s men will be here soon with a copy of the files. Guys might need them for medical purposes.”

When he entered the room, his eyes immediately landed on (y/n), who he initially thought was asleep, until she opened her eyes. She must have noticed his grim expression, because she immediately sat up.

“Wriothesley? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, taking a seat next to her. He wanted to spill everything and tell her that he knew everything. The things they did in the facility, the experiments, her… assault. But will it cause her to have another panic attack? Does she even want to know, or does she want to just forget? Does she have any idea what happened and how she could set fire to her book? Does she know her vision is still with her even now?

He blinked back his tears, refusing to meet her eyes, but (y/n) could tell from the way he gripped her hand, it was something serious.

“Wriothesley, love, you can tell me,” (y/n) placed a hand on his cheek, to which he automatically leaned into. “I can tell you’re probably worried about my mental state, but hey my therapist told me I’m doing well!”

He recalled, clear as day, the number of times he had tried to bring up questions about what happened at the facility. (y/n) had only managed to explain bits and pieces of information, but had been only the things she knew, she did mention painful injections but didn’t know that it was her own vision that was injected into her. Those sessions had always ended with her crying and panicking. He didn’t want to put her through that.

He smiled bitterly, “I know you are… I just don’t think you’re ready for this.”

(y/n) swallowed, “is it… is it about me?”

Wriothesley nodded, eyes still averted.

(y/n) squeezed the hand that held hers, “I… I think I’m ready to know more.”

Wriothesley looked up, now his steely blue gaze met with her concerned yet nervous ones.

“Are you sure?” his thumb rubbed circles into the back of her hand.

(y/n) took a deep breath, “yeah, I’ll tell you if it gets too much.”

Wriothesley nodded, and told (y/n) everything he learned. The experiments, the vision injections- (y/n) was really shocked at this, although she had a suspicion about it when she saw her book catch fire so suddenly. As he spoke, Wriothesley kept a close eye on her expression and gestures. He’s been with her long enough to know if she’s uncomfortable, or if it gets too much for her. Whenever her breathing hitched, he would stop for a bit and rub her back until she gestured for him to continue.

“That was all we got from the notes left behind at their base,” Wriothesley eyed (y/n) carefully. She was playing with a loose thread poking off the end of her blanket, eyes distant and looking as if she’s processing all the information.

Wriothesley knew he had to keep going. “and now we have Dougier under our custody.”

At the mention of his name, (y/n) visibly tensed up, “oh…”

“I heard he assisted in some of the experi- procedures.”

(y/n) hesitated, “did you manage to get more information out of him? Like how do we reverse the vision injections? How do I control it?”

“Apparently only Arderne knows that bit of information,” Wriothesley sighed, shifting nervously, “and right now he’s still at large. I assure you we’ll get him, and that you’re safe here, okay?”

(y/n) nodded.

The room fell silent for a few tense moments. (y/n) picked up her blubberbeast plushie and held it to her face. It smells like Wriothesley, as he had sprayed his cologne on it. It brings a feeling of comfort to her, as if a reminder that she is never alone and that he’s with her and keeping her safe even when he’s not by her side.

Watching her, Wriothesley hesitated, but he had to- need to ask her.

“(y/n).”

Sensing his change of tone, (y/n) tensed, her hand stopping mid stroke down her plushie’s back. She turned to him.

He seemed to hesitate, looking down at her blanket instead of her face. The silent stretched for what felt like hours before he finally raised his gaze to meet her eyes.

“At the facility- no. uhh… How do I say this.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “How… How often do you throw up?”

(y/n) blinked, confused. “what?”

“Every morning these last few days, you wake up and rush straight to the bathroom. We did think it was a stomach bug, but when I asked the nurses for the diagnosis, it was as if they're hiding the information from me.”

She couldn’t breathe. It felt as if her blood was frozen but it burned at the same time. Fuck he knew. Wriothesley knew. He’s always been so observant how did she think she can even hide this from him?

“(y/n)... Are you hiding- uhh… Are-Are you pregnant?”

It was like a dam that burst. A sob escaped (y/n)’s lips, one that she tried to hold back but failed. That was confirmation enough for Wriothesley, who felt his own tears prickling behind his eyes. A split second later, (y/n) shot out of her bed, and with wobbly steps using her crutch, went straight to the bathroom. Wriothesley had gotten up to help, but was pushed away feebly. Quickly, she threw open the lid of the toilet and expelled the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

“(y/n)-”

“Don’t-” (y/n) sobbed, flushing the toilet and sinking down even lower onto the bathroom floor, “I don’t want you to see me like this. You shouldn’t have known about this.”

Wriothesley paused, then slowly took another step towards her, hands open as if trying to calm a scared animal. Before he had a chance to speak, (y/n) continued.

“I feel so dirty and gross. No matter how many times I showered and scrubbed myself I can still feel his hands.”

He took a step. “(y/n)...”

“I was going to take care of the abortion process myself, and just forget everything that happened. I didn’t want to tell you. I’m so sorry I couldn't tell you. I just feel so disgusting.”

Another step. “Darling please-”

“I don’t want you to look at me or think of me differently, I just want to put everything behind me, pretend none of that ever happened and just go back to how everything was.”

Wriothesley slowly sank to his knees beside (y/n), who scooted away from him, as if by reflex.

“Don’t touch me. I-I can’t… I know you’ll probably feel disgusted and hate me for it, for hiding it from you, for everything-”

On the contrary, seeing (y/n) like this only served as the final trigger that released his tears, which finally flowed freely down his cheeks. All he wanted to do was hold her and keep her safe, tell her he loves her and… She looked so broken he just wanted to hold her. Archons, please let me hold her.

“I’ll disappear from here if that’s what is best. Just say it. You don’t want me anymore-”

”(y/n),” his voice shook, “I’m so sorry that happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to get you sooner. No one deserved to go through what you did. Everyday I hated myself for it, I kept thinking I should have done this, or that. I should have gotten you sooner.”

(y/n) wiped her tears, only for it to be replaced by more. Her vision was blurry as she tried to look at him. Part of her was glad about it, as it probably hid the disgust in his eyes.

“I’m not disgusted by you, no, that was the furthest thing from my mind. (y/n) may I hold you? Please?”

(y/n) just kept sniffling and wiping her tears which seemed to flow endlessly, but made no move to scoot further away, so Wriothesley slowly approached her and took her hand in his. He placed a gentle kiss on it, which only made her cry even more.

“I’m sorry darling, I’m so, so sorry.”

He gathered her in his arms and held her tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear as soon as he let go.

(y/n)’s voice quivered as she asked “y-you don’t hate-”

“Sshhh…” Wriothesley placed a kiss on her forehead, his own tears fell off his cheeks and onto hers. “Something like this can never make me hate you, I promise. I understand why you wanted to hide it, but please know that you don’t have to. We’ll figure out our next step together okay?”

He didn’t know how long they both sat there on the bathroom floor, crying in each other’s embrace. It took a long while for (y/n)’s sobs and sniffles to die down. He kept one hand on her back, and the other stroke her hair, hoping to provide as much comfort as possible.

I love her.

“I wish you can see yourself through my eyes,” Wriothesley whispered in her ea, “it’s gonna be okay. I promise you, (y/n).”

His words were met with silence, as it has been the past few minutes.

“If nothing else I say sticks, at least please let this be the one thing you remember. It’s not your fault. I love you (y/n), you’re still the same old (y/n) I know and love, and Archons, no matter what happens I can’t imagine a life without you. I love you so much (y/n), none of this is your fault.”

He decided to wait a little longer before he noticed that her breathing was slower. Wriothesley peered at her face and saw that her eyes were closed.Tear tracks were still present on her cheeks, which he wiped away with his thumbs, before placing a gentle kiss on top of her head.

Slowly he shifted his position so that he was carrying her in a princess carry, with her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He walked over to her bed and gently laid her down, tucking her in under the blanket, and placing her plushie right beside her.

For some time, he sat beside her, just admiring her features and tracing her cheeks all the way to her jaw with the back of his hand, light as a feather.

“We’ll get through this together, you and me. I promise you.”

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If you think reading this chapter is hard, imagine writing it :”D emotional damage

Apologies for the late update, and perhaps a steady decline in writing quality (I’m no writer, just doing this for fun!) as I have been swamped with work this past week after I was down with a bad cold for quite a bit (there’s been a bug around, and so many people were sick :”D) I sincerely thank all of you for your continued support for this series, I love you guys. Hope you all stay safe and healthy!

I hope the next chapter won’t be as hard to write because hoooo BOYE. my bf had to comfort me after I finished writing this chapter.

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genshinwomenontop · 1 month

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"Princess Kamisato"

☆Prompt: Nothing too intense. Just a random drabble about Ayaka and her wife, you.

☆Warnings: None

The radiant sun shone through the thin curtains of the room. Ayaka slept peacefully on your chest, her hand interiwined with yours as a gentle smile made its way onto your face. Its not everyday you get to see such a beautiful sight; actually, it's not everyday you get to see Ayaka when you wake up because she's always up early and started her duties. Since Ayato is away, it made her automatically in charge of everything until he returned and the work that the head of the clan does is not to be taken lightly which is why in times like these you try to offer the best support you can as you know how difficult her job would be.

When you checked the time, it was nearly 6, the time Ayaka would have to wake up and though it hurt to wake her up, you knew she needed to get ready since she's meeting with some other clan heads today. You brought her hand up to your face and kissed it gently. Her hair was sprawled out and little snores left her mouth. She couldn't have been more beautiful than in that moment. "Hey, beautiful, its time to wake up." With a gentle shake, she stirred awake, her eyes immediately searching for yours.

"Hmmm good morning y/n." Her words came out like a mumble due to her now waking up. Her beautiful sky blue eyes met yours and with a simple smile, she managed to make your heart fluttered.

"Good morning to you lovely. You have a busy day ahead." Ayaka sighed and laid her head back down on your chest.

"Can I cancel the meeting? Or even postpone it to a later date?"

You let out a hearty laugh and brought her face up to yours. "No my love you cannot. The meeting was already postponed two weeks ago when Ayato had left the same day the meeting was scheduled for." Ayaka closed the gap between you and her. Her lips fitting perfectly with yours like a puzzle. She pulled away with air became a problem and smiled at you.

"Well then, I guess it's time we get up. Will you accompany me today?" Ayaka had a bright smile and you knew the news you'd deliver will definitely break her smile.

"I'm afraid I cannot. There's some things I need to buy and I have alot of errands to run. I'm taking half of the list of duties Ayato left for you so it can be done in time for his arrival." A frown etched onto Ayaka's face before she nodded and sighed.

"Hmm okay. I guess I'll go alone today then." You nodded and she got up and got dressed. Of course you helped her dress, the two of you having playful bicker back and forth. You left home as soon as you prepared breakfast for the both of you. Alot had to be done today, and since the vision hunt decree had been abolished, and many travelers from different nations visited Inazuma, it became one heck of a busy nation but the atmosphere was livelier, much more livelier and you couldn't help but be glad. It was definitely better than living in isolation that's for sure.

Your tasks took longer than you had intended and eventually you ran into some trouble along the way. You made it back safely, but of course, you had bruises. You had assumed that Ayaka was already back at the estate since it was late and you hurriedly went in. Breathing heavily, you were greeted with a concerned Ayaka who was just about to have her tea which was poured by Thoma. "Dear... are you okay?!" She quickly went to your side.

"I'm fine love. It's just minor injuries that's all there is." Ayaka didn't want to believe you but she knew you wouldn't lie. Thoma offered to prepare a bath for you and Ayaka instructed you to sit down with her and drink tea. "How did the meeting go?"

"It was fairly well. Though the heads didn't looked too pleased to know that I was the one seeing them." You can clearly see how how face fell.

"It's alright dear. There just upset that they have to deal with someone who's much more beautiful and talented than them." Even though that had nothing to do with what Ayaka just said, the best way to comfort her was the give her compliments or reassurances.

Ayaka blushed and whined. "Stopp ittt..."

Thoma came back and informed you that the bath is ready and in a quick motion you pulled Ayaka up to her feet and dragged her to the bathroom. "Let's take a bath together." She was slightly flustered yet she started taking off her clothes quickly, a bit more excited than you for the bath.

When you sat down in the water, it felt like all your stress melted away and adding to that, when Ayaka's head rested on your chest, you felt like you were in heaven. Just having her so close to you felt like having a cure to your pain. You didn't realised you were spacing out until you felt two hands gently cupped your cheeks. "A penny for your thoughts, my dear?" Her sweet voice resounded by your ears.

You leaned into her touch and smiled. "The thoughts I have in my mind is worth more than a penny and you should know that." She titled her head with a smile.

"May I ask what is this expensive thought of yours?"

"My wife. You should know she's priceless."

"Y/nnnnnn"

"Oh you know I love to make you blush~"

"I-I know..."

"Ayaka?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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Bedtime Stories

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 711

A/N: A prequel will be coming soon!

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You had just parted ways with Georgia when you walked into a scene that’s more amusing than anything else. Simply speaking, Ella’s already throwing you “help me” eyes when you walk into the lounge.

You take one look at her before you’re quietly chuckling to yourself.

“(Y/N)! What do I do?” Ella hisses quietly.

The problem Ella’s found herself in is that Leah fast asleep, head rested upon her shoulder, arms lightly wrapped around her side.

“She got all pissy and mad that you gave me your sweatshirt. Even tried to get me to give it to her.”

Earlier tonight, as all of you were leaving the stadium, you remember seeing Ella shivering on the walk out to the bus. It was an automatic response to hand her your sweatshirt. To be honest, you had totally forgotten that you had given it to the younger girl. You were dragged into a meeting with some of the staff and Sarina seconds after getting back to the hotel. You thought you’d let Leah have the night off from her co-captain duties, but you didn’t realize that Leah would get so territorial in your absence.

You roll your eyes. “Leah’s a drama queen. Glad to see you kept hold of it.”

“Yeah, but now she’s fallen asleep on me!”

The slight raise of her voice makes Leah stir and the brunette instantly freezes. It seems to be a false alarm though, as Leah settles back down, tightening her grip on Ella.

“Up and at ‘em, Tooney.”

The younger girl’s eyes widen. “What? No! I’m not gonna risk waking Leah up and having her get mad at me again!”

Your eye twitches. “Leave Leah’s moodiness to me. Now do you want to be free of the snuggle monster or not?”

Leah’s well known for being cranky when she’s tired. Despite this, she often finds it hard to fall asleep. For some reason, you’re the only person she’s comfortable to fall asleep around. Though, maybe it’s the effect of your sweatshirt hanging off Ella’s frame that’s lulled her to sleep this time.

Ella seems to think to herself, eventually resigning to the fact that she’s going to have to wake Leah up to get her off of her. Sighing, she shifts in her seat, instantly freezing again when an annoyed voice floats to your ears.

“Tooney, if you’re not going to give me the hoodie, you might as well stay still and let me sleep,” Leah tiredly mutters, eyes not even cracking open.

Ella throws you a look.

Hiding your amusement, you lean down, running your hand through Leah’s hair. “Hi sleepy head,” you grin. “How bout you let Ella go back to her room?”

Hazy blue eyes instantly flash open. Leah sits up, albeit a little sluggishly, hands latching onto the front of your shirt.

Another thing you’ve gotten to love about your girlfriend, Leah gets extremely clingy when she’s tired.

Backing up a bit, you let Ella slip out from under Leah’s hands. The younger girl scurries away, quickly throwing you a relieved look before she departs. It’s a mix of your own exhaustion and Leah’s tugging hands that has you settling in Ella’s recently vacated seat.

The second you’re seated, Leah presses herself against you, head tucking into the crook of your neck as she tries to find a comfortable position.

“You took too long,” she mumbles, eyes already slipping close again.

“Sorry,” you laugh, shifting so Leah can rest against you more comfortably. “Next time we can suffer through the meetings together.”

Leah mumbles something else, but it turns sluggish, your co-captain already slipping out of consciousness again. The heat emanating from the body next to you has your own eyes feeling heavy themselves, and soon you can’t fight the sweet call of sleep yourself.

The last thing you remember is the warmth of Leah’s body lulling you to sleep and an expanding love for the girl curled up against you.

Your team finds the two of you the next morning, still in the same position as the night before. Leah’s face is red with all of their teasing, but the way she keeps her body pressed against yours tells you everything you need to know about the real way she’s feeling.

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daydreamsandcrashingwaves · 2 months

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Keeping It Close To The Chest Pt 4

Hi Friends! Part four is here for you first!

General warnings for ya'll

Big sads, panic, PTSD, flashbacks/traumatic memories, Danny should come with his own warning, canonical plus one death but it's Danny, guilt (does it classify as survivor guilt? idk)

Anyway! I hope you enjoy! The Ao3 version will be up soon too!

Stay safe, take care of yourselves please, take your meds if you need to, water yourself, eat some food, get some sun! Much love to you all

~Ren

Danny hadn’t woken up this comfortable in a long time. Fingers dragged through his hair carefully working out knots before scratching at his scalp. He was curled into someone’s side. His automatic thought is he crawled into bed with Jazz after patrol. He grumbles a reply as he tries to bury his face deeper into the shirt? Blanket? Whatever it was, it was soft against his cheek. His core is purring in contentment. He feels safe. Something he hasn’t truly felt in a long time. He melts, even if Danny doesn’t understand why the logical part of his brain is begging him to be suspicious. He pushes the thought away and wants to revel in being close to his sister, just for a moment.

A voice breaks the silence. “Are you awake Danyal?” It comes out hushed, but warm and fond. A distinctly male voice. Danny jerks so harshly the boy he’s resting with begins fussing, worried Danny pulled something.

Danny’s eyes shoot open and he tries to rear back to get a good look, something pulls in his chest but Danny ignores it. His brother’s arm tightens around him keeping him nestled into his side. His brother is staring back at him. Danny looks him over for the first time since he died in the League all those years ago.

Short dark hair and a face like his own. Danny wants to weep gazing into his emerald eyes. How often had he transformed just to see green eyes instead of blue. Even if doing so brought his memories of the lazarus pits to the surface.

(He doesn’t really remember, it was a wisp of a memory. His Mother carefully hiding their presence as she rushed his limp body to the pits. It was just nothingness… for once. No more harsh shouts and bruises just the soft transition from alive to dead. His heart had stopped, his lungs refused to bring in more air and then nothing changed to screaming pain searing him down to his bones, or maybe he was the thing screaming as he could feel what little air he had escaped into the toxic water he had been tossed into. He remembers the frantic way he swam upwards, breakinging the surface with hacks and coughs, only to see an unfamiliar landscape around him. This water was actually water, some sort of lake as far as he could tell. A little girl sitting on the dock had reached over and pulled him out of the water by the scruff of his shirt. When Jazz would recall she had always fondly said she had fished out her rabid kitten that day. The rest was history.)

Danny couldn’t help himself. Kept going back to his mirror to stare into toxic swirling green, trying so desperately to see his brother reflected back. Only to swallow disappointment when the reflection always fell short. For all his genius, for all the solid, crystal clear memories he does have of Damian they are few. All the more Danny hoarded them cradled in between his ribs, mapped them along the many scars that he gained before meeting the Fentons. He had spent so many nights tracing them trying to remember just how he had gotten the mark, Danny instinctually knew that they would lead him to remembering the boy who’s shadows haunted him. Desperate and determined to hold onto any connection to his older brother.

Danny takes a moment to really look at Damian. Damian looks healthy, a bit tired maybe, but his clothes are casual and clean. Nothing like what they wore in training. Damian isn’t as tan as he was as a child, but it was a small difference. There is a faint scar by Damian’s left eye that catches Danny’s attention, it trails down his cheek and under his ear. His hand moves to cup his twin’s face without thinking, softly tracing the mark. Danny aches at the thought that Damian could’ve lost an eye while they were apart. A few more inches down or over and his brother wouldn’t be alive in front of him like this.

“Damian” The name comes out broken, filled with reverence and awe. Danny can be certain at least in this moment they are safe, together now after a decade. Damian wouldn’t allow himself to be truly relaxed if they were still in danger.

The world resettles around him. Danny remembers his escape, the portal that ripped through reality to reunite him with his twin. There was so much blood, Danny was sure he was gonna die for good on the floor of some dirty warehouse. Shame floods his system and settles beneath his lungs. Danny grips his hair in frustration as he tries to fill in the yawning blank spots of the last twenty four hours. His delirious panic yesterday is mostly a blur, he can remember soft whispers of Arabic and careful touches. How far he has fallen. He should know better. He should be better.

He sees the questions that Damian wants to demand answers for behind his favorite pair of green eyes, the frustration that builds under his skin the longer his brother waits to ask. He wishes Damian would just ask him. Danny takes a trembling breath. Danny is confused why he would hesitate, his brother was never one to hold his tongue. A quick glance around some sort of medical room. It seems for now they are alone, proof Damian has some sort of regard or leverage here with their Father. With slight amusement, Danny catches the slight glare of wire and is sure part of the peace came from his twin having trapped any entry points into the room.

As Danny takes more in the room uncertainty takes root as he starts catching sight of more of his brother’s traps, he was very thorough. Like he was trapping his bedroom in the League from those who would want to cull one of the young heirs.

Perhaps Damian is also uncertain about his family’s reaction to Danny since he felt the need to defend them in such a way. Truth was Danny had no idea what any of the Bats were truly like. A few rumors about how metas weren’t welcome in Gotham had circulated but other than his childhood stories about their mysterious father Danny was going into this blind. His mother’s opinion was one thing, but Danny refused to be blinded by his feelings again so soon. Mother had said their father loved them, but what assurance was that? Mother wasn’t exactly a good standard to judge others on. The Fentons had said they loved him, they had taken him in as one of their own and raised him. After watching him grow up they didn’t flinch once strapping him to that table. Danny wants to ask just what about his existence is such a threat he must be wiped from the Earth, his memory squashed and scattered. Singular snapshots in time that are taken as the whole of his being. He could run again if he had to, if things go south and Batman also believes Phantom is a threat. If the vigilante wants to turn him over to the GIW...

A shiver works its way down Danny’s spine and he pulls Damian closer. He can be untouchable and invisible in seconds, Danny reminds himself. The thought of leaving Damian so soon after their reunion makes him pale and his core protest in his chest. His form shutters for a brief moment. Danny tried to shove down the sudden desperation and panic he felt. He had nowhere else he wanted to be, together they could figure something out. Danny wouldn’t have to run.

His brother is watching him carefully, goes to say something but Danny needs his older brother to just listen for a moment and pushes closer, a gentle hand over Damian’s mouth to silence him. “You said we were with Father. Do you trust them? Are you safe here?” The Arabic stumbles out of him in a hushed whisper.

They stay like that, staring at each other. An assessment. Danny wants to shrink under his twin’s steady gaze but won’t look away. How Damian responds is important, Danny might be out of practice reading his brother’s expressions but if he tries to placate him, if Danyal isn’t safe here, Damian won’t be able to fully hide his unease. A soft grip pulls his hand away and Damian looks exasperated as he leans forward to bump their temple’s together. “Yes. Our Father adopted many children that despite their overdramatic behavior, they are reliable,” Damian says it begrudgingly but he also sounds incredibly fond. Well, fond for Damian. His brother had never given out meaningless praise before Danny was sure that hadn’t changed in their time apart. He can picture the way Damian’s face softens as he whispers between them, “Father allows me to care for a handful of animals and last Christmas Grayson and Pennyworth presented me with a Studio to create my art pieces in. ”

A soft awed sound leaves him as Danny tips his head forward onto Damian’s shoulder. It’s just like Damian to know exactly what Danny was searching for even after all these years. Damian can indulge in things that once were decreed by Grandfather as weak here. He can be vulnerable and is with enough regularity that he has a special studio that was made specifically for him to use and a multitude of animals to care for. Danny is suddenly so happy Damian can spend his days petting animals and creating art on canvas instead of training. His brother could hold a brush in his hand instead of honing himself into a weapon to be wielded for the benefit of their Grandfather and his legacy. This was what they whispered about in the dark as children.

Relief is sweet, his body sags into Damian’s. Danny’s smile is so big it almost takes up his whole face, he’s almost drunk with how the release bubbles through his veins. His brother wouldn’t lie to him. If Damian would now just ask the questions they both know he’s itching to, Danny can answer them. Danny will trust his brother, if he trusts the family he is with now then he will too. Likely feeling Danny’s rising nerves Damian leans to catch his eye. “What happened to you, Danyal?”

Danny can’t help the bitter laugh that leaves him as he sags back into the bed. This conversation will be long and he’d prefer not to go over it twice. “You wanna gather the Bats? I don’t want to go over this a million times.” He can’t help how sad and tired it comes out.

It’s not the reaction Damian was expecting, unsure what sparked the change in his twin as he just blinks at Danny for a moment before smoothly replying. “ No one but me has access to the Recovery Room at this moment, although Pennyworth has successfully pleaded for his access to be temporarily reinstated when your bandages need to be changed and wounds assessed. I have stayed close to you since we brought you back since we were unsure if you would recognize any of the others and I refused to risk you panicking and reopening your chest wound again.” The hard glare at Danny’s chest makes it clear that Danny will not be escaping the care now that he is conscious and that Damian was aware of the possibility Danny pulled something earlier. He prayed he didn’t pop a stitch, half-ghost or not Damian was still very scary when upset.

With a huff Damian adds, “Though the family is sure watching through the cameras as they are both worried and incredibly nosy, especially when a new sibling is involved.” Danny could barely breathe, his gaze bounced about trying to spot the glint of a camera lens. The room felt smaller. How long have they been watching them? Why wouldn’t they confront him? When would people stop impersonally observing him? Were they scared to be close to him? Worried about contamination?

Before the fear could settle Damian caught Danny’s attention. “I simply meant you only have to tell me, once, here. I.. We had thought you would prefer what privacy we can afford while we determined who had done this to you.” The uneasy lit to Damian’s words was matched by his restless need to play with Danny’s fingers. “The family while well intentioned, can be overwhelming. It is difficult gathering everyone and having them sit quietly for extended periods of time and our family is… large.”

Danny sat stunned. He would never say his brother was mean or cruel in their childhood but consideration of another person was frowned upon outside of ensuring the success of team missions. More often than not those who couldn’t keep up didn’t return. It’s just how the League had worked. For his twin to shield him, possibly creating tension amongst his family just to make Danny feel comfortable. He wasn’t sure how to respond.

It hurt to see how much his twin had grown in Danny’s absence but it also made Danny flush with pride. Damian’s behavior is proof to Damian’s claims that their father truly is different, maybe even safe for someone like Danny. Swallowing all the things he could say Danny clears his throat with a small but real smile, “Thank you Dami.”

Once Danny makes a decision he throws himself in head first, this will be no different. Danny has to start at the beginning. He must tell them everything to have a hope of them understanding how Danny ended up dropping through a portal to his brother’s side. For… their family to understand what true danger hunts him even now.

With a deep breath Danny goes back as far as he can.The terror of fighting to his first death, the enchanting embrace of the dark, his violent resurrection in the pit. How when he surfaced some strange red-headed girl was in his Ahki’s place to pull him soaking wet to the solid wood of the dock. How Danny knew their mother had defied the Demon Head and even if he knew how to get there, Danny could never go back. How when he had done his best to shake off his disorientation it had been childs play to integrate him into the strange family that found him. Danny was good at hiding, at adapting.

Danny didn’t know how exactly but the Fentons had gotten their hands on a forged birth certificate and social security documents. He assumed through some government contract seeking their expertise on ghosts or weaponry. It was as if he had always existed in Amity Park, there was enough of a rotating population that not many remembered differently. Danyal Al Ghul son of Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne, twin heir to the Shadow and the Bat fully became Daniel Fenton, only son to Maddie and Jack Fenton, younger sibling of Jasmine Fenton.

Things had been great for a while! Easy even. He gained a sister in Jazz. As he got better at socializing, Jazz’s dedication to practicing with him paid off, he gained friends in Sam and Tucker. Their afternoons spent studying or hanging out at Nasty Burger. He had creative parents who knew so much about science, technology and the universe. Who would take Danny and Jazz camping so they could fish, and eat fudge-filled s’mores by the fire. School was boring but he liked going to the library and looking at their books on space.

Danny could’ve never imagined how happy life could be away from obligation and duty. Away from his Grandfather. He could live happily while keeping his weakness from eroding the League further. Danny had tried so hard to forget, forget so his guilt about him alone getting all these soft experiences wouldn’t eat him alive. How dare he friviously enjoy a normal childhood when his brother was left behind with the course sand and suffocating expectations.

Things had been great until their obsession with completing the portal infected his new home. That kind of overwhelming happiness was simply too good to be true for someone who had done the things Danny has. His parents would spend days holed up in the basement building. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and maintenance to the house it all fell to the side. House keeping wasn’t nearly as interesting as trying to build a bridge to another world. Eventually Jazz dragged Danny to the library so she could teach them how to do those things on their own. Danny could never tell her he already had learned to do most chores on his own by the age of 5 and if the debit card stopped working he could trap and clean something reasonably sized in the woods for them to eat.

Danny had tried to convince himself after the portal failed to open at his parent’s big presentation things would soon return to their normal, as chaotic as that normal was. Sure they had been really upset, slipping into depression, but they always started up again. Gained their groove. They had gone on their vacation and… Then the portal turned on. Well, he turned it on and was electrocuted with the entirety of the town’s power grid. (They had done the math at some point to figure out the exact voltage but Danny had never wanted it written down, if Tucker thought it was important to know he could keep it hidden under his firewall in a secure file.)

His second death was painful. The electricity had burned its way through his body, stopping his heart, only for the ectoplasm to force it to beat once more. He was sure his heart would burst under the strain. Or the ectoplasm would rip holes in the delicate tissue as it puppeteered it into the sluggish beating he has now. How does he put into words what becoming the gateway between two realities feels like? It was… An eternity hoping for the agony lighting up his nerves to end in the seconds it took for the ectoplasm to merge with him down to his DNA. He could feel his cells splice, die, stutter, and trip but life surged and evolved. He became something new, something unknown, something rare.

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psychwxrdd · 2 months

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Chapter II

The collector (1965)

Summary: Rafe Cameron is obsessed with y/n. Unable to make any normal contact, he decides to add her to his "collection" of pretty, preserved objects, in the hope that if he keeps her captive long enough, she will grow to love him.

REWRITTED: sorry for everyone who read it for the first time and saw "miranda" instead of "y/n", miranda is the name of the original girl in the book and movie, i automatically writted it!

It finally happened ten days later, as often happens with butterflies. What I mean is that sometimes we go to a place where we think we will find a rare specimen, and nothing happens, but some other time, when we are not looking, we see a wonderful specimen on a flower, right in front of our nose - offered with a spoon, as they say.

That night, I was outside the subway station, as usual, with the car hidden in a side street. The day had been pleasant and warm enough, but almost suddenly it had started to rain and thunder. I then saw her climb the steps of the station, without a cape or any other protection. She was only wearing a skirt and blouse. I went after her, knowing that it would be of no use, as I had no idea what she was doing. Then, suddenly, she turned onto a larger street and headed towards a cinema. Came in. I immediately understood what had happened. Y/n had called home saying that it was raining a lot and that she was going to a movie to give the rain time to pass.

I knew then that my moment had come, unless someone came to meet her. As soon as she entered, I asked the doorman what time the film ended. Within two hours. I took a serious risk, perhaps to give fate a chance to stop me. I went into a restaurant and had a copious dinner. I then went to get the car and put it in a place where I could watch the cinema. I didn't know what to expect, it was possible that a friend would come and pick her up. I felt as if I were going down a river full of jumps and rapids: maybe I would run into a rock or, on the other hand, maybe I would escape safely. Y/n left the cinema alone, exactly two hours later. The rain had stopped and it was getting dark. The sky was full of clouds. I saw her walking home. I put the car in motion and overtook her, stopping at a place where she would have to pass. It was the place where her street curved and joined another. On one side, there were only trees and bushes and, on the other, a huge house on a vast plot of land. I believe the house was abandoned. The rest of the path was all lit up. Only this portion of the street remained in the dark. It was the only place that suited me.

A minute passed. She must have been appearing, walking quickly, as was her wont. If the night had been clear, I don't know what she would have done. But this wind blowing through the trees helped me. I saw Y/n and I also saw that there was no other person in the entire street. She passed me. How curious...

— I'm sorry — I told her — Do you know anything about dogs?

Y/n stopped, very surprised. - Why? she asked.

“A horrible thing happened,” I replied. — I ran over a dog and I don't know what to do. He's not dead. I looked at the back of the car, with a worried expression.

—Oh! Poor animal — Y/n commented. She approached me to see the dog, just as I had expected.

— There's no blood — I told her — but the dog can't move.

Y/n was now near the back door of the car, and I took a step back as if to let her see. She bent down to peer into the underside of the car. I quickly looked across the street. I didn't see a single person and decided to take action. I held her with one arm and, with the other hand, I took the cotton pad soaked in chloroform from my pocket and pressed it tightly against her mouth and nose. Y/n was so surprised that she didn't even scream, although she struggled mightily, writhing to try and free herself.

She started coughing and losing strength. I looked around me: nobody. I prepared to run away if someone suddenly appeared. Suddenly, Y/n became motionless — inanimate — I had to support her so she wouldn't fall. Not without difficulty, I dragged her into the rear compartment of the car. I closed the doors and laid her on the cane. Y/n was mine, and I felt very excited, knowing that she had managed to carry out my plans without, after all, encountering any major problems. Then, now calmer, with methodical and well-studied gestures, I placed the gag in her mouth and, as planned, tied her to the bed with the straps she had bought for that purpose. When I concluded the work, I went to sit and vote. All of that hadn't taken more than a minute. I put the car in gear and drove slowly to a place I knew.

Once there, I stopped again, examining Y/n's inert body more closely. I tied her better, so that she could not scream or beat with her hands and feet, also taking care to check that there was no possibility of her hurting herself. She was still unconscious, but she was breathing, albeit somewhat hoarsely, as if she had a cold, and that reassured me. I turned off the main road as I had planned, and on a small, lonely side road, I stopped the car to examine it. I placed the flashlight at a point where it illuminated the entire interior of the car. She was awake. Her eyes were wide open, but they didn't look scared. They even had a proud expression, as if she had decided not to look scared, no matter what.

“Don't be afraid,” I told her. — I won't hurt you." Y/n continued to stare at me. I felt truly embarrassed, not knowing what was going on.

- Feel good? Want something? I asked my darling, although, of course, they were stupid questions. What I really wanted to ask was if she wanted to leave for a moment. Y/n started shaking her head, and I quickly realized that she was telling me that the gag was hurting her.

“I'm going to take off the gag,” I replied. — We're a long way from the city, and if you scream, no one will hear you. But if you don't behave well, I'll put the gag back on you, understand?"

Y/n nodded, and I removed the gag, as she promised. At the same moment, she turned to her side as far as the straps would allow and vomited. It was horrible. The smell of chloroform and vomit mixed together and made me feel immensely nauseous. Y/n said nothing, limiting herself to coughing. I lost my mind; I didn't know what to do. I suddenly felt that I needed to get home quickly and I put the gag over her mouth again. Y/n struggled. I heard her say in a hoarse, anguished tone:

“No. no!" It was terrible, but I forced myself to continue, because I knew deep down that the best thing would be to get home as quickly as possible. I started the car again and we left. We arrived home shortly after ten thirty. I put the car in the garage and looked around to make sure nothing had happened during my absence, even though I knew very well that nothing could have happened. But all precautions were few. I went down to the basement, carefully examining Y/n's room: it wasn't very stuffy, as I had left the door open to air it out. I had slept in it one night to see if it had enough air, and it did. I had left everything ready to make tea and toast. The small apartment looked very comfortable and even elegant.

Finally, the big moment had arrived. I went back to the garage and opened the back door of the car. Everything went according to my plans. I untied her and made her sit down. She kicked around for a while, and I had to warn her that if she didn't stay still, I would be forced to use the chloroform again (which I showed her), but that it wouldn't do her any harm if she remained still. That calmed her down. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the cellar without any difficulty. She was light like a feather, my little fairy. She struggled a little at the entrance to the room, however, there was nothing she could do to escape. I laid her on the bed. The work was done. Y/n's face looked weak, but there was no fear in her eyes. Strange. Y/n just looked at me, waiting for me to explain everything.

— This will be your room — I informed her. — Do as I tell you, and you will not come to any harm. It's not worth shouting. Your voice won't be heard outside, and in any case, there won't be anyone to hear you. I'll leave you alone now, you has biscuits and sandwiches here and, if you like, you can make tea or chocolate. I'll come visit you tomorrow morning."

I said, caressing her hair slightly. The hair i wanted to touch so badly, for so long... She was so beautiful. I felt my eyes watering, i couldn't believe i finally had her. But for tonight, she needs to figure some things out, and i'll give her time to do it.

taglist: @pocozyc-april @h34rtsformilli 💕

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #dark rafe cameron x reader

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gh0stsp1d3r · 9 months

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Awww imagine a girl who’s only visiting Chicago (she’s from elsewhere), but she meets Carmy when she goes to The Beef to eat, and Carmy takes her order (maybe Richie is late to work lol, so Carmy temporarily takes the orders). Carmy being like 😵‍💫 because he thinks she’s reallyyyy pretty🥰 Anyways, they build a relationship because she frequently visits him (like every day for lunch shsh) because she too thinks he’s GORGEOUS… Him convincing her to stay in Chicago with him hehe

I LOVE this

He’s not really paying much attention to much of the people he’s taking orders from, just their orders.

He’s not supposed to be here, he thought, he’s supposed to be in the kitchen, and he would be yelling at Richie when he’s late.

That was until he took yours

“Hello, I am Carmen, I will be your server today, what drink can I start you off with?” He looked at you and you smiled at him. He felt like his heart stopped for a moment, his breath hitched and he stared at you for a while.

When you ordered he simply just nodded, and said that would be coming soon.

One of the chef’s remark how his face was red when he talked to you to another, they both laughed and quickly went back to work.

He couldn’t stop staring at you, and he was actually kind of thankful that Richie didn’t come early (kind of, he’d still be mad)

Anyways, when you keep doming and coming in, he makes it a thing to talk to you at least once, you both became somewhat friends. Sometimes even visiting during breaks.

“You’re leaving soon aren’t you?” He asked you one day.

“Sadly.”

“Why don’t you… stay? It’s not too bad..”

“Some parts are, some parts aren’t.”

“I guess.”

“But I was planning on moving soon anyways…”

“You could stay with me.” He blurted out without thinking, he automatically regretted it when you stayed silent for a moment.

“I’d be okay with that.” You mumbled, and he wasn’t thinking when he leaned in to kiss you. It shocked you, but you kissed him back anyways.

“Please stay.” He mumbled when you both pulled away.

You laughed quietly and nodded.

#carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x you #carmen berzatto x you

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littlemissnoname13 · 2 years

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Hihi!! I really loved your professor!Draco hcs (and all of your draco fics, i think I've read them all lol) I was wondering if maybe you could write smut for professor!Draco? Maybe elaborate on the whole "sitting on his lap while he's working" thing?

Hi Anon. I’ve been wanting to write this as soon as I saw your ask because Professor Draco is my guilty pleasure. Sorry it took this long.

Take a Break, Professor Malfoy (D.M)

Summary: a one shot based off these head cannons (the reader is a little whiny here. Just saying)

Words: 2000ish

Warnings: smut, age gap (reader is 18+ and the gap is not too big), some form of degrading, pet names, cock warming, spanking if you look hard enough. 18+ Mature content, mature words, read at your own discretion. Also, there is consent from both parties at all times and this is not proofread.

A/n: Hi, I’m currently away from tumblr at the moment because my daytime job is busting my proverbial balls. If you see this, this post was on queue. I have a few fics on cue actually. I’ll get back to your messages and asks ASAP. 😭🥲

Masterlist

It’s a hot day.

It’s a day stowed right in between spring and summer where days are suddenly longer and sweaters are a thing of nuisance. Especially during the afternoon.

She's already peeled off her school sweater and tossed it carelessly under the foot of his large four poster bed. Her school tie lays next to all her other things slowly accumulating on his bedside table. He’s made space in his drawer for her to put her stuff in but she is tired from all her classes and the bedside table is closer.

“It’s such a lovely day outside.” She muses out loud, rolling on the bed and onto her back.

He doesn’t say anything. He hasn’t said anything for the last hour.

“I’m thinking picnic by the lake.” She tries to get his attention again. “What do you think?”

“Everyone will still be out.” He reminds her, without bothering to look up from the sack of papers in front of him.

“But I’m soooo bored, Draco.” She grumbles. Tendrils of her hair cascade off the edge of the bed and she blows a strand away to look at him.

Wire rimmed glasses rest on his nose and above his glasses, she can see his brows furrowed in concentration. His shirt sleeves are rolled up neatly and the corded veins on his forearm bulge just a little with every moment of his quill that is moving faster than the golden snitch.

He makes one last scribble and drops his quill back into the ink pot. The chair creaks against the floorboard when he turns his body to face her.

“Cmhere then.” He says, giving her a crooked grin that makes her feel lightheaded. “You can sit on my lap while I grade these papers.”

Hearing that, her body automatically leaps off the bed and darts towards his desk. She worries that she looks way too thrilled to be close to him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

A lazy smile is pulling on the corners of his mouth and his arms are wide open in anticipation.

She is quick to sink into his lap, her legs straddling him as she gets comfortable. When satisfied, she curls up into his chest and her face on the crook of his neck.

Long fingers brush her spine in gentle strokes and all the restlessness inside of her is put to an ease. She can fall asleep like this. She can die like this. She doesn’t even care.

It's terrifying how he holds so much power over her.

“You can fall asleep.” He murmurs against her earlobe as if reading her mind. “I’ll carry you to bed if you do.”

When she was a little girl, she’d fall asleep on her living room sofa and wake up snug and comfortable in her own bed. For a while, she had convinced herself that she was teleporting .But now, when she looks back, a nostalgic kind of sadness washes over in high tides because having someone to carry you to bed when you fall asleep in random places is a luxury.

She’d fallen asleep with her books sprawled on the rug of his room while he was away at a faculty meeting yesterday. When she’d woken up, she found herself on the bed. As snug as a bug.

She knows she can trust Draco to put her to bed but sleep is not what she wants.

What she wants is no sleep.

What she wants is for him to cast the silencing spell on the walls of this room and take her on his desk again. She wants him to fuck her brains out all night long,

“Don’t fight the sleep, sweetheart.” He whispers into her ears, his voice softer than lullaby. “You’ve had a long day.”

“You would know.” She grumbles, her eyes still closed. “You gave us an enormous report to write and submit by the end of this week. Who does that?”

“So you haven’t started on the report, I assume.”

“Nope.”

“May I ask why?” He asks. This whole time, his other hand hasn’t stopped grading papers.

“Oh, I was hoping to further my academic career by sucking off my professor.” She sighs against his neck, shifting her hips a little to get more comfortable.

They both know she’s only joking but still, he drops his quill and cups her arse in his palm. “Is that so?” He asks, giving it a squeeze.

“But then I changed my mind.” She peppers kisses along his throat. “I’m going to get up early tomorrow to go to the library. I have some books in mind that might help with the report.”

“Good girl.” He chuckles and kisses the top of her head before resuming his grading. She can tell he’s not impressed with any of the tests that were turned in because he keeps clicking his tongue and cursing at Salazar Slytherin.

“That’s it.” He sighs, exasperated. “Another one of these stupid answers that miss the fucking point and I’m done with my teaching career.”

She giggles and cups his frowning face in her hands. Her thumbs gently smooth out his creased brows and she leans in to place a kiss on his lips before removing his glasses.

His blue-gray eyes are so vivid up close that it robs her off her breath. His pupils dilate when they focus on her and just knowing that she is the center of his attention makes her incredibly giddy.

“Take a break, Professor Malfoy.”

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Her voice is a soft silken caress on his heated skin. It feels like a crosswind, cooling him off and sedating him into a state of pure bliss.

“Can’t.” He replies, grabbing her firmly by the hips to still him when she starts to rub up against him.

He knows where this is going.

She’s a siren and the rhythm in which she grinds her hips is a siren song he isn’t capable of resisting.

“But I want you.” She says, her voice sounding like a near sob. “Look at how bad I want you, Draco.”

She holds his large hand in her small one and guides up her skirt. Slipping the fabric of her panties aside, she presses his hand against her clit.

“See?” She blinks her eyes so innocently at him that he loses it. She’s so wet her arousal is pooling down her inner thighs.

He allows his index finger to circle her clit and she arches her back in instant response.

“I need to finish grading those papers.” He says through his teeth, unsure if he’s telling her or reminding himself. His cock is jerking up, aroused at the wet sounds of her pussy and he has to will himself not to bend her on his desk and pound her till she is deliriously moaning his name.

“Please.” She is pleading now. The little brat is rolling her hips and chasing her orgasm by fucking herself on his fingers.

“Please what?” He asks, using his free hand to grip her arse to still her.

“Please, sir.” She chokes out, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She is right on the edge of her orgasm and the thought of her at his mercy gets him off.

There has always been this power dynamic at play since the very beginning. The imbalance of power is so prominent that he often wonders if he is corrupting her. Sometimes, he lies awake next to her after carrying her to bed and wonders if he is taking advantage of her.

But then she rolls to her side and snuggles up against him. She kisses his cheek and tells him that she loves him.

It’s always been about trust between them. He fucks her like a whore and runs her a hot bath afterwards. He massages her shoulders and gives her forehead kisses.

He just wants to take care of her. He wants to take her to dinner and buy her every stupid thing her heart desires.

“Are you going to come on my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes.” She moans, struggling to keep the friction going. When he looks at the desperation in her eyes, he wants to let her come but not before he punishes her for being bratty.

His hands strike her arse as she whimpers. “Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir.” She moans. “I want to come on your fingers.”

“Then come.” He growls, pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy. He knows she needs that extra stimulation on her clit so he uses his thumb to rub steady circles on it.

She is almost there. Her eyes are rolling back and she is clenching his fingers inside her tight little hole. He increases his pace and she makes that little whimper she always makes before she comes.

“My girl is such a filthy fucking slut. Fucking herself on her Professor’s fingers.” His hands strike as arse again. “Imagine what everyone will say if they ever find out.”

She’s panting. She’s falling apart.

“That gets you off, doesn’t it?” He murmurs against her neck. “Everyone knowing what a filthy little whore you really are.”

Her orgasm crashes through her in multiple waves. With each passing wave, she trembles and cries out his name. When she’s spent he pushes the strands of hair from her sweaty forehead away and places a loving kiss on top.

She opens her eyes and looks at him expectantly. Her lips curl up into a pout and he has to stifle a laugh.

“What?” Draco arches a brow at her.

“You didn’t fuck me.” She huffs, post climax sleepiness already making her eyelids droopy.

Draco contemplates his options for a bit. If he fucks her now, he’ll have to go to class with ungraded papers tomorrow.

He reaches for his belt buckle and undoes his zipper. When his achingly hard cock springs free, she instantly looks more awake.

Draco kisses her softly and begins pumping his cock in his fist.

“Are you going to fuck me, now?” She asks.

“No.” He smirks, lifting her so he can push his cock inside her. Slowly, he feels her velvet walls suck him in. She is clawing at his back, moaning.

She frees her left hand and places it on the lowermost area of her stomach. “Here.” She sighs. “You’re all the way up here, Draco.”

“Fuck.” He groans. “I will never finish grading these fucking papers if you say things like that.”

“But it’s true.” She whispers, grinding her hips.

“Sit still” He says, stilling her for the third time that day. “Sit still and let me finish grading these papers while my cock is inside of you. Then I’ll fuck you just the way you want it.”

Her eyes dance, calculating the pros and cons of his proposal. “Fine.” She snaps and sinks back into his chest and closes her eyes.

Draco kisses her one last time and goes back to grading his papers. Ever so often, he pauses to rub her clit. She grits her teeth but stays true to her word. She does not move one bit.

By the time he grades his last paper, she is sniffling against the crook of his neck. His heart aches at the sight so he carries her to bed.

“I’m going to make it up to you, sweet heart.” He brings her hands up to his mouth. He kisses her knuckles and her fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

She sniffles and nods in response.

Draco spreads her legs apart and takes his time licking her pussy. When he gets another orgasm out of her, he lines himself up against her entrance and she sucks her breath in anticipation.

“I love you, you know that?” He whispers into her ears when he sinks inside of her. When he rocks into her in slow steady strokes, she abandons all control and gives him the reins.

“I love you too, Draco.” Her breathy whisper tickles the side of his face.

The thing is, he’d do anything for her. His heart is at her mercy and he’s given her all the reins to his entire existence.

And even when he wraps his hand around the base of her throat, he knows this for a fact.

She’s in control.

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Congrats on 1000 followers!! If you're still taking requests, I'd go absolutely feral for some of your scotfra! I love how you write modern nationverse with where characters reminisce or philosophise about the past <33

Phi I... I strayed. Okay, I strayed way off topic because this came to me so clearly that I couldn't not write it. I hope that you like it, even though there is no nationverse philosophying ;u;

Characters: Scotland, France (ScotFra)

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Starscape

Their home hits him with unexpected force as soon as he opens the door, the brass handle cool against bare palm. The smell of their lives together, clean linen and cedar aftershave. Walls cluttered with photos, Alisdair’s large leather armchair in the corner, Francis’ collection of Vogues tucked neatly besides Alisdair’s nature books into a handmade bookcase- collected fragments of two lives turned into one. A busy, friendly, assault of the senses.

Francis is in the kitchen, warm yellow lights and background radio above the metallic clatter of their cutlery drawer.

Alisdair sloughs his coat off, drapes it over the sofa, and walks in to join him.

‘Hello there.’

Alisdair can hear Francis’ smile through the words as he hugs him tightly from behind where he is at the counter, chin to shoulder. His arms go around him to their places automatically, right hand to Francis’ left hip.

Francis tilts his head back and up to try and meet his eye, ‘Good day?’

‘It’ll do.’

Francis snorts and cups his cheek lazily with one hand, reaching to place an empty pan on the stove, ‘Better than nothing.’

‘How was yours?’ Alisdair is loath to let him go but Francis wiggles free, gently nudging him back and away to let him get on with things. Alisdair retreats to the table in the middle of the room and watches.

‘Oh, you know. Same old same old.’

‘Tell me.’

Francis gifts him with a raised eyebrow. He fills up a pot with water and sets it salted to boil. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘Do you remember that new woman from a few weeks ago?’

Alisdair casts far back in time to find the name Francis might be referring to and finds too many to filter. ‘I remember you telling me about her.’

Francis raises an eyebrow, ‘Tina.’

‘Ah. Tina.’ He had forgotten Tina.

‘I cannot understand what is driving her to-‘ Francis sighs and clicks his tongue, ‘I don’t want to judge, but-‘

Alisdair smiles, ‘Yes, you do.’

Francis waves a hand. ‘Yes, fine. I do. But still, I am aware it’s not my place to say older people can’t randomly move jobs out of nowhere, and obviously they can learn how to do something new, but it’s...’

He stops, ties his hair up, and Alisdair's smiles widens. ‘Some people are slow, and I understand. It’s irritating to train them but I understand. Everyone has their own pace, and all that. Christ, I sound like Arthur when he’s being his most pretentious.’

Alisdair wants to call his brother then and has to swallow the feeling away, eyes fixed on Francis to keep him focused.

Butter to pan, salt to onions. The smell in the air is sweet. Condensation softens the windows, fogs the dark shadows of their garden beyond the glass. Francis moves whilst he talks, stepping lightly from one task to another.

‘But she’s not just slow to train. She’s someone who keeps questioning things, rather than just learning them. “Why do it this way, that way is much better.” Or, “In my last position, we did X Y Z blah blah blah”. Horrible. Aggravating.’ Francis tips mushrooms into the pan and shakes his head, ‘Anyway. Today I found out that she didn’t just move to join the analyst team because she wanted some sort of end of career change or have a last-minute depressing existential crisis. She was asked to move down. Because she was terrible at her job.’

Francis grins at him, his smile sharp teethed and wicked, ‘No wonder she’s so picky with everything. I got the feeling that she thought that we and what we do were beneath her but now-‘

Alisdair cuts him off before he can finish. Away from the table before Francis can stop him, he presses his mouth to Francis’, then to his cheek. Cups the back of his head in his hand, kisses his neck and feels the beat of Francis’ heart jump his pulse strong against his lips.

‘Stop it.’ Francis swats at him but the gesture is half-hearted at best, ‘You’re going to make me burn dinner.’

Alisdair kisses him again, Francis’ long hair soft and undone in his hands. ‘I don’t care.’

‘I care.’

Francis never burns dinner. No matter how busy the day or how many tasks he’s doing at once, dinner is never something to be sacrificed as part of a greater good. No matter how hard Alisdair could have tried to force it, in their life burning dinner was not a thing that would ever have happened. Today is no different. Francis extracts himself just in time to save things and Alisdair lets him go, knowing he needs to in order for things to work as they should.

The taste, once Francis is done, is perfect- one of his best meals, in Alisdair’s opinion, a warm mushroom soup. Thick bread- not homemade, Francis laments, but good enough- lightly toasted and thickly buttered. Alisdair savours every bite, takes small spoonfuls to draw out the experience for as long as it can go.

After they’ve eaten, the cooking a perfect mixture of memory and longing, they retreat to the living room sofa to fall deadweight against the cushions.

‘That was too much food.’ Francis says where he sits against Alisdair’s chest, their legs together under blankets before them on the L-shaped bend. ‘We keep on eating portion sizes that are way more than we need.’

Alisdair disagrees entirely. He is slimmer now, of course, much slimmer, but Francis doesn’t seem to notice. He pats the meat of Francis’ thigh and then grips it tight, ‘We’re doing just fine.’

Francis rolls his eyes and tuts but Alisdair sees the smile in his eyes, ‘No, not that. I mean that it’s expensive.’

‘It’s doable.’

‘Not with the sheer amount of lamb that you’re eating.’

‘It’s my favourite.’

‘It’s the costliest of all of them.’ Francis smiles and reaches up an arm to play with the short hair at the nape of Alisdair’s neck, ‘This needs a cut.’

‘You said you wouldn’t cut my hair anymore.’ Alisdair reminds him. Francis’ hand is warm, so warm, and Alisdair closes his eyes. ‘You said I complain too much.’

‘You do.’

‘Only because you threatened to shave me.’

Francis laughs lightly, ‘It would suit you.’

‘Well. That's why I complained.’

Beep.

Alisdair opens his eyes.

‘Shall we watch something?’ Francis sits up for the remote on the coffee table.

‘Only if it’s not a period drama.’

Francis sighs, weary, ‘Emma is not just a period drama. I’m told it’s a brilliant film.’

Alisdair wrinkles his nose and then grins at the look Francis gives him, ‘I’m sure it is. But are you going to be able to sit there quietly and not bitch about the costume design?’

Francis blinks at him. ‘Yes,’ he says after a while, ‘Obviously.’

‘Fucking liar.’

‘I will! I won’t say anything.’

‘I’ll bet you a fucking tenner you won’t be able to stop yourself saying something.’

Francis glances at the TV, then back to him. ‘Fine,’ he says after a moment, ‘If it’s shit research, I won’t be able to help myself. But that doesn’t detract from it potentially being a very good film.’

‘Besides shit costuming.’

‘… So I’m told.’

‘But see, there you go.’ Alisdair leans forwards, ‘You’ll have a great time nonetheless but I won’t be able to focus on anything because-‘

Beep.

Alisdair wavers, ‘…because I’ll have you going off making comments all the time and I’ll forget what’s happening and-‘

Francis looks scandalised, ‘You don’t know the story anyway?’

‘Why the fuck would I know the story?’

‘Oh for the love of-‘ Beep. ‘We have to watch it. That’s it, I can’t have this.’ Francis clicks on the TV and scrolls to Netflix, ‘What on earth was your mother thinking. You’d think with the amount Arthur goes on-‘

‘Arthur was the weird one. I-‘

Beep.

Alisdair feels a tightness in his chest. He tries not to think of the cause.

Francis turns to him. ‘What?’

Alisdair’s tongue feels heavy, throat tight. ‘What.’

‘You were saying?’ Francis prompts. ‘Something about you and Arthur.’

His hair is tucked behind on ear but strands have fallen free. Alisdair wants to reach forward and brush them back but he can’t move. He feels hollow, belly empty.

He takes a deep, long breath in. His lungs fill, then release. Under his fingers, he feels the whorls of the sofa upholstery on the arm rest. Feels the warmth of Francis near his outstretched leg, face buttery yellow in the lamplight by the wall. It is all so real.

‘Right.’ He runs a hand over his face, ‘Arthur was the one who read all the books. I was a normal child and young man, and went outside. Made friends.’

‘I read those same books.’ Francis presses a hand to his chest, ‘And I feel I came out quite normal from the experience.’

‘I wouldn’t quite say that.’

Francis nods, sagely, and tilts his head to one side. ‘You’re not entirely wrong. I’m with you, after all.’

Alisdair nudges him with his foot, in the softness of his stomach, and Francis laughs.

Beep. Oxygen levels critically low. Warning.

Alisdair should have turned the alarms off.

Francis settles back against him and Alisdair leans back against the sofa, tucking them back in as he goes and wraps his arms around Francis, hold him tight. Here, like this, it would be so easy to forget. To think that this was happening, and was still something he could have and return to. Francis is so solid, so real.

Beep.

But Alisdair cannot forget. Thousands of miles above earth, his body free from gravity, he watched as without warning mushroom clouds peppered through the skies below him. Rushes of clouds shot across oceans to collide with another wave, and then another, until the planet fell still.

The silence was loud. Space pressed in against the glass, a thick, dark nothingness that stretched on and outwards around him. Endless stars dull when there is no one waiting to share them with, Alisdair has found.

He still has no idea what happened. Whether it was planned, who started it, who could be left. He waited weeks for something, endless days on a knife’s edge by the comms system, unable to leave in case something came through or his planned replacement arrive to relieve him. Sleep in broken chunks, too tired to stay away any longer.

He doesn’t know now how long it has been. He stopped checking the days. There was nothing that could be done for him, anyhow. What good is it to know details of his final days, when the grand fact was that no one was coming. He lived because he was too scared to die, and that was that.

And now, here it is.

Warning.

Alisdair had remembered to override the auto-safety control that diverted power to essential systems, at least. That was the important part.

Warning.

It could warn him all it wanted; he wasn’t going to change anything.

Oxygen levels critically low.

A few more days with the bare essentials to sustain life, or this. One last go at the hollo-systems, one last story to play.

Warning. Oxygen levels critically low.

Alisdair had been holding back on playing this one. Eking out the power left on his ship for as long as he could, everything non-essential closed off to- why? To live? To remember?

Just in case, maybe. Just in case.

In his arms, the programmed memory of Francis shifts under the blankets and sighs through his nose. The film has started, Alisdair hadn’t noticed. The colours and sounds all curl and bleed together, flashes of something distinct stand out before falling away like a motion blur. Francis breathes in Alisdair’s arms, his face calm and easy, and Alisdair watches.

Beep.

This is how he wants to go.

Beep.

To go home to a life that only he can remember. Kept safe here in memories and code, a final goodbye.

‘I love you,’ he says. His voice cracks, ‘So, so much.’

Francis turns his head. He reads something in Alisdair’s face; Alisdair sees the flicker in his expression as he notes that something is wrong. But memory and code can only go so far, the real Francis would never have seen him like this before. Alisdair doesn’t know how he would have reacted. Whatever his husband’s virtual echo sees in Alisdair’s drawn, wasted face, it is not something that he was designed to see.

So, he smiles. Sees him as whole. ‘I love you too.’

The living room darkens, shadows fill the edges. Alisdair closes his eyes and buries his face in Francis’ shoulder. ‘I’ll be home soon.’

Francis turns slightly and wraps and arm around and under Alisdair’s back, ‘I’ll be waiting.’

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Tattoo Me / Eren Jaeger (Yaeger) x Black fem! Reader

Tags: Mature themes, sex, squirting, head (f and m receiving), p in v sex, tattoo artist Eren, black reader, +18, possessive! Eren, Jealous! Eren, Clingy! Eren

Word count: 2.8k / not proofread

“I can’t do this anymore!” You stared at Reiner. “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” “JUST THAT!” He let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry Y/n but I can’t fake this anymore. I don’t love you.” My face scrunched, “but this isn’t fake… it’s real.” He laughed, “you think THIS is real?!” He pointed at you then him. “No it’s never been real. Not for me anyway. I love Pieck.” I stared blankly at him. “What the fuck Reiner! How could you cheat on me?” You started to feel your eyes burn. “Don’t fucking cry. It doesn’t matter if you cry because I’m done. Don’t follow me or contact me. I'm going to pick my stuff up when you aren’t home.” On his way out he slammed our… my door. I felt the tears start to gush out of my eyes. You loved him and you know he loved me.

“Girl, you need to get it together!” Your friends wiped your tears away. “I’m trying, it's just we were together for 2 ½ years.” Kiana gave you a hug while Mari finished your makeup. “I’m done!” You looked at your friends and they squealed. “YES! You look good ash!” You turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You were so happy with your makeup and hair. You turned around and hugged your friends. “I love you guys so much!” “Aw it’s nothing anything for you boo.”

You and your friends were ready to go and you all looked perfect. “When we get to this club Y/n you have to talk to someone! You're gonna get some tonight!” Kiana clapped at Mari’s declaration. You laughed, “I will, I promise.”

The music in the club is blasting. Your mood automatically changes as soon as you walk in. All of you walk to the bar and get a drink. The first round was bought by a man and his friends. He was cute but he looked too old for you. “Y/n you see that guy over there he’s checking you out.” You turn your head and see a beautiful man with long brown hair and emerald eyes smiling at you. You look at your friends then hop out of your seat. “Well girls I gotta go.” One of your friends smacks your ass as you walk away and yells “you got it, girl”. He smirks and looks down at you. “Hey gorgeous.” You blush slightly, “Hey.”

You have had another drink by now and you two are talking and flirting. “I’m so glad your friends convinced you to come otherwise I wouldn’t have met you. You’re so beautiful it hurts me.” You laugh trying to cover up your nervousness. “You’re so cute, Eren.” “You are too darling.” You felt your clit pulse. “You want to go back to my place? It’s not that far from here?” You look up at him and nod. He puts his hand on your lower back and starts to walk to the exit. “EREN!” You both whip your heads around and look at this very short blond girl with an all gold dress and silver heels on. He mumbles under his breath. “what the fuck to you want Lana?” You look at him and then her. Omg… I’m some niggas side piece. TF. You try to get out of his grasp but he only clings onto you harder. He looks at you and makes sure to hold onto you tight. “WHY TF ARE YOU HERE WITH SOME BLACK BITCH! YOU’RE WHITE!!” Your jaw drops and you got free from Eren. He doesn’t even respond to her but runs after you. You run in the ladies room and text your friends to help you ASAP. Eren is banging on the bathroom door. “Y/n let’s talk! I swear it’s not what you think it is.” After sitting in the bathroom for 5 minutes Eren stops and Kiana speaks through the door. “It’s just me Y/n.” You open the door with tears running down your face. She gives you a hug and silently walks with you to the Uber where you meet Mari.

ONE WEEK LATER

You were out on a date with this man who said if you ever wanted to go out just hit him up. Well you did and now you two are downtown walking and finding things to do. “I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo.” He stopped and looked at you “bruh me too… ik of a tattoo shop one block away we should go.” You smiled at him, “Yea let’s do it.”

As you walk in, the smell of lavender and eucalyptus hits you and it smells good asf in here. “Hi, how can we help you today?” “We would like to get a tattoo.” She nodded, “Ok well if you fill out these forms we will get the space ready for y’all!” You both take the paperwork and fill it out.

You hand her back the forms and you two start to talk about what tattoos you want. You get called first and meet your tattoo artist. “Hi my name is Jean and I will be your tattoo artist today.” You talk for a little bit about how you don’t know what you want so he can do whatever he wants and wherever he wants. He asks you if he can put the angel number ‘444’ on your butt since it’s been popular in the shop and you say it’s fine. After he prepped you there was a knock on the door. He opened the door and stepped out. You heard whispering but couldn’t move to hear unless you wanted to get prepped again.

What’s happening outside the door:

“What is it, Eren? I’m about to tattoo a client.” “No tf you aren't, I am. You can take a break now.” Jean stares at Eren. “Why are you so pressed about tattooing my client?” “Jean it’s none of your business I just need to do it instead of you.” Jean laughed, “Eren I’ve known you since we were little. How do you know my client?” After a moment of silence Jean laughed even harder. “Oh is she that girl that you have talked about every night since last week. The one that gave you a hard on but left because that crazy bitch that used to stalk you was racist. well I’ll be damned. She’s fine asf so I get it but she’s still my client.” Eren punched Jean, “don’t look at her that way ever and it’s my shop and you work for me so I’ll do this one. I’ll even give you the commission I don’t want it.” He sighed, “Alright just letting you know she said she doesn’t care what she wants or where she wanted it so I prepped her for what’s been most-” Jean was interrupted by Y/n’s date. “I’m sorry to interrupt but is Y/n in here? Before Jean could answer Eren asked “Who are you?” The guy smiled, “I’m Y/n’s date.” Eren clenched his fist. Who tf does she think she is getting a date in less than a week when I’m still thinking about her. Jean finally answered, “yes she’s in there and he’s about to do her tattoo.” Eren nods, “I am.” “Ok thank you.” He smiles and walks to his room to get his tat. Before Jean could finish Eren walked into the room and closed the door.

Omg he’s finally back.

After 35 minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hey darling, your tattoo is done.” You snapped your neck around and looked into the man’s eyes. “OMG! WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHY ARE YOU TATTOOING ME??!?” He smirked, “this is my shop darling.” You felt like you were stuck in a nightmare. “Want to see your lovely new tat?” “Sure.” He tells you to stand up and look in the long mirror. You look at Eren first seeing him admire his work. Well it must be good. You look down and see in beautiful cursive.

E. Jaeger

Your jaw drops and for the first 5 seconds you couldn’t make a noise. But after that you absolutely screamed. “OMG! WHAT THE FUCK?!” You turn to him and all he is doing is smirking. “You think this is fucking funny!?!” “No, I think you look better now. Perfect even.” You pull down your skirt and pick up your bag. You try to walk out the door but he stops you. “Nah you aren’t leaving me again.” Your eyes start to burn and water. “No no no darling you’re too pretty to cry.” He cups your cheek and caresses it. “Y/n since last Friday I’ve thought about you everyday and night. Not just sex but your personality too.” You feel a tear drip down the side of your cheek. He kisses it away and starts to kiss you all over your face and down the side of your neck. He whispers in your neck, “Y/n leave that man.” You moan quietly and it makes Eren want you more. He needs you and he knows you need him. “I can’t…” that made him angry. He knows you can and you want to but you are too nice and perfect to leave someone no matter what. “You will… do it for me baby.” You accidentally touch his print. He can’t take it anymore. He needs you. Now. He lays you on the table and pulls your skirt up. You clenched your thighs together. “No darling, I need to see you.” You slowly spread your legs and he just stared at you. “Eren don’t stare at me too long. It’s embarrassing.” “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about if I’m just looking at my favorite piece of art.” He took off your panties and put them in his pocket. “Eren you can’t keep those.” You don’t need them darling. Whores don’t need panties.” You gasped and bucked your hips in the air. “See you’re a whore. But remember you’re my whore.” He pulled you closer to him. You pussy right in front of his face. You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect for him and no one else. His tongue goes straight to your clit. He's flicking his tongue brutally, not letting up on you. You feel yourself getting close. You moaned and tried to clench your legs to not feel so much. His hand holds your thighs all the way to your sides making you feel everything. He’s brutal, not let up at all your head shoots back and your back arches. “Fuck!” Your orgasm is so long and so hard you feel like you’re floating. “Eren stop, I can't take it anymore.” You feel a second orgasm coming but this one feels different. “FUCK! I’m gonna pee, Eren stop!” He keeps going and at the last second before you let everything go he bites down on your clit. You moan so loud and buck your hips up into his face. When he pulls back his face is all wet with his bright smile. “I didn’t know I could do that…” He goes back down one more time to lick up all of your juices from your pussy. You reach for his zipper but he steps back. “Not now baby. I think your date is done with his tattoo. Remember to show him your tattoo. I think it makes you look absolutely gorgeous.” He wrote his personal number and Instagram on a business card. “For when you want to go out for real next time.” He helps you stand up and sucks on your neck before walking you out to the lobby. He waves to you and your date before you both walk out.

THE NEXT DAY

You rang the doorbell to Eren’s apartment. He opened the door and let you in. “You look so beautiful, baby.” “You look good too, Eren.” He pulls out the chair for you and then makes your plate. I made spaghetti with garlic bread and pesto chicken. “That sounds so good!” He smiled at you knowing good and well he found your instagram after you first met and found out your favorite food.

After you both ate you watched a sexy romance movie. He was paying attention to the film when you creeped over to him and now have your hands on his zip. He grabbed your wrist before you could go any further. “Are you sure you want this?” You nod your head completely sure of your decision. You unzip his pants and pull them down. You palm his print and he groans. You rub him from the outside of his underwear. “Fuck Y/n don’t tease me.” You rub his tip from the top of his underwear. You are a little intimidated by his size. He’s bigger than your ex and he was pretty big himself. He bucks his hips into your hands. “Baby hurry up please.” You pull his underwear down and his dick stands up straight. You immediately lick his large vein on the side of his dick. You aren’t even sucking him yet and he feels like he’s about to cum. “Shit…” He pushes your throat down so far you gag. “There you go baby, that's what I want to see.” He guides you up and down his dick he’s trying his hardest to control himself. You pull all the way back, “Eren you don’t need to hold back I can take it.” He shifts his body to where he can fully thrust into your mouth. His first thrust is hard and it catches you off guard but the second one is worse. He caressing your cheek as he fucks your face like he hates you. “You’re taking me so well… My pretty girl loves my cock.” You nodded slightly. “Stick out your tongue for me.” You do as he says and you cums on your tongue. “Let me see my cum on your tongue.” You stick out your tongue and then you swallow. “That’s my good girl, you knew exactly what I wanted.”

You take off your clothes, sitting on his legs with a condom in your hand. He laughed, “is this all you came for? A good fuck?” You shake your head and try to put the condom on him. “That one’s a little small baby. Now you're underestimating my dick size, wow that really hurt my feelings.” He pulls out one from his pocket and puts it on. “Remember I’m an XL baby. You’ll need to know for next time.” Your stomach tumbled a little bit. He laid you on the coach on your back. He had his tip at your entrance playing with your clit. “Fuck me already.” He glared at you for a second then rammed his hips all the way into you. You gasped at the feeling of him inside you. The look on your face almost made him cum right then and there. He pulled back and thrusted into you so hard and fast you felt like you were gonna squirt again. “It’s t-too much Eren.” You put your hands on his abs to try and stop him. He grabbed both of your hands in one of his and held them above your head. “Nah you wanted this. You wanted my dick so that’s what you are getting. Fucking slut can’t even take what she wanted.” You squeezed down on him. “You can’t cum until I say.” Your body did everything it could to slow him down but he couldn’t be stopped. “FUCK! Omg Eren you fuck me so good.” He smirks, “who’s fucking you rn?” “You!” Your face scrunched up, “say my name.” “Eren!” He grunted aggressively, “Louder.” “EREN!” “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Cum with me Y/n.” He used his other hand to rub your clit and overstimulate you. You both came at the same time and moaned in each other's mouths.

You were limp on his couch. He walked to his kitchen to get you some water. He sat down and moved you on top of him. He gave you some water and you happily drank it. “Y/n look.” You looked at him and he showed you his new tattoo.

[Your first initial.] Jaeger

Eren: I literally love this girl even though I haven’t known her that long. I need to marry her rn.

Y/n: This man 🫣. YALL I NEED HIM SO BAD. Love of my life frfr.

I know that happened fast but Eren is clingy asf. Mans wants to marry her ASAP now! Anyways thank you for reading.

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the-phantom-author · 7 months

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Hasan Piker | long-term gf

Yes, these were made at 1am while I was eating rice krispie treats. Reblogs always welcomed, request are open.

You meet Hasan toward the end of him working at The Young Turks in late 2019, when the two of you talked about his streaming and other social media, the both of you agreed that you wouldn’t physically be on them but he's more than allowed to talk about you.

You move in with him during lockdown. It wasn’t really lockdown yet when you first planned on moving, but he needed to move into a new apartment and neither of you really wanted to go through lockdown without the other. So, the two of you decided that it was a good time to move in together anyway.

It was during lockdown that you really got to know his mother, as she did live with the two of you. It was also during this time that chat got their first bits of information and glimpses of you. It was nothing huge or anything, there would be times that they see you leaving the apartment to go to work or get groceries. They could faintly hear you talking/cooing at Fish. They’d see throw blankets around the house, ask about them, and Hasan would respond with “My girlfriend gets cold easily” and move on.

Hasan is very careful with how he navigates your hidden relationship while online. One thing is for sure though, and that he’s so respectful of it. Like, he makes his “I’m fucking your mom” jokes as he does, but as soon as someone makes a joke that just a bit to suggestive he says “I have a girlfriend.” and move the conversation alone, not letting it go there again. The whole “Hasan Positivity Week” thing would be very “Flattered, but no.” He’s not letting any amount of disrespect go your way.

That said, if someone linked him one of your tiktoks, where you’re just like “I would totally drop my long term boyfriend for Hasan Piker, I mean look at him." Coupled with a bunch of photos of him that are from your personal camera roll. He is most definitely just sitting there, looking.

The way that he talks about you on stream though is very 🥰🥰. Like, someone in chat asked how yall met and he just said “She grinned, and everything about her was perfect, and I fell in love instantly". There are several times where he absentmindedly says “we” instead of “I”. Like “We’re going on a trip later this month” or “”We’re going out for dinner, so the stream is ending early.”

During this time you are soft launching, and by this time I mean the whole relationship. It’s vague pictures of him, pinterest like photos of coffee cups that have his hands and ring in them, pictures of furniture with his clothes in the background, you in tiktok wearing his hoodies or necklaces.

It is also after covid where chatter starts getting suspicious. They see the same woman in pictures from Austin, Ludwig, Will, and the lot , often in the background or barely there. Chat asks them all about her/you and they say nothing about it. Ethan mansions Hasan’s “special lady” far too much on leftovers to just be some kind of bit.

This is when chat starts to do some digging, they put the photos from and of you together with the photos of the mystery lady in the pictures from everyone. This prompts a discussion between you and hasan about what to do with introducing you to the internet.

It is decided that Hasan should start to soft launch you and this is what is fully intended to happen, however Hasan doesn’t know the definition of soft launching. He really just post a picture of the two of them together on iInstagram. The very next day the stream is just titled “Partner Reveal” and when the stream opens it’s just you, in his chair.

Chat soon realizes that the two of you are the duo they never knew they needed. Banter off the walls, and undeniable chemistry. There are a few portions of his stream that he automatically goes to get you and ask if you want to join the stream for it. Like if he ever starts to watch something that pertains to an interest of yours, true crimes, jubilee, those conspiracy videos he's watched a few times, or these 2000's reality TV shows,.

He'll even have specific subjects that he knows you know about in a non-political way, that he'll bring you in for. Just so he can have a normies opinion on it. A normie that he trust.

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #soft launch!gf

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mizjoely · 26 days

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Three Ways It Could Have Happened (and One Way It Did)

For Day 2 of Sherlolly Appreciation Week: Shared Look/Canon Divergent Idea. On AO3 here.

He meets her gaze, his expression wary, hers hopeful, and opens his mouth to force the distance between them to remain. Opens his mouth to pretend he misunderstands her, to order coffee - black, two sugars - but then he stops. Thinks, rapidly as he always does, calculating, extrapolating, wondering at his own reasons for doing so. And then he opens his mouth again and says simply, Yes, sounds excellent, that small cafe by the north entrance after your shift? And her smile is dazzling, and he knows he's made the right choice.

He meets her eyes across the room; she's wearing a dress he's never seen before, black with sparkly straps and a twee bow in her hair and he thinks with surprise, oh, she's lovely. In the background Gavin is ogling her and even John and his latest soon-to-be ex-girlfriend and Mrs Hudson are admiring her but none of them understand the profoundness of that moment. Of Molly bravely baring a form usually kept under wraps, a gift presented and all for - him? Surely not? He glances at the bag, at the carefully wrapped gift at the top and he thinks, Yes. For me.

And he walks over to her, automatically shutting off his mobile, and he takes her hand and he leans forward and kisses her cheek (everyone is staring, staring as he does so) and he murmurs, Merry Christmas Molly Hooper and ends his years of standoffish solitude with a single smile and a second, far less innocent kiss.

He meets her eyes, his sparkling with appreciation of his own wit, hers disapproving, and his smile vanishes. Chastened, he turns back to his train-obsessed informant and eventually the entire case is unravelled to his satisfaction. But he can't stop thinking about that shared look, how she'd chastened him without speaking a single word, her disapproval so obvious that even an idiot (and he's not an idiot, no matter what his brother says) could see it.

It nags at him, that look, until finally he's driven to ask John, of all people, why he had reacted to it. He normally ignores such looks or remains blithely unaware of them, and John just shrugs and says, guess you've changed a bit since you got back, not such a bad thing, and those words strike him like a blow.

He goes to her flat and asks if the ring she's been given is meant to be permanent; he's seen how loosely she wears it, why not get it sized? And she shrugs and tries to look away but he sees the truth in those warm brown eyes, and he makes a decision. Reaching out, he takes her hand; she lets him, watching quietly as he slips the ring from her finger and places it on the table where she keeps her handbag and keys, saying nothing as he keeps hold of her with one hand and reaches for her mobile with the other. Call him, he tells-asks-demands of her. Tell him it's over. Please, Molly - And lets out a soft sigh of relief when she does.

He meets her gaze, although she can't see him doing so. He opens his mouth and speaks. I-I love you, he says, hesitant and unsure. Realization widens his eyes. I love you, he says a second time, wondering and almost awed at the truth in his own words. And when she repeats those words, so soft and broken-sounding, he could weep at his own ignorance. Wilful ignorance of what has been right in front of him all the time. When his sister's games are over, he vows as he stares at the remains of a smashed coffin, chest heaving with anger-guilt-terror, he'll repeat those words a third time.

And Molly will never have to question whether or not he means them.

#sherlollyweek2024 #mizjoely writes #mizjoely's fics #sherlolly

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yoonkinii · 1 month

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Yoonkinii's Masterlist

Baldurs Gate:

Astarion

We Were Human

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

(Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent Astarion from losing himself once more. The only problem? You don't have a lot of time.)

Theme Song: Vore - Sleep Token

"You have become the voice in my head Only recourse we're left after death Your viscera welcome me in, welcome me in My life is torn, my bones, they bleed My metaphors fall short in the end Your flesh and bone welcome me in, welcome me in Are you in pain like I am?"

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Warning(s): Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worst. (Will be updated as more parts are released)

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ...

Note(s):

For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware. You notice many things that were not included in the game but it I ensure that it is on purpose and isn't just there randomly. It should also be noted that when I post, I post the raw draft before I go back and edit the story. I do this so I am able to post consistently without having readers wait. I will go back and edit once I am able so if you notice spelling mistakes, I apologize.

Soulless Soul

Spawn!AstarionxAbsolute!VampyreReader

Synopsis: There he stands, eyes downcast and shoulders caving in on himself. He does not look weary as he was pricked and prodded to fit the standards of his master. He has no idea why he is here- lined up amongst his siblings in the dining hall. His back aches, scars he knows that have not healed properly catching onto the rough fabric of his shirt. He watched the floor, he knew better not to meet the eyes of the predators that lurked before. He doesn’t even look up when the hem of an emerald green dress stands before him.

“This one. I want this one.”

He does not allow himself the privilege of hope to blossom in his chest at those words.

Theme Song: Soulless Creatures - Aurora

All the pieces of my body's gone Look at me now and tell me how I feel inside Every pieces that I lost, I have loved

Warning(s): mentions of sexual trauma, Physical assault, gore, death, panic attacks, cursing, (more will be added as the story progresses if needed)

Note(s): Redacted in case of spoilers. I will upload notes with the first chapter

Part ...coming soon

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Want you (B.R)

Warning(s) age regression,ddlg relationship,caregiver bells <3,lots of fluff,use of a paci,use of a bottle,daddy kink,Pedro being sweet.

Pairing(s); Bella Ramsey x little!fem! Reader.

Summary; you want your partner but they’re a little busy.

A/n; I use mainly he/they pronouns for them so please just know that. Also,Bella is only 19 so I won’t be writing a lot of smut abt them. Especially until I know how they feel abt RPF <3

You wanted your boyfriend. You missed them. You were locked up in their trailer. ‘15 minutes’ they said ‘I will be back soon, bug’ they said that’s what they said a hour ago. You were getting lonely to the max degree there is.

You knew that they would be busy, they’re a actor they have a job which means they have to be busy.

You and Bella had only been dating for a few months not even half a year. You spent all of the time you could attached to their side. When they filmed they wouldn’t let you come with because they said it was scary and you trust them.

But today you didn’t care about scary you wanted them.

You opened the trailer door and found your way, it wasn’t too hard to do so with signs and arrows up. When you walked onto set you were met with a large man blocking your way. “And you are?” He asked and you just stared blankly at him.

Daddy said never talk to strangers.

“Excuse me? Are you deaf?” He asked switching to doing sign language instead of talking, you still just stared at him. “Alright, little lady let’s go” he put his hand on your back moving to usher you out of of the set. “No.” You finally said dragging your feet.

“Don’t make this hard. Come on” he said tugging on your arm. You shook your head “no! Daddy!” You screamed and the man dropped a hold of you to cover your ears.

You took off running towards the set the man was running behind you and you whined running as fast as you could. “Whoa! Whoa! Baby!” Bella stuck her arm out to stop you. You whined and hid behind her frame “he’s chasing me!” You said tears already pricking your eyes. “Dude!” Bella yelled holding her hand up to stop security.

“She wouldn’t answer me” he defended “you’re a stranger!” You argued “and?!” He yelled “I DONT TALK TO STRANGERS” you yelled back “enough!” Bella raised their voice the sound making you both hush. “What’s going on?” Pedro asked as he came over, you turned to him reaching for him “I’m scared Ped” he lifted you up automatically.

“She’s my girlfriend the fucks wrong with you?” Bella barked out and Pedro covered your ears as you held onto him. “Let’s let him take care of that.” He said walked you away from the scene.

It took a minute but eventually Bella came to meet you and Pedro. You were enjoying watching videos on his iPad when they walked in. “Little one.” Bellas tone was immediately a give away that they weren’t happy.

You shrunk back into Pedro’s chest “baby I just wanna talk” Bella explained making you peak out. “Promise?” You asked and he nodded. “I’ll let you two talk” Pedro said before taking his things and walking out of the room.

Bella crouched down in front of you where you were sitting “love, why’d you leave me trailer?” He asked tucking hair behind your ears. “Missed you” you explained and Bella smiled “I missed you too. However, you know better then to not call or text me before coming onto set” you nodded. “Gonna go time out?” You asked.

“No bug, no time out.” The assured and stood up to kiss your forehead. “Daddy asked you to do that so you wouldn’t see anything that could scare you honey.” They explained and you nodded. Bella glanced at his watch seeing the time “alright well let’s get you back to the trailer and daddy will stay with you for awhile, okay?” You nodded.

Bella took you back to their trailer snuggling you up in a blanket and slipping the tip to your bottle of juice in your mouth. They turned on your favorite show and snuggled extra close while holding the bottle up for you. After awhile they swapped the bottle for your paci making sure you were good and asleep before they left back to work.

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x you #the last of us #ellie williams #bella ramsey x little!reader

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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New Romantics - Chapter Three - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 4.619k

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Chapter Three - The Graduation Committee doesn't give an F*

Novi Grad, Friday 06:12 pm

The auditorium was considerably full, all (or almost all) of the graduating students and even younger ones that were trying to have some sort of advantage for the next years were present, and glancing at the line at the entrance, Wanda decided to check her cell phone before facing the wait.

Vision visualized it, but didn't answer her last messages, and she sighed at the empty hallway around her. She was facing the trophy cabinet and tried to call her boyfriend, who, to her surprise, answered.

"Hey." She spoke first, receiving a short laugh on the other end.

"I thought you'd be busy." He retorts, and she automatically frowns at the attitude.

"And I thought you might be since you ignored all my messages." She returns trying not to get so irritated. His impatient sigh on the other end doesn't help this.

"I was, I am actually." Says the boy. "What, you want me to pick you up from your... super fun meeting with the less fortunate folks at school?" He mocks and Wanda snorts indignantly.

"I'm trying to make new friends, Vision, as you casually remind me at every opportunity that I don't have any!"

He sighs on the other side. "Come on, Wanda, I already apologized, I didn't mean it that way."

Wanda looks away as she notices the tears in her own reflection, and takes a deep breath, noticing that the line has shortened. "Whatever, Vis, I don't need a ride. I just wanted to know if your cell phone still works."

He laughs, completely ignoring how upset she still is. "Okay, but I'm still picking you up. What time does this thing end?"

" I don't want-”

"I still don't know why you waste your time with these losers, but god helps me from trying to watch over you. Text me when you're done, darling. I'm with the boys now. Love you, see you later."

Wanda doesn't answer and is under the impression that she won't text at all. Vision hangs up without noticing, and she puts the cell phone in her pocket, heading into the crowded auditorium.

She doesn't feel very excited about socializing, and it doesn't get any better when she notices Jean and her group of friends in one of the corners of the room. The redhead giggles wryly as soon as she sees her, whispering something to Eve, who grimaces uncertainly. Wanda stops staring and looks around for an empty seat.

She is considering running away from this meeting when you arrive with a dark-haired girl she doesn't know, your gaze circling the room until you notice her. Her stomach jumps when you smile, waving in her direction as if you've been friends forever before you go on stage to greet other students with your friend.

The teacher in charge of the fundraising event is Mrs. Harkness, and she seems even more stressed and impatient than she normally is.

"Everyone sit down please, move along, let's finish this before eight" She announces loudly, and soon everyone starts moving.

Natasha greets Wanda with a kiss on the cheek at some point but has to go to the front, and stand next to the sales group leaders. You, jump seats across the row - ignoring Ms.Harkness' warning about or the giggles of your colleagues - to reach the empty space next to Wanda.

"Hey, Maximoff, long time no see." You joke, taking a seat next to her in a jump. She laughs, feeling her heart miss a beat with the kiss on the cheek you give her in greeting. "I'm glad you could make it, these meetings suck."

"Oh, I know, I attended one of those in freshman year and I swore it would be my last." She confides quietly because Harkness has started the introduction.

You smile. "What changed your mind?"

She shrugs, biting the inside of her cheek. The girl who came with you sits with Yelena Belova, Wanda notices, and they seem close. Soon Harkness is asking about the groups and what fundraising ideas they have to pay for the graduation party and trip, and Wanda is trying to pay attention to this and not to your presence next to her.

She ends up noticing the other groups as well, some mixed, some just boys or girls. She notices Jean, and her former friends talking animatedly about the food stall they are going to take over and feels a soft sadness fill her chest. She wonders if things had been different, would she be sitting with those girls now?

As two trios fumble over the choice of person in charge of the raffle, Harkness sighs loudly and impatiently, a hand on her forehead before asking for a five minutes break.

"Do you want to get out of here?" You ask her suddenly, and Wanda takes a glance at the groups ahead. The meeting looks like it will take much longer than originally planned, and she is agreeing immediately. You smile and nod in the direction of the exit, and Wanda takes her cue from the students getting up for the break to move first.

Once in the empty halls, you lead the way to the outside gardens.

"I don't want to speak badly of my lovely colleagues, but by god, how annoying they can be." You comment making her chuckle. Wanda hesitates as you take a carton of cigarettes out of your pocket, and you raise an eyebrow at her. "Does it bother you?"

She immediately denies it. "Not at all, I was just going to stay away from the smoke so I wouldn't be a passive smoker."

You chuckle, taking two steps back with a playful attitude. "It's not that kind of cigarette."

"Oh." She can't hide her surprise and feels a little embarrassed at your smile. "It's no problem either." She murmurs, taking the seat on the bench next to you.

You light the joint, and take a deep drag, exhaling into the starry sky above you before you clarify. "I have considerable social anxiety. So whenever I have to go to very crowded places, this helps me relax a little."

Wanda twists her fingers inside her jacket pockets. "Got it." She mutters, not quite knowing what to say about it. "Thanks for telling me."

You smile at her politeness. "You're welcome, Wanda." Another short drag. "You don't talk much, is it because you don't like me?"

She giggles, feeling her ears heat up. "What? Where did that come from?"

You shrug, a smile playing on your lips that hold the cigarette for a moment. "It's just that your brother talks a lot. I thought twins who had similar personalities, but you two are very different."

She smiles, "I guess so. But I'm not quiet all the time, I talk."

"Yes, especially in Literature." You retort. "Such a clever girl."

She chuckles shyly, shaking her head. "Yeah, right."

"What? It's true. Your reviews are brilliant." You insist and with a smile, you add: "You're brilliant."

She can feel her face flush and thinks the way you seem pleased to affect her is not fair. She tries to shrug it off casually.

"I don't think I'm brilliant at all, the only subject I do well in is literally that one. " She confides then, and you take a drag, thoughtful for a moment. "Sorry, that was a bit self-deprecating."

You twitch your nose. "Don't apologize for saying what you're thinking, or feeling. It's not a bad thing." You retort immediately, and she swallows dryly. Your expression softens. "And what's this about not being brilliant? Everyone has their talents. Da Vinci didn't revolutionize physics like Albert Einstein but it wasn't Einstein who made the Monalisa."

Wanda chuckles, her cheeks rosy. "I think you have a point."

"Of course I do, I happen to be quite brilliant myself." You comment humorously.

"Quite modest too I see." She adds in the same tone.

"Always." You murmur, taking another drag. You are beginning to feel all your muscles relax, so you think about putting out the cigarette. But an adult figure coming out of the same entrance you came in makes you choke with fright.

"Miss L/N, I'm going to pretend you're not smoking on school grounds for the sake of my blood pressure." Agatha announces seriously, approaching you in long strides. She takes the cigarette from your hand, and you try to control your cough as Wanda stands up awkwardly.

"It's medicinal, Miss Harkness." Wanda lies - somewhat - for you, patting you gently on the back. Agatha raises an eyebrow.

"Do me a favor and bring the lunch trays for your classmates in the cafeteria that the school left prepared. I need a break from those petty little monsters."

Wanda nods but you hesitate. "Ma'am, what about..."

Agatha takes a short drag in defiance, and as soon as she blows the air up, she repeats "The food, Miss L/N."

You chuckle at the scene and don't insist because Wanda pulls you by the hand into the school again.

The walk to the cafeteria is filled with laughter and jokes, you and Wanda finding Harkness' posturing amusing, but not the least bit surprised. She was known to be the coolest teacher in the place anyway.

The snack trays were on carts, and it didn't take you long to locate them. But once Wanda had her hands on the first cart, you - who was standing next to her - asked her a question that took her completely by surprise.

"Is it true that you have a boyfriend?"

Wanda chuckles awkwardly, glancing at you. "Yeah, why?"

The way you look at her and then turn your gaze with a disappointing semblance already answers the question. Wanda swallows dryly, her stomach sinking. You force a chuckle, the squeeze on the stroller getting stronger.

"Well, now I feel silly."

Wanda can hear her heart racing in her chest, but she swallows her nervousness and tries to pretend she's not affected at all. "What are you talking about, Y/N?"

You look away. "I was calling you out on a date earlier today." Oh, of course, you were. God, Wanda felt so stupid. "Sorry about that, I didn't know you-"

"I wasn't offended." She quickly clarifies. "Not at all."

You nod, equally clumsily. "So... you like girls too?"

Wanda smiles, looking ahead. "I like people."

"I like people too, but girls make me extra nervous." You joke, making her chuckle in agreement.

You two exchange shy glances, before Wanda clears her throat. "We should take this inside before the gang starts getting aggressive." She plays along, getting out in front of you with the cart. You chuckle, following her with the other cart through the cafeteria and halls toward the auditorium.

Before you arrive, you stop and Wanda breaks off out of curiosity. "Hey, things don't have to get weird between us, okay?" You start at once. "I think you're really cool, and being your friend would be enough."

Wanda hesitates. "Wouldn't that be selfish with you?"

You give her a sad smile, shrugging. "Don't worry, besides, I've heard that great love disappointments make great artists."

Wanda smiles. "Oh, and you would be the great artist?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"And that makes me what? The bitch who broke your heart?" She teases, but you chuckle, looking away.

"No, Wands, that makes you my muse." You retort casually as if you haven't caused an explosion inside her chest. "Come on, the folks are hungry."

You enter the auditorium, and Wanda spends the rest of the night trying to ignore the way her heart is beating fast inside the chest next to you.

Novi Grad, Wednesday, 11:14 am

"I don't know how they got the best stalls, but I can bet there's some kind of deal there."

Wanda was trying to pay attention to the whole conversation, but Vision's insistent messages on her cell phone were making her more irritated by the second. He was sitting across the courtyard with his fellow members of the Politics club, and he was bombarding her cell phone with questions about being ignored practically all weekend, and now at the school.

He wanted answers that Wanda would only know how to retort with curses.

"You're damn right, Grey was hooking up with one of the boys from the Football Team. Of course, the two groups are protecting each other." Carol Danvers said, and Wanda raised her eyes from her cell phone immediately at the mention of Jean's name.

She was sitting next to Kate Bishop - whom she had officially met on Monday, who was a sophomore like her girlfriend Yelena. The two of them were participating in organizing the graduation committee in advance so that in their senior year they would have more peace of mind. But you commented to Wanda that Kate actually had money and didn't need to participate in any of this, but was doing it all so Yelena could have the experience. Wanda couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the two, Vision was not in the least bit willing to do anything of the sort for her.

"Where did you hear that?" The question escaped her lips before she could help it, and the group stared at her. She swallowed dryly. "I-I just didn't know Jean was dating. We...used to hang out together."

Maria Rambeau's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, really? Any chance of renewing that friendship? We could try to work out a deal for half the ticket sales for the games..."

"No, sorry, no chance." Wanda interrupts immediately, a blush of embarrassment hitting her cheeks. Maria is slightly disappointed, but no one in the group takes it to heart. Nat answers Wanda's question by saying that Jean and Scott Summers had been dating for a few weeks but that it was nothing official according to their Facebook relationship status. Wanda bites her tongue to avoid adding that Jean has never paid much attention to such things.

The girls continued talking - or complaining - about sales options to raise money, and Natasha was organizing something with toilet paper when Wanda's cell phone vibrated again.

"I don't get why you're behaving like this. Text me when you quit acting so childish."

She swallowed dryly and blocked the cell phone. She looked over to where Vision was, but he was smiling as he was approached by Jean's group, who were handing out flyers about the football league games that would have the ticket sales going to their group's fundraiser.

"Are you going, Maximoff?"

Carol's voice drew her attention away from her boyfriend. She frowned.

"Sorry. Going where?"

The blonde smiled, not caring about the other's lack of attention. "Fundraising party next week. Kate has a fancy vacation home, everyone will want to peek in."

The younger one laughs, rolling her eyes. "I never said I could be the hostess." She recalls. "My mother hates parties. She travels a lot, but if she's in town and catches me doing something like that..."

"I can be the hostess." Wanda finds herself declaring, which surprises the group. She licks her lips. "I-if it's okay with Kate, of course. My house is pretty big, and my dad is never there. And my brother can join in-"

"Oh, he must! Pietro is a popular guy and if he's there, all his friends will be." The group quickly gets excited, and Wanda tries to ignore her trepidation in anticipation.

The last party she threw at her house didn't end well, but she was trying to be positive about everything. Especially since you gave her an assured wink from the opposite seat. But she noticed the way her heart skipped a beat, and maybe that idea was the worst of all.

Novi Grad, Thursday, 04:17 pm

Erik was concentrating on the papers spread out on his office desk, and Wanda had almost given up bothering him. But her father, even though he was busy, noticed his daughter's presence, and his expression brightened beyond exhaustion.

"Hi sweetheart, come on in." He asked, and she gave him a small smile, hands busy.

"I made tea." She says, handing him one of the mugs. Erik smiled in thanks, putting away some papers.

"Danke Schatz (Thank you, sweetheart)." Very often, Erik used his native language at home, and after so long, Wanda spoke it fluently. She nodded and stood beside her father.

"Are you too busy, papa? I wanted to talk about something."

He smiled, taking a sip of tea before shaking his head. "I am never too busy for my children." It wasn't entirely true, but Wanda understood. She smiles a little, looking down at her feet.

"I joined the Graduation Committee at school." She tells and Erik lets out an immediately excited exclamation.

"Incredible darling! I imagine with Jean and the girls it's even more fun-"

"No, not really." She cuts off quickly, feeling uncomfortable but lacking the courage to meet her father's gaze. "They're part of another group so we won't see much of each other."

"Oh, no chance to rearrange to stay with your friends?"

Wanda forces a smile, trying to hide her pain. "Don't worry, papa, the girls in my group are my friends too. I like all of them."

"Well, if you say so." Erik comments casually, taking another sip of his tea. "I'd be happy to help with any outside fundraisers you guys organize, by the way." He lets her know, receiving a grateful nod. Wanda plays with the support of her cup, and Erik adds, " That' s all you wanted to tell me?"

She swallows dryly. "I was thinking of having a party." She says, and Erik raises an eyebrow. She takes courage before she loses it for good. "It would be a fundraiser, papa. We have a nice house, and the school kids would use the pool and-"

"I understand, Wanda." He cuts her off gently. "In my youth, many of my classmates loved to visit my house. But I hope you are surrounding yourself with people who like you, and not your pool."

Wanda smiles, looking down. "I am, I hope so at least." She comments, and he smiles. He leaves the teacup on the table and reaches out a hand to hold his daughter's.

"I will trust your organization, and expect a clean house when I return." He directs, and Wanda nods in understanding. But Erik does not release her hand, caressing the skin tenderly. "Are you sure that was all, dear? You have been looking so gloomy to me lately..."

Wanda frowns in confusion, resisting pulling her hand away and getting into a completely defensive posture. It's a tough fight.

"What? No, I'm fine!" She assures with a forced smile. "Actually, I should-I want to, introduce you to someone. I'm actually dating now."

"Oh, that's some news." Erik says with a surprised laugh. "A boy?"

It's Wanda's turn to laugh. "Yes, Papa, a boy."

Erik lets go of her hand, sighing slightly. "Well, I must say I'm a little upset. When you came out, I was rooting for the boys to be out of the game..."

"Papa!" Wanda exclaims in a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. Erik chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

"What, I just worry about grandchildren, Wanda! I don't want you compromising your future on a child now. And you'd be amazed at how many births I deliver in teenagers-"

"Okay, please, let's not have that conversation again." She cuts in with a nervous laugh, "I'll just set up a dinner date with you and my boyfriend, okay, tell me a day that you can."

"Yes, ma'am." Erik retorts with false seriousness that makes her laugh. She rolls her eyes and mutters for him to get back to work before leaving the room.

Novi Grad, Friday, 03:45 pm

The stadium was packed for the opening game, and Wanda had some difficulty getting through the crowd. Vision was pulling her hand tightly, not caring much about it.

"Come on, the guys got a seat upstairs." He warned over his shoulder. "I swear, if I find the idiot who made attendance at the first game mandatory, I'll murder-"

"Wanda!" Someone called out to her from the bottom row, and she gave Vision's hand a tug for him to stop, which the boy begrudgingly did. Natasha barely paid him any attention, hugging the girl by the shoulders for a moment. "Aren't you going to sit with us? We're in the fake cabin, Carol has team member advantages." Jokes the girl, but Wanda feels the grip on her hand grows stronger.

"No, I-"

"We already have seats." Vision answers for her moodily, but the grip loosens at the deadly stare he receives from Romanoff.

"She can speak for herself, you know. It's allowed to in this century." Retorts the redhead, making Wanda chuckle. Vision grimaces.

"Take your pick then, Wanda. I'm going to sit down before some idiot spills beer on my sweater." He drops her hand in irritation and goes to take the high seats he has secured. Wanda tries to hide her discomfort by hugging her own body.

"Sorry about that Nat, he's usually nicer. But the admission dinner didn't go well and he's been cranky."

"And that's a reason to treat someone badly?" Retorts the redhead, and seeing her friend's hesitation, sighs. "Never mind, it's not my place to talk shit about your boyfriend who I don't even know. If you get the chance, try to convince as many of your friends as possible to buy foodstuff, okay? I don't know how, but Y/N got on Jean Grey's good side and we're getting a third of the food sales." Nat tells and Wanda finds herself clutching her arms tighter.

"Oh, really?" She tries to sound casual.

Nat nods smiling. "Yep, if we're lucky she'll take Grey to bed and we'll split the profit 50/50." Natasha is clearly joking, but Wanda can't laugh. She looks away immediately.

"I should go, Vis is waiting. I'll see you after the game, I think, or Monday." She practically flees the scene, making her way to the higher seats.

Vision is very pleased that she has chosen to join him, and he tells her so as soon as she sits down with an arrogant 'I knew you were coming' before slipping his arm around her shoulders.

The game didn't take long to get started and the crowd seemed well wrapped up. Wanda was having a good time, though, watching the reactions.

"God this is so barbaric. Poor folks have fun over such pathetic hobbies." Vision commented beside her, her friends and brother grumbling in agreement.

"You don't have to be so elitist all the time, Vision." She can hardly believe she had the nerve to call him out, her boyfriend much less. But his surprise only lasts half a second, soon he laughs and looks away.

"Do you even know what that word means, Miss Failure Grade?" He mocks, drawing laughter from the whole group. Wanda pushes his arm away and stands up. "Hey, come on, baby, it was just a joke!"

He tries to pull her by the arm, but Wanda pulls back and bumps into the bucket of popcorn on her boyfriend's lap, which flies down the row. With the small commotion, she slips away.

She suddenly feels so stupid. And her only reaction is to look for a place to hide her tears. Vision loses sight of her in the crowd, which is a great thing because she doesn't want to deal with him right now, and ignores his calls on her cell phone for the next few minutes.

Wanda finds a good hiding place behind the women's locker room which is completely empty because the game taking place meters away.

She tries to keep the tears inside but they fall regardless.

A nearby whistle makes her wipe her face quickly.

"I thought I heard someone skipping the mandatory game around here."

Your joke gets a weak laugh from her, and Wanda looks forward so that you don't see the state of her face, even though you know well that she was crying.

"Are you going to rat me out?" she challenges humorously, and you chuckle, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Nah, I'd have to turn myself in together." You say shrugging, approaching at a slow pace. "I'd rather skip the game with you if that's okay."

She nods, sniffling lightly. You stop beside her, shoulder to shoulder, and Wanda has to resist with all her willpower not to lean into the warmth of your body.

"It's okay, Y/N, I promise. It was just a silly fight." She says when she can feel you looking at her out of the corner of your eye. You press your lips together before sighing.

"Oh, thanks for clarifying, I do need to know the reason for your absence from the game to put in the committee report." You tease, and when Wanda is about to laugh, she starts to cry.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." She gasps in a small sob, her head down as she tries to wipe her face. "I don't even know why I'm crying, I'm so fucking stupid-"

You stand in front of her, and your hands suddenly go to her face. Wanda falls silent immediately, staring at you. But all you do is smile at her tenderly, your fingers wiping away her tears.

"I find myself compelled to disagree, Maximoff." You say gently. "I happen to think you are quite brilliant."

"I'm failing at school, I don't know how I made it all the way to senior year without being able to concentrate on anything-"

You shake your head. "Stop it." You interrupt her seriously, even though your tone is tender. "I don't know who made you believe you were less than extraordinary, Wanda, but you have to stop listening to them, and listen to me. I've known you for a few weeks and I already think you're remarkable. My very own muse." You joke last, making her smile. "In a year, I'll think you're more important than Beyonce."

Wanda bursts into laughter, hiding her face in your shoulder for a moment. "Is that your reference of most important person?"

"I would have said Natasha Romanoff, but I feel like she would spring up from the ground to choke me if I said you would be more important than her. My best friend is a very jealous person."

Wanda chuckles. "I believe you."

You swallow dryly, seeming to become aware of the closeness. Your hands move away, and so do you. "You shouldn't let anyone convince you that you are inferior in any way, Wanda. You have to remember that."

She tries to push the nervousness away with a joke. "Is that motivational talk from the graduation committee?" She challenges, and you laugh.

"No, the graduation committee doesn't give a fuck." You retort. "But I do. And I'd say you're pretty incredible, as many times as you need to hear it."

Something warm forms in her chest, and Wanda thinks she might start crying again.

You just smile, and before she can thank you, the whistle for the first break is sounding around, and Wanda knows that the place will start filling up soon. She sniffles lightly. "I should go home."

"Do you need..."

"No, my brother." She interrupts guessing your question. It's not rude, she just looks exhausted. "Pietro can drive me home."

You nod, and Wanda, instead of walking away, comes closer. She kisses your cheek for a lingering moment and gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Y/N, really." She whispers. "I'll see you on Monday."

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