#if they weren't already together she'd be falling for her right now!

[lovinpelova]

found out | j. fleming

summary; y/n uses the wrong word and asks for a definition of said word, when her and jessie give each other a knowing look and are caught the team teases them endlessly.

🎵 the morning - the weeknd

it was no secret that you and jessie had been together for ages. fans realised this when they first stalked your friends socials for pictures of jessie at ucla before finding pictures of you and jessie, way too close to be best friends. they then found pictures of you and her kissing after a couple matches before cracking the code and spreading the news.

now at twenty-five and twenty-four, you'd been together nearly nine years and couldn't be happier. sam joked sometimes that you'd be dead before you got married but you always argued back that you were still fairly young to be fully tied down and weren't going to break up anytime soon- if you were going to break up you'd have done it more than eight years ago.

obviously you and jessie were extremely comfortable with each other in every way possible, loving her for nine years, receiving endless reassurance and adoration meant you trusted each other with everything in yourselves. especially in the bedroom, that's how you got here today.

the canadians lips scattered over your neck hungrily to produce more blood-red love bites wherever she could, her tongue running over your skin like she was a vampire starved for ten years. her left hand pinning your right one above your head with a silk blindfold laced between your fingers and her right hand endlessly moving around your thigh, pulling it to wrap around her waist alongside your other one as she began to roughly grind into you.

"love when you let me do this."

she mumbled against your collarbone, voice slightly tuned out by the string of moans she was pulling from you as your left hand clawed at her bare and muscular back. the canadian groaned in response to your nails digging into her skin and leaving a trail in their wake, flesh turning red raw like your hickeys as you threw your head back and moaned loudly at the way her muscles rippled and flexed under your touch.

"jess..."

you trailed off breathlessly, not knowing what you were calling for her to do as it was all so overwhelming you couldn't even think properly, your brain was short-circuiting and judging by the way jessie chuckled cockily in your face she knew exactly what was happening.

"yeah, baby?"

the midfielder teased, feigning innocence whilst her right hand trailed up your bare torso to massage your breasts just the way she knew you liked- you had been together close to ten years after all, what kind of a girlfriend would she be if she didn't know how to make you fall apart without even fucking you?

"need you."

you babbled mindlessly, the affects of mind-numbing pleasure only jessie could source you with already taking place as you whined and squirmed underneath her muscular body. she'd stopped moving her hips by now and she didn't want you to move yours either, so she took her hand away from your semi-clothed chest and pushed your waist down into the bed beneath you with her biceps bulging from the display of strength.

"need me to do what? where do you need me babygirl?"

you hesitated, knowing she wanted you to be filthy and vulgar with what you said next. as much as you loved jessie when she was like this, you hated extremely explicit dirty talk - only if you were saying it, jessie saying it was beyond nice - it made you feel weird saying things like that out loud.

"c'mon princess, can't make my girl feel good if i don't know what she wants can i?"

"jess- please, need you to fuck me."

"see? that's all i wanted to hear. such a good girl."

the praise made your brain go to mush, the hand that was clawing at her shoulder mindlessly pulling her closer to smash your lips onto hers desperately. whatever you could take from jessie, whatever she would give you, you were taking it. she suggested using the article of silk laced between your hands a couple years back when you decided to start exploring a less vanilla side of your sex life and it's safe to say she loves it.

whether she's blindfolded or using it on you, she adores it. the way it heightens the senses, makes touch and smell and words ten times more intense without a single clue what they're going to do next- that's what jessie loves. the cluelessness to it, the realisation that you don't know what will happen next. it makes the orgasm ten times better, especially if it's sudden.

"you sure you still wanna use this prettygirl?"

jessie mumbled against your lips, moaning into your mouth when you pulled away to bite her lip roughly, letting her know you wanted it hard and you wanted it now. jessie loved fucking you like that, especially when you were blindfolded. the noises you let out were music to her ears but with the way they'd grow impossibly louder out of shock when she'd touch you if you didn't expect it?

god, jessie fucking loved it.

you nodded eagerly with a grin on your face matching hers, letting go of her hand so she could move the silk blindfold to wrap around your eyes. she tapped your temple twice lightly in a silent request you lift your head, humming in approval when you did so and carefully tying a knot around the back.

"that okay? not too tight or too loose?"

"no, it's perfect baby."

you pressed your head back against the pillows, jessie undyingly turned on by the sight beneath her. ever since the first time you'd used a blindfold she could swear she'd never been so turned on in her life before.

the way your breathing hitched with every move she'd make or time she'd touch you, how your hands would tentatively reach out and always land on her muscular arms or toned back to ground yourself, it was nowhere near the way you reacted to her without a blindfold. obviously jessie loves having sex with you no matter what, but there was just something different about it when a blindfold was involved- don't even get her started on how much she loves being blindfolded herself.

the way you straddle her hips and mindlessly grind against her without warning, roughly pushing her head back or to the side so your lips could devour their way along her body, filthy whispers of what you wanted to do to her - or what you wanted her to do to you - making her moan louder than ever as it's all she could focus on. no sight means heightened hearing, so if you're whispering all the ways you've thought about fucking her or being fucked by her? she's a goner.

don't even get her started on the one time you restricted her hands as well. using another piece of silk to tie her wrists together against the bedframe, denying her the right to touch you as you got your own satisfaction and didn't give jessie the pleasure until she begged to touch you. (spoiler warning; when you let her out of those restraints she fucked you dumb.)

"how you feelin' baby?"

she questioned right against your ear, knowing the whispered words affected you from the breath you let out against her neck, feeling her hands wrap your legs around her waist again as she started grinding down into you at the perfect angle. jessie had been with you eight years, nearly nine, she knew exactly how to push your buttons and when to push them. right now, she was putting that to use, turning you on as much as she possibly could so she can give you the worlds best orgasm in a couple moments time.

"so turned on, jess."

you breathed out into her ear, kissing her skin afterwards and pushing your hips up into hers after you'd worked out her rhythm and immediately being rewarded by a delicious friction against your core, the canadian a bit frustrated at the way you just took that from her without asking but letting you off because of the loud moan you let out.

"good, it's gonna be worth it when i fuck you until you can't speak anymore."

--------

it was media day at chelsea, meaning you and jessie were going to be split up for an unnecessary amount of time the next couple hours. sure, you'd have your media buddies you'd been partnered up with but it just wasn't the same as each other, you hated media days.

you'd just finished a game of guess who with guro for the barclayswsl tiktok account and chelseawfc youtube channel, meaning you had a fifteen minute break before you and the norwegian were put back to work with another media team for another social media account. quickly heading to sit beside one of your best friends millie and seeing jessie being guided over with niamh helping her, you went to jump up and hug her before staying put next to your skipper when you saw what she was wearing.

"niamh whys she got a blindfold on?"

millie made a noise of confusion from next to you, the girl you previously addressed stopping her footsteps as jessies mouth fell open slightly from your words.

"that's not a blindfold, it's an eyemask."

millie corrected you, making your competitive nature reveal itself for a moment as you challenged her immediately, your girlfriend listening as she pulled the eyemask down to rest around her neck and niamh watching amusedly.

"what would you define a blindfold as then?"

"like, a bit of material put over your eyes. they're mainly used to kidnap people, you know the usual."

you scoffed at millies joke and turned to look at jessie, the pair of you giving each other one of those looks when you thought you weren't being watched, only realising you were being watched.

"oi! what was that look for?"

millie questioned, niamh racking her brain for any answers whilst millie had a slight idea of what you and jessie just said to each other with your eyes. you shrugged in response, thinking of something sarcastic to say.

"jessie can agree with me when i say blindfolds are subjective to context."

the blonde next to you had her straight face scrunch up in disgust for a second as you grinned cockily at her, turning to your girlfriend as she smiled sheepishly with a massive blush across her cheeks as usual.

"you two disgust me."

"what? what does she mean? what have i missed?"

niamh questioned, genuinely confused by what you'd said and drawing the attention of other teammates. guro shuffled closer, sam came over with jess and lauren arrived at some point too, putting you and jessie on the spot as soon as millie explained it to niamh.

"her and jessie have used a blindfold before."

"okay? why would they do that?"

"no, niamh. they've used a blindfold before."

the defenders expression changed from one of recognition to one of disgust, pretending to throw up as all the other girls started teasing or turning away in shock. you and jessie sat there and took the brunt of it all, knowing there was nothing you could do now that the secret was out. plus, how could you be upset? at least you were still getting some.

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[wileys-russo]

boyfriend lessi on holiday in Ibiza just looking after you when you have too much to drink and both of you just having a great holiday

lucky II a.russo

alessia sipped at her drink with a small smile watching you cheer loudly and crash tackle ella and georgia into a hug, slinging your arms around them with a tipsy grin.

"less you're gonna burn a hole in the poor girls head if you keep staring at her like that." lotte teased from where she sat beside her, nudging her best friend with her knee who rolled her eyes.

"yeah well someones gotta watch her, we both know what she's like drunk." alessia gave the girl a pointed look who had to hum in agreement, both of them having had multiple experiences with you when you'd had just one drink too many or ten.

and so alessia kept a watchful eye over you as you danced and drunk your way late into the night, not having seen half of the girls you grew up with in months you weren't wasting any time celebrating your reunion.

"hi gorgeous, you alright?" you heard the familiar accent rasp in your ear and felt the blonde press into you from behind, admittedly not having spent much time with her today. "lessi baby!" you grinned with a slur, turning to face her and cocking your head with slanted eyes.

"how about we slow down and have a water together hm?" your girlfriend smiled, wrapping you in a tight hug as you laughed and smacked her on the shoulder. "funny joke!" you winked and attempted to wiggle out of her grip to no avail.

"not joking, i think you've had enough for the minute babe." alessia spoke a little more firmly now as you pouted, trying to break her resolve but it was to no avail. "fine! buzzkill." you groaned as the taller girl pressed an affectionate kiss into your hair and stepped away back to the table to grab you a water.

"oi, neck it." georgia whispered as she appeared suddenly beside you with a fresh drink, grinning at you mischievously as you did as she instructed. "oh fuck gee!" you winced with a gag as the straight tequila burnt its way down the back of your throat.

"warn a girl next time you try to kill her stanway!" you coughed, georgias face paling as she caught alessias narrowed eyes of suspicion, hurrying off as the striker returned. "what did you just do?" the blonde sighed as you smiled innocently, already feeling the effects of the straight alcohol begin to kick in.

"nothing! dance?" you grabbed her hand and attempted to tug her away to where the rest of the group was but the taller girl remained rooted in place. "come here." alessia ordered, grabbing the back of your neck and feverishly connecting your lips.

though before you could properly kiss her back she'd already pulled away, looking down at you sternly. "you taste like tequila."

"do I?" you gasped mockingly, sending the blonde a charming smile and grabbing her hand again, pulling her toward the dance floor. "you're an idiot. you know that?" alessia sighed, biting back a smile as you stumbled and she reached out to steady you.

"maybe, but you love me baby. can't deny it!" you sung out, pressing your body into hers and grabbing her hands, placing them on your waist as your friends cheered and the italian shook her head.

"...you're lucky you're quite cute, i'll give you that."

~

"ah! baby no more." alessia sighed in frustration, catching you sipping on ellas drink when you thought she wasn't looking, pulling you to sit on her lap with her arms locked securely round your waist.

"why!" you whined, your head falling back to the taller girls shoulder with a pout, alessia wincing slightly at the intense smell of alcohol on your breath. "you've had enough babe." the taller girl responded quietly, rubbing circles into your thigh with her thumb.

"oh go on less let ya girl live a little!" ella grinned drunkenly, maybe even more drunk than you as lotte hurried to help her sit down. "i love this song! lessi baby lets dance." you perked up, throwing her hands off and standing, only to go toppling right over into georgia and ellie's lap unable to hold yourself up.

"okay! i think we're gonna go." alessia decided, grabbing your bag and slinging it over her shoulder, reaching out to help you up.

ignoring your drunken protests alessia said your goodbyes to the group of girls for both of you, agreeing to meet them for brunch tomorrow as her phone pinged that your uber was out the front.

finally wrestling you into the car and getting a seatbelt on you alessia apologised to the driver and took a seat beside you, your whinging about not wanting to leave only lasting a couple more minutes before you inevitably passed out on the blondes shoulder, her arm wrapped protectively around you.

"thank you." alessia murmured to the driver, nudging you awake as he pulled up outside your hotel. "give us a piggyback." you demanded, alessia rolling her eyes but obliging as she helped you out of the car, hauling you onto her back effortlessly.

"are we going to another club?" you mumbled in her ear, head slumped on her shoulder as the two of you stepped into the elevator. "no you're going to bed darling." your blonde lover chuckled with a shake of her head.

"why? we're in ibizaaa baby, let loose. party time!" you cheered loudly as alessia hastily shushed you, well aware it was nearing two thirty in the morning as she struggled to find the key card in your bag while balancing you on her back.

finally finding it she opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief as she lowered you into the mattress. sitting down at the end of the bed your girlfriend slid off your heels, tossing them behind her and gently massaging your feet as you groaned in relief.

leaving you temporarily she rummaged through your cases, quickly stripping and slipping on a tank top and shorts, grabbing an oversized shirt for you.

"good god woman, stop that." alessia chuckled, swatting your hands away when you attempted to pull off your dress, getting it caught over your head with a grunt as you flailed around blindly.

pulling you to sit up the striker easily slipped the dress off and tugged her shirt over you, the height difference between you two meaning it hung down to your knees.

"do you want me to take your makeup off love?" alessia knelt down with her hands on your knees, lips curling into a smile at just how quickly your drunk mood had shifted into utter exhaustion as you nodded tiredly.

"come on then." your girlfriend helped you to your feet, basically carrying you into the bathroom as she placed you up onto the counter, back resting against the wall.

"my girlfriend normally does this for me." you mumbled out with your eyes closed as alessia gently held your chin in one hand as the other tenderly wiped away your makeup.

"does she? that's nice of her." the blonde chuckled as you hummed. "yeah she's pretty nice. dunno where she went though, who are you again?" you squinted through narrowed eyes at the blurry figure in front of you.

"your girlfriend." alessia finished, tossing the last wipe in the bin and looking at you with a shake of her head.

"really? lucky me." you shot her a lopsided grin as alessia hummed, picking you up again as you wrapped your legs around her waist and your head slumped to her shoulder, the blonde carefully peeling back the duvet with one hand as she gently settled you into the bed.

"lucky you indeed."

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[downthe-f4ndom-rabbith0le]

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 1

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 3631 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

~~~

(21 years old)

'All right, team,' Y/N Prince addressed her small group of young heroes. 'Good work today. Now go hit the showers and enjoy a nice quiet night in. You've earned it.'

'So crash!' Bart cried with an energetic jump. If anyone were to guess how the team's week had been solely based on Bart's energy, they would've said it had been cruisy. Not that Y/N had led a covert task force over the past week into Bialya to take down meta-human trafficking outposts.

Y/N watched with pride as Bart and Jaime bantered on their way out, followed by Stephanie and Cassie chatting excitedly about something, all the while Tim and Cassie held hands quietly. It had surprised the team a little how, out of the blue, the two of them were dating. But if Wally's death had taught them all anything, it was that time was too precious to waste in their line of work. They'd been together ever since.

Two years, Y/N mentally noted, and suddenly the adrenaline she'd been running on for the past week died as the last of the team exited the entrance chamber of the Watchtower. Exhaustion weighed down on her spent body, but an extra weight now sat in heart. Has it really been that long already?

So much had changed in that time. Like how the Young Justice began working out of the Watchtower alongside the Justice League, having both the Hall of Justice and Mount Justice destroyed by the Reach and the Light respectively. M'gann and Connor were back together, having finally gotten over their differences and accepted their mistakes. Also, Kaldur had been offered a position in the Justice League following the retirement of his king, and so Kaldur took his place as the new Aquaman in the Justice League. M'gann was promoted to new team leader, with Connor and Y/N assisting her as senior members of the team.

Some things had remained the same, however. Like the team's energy and slight dysfunction that always made Y/N feel at home. They weren't perfect, but what family ever is?

Dick was still gone. So was Artemis. She'd, understandably, retired as Green Arrow's protégé immediately after Wally's death, assuming her undercover identity Tigress instead and going off on her own. Neither had stayed in touch with anyone on the team.

You're my best friend. Always have been, always will be...

'Yeah right,' Y/N mumbled bitterly as she made her way to the conference room. No doubt that'd be where M'gann and Connor were waiting for her to debrief the mission.

Upon entering the room with the long table, she was immediately embraced by M'gann. 'Welcome back,' she said, squeezing Y/N tighter. 'We're so glad you're okay.'

Y/N smiled softly as she embraced M'gann in return. 'You ever doubted me?'

'No,' Connor answered, 'but you can never be too cautious right?'

Y/N let go of M'gann to hug Connor as well. Since getting back together, Connor wasn't as emotionally suppressed as he'd initially been. It was nice seeing him this way, more happy and free. The same effect had happened to M'gann, who (only around the team and the Justice League) revealed her white martian self proudly instead of pretending to be something she wasn't.

'You're right,' Y/N said as she released him, then the three of them took a seat to discuss the mission.

The debrief didn't take long, there wasn't much to report on as all out-posts had been hit successfully, putting Queen Bee's meta-human trafficking at least a little behind.

'It's not much, but it's the best we could do with the little information we got,' Y/N admitted. 'I dislike Queen Bee and her minions as much as the next person, but I've got to give it to her, she knows how to keep things under wraps.'

M'gann reached across from where she sat and closed her hand over Y/N's. 'Y/N, the mission was a success,' M'gann insisted. 'And what's most important is that you brought everyone home. Alive.'

Y/N heard the underlying fear in her words, the memory she was thinking of as she spoke them. Y/N twisted her hand over to clasp M'gann's in return. 'I know,' she said softly. 'But I just... we haven't so much as put a dent into the underbelly of meta-human trafficking in the two years it's been running. Somedays... Somedays I just feel so useless.'

'I know, Y/N,' Connor reassured. 'But we've just got to trust that our hard work will pay off eventually. I know it doesn't seem like much now, but every mission counts. Don't be so hard on yourself.'

Y/N withdrew her hand at the comment, hastily standing up. 'Don't be hard on myself? My mother is Wonder Woman, is the Champion of Themyscira, a World War II hero, and had already saved the world once by my age now. My father was a fighter pilot in the Iran-Iraq war and died fighting for his country,' she said angrily. 'And what am I doing? Hiding under the protection of darkness, taking out small outposts that will just be rebuilt elsewhere just as quickly? How can I not be hard on myself?'

At M'gann's taken aback expression, Y/N felt slightly guilty for raising her voice. But they just didn't understand. All her life, she'd been training and fighting for her supposed "destiny". Surely this wasn't it.

'I'm sorry,' Y/N said, forcing herself to calm down. 'I just...'

'You don't have to a apologise,' M'gann interrupted, standing and walking over to Y/N to clasp their hands together. 'After all we've done together, I understand that what we do now doesn't seem like enough. But I can tell you were made for more.'

Y/N offered her a grateful smile and M'gann let their hands drop. 'I should go. Mother and I have patrol in Washington DC tonight.'

'Already?' M'gann asked, face dropping with disappointment. 'But you just got back. Surely she knows that.'

'Unfortunately, even in the country's capital, crime never sleeps. I'm just grateful it's nothing like Gotham,' Y/N said.

'I agree,' Connor said. 'Visited there once with-' He paused for a moment, eyes growing wary as he looked between Y/N and M'gann. But Y/N already knew what he was going to say and gave him a slight nod to continue anyway. 'With Dick. We did patrol once there together. To put it simply, they're all nutcases there.'

Y/N managed an amused half-smile. 'You're not wrong there,' she said, then made her way to the door. Before she reached the doorknob, M'gann called out.

'Maybe when you're free next, you can join us for dinner at home,' she offered, her eyes hopeful as she waited Y/N's answer.

'Yeah,' she eventually answered though it wasn't as enthusiastic as she should've been. 'Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll talk to you guys soon. Don't stay up here too late.'

It had to be close to 7pm in Washington DC at least, so there weren't many people still left in the Watchtower. Just those from the League and her team that were rostered for overnight supervision. Y/N made sure to greet each person she walked by on the way to the Zeta-tubes. But just as she was about to dial in her code to leave, a resounding voice made her pause.

'Wonderess,' Kaldur called. 'Not even a hello before you head off for another mission?'

Y/N smirked as she turned back around to face the new hero of Atlantis. 'I'm sorry, Aquaman,' she said in an exaggerated tone. 'Not all of us can sit around having team parties with our Justice League buddies.'

To anyone else, it would've been taken as an insult. But Kaldur saw her humour and smiled. 'Oh is that what this is about? You know the League do more than just chit chat.'

Y/N shook her head. 'I don't know. The mess you guys left behind in the conference room before I left tells another story.'

As Kaldur approached Y/N, the sarcastic banter dropped as they both embraced each other. Kaldur had grown into a fit, muscular man, and now stood a good head taller than Y/N. His uniform was more or less the same as it had always been, except now both his arms were covered from shoulder-to-finger in gold armour. He certainly was no longer just a young lad, but the man his predecessor saw he could become.

'It is good to see you, Y/N,' Kaldur said softly as he pulled away.

'And you, old friend,' Y/N replied, a genuine smile splitting her lips.

'I heard you went into Bialyan territory,' Kaldur continued. 'I am glad to see you and the rest of the team are unharmed.'

'Well, the team are no longer just children' Y/N said, 'but it was a simple enough mission too. Nothing too dangerous.'

Kaldur's brows furrowed together as he looked over Y/N. 'I sense you are not happy with something. Wasn't the mission successful as I have heard?'

Y/N let out a soft sigh. 'It's not that I'm not happy with the mission's success. Of course I'm happy we all got home okay. I just...' She didn't really feel like explaining herself again, but Kaldur nodded in understanding.

'You feel stuck,' he finished, to which Y/N nodded in confirmation. Kaldur turned so he could look to the giant windows of the Watchtower's entrance chamber. They framed Earth in a way that made it seem both ginormous and insignificant at the same time. 'The League is in a similar position, I am afraid to admit. Some days there is progress. Other days, it feels like I wait so much I am afraid I will freeze in one spot.'

'How do you combat that?' Y/N asked.

Kaldur turned back to Y/N, his face softened with a small smile. 'I train.'

'That's it?' Y/N asked, not quite believing her friend.

He shrugged his shoulders. 'Amongst other things, yes. I train, I go home, I see my family, I laugh with my friends. I do all these things to remind myself why I am here. Why I do what I do. It sounds to me like you need to remind yourself why you are here.'

'Because of the team,' she said without hesitation. He hadn't asked a question, but she felt she needed to justify herself. 'Because I can't just desert them, not when they're working so hard.'

'And yet you feel you are not doing enough,' Kaldur countered, his teal eyes gazing hard at her. 'Why?'

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but no answer came.

'Y/N,' Kaldur continued. 'Why do you feel the need to stay when you don't want to be there?'

'I do want to stay-'

'Don't lie to me, Y/N,' Kaldur interrupted.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she looked from Kaldur, to the conference room door where M'gann and Connor still were, and back to Kaldur. Seeing no escape from his fierce questioning, she caved.

'It's not that I don't want to stay,' she admitted quietly. 'I love the kids, I love the team. I'm just... so tired, Kaldur. Of doing the same thing week in and week out and getting nowhere. But if I leave, I don't want the team to think I'm abandoning them. Not like-'

Y/N bit her lip at the thought of him. No, she wouldn't leave. She just wouldn't.

Kaldur pressed his lips into a firm line. 'Dick needed to reforge his own path. He was grieving in his own way.'

'Well I was grieving, too,' Y/N countered, a sudden surge of anger flaring up inside her. How dare Kaldur defend Dick. 'And I had to get on with my life because the team needed me. We needed him, Kaldur. I needed him, and he just left.'

Y/N bowed her head to collect her thoughts and calm down. That's two friends she had yelled at for no reason. Before she could apologise though, Kaldur placed a hand on her shoulder, and she raised her head to find him looking directly into her eyes.

'I cannot say I am not also disappointed in our friend,' Kaldur admitted sadly. 'I did not expect him to become so closed off for so long. But you've helped rebuild this team from the grief and pain it experienced when Wally died. I think you've earned the right to decide where you go from here, Y/N, without feeling guilty or selfish if your wish is not to stay with the team. In my opinion, you were made for more than this.'

'That's funny,' Y/N said in a flat voice. 'You're the second person today to tell me that.'

'Maybe because it is true,' Kaldur said sincerely. 'You know you still have a place in the Justice League whenever you'd like to join us. I would be honoured and happy to fight alongside a warrior such as yourself again. It would be like old times.'

Y/N offered a grateful smile as she patted Kaldur's hand that still rested on her shoulder. 'Thanks Kaldur, but I'm not ready for that just yet. Besides, you don't need two Amazonians running the show. And let's be real, we would so be in charge of you boys.'

The two shared quiet laughter as Kaldur's hand retuned to his side. 'Very well, then. So what will your decision be, Wonderess?'

Y/N looked to the Earth and space beyond it once more. Her heart and head were tearing her in two. She truly loved being a part of the team, but something inside her agreed with M'gann and Kaldur. Surely she was meant for more. But what exactly that was, she had to go find out.

'I think you're right, Kaldur,' she finally said, turning back to face her friend. 'I think I need to remind myself why I am here in the first place. And that comes from knowing who I am to begin with.'

Kaldur's face pinched in slight confusion. 'I'm sorry, but I do not follow.'

Y/N didn't answer straight away. Instead, she turned to dial in her code to exit the Watchtower. 'B-00: Wonderess,' the computer announced as the Zeta-tube activated.

She then finally turned back to Kaldur. 'I need to know where I've been to then know where I will go,' she said. 'I need to go back to where it all started.'

'And where's that?' Kaldur asked.

'With my mother,' she answered, then spared him one last sweet smile. 'Tell M'gann and Connor and the team I'm sorry.'

Kaldur looked as if he wanted to say something, ask more questions. But Kaldur was always more insightful than the rest of their group. He didn't always need an explanation. He just somehow knew, and so Y/N was grateful when he accepted her words with a simple nod of his head.

'Be safe, dear friend,' he said in farewell. 'May destiny be kind to you, wherever it leads you.'

Y/N nodded her appreciation and entered the Zeta-tube. It was always a weird sensation travelling by Zeta-tube, like a million light pricks into every part of the body. Thankfully the trip was quick to the Zeta tube depot in Washington DC, with Y/N walking out of an abandoned janitor's closest in the post office down the road from her apartment.

She smiled and waved down to civilians as she flew over the busy streets, but she flew as fast as she could to the meeting point.

Her mother casually sat atop the Washington Monument as Y/N approached, floating just in front of her. 'I was starting to worry you had gotten caught in Bialya,' Diana joked as she stood to greet her daughter. 'Welcome home, my daughter.'

'Good to see you, Mother,' Y/N said, and the two briefly embraced.

'Now that you're here,' Diana said, prepping to take off for the usual patrol, 'why don't we get going.'

'Actually, Mother, there is something I wanted to talk to you about first,' Y/N interrupted.

Diana raised an eyebrow. 'Really? And what would that be?'

Y/N took a deep breath in before she spoke the words. But when she did, she had never been more sure. 'I want you to take me back to your home. To Themyscira.'

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Since she was a little girl, Y/N had heard hundreds of stories from her mother about the homeland of the Amazons. How beautiful it was with its architecture, its nature, and the women who ruled the island. She'd always dreamed of someday going there, but her mother said it was impossible to find it.

Except she failed to mention that despite leaving the island and forgetting where it was located, Diana had been gifted a compass that would always lead her back home, but only if she used it. It would not work without Amazonian hands.

So after all the storytelling and all the dreaming, nothing came close to actually witnessing Themyscira in the flesh.

Y/N stood speechless on the beach, looking up at the steps that led up to the first level of the city that seemed to climb higher and higher towards the sky. It was something out of the Ancient Greek text books Diana used to make Y/N read as a child, but even more fantastical and wondrous.

It wasn't just the visuals, though. Since the Invisible Jet broke through the barrier that hid Themyscira, Y/N had felt a pull of sorts towards the island. Now that she stood on its soil, she felt a warm energy wash over her, strengthen her, pull her into its embrace as if to say, Welcome home at last.

An entourage of women in red leather slitted skirts, plated tops, and armour while holding spears followed behind a woman dressed in white and purple robes. Ebony hair billowed out behind her golden leaf crown, the grey strands in between looking more silver as they caught the midday sun.

Y/N knew immediately who she was. Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Her grandmother.

As Hippolyta approached Y/N and Diana, she opened her arms to take her daughter's face into her hands. 'Diana,' she said, bringing her lips to her daughter's forehead in a simple kiss. 'Welcome home.'

'Thank you, Mother,' Diana said, and Y/N could tell by her mother's smile that she was joyous to be home. 'I'm sorry it took me so long.'

'Do not worry about that, child,' Hippolyta reassured. 'You are here now.'

She then looked over to Y/N, and for some reason Y/N straightened up, flattened out her Wonderess uniform, made sure her hair was tucked behind her headband. Y/N was briefly taken back to the time she (consciously) remembered meeting her grandparents on her father's side. All dressed up so as to make a good impression.

Y/N held her breath as Hippolyta walked slowly over to her, grey eyes scanning every inch of Y/N's figure in silence. When she'd done a cursory glance, she then stepped closer and took Y/N's face into her hands. Y/N was unable to look away from Hippolyta as the older woman caressed and poked and prodded at her features.

At last, Hippolyta stopped and her hands dropped to Y/N's shoulders. A kind, joyous smile graced the older woman's features. 'You have my daughter's eyes,' she said quietly, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'So kind and forthright. What is your name child?'

'Y/N Prince,' Y/N managed to get out once she caught her breath. 'Daughter of Steve Trevor...' Her gaze flickered to her mother, and the two shared a smile. '...and Diana Prince, Princess of Themyscira.'

Y/N looked back to see Hippolyta tearing up as realisation finally hit her. 'I have a granddaughter,' she said as she finally embraced Y/N completely, to which Y/N reciprocated and the entourage of Amazonians cheered and smashed their shields with their spears in celebration.

Hippolyta let go of Y/N to clasp one of her hands as she went to grab her daughter's hand. She then turned the three of them to face the crowd. 'My daughter and your champion, and my granddaughter have come home!'

More cheers erupted.

'Let us prepare a feast in their honour,' Hippolyta continued, and when the crowd began to disperse, she turned to Diana and Y/N to speak more quietly. 'I am sure you have both come here for a reason, and not just to say hello.'

'You are correct, Mother,' Diana said. 'It seems as though I have neglected our origins as Amazonians for too long and can no longer teach Y/N our ways.'

'I wish to learn who I am,' Y/N added. 'I wish to know where I come from, so that I may know where I must go next.'

'And how long do you believe that will take?' Hippolyta asked.

'As long as it takes,' Y/N answered, more certain than ever before. 'I don't care what I must do, Your Majesty. I will follow your guidance, as my mother once did.'

Hippolyta considered Y/N for a moment, then spared Diana an impressed smirk. 'Well, you taught her one thing, Diana.'

'What's that mother?' Diana asked.

'Your steadfast stubbornness.' Hippolyta looked back to Y/N. 'Very well, granddaughter. You will train among the other warriors. I just hope you know it won't be as easy as you might think.'

'Trust me,' Y/N replied, 'I'm hoping it isn't.'

Hippolyta's smile widened and her eyes sparkled with excitement. 'That attitude is already a good start. Come, we will talk of this later. First, let us celebrate this homecoming.'

That night Y/N ate and drank and danced among women like her, some older, some younger, some taller, some stronger. And she had never felt more at home, more recognised and celebrated. She'd had her doubts if she had made the right decision, but now she had no doubt.

She was where she belonged.

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Unbecoming (Sanji x Ex!Reader)

Angst and hurt and no comfort lol so I hope you prepared yourself lol. I don't usually write engst but I love drama and tension and all that good shit. SOOO ENJOY!

Warnings: Swearing but thats it

Nami can see the look of rage and jealousy written over your face. This wasn't the first time Sanji had done something like this. Blatantly flirted with other women as if you weren't right there.

Part of you dismissed it, knowing that's just how he was as a person. Flirty and charming. But damn it if it didn't piss you off. On this particular night, he had gone too far.

"You know you guys broke up y/n. Let it go."She hums, trying to keep you from going ballistic. It wasn't working.

You sip your drink with narrowed eyes, the bottle being clenched tighter in your hand now. In front of you was Sanji, standing at the bar, talking to some tramp who swooned every time he gave a smile that you deemed to be just for you. He leans down by her ear, whispering something that makes her physically shiver. It makes you sick. Because you know that once upon a time you were that 'tramp' falling for that same smile.

"Oh okay." You hum, standing from your spot and walking to the pair.

Sanji looks up, smile fading at your displeased expression. He's quick to clear his throat as the girl he was previously romancing looks behind her, your now emptied bottle held high over your head. Before it could even make contact with the flinching woman, Sanji grabs your wrist and lowers it, shaking his head no. Profanities of all kinds slip from your lips as the girl before you stands as if she wants to fight. Not like she'd win, you'd kick her ass easily.

"So you don't wanna introduce me to your new friend?" You scoff, seeing him roll his eyes.

The funny thing about this whole situation was that...

You and Sanji weren't together anymore for this exact same reason. He was too much of a goddamned flirt. And you were far too possessive, jealous...and violent when provoked. He's dragging you away now, your body slung over his shoulder as he scowls at Nami for not holding you back. She can see you kicking your legs and pounding your fists into his back. But, Nami simply shrugs with a "This isn't my fight."

It's not long before you're set down, Sanji rolling his eyes at your behavior.

"What's your problem?' he scoffs, throwing his hands up as if he did nothing wrong. The argument was already rising off your tongue and past your lips.

That's another reason why your two broke it off. You argued way too much. Nothing was agreeable and everything was a problem. It was toxic and you both knew it... However, one of you was more eager to leave than the other.

"I don't have a fucking prob-"

"But you do. What don't you understand Y/n? We are not together anymore!" He cuts you off shaking his head in disbelief.

It's true but it still hurts your feelings. You drop your fists, swallowing back the sob that rises in your throat, and blink away the stinging in your eyes. You know you were fucked up but you couldn't help it. Love like that was all you'd ever known.

You were supposed to be possessive and jealous and bitchy and...he was supposed to make you soft and feel soft...This was his fault...no it wasn't, but again this was just like you to try and find someone else to blame.

"I-I know." You rasp, looking away from him. There's no love there anymore. Just irritation and mild pity.

"It's unbecoming of you to act like this. You know that already though." He states, leaving you outside the bar with your thoughts.

Your prince was gone.

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Rebellion | Part Two | Phoebe Atwell

Warnings: this was supposed to be in part one, but I must have been high whilst publishing 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️, all the warnings on the previous one applies here.

Part One | Rebellion

Your thumb nail was between your teeth, sitting at the principal's office next to Phoebe. It had been a whole year since meeting her and she'd already turned your whole world around.

"That was honestly so fucking funny." Phoebe laughed, elbowing your side to gain your attention. You were so consumed by the thought that your mom would be mad that you couldn't hear a thing Phoebe was saying.

"God, I thought you were going to be some nerd, or something when we first met, instead you're my little project." Phoebe quipped, smirking up at you. Still, you remained silent, only daring to share a hum in return.

"Dude, everyone thought I was pregnant and that you had a dick." Your eyes landed on Phoebe, watching as she bursted with laughter. It must have rippled through her stomach, gasping out of her throat at the sheer loudness of it.

"I don't, and never did have a dick." You grumbled out, crossing your arms as you began to sulk.

"Wait. I'm confused. When I met you, granted it was for like a split second and you immediately started to stare at my boob-" Phoebe giggled, your head dropped and you sank more into your chair. It was bad enough you were in trouble, but now she was taunting you?

"I wasn't looking at your chest, I was looking at your shirt. It's been a year!" You pleaded with her knowing she'd just laughed in your face at any excuse you'd give.

"Right, and we're not totally flirting with each other." Phoebe laughed so matter of factly, not daring to back down from your challenging eyes.

"I'm not like this, I don't know why I stood up in class. I don't know why I graffitied the school walls." You mumbled through gritted teeth, staring idly at your shoes. You kicked them out a little, sinking further into the metaphoric ship you set for yourself. The ship was your future, the iceberg was Phoebe.

"Oh come on, we've known each other for a year. You can't just change your whole personality in that time period. I think you're tired of the loner nerdy girl, you wanna be a bad bitch." You cringed, rolling your eyes at the ecstatic laced tone Phoebe used.

"Absolutely not." You were dead set against turning this way, how did the teacher put it? Deviant ways behind you and turn back to your studies, that's what you wanted to do.

Phoebe was like a shot of caffeine, not labelled as a warning to be addictive but it was.

You found yourself falling harder each day, and she was there to soften your landing. But she was your friend, and sadly that was all you saw her as. You fell for her mean ways, chaotic behaviour that dragged you into a dark whole; a dark paradise, something you never wanted to wake up from.

"No seriously, Y/N, I think this change is good for you." You ignored her, muting the sound of her voice all together. What did she know? She was just some random girl you so happened to have an inside joke with, that doesn't mean she could take over your whole life.

"Miss Y/L/N, come with me." The principle started to use her more stern and solid tone with you, something that knocked the wind out of your system.

"Sit." Were you some dog? You slid into the seat she guided you in, sitting with your legs crossed.

She huffed when she pulled out your record, naming out each thing you've done since Phoebe had came to the school.

"I appreciate the fact you have trouble finding friends, but Phoebe isn't the type of crowd you were meant to get along with." You may be slightly mad at Phoebe in the time, but you weren't going to let someone degrade her character just because she had a hard life.

"You and Phoebe aren't meant to be friends. Y/N, you're an A star student, on the roll to being an honour student, your family—" your nose flared, hands gripping at the leather when she mentioned your family. You had two amazing parents, your mom was present and loving but Phoebe was in the Foster system and you weren't about to let some old women drag Phoebe even further down.

"Ma'am, I appreciate you have a job to do and one of the roles you have to play is keeping students in line. But don't think for a second I won't use my name, something you so clearly stated has a hold in society, to ruin you. Phoebe is an amazing person, who can name every film director there has been since the early 40's, she may not have the same life as me. God knows she won't be granted the same opportunities due to an unfair system, but I won't sit here and listen to you rant about how I shouldn't 'misbehave' because I have a family." Your backpack rolled onto your shoulder, you stormed out of the room and grabbed Phoebe on your way.

"Pretty sure I just got us expelled, who cares though." She smiled brightly at you, allowing your fingers to penetrate through her leather jacket and drag her down the halls. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Melanie, causing you to stutter with your footage.

"Hey!" Melanie called out, following after you in the parking lot. Phoebe shrugged, opening your car door and slid in.

"Hey, Mel." You smiled up at her, rocking on your heels.

"Did you just get kicked out of school? Like for real, all because of Phoebe?" Mel asked, reaching out to rub down your shoulder. You shuddered at the touch, blushing when she smiled down at you.

"Probably, but don't worry, I'll still give you a ride to school." You promised. At first, you fell for Phoebe, so ghastly. She was there, she smiled and said she'd kick your ass if you ever called her out on blushing. But you didn't like the way ever guy had a story with her, that Cole would tell everyone they fucked in his families boat house. So you gave up, parting ways with the romantic string and found yourself tied up with Melanie Cyrus.

She was pretty, smart, kind and actually showed interest in you. Phoebe once again acted like she didn't care, simply replied with "K." When you'd blow her off to spend time with Melanie instead of her.

"I don't care about that right now, I care if you'll be able to come to my party this afternoon?" Mel asked, teasing you with licking her lips; your eyes darting between her lips and eyes. You gulped, Phoebe pressed down on the horn, causing your body to jump.

"Shit, Phoebe! Uh, Mel, I may be grounded but I'll message you, yeah?" You didn't wait for an answer, already slipping into the seat and starting your car.

"You just fumbled so hard, loser. Phoebe kicked her foot onto the dashboard, chewing excessively on her gum. You slapped her feet down, rolling your window down.

"You literally suck dick, I don't think me getting scared by a loud noise Is a problem if you check the spectrum." The girl beside you scoffed, gagging at the thought of her earlier actions.

"The rumours will be the death of me." She mumbled, pressing hard into your chair. You nodded, not bothering to answer until your words slipped through your mouth; laced with sarcasm and venom.

"Rumours? Yeah." Phoebe whipped her head back, almost catching whiplash at the shock of hearing your words. Her eyes flooded with emotions you hadn't seen often; your only remembrance of the sadness of emotions was when she confessed about her parents.

"I didn't do that shit, Y/N. You of all people should know that I'm not like that, fuck!" She punched the head rest, anger seething through her at the fact her own bestfriend believed the lies of the sad virgin boys made up to get a slap on the back from their "boys''

"It doesn't matter if you did. You don't owe anyone anything, you can slut around if you want, you can stay a virgin if you want." The car died, phoebe was still exhaling deeply and glaring at you whenever you'd make a move to talk.

"We're not going to that party, we're going to have fun tonight." Phoebe stopped, one foot pressed to the concrete floor and the next still in your car.

"We're going to smoke weed." She declared, finally getting out of your car and ran towards her house, not spearing you a second glance.

"Weed?" She mumbled, hands ruffling through the bag you brought from home. You flung the small pouch, assuring it lands softly in the girl's hand.

"Check."

"Vodka?" She pulled out the bottle, passing it to you in a more graceful manner. You cupped the bottle, unscrewing the lid and gulping it down.

"I could be having passionate love making right now, instead I'm here with you—" Phoebe gagged, rolling the blunt in her hands.

"No. Don't call it love making, it's either sex or fucking. Plus, I'm your favourite person, who else would you rather spend your days with?" You couldn't argue, she was being honest and stating a factor that played on both of your minds.

Normally, a favourite person would be reserved for a girlfriend or a boyfriend. So why was Phoebe yours and why were you hers?

It didn't make sense, it also didn't matter.

"Okay, so." Phoebe began ranting about a new film she made, debating with herself on the pros and cons of the movie. She went back and forth, arguing with a blank space.

"That settles it!" She slammed her hand on the floor, the other hand hoisting up the blunt that was stuffed with weed.

"It's a must watch. Y/N, free tomorrow, were watching a movie!" She huffed on the paper, taking in the silky smoke that spread through her lungs. She effortlessly smoked it, handing it to you when her eyes rimmed red.

Her cheeks were inflamed, holding a red pigment when she exhaled the last bit of smoke. She sighed whilst handing it over, almost like it pained her to do.

Your lips wrapped around the blunt, taking a drag from the cigarette before blowing out the smoke.

"Why Mel?" Phoebe picked at her boots, the leather peeling under her touch. You rolled your tongue over your teeth, debating on whether to admit the blinding truth; could you lie whilst under the influence of weed?

"Cole."

Phoebe stared blankly, eyes squinting when nothing came to mind.

"Cole? I thought you were gay, they dated for like a week In the eighth grade." Phoebe mumbled through inebriated words, slurring out the confusion.

You let out a heavy breath of air, swallowing hard, pressing further into the wooden floor of Phoebe's back garden shed.

"I am gay, Phoebe." She nodded, pushing you to talk more.

"Cole's always going on about what you did for him, well, to him. I got so jealous, I guess, that I stopped liking you." Her fingers pulled at her leather skirt, dragging it further down. She looked ashamed, one for never addressing the rumours and two for never for admitting the truth to you.

"You liked me back?"

It sounded like a joke, a breathy laugh accompanied with the comment. Her eyes were red, bloodshot and coated in soft tears. She looked so sad at the realisation, everything dropping down on her all at once.

"Liked? Fuck, you were all I knew at one point." You weren't holding anything back, stating everything that had been occupying your mind for months.

She didn't say anything, sitting; stewing in the silence of your confession.

"Why'd you stop?" She wanted to be bold, but you weren't interested in boosting her ego at the moment.

"Because it was killing me, being in love with someone who wouldn't give you the time of day like you wanted. I would have dropped everything, I would have done anything for you at a point. Now I'm just confused." It didn't feel freeing, it felt like more chains were being wrapped around your body; no one could have warned you of the feeling that would consume your body. You shattered, dropping into nothing. Phoebe was staring with sad eyes, guilt hollowing away at her soul.

You stood up abruptly, causing things to fall over. You struggled to get up, stumbling to your feet with the blunt still in your hand. You took one more puff, handing it back to the owner.

"I'm going to go. I am actually grounded, I'll see you around, Phoebe." You felt silly, it wasn't like a film where she either slapped you in your face and spat out that she'd never love you back, nor did she confess her undying love for you either. Lost, lost like a leaf floating through the thick wind, like a balloon full of helium that had been dropped from a child's hand; floating aimlessly through space.

You weren't ready to address the truth, you were stuck between two girls. One- Phoebe, who was giving you nothing, occasionally dropping a flirty comment here and there. But you were so sure she was your first love, that you'd be able to change her. Then you had Mel, the sweet girl next door who had messaged you when your goldfish died.

Stuck like glue to a clumsy person's art project, stuck like butter to bread. Forever frozen in time, one part of you was paused at the moment you met Phoebe. When she picked up your glasses and pushed them back onto your face whilst brushing your hair back.

The other part was paused on last week, sleeping sound against Mel because you passed out whilst watching TV with her.

Good or bad some may say. But Phoebe wasn't bad, but she wasn't good; at least not for you.

Mel<3: (9:36pm) shame you couldn't come, the parties a drag without you :(

Mel <3: (9:36pm) shit, if you're grounded you won't get this.

Mel <3: I miss you ;)

You were a mess, a giant pit of abandonment; a fear festered within you, who would you pick?

But was their a choice in the first place.

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Going Off Script…

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Prompts

"For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

Today was the last day on a Marvel set for you, at least that's what the audience is meant to believe after the scene you're shooting today. There's talk of bringing you back for the final film of Phase 2, but for now you'll be leaving due to other projects you'd been slotted to be working on. It was bittersweet, you'd been working closely with all of these people for six years now, and saying goodbye never was easy.

Scarlett was truly the most heartbroken when you told her that you'd be parting ways. She was your scene partner, the chemistry was palpable, and that translated into every press junket. Whenever a project was rolling the two of you were attached at the hip, and on the off months the two of you would manage to link up at random. A lunch here, a mutual party there, and in all the time the two of you spent together you'd found your heart was breaking every rule you ever set for it by falling for her.

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Scarlett was a beautiful woman, inside and out. It's not a shock to you that you fell, but she was forbidden, like the apple in the garden of Eve. For most of your time getting to know one another she'd been married, so when she got divorced shortly after Age of Ultron you were stunned, then you were almost hopeful. It's not that you were going to shoot your shot, but before you could even ponder the silly idea she was already talking to another. It truly broke your heart, and Scarlett was none the wiser to your feelings, but she did feel your hurt at the time since you spent all your time avoiding her.

When she finally confronted you at Comic Con a few years ago she could see you weren't doing well, all her anger faded instantaneously, and all she did was pull you in for a tight embrace. Since then you've remained inseparable, you decided to allow her to love you the way she could, and your heart would just have to deal. Still, you are good at keeping your guard up, and that's why you began going to auditions. You didn't have a contract with Marvel like the original six did, you were actually only meant to be in two films, but the chemistry between you and Scarlett secured you a stable role.

Seeking another opportunity felt deceptive to you, Kevin took that chance on you all those years back, and because of your inability to squash your feelings down you betrayed him. You guess he kinda already knew why , because when you told him you were unavailable for the next year it didn't seem to shock him. Instead he gave you a sad smile as he wished you well, and vehemently reminded you that you'd always have a home with Marvel.

Right now you were sat in the makeup chair, getting a fancy face painting as they were giving the illusion that you'd been involved in a scuffle., "Y/N/N, are you sure you have to go?," the blonde, who sat next to you in her red wig, and selected outfit whined, her lips jutted out into a pout that had you mirroring the sad expression., "Yes Scar, for the millionth time, I have to go, I don't think I can turn down the projects I already signed on for.," you chuckled, but truthfully neither of you were amused.

Scarlett settled into her chair with a huff, she never understood why you'd been auditioning in the first place. Of course other projects were fine in the off seasons, but to go out and find ones during Marvel's shoots was ridiculous. She knew you well enough to know something had happened to make you decide to leave. She'd just never considered it was a person, and moreover she never considered herself.

The both of you traveled onto the set together, her hand held tightly to yours, your heart ached at the innocent affection, because it would never mean to her what it did to you., "This is our last scene together Y/N/N.," she whispered, the melancholy obvious in her tone. Lightly you'd squeezed her hand for comfort, and she smiled gratefully., "Yeah, so let's give the fans everything they want."

A clap brought you out of your bubble, you looked up to see one half of the Russo's staring at you and Scarlett expectantly, and once the both of you gave your attention to him he began to instruct the scene., "Okay ladies, remember, you're in the process of making your great escape before Ross could capture you, but Elvira is rather hesitant to leave with Natasha, and this dissension erupts in a fight to end their ties.," you nodded at Anthony, then turned to Joe who had something to add., "Y/N, Scarlett, you have dialogue, but please feel free to improvise, we are in no rush today since this was the final scene, and it would be nice to see you two give this a genuine go.,"

Scarlett pulled you in for a hug, a gesture that the two of you adopted since the second film., "It's showtime baby.," she beamed when you giggled at her deepened voice and words, her heart began to crack though when she thought about this being the last time you'd be doing this, so even though you went to pull away to start the scene she just held you a little tighter, and no one on the set dared to question her.

When she pulled away you watched her wipe away a single tear., "Let's do this thing.," you were always terrified watching her softness evaporate when getting into character, she was a master of stoicism at this point, and you were still just in awe of her talent., "Let's."

"Elvira! Let's go, I have a connection who was able to secure me a jet, and a place for us.," Natasha instructed you, her hand was on your arm, tugging you forward, but you shook her off, and her face contorted into anger, but her eyes showed genuine hurt., "I'm sorry, but I'm not getting arrested for you Vi, so come now, or you're on your own."

The two of you stood still in the set up hallway, staring at each other, both clearly with so much to say, but without the ability to express the words., "Fine, then I guess this is it, after all we've been through together you're just going to give up, hm?!," Natasha once again shouted at Elvira, but you could tell this was Scarlett, something about the way she looked at you like you were breaking her heart lead you to snap.

"For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence.," you said the line, a total improvisation., "But I won't do it anymore Natasha, not when all I ever wanted was to love you, not have to watch you love everyone else.," genuine tears began to stream down your cheeks, the air was tense, and the room was eerily silent., "You never said anything."

"So much for being a spy right?," you bitterly chuckled., "Let's not pretend like you didn't know Nat, you were just willing it to not be the truth.," Natasha took a step towards you, face falling when you stepped back., "Vi, please.," you shook your head, tears flying off your face., "No, Nat, don't lie to make me feel better.," you pulled it together long enough to smile at her., "It's okay, we'll be better off apart, safer even.," you grabbed the handle of your suitcase, and walked off the set, leaving Scarlett to finish.

Natasha fell to her knees, no longer did she care to hide her tears, she was alone now, it was safe to be vulnerable with only herself. Her hand reached into her back pocket, pulling out the only thing she had left of you—a photo from one of Stark's parties, the love was clear in your eyes, but something you failed to see was how her's had shined just the same.

After a few moments of silence, the main lights in the studio turned on, and a roar of applause sounded off., "Ladies, I'm almost certain you nailed it in one take, that was phenomenal."

Scarlett lifted herself off the floor, shoving the photo back in her pocket, then she was looking at you with a fixed glare. Without even paying the men any mind she made her way over to you, grabbing you by the arm, and dragging you to the first secluded area she could find., "Scarlett, what was —.," the blonde shut your rambling down with a passionate kiss to your lips, one that had your brain short circuiting.

"Are you seriously that clueless Y/N?," she asked in a pant, shoving at your chest for an emphasis on her anger., "I've loved you for almost as long as I've known you! My divorce was because of you, but before I could try to get you, you dropped out of my life, and once I had you back I wasn't risking losing you again."

Shocked didn't even begin to describe the state you were in, not only did she actually kiss you, but she has been pining after you just the same. "Y/N, for the love of God say something!," her scowl deepened as you giggled., "Sorry, did you think that was for you? Scar, it's called acting.," you deadpanned, then when her face fell even further you began to laugh wildly., "Oh gosh, I wish you could've seen your face just now."

Scarlett was having none of your games, so she tried to rush passed you to leave, but you were faster, catching her by the arm you shoved her into the wall, an involuntary huff hitting you in the face., "Scarlett, I only disappeared because I couldn't watch you fall in love with another.," her features softened at the confession, as misguided as it may have been., "Y/N, I wish with all of me that you'd have just spoke to me. Those were tabloid rumors, none of them even a bit true, and you even know that now after all this time. I haven't dated since, and that's all in part to my heart belonging to you."

"We're idiots.," you concluded with a groan, one that she met a soft giggle., "Yeah, we are.," then without any warning her arms wrapped around your neck to pull you in for a kiss., "Yearn no more, for I am yours my darling.," you smirked against her lips, then after the soft moment her tongue had slid into your mouth. Deepening the kiss, and had it not been for the Russo's assistant's persistent search, you're not sure just how far this moment would've gone.

"We'll finish this later pretty girl.," Scarlett mused, winking at you in a way that screamed 'This isn't even remotely over.,' it was then that you knew exactly where this was going, and you couldn't have been more excited to get off.

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[breaddwoo]

-The Rave'n-

>wednesday x fem! reader :)<

>in which wednesday was asked to the dance by tyler, but you wanted to invite her first<

>i am quite down bad<

she hated the fact that you didn't invite her. she also hated the fact that she wanted to invite you.

now, wednesday is stuck going to the rave'n, which she didn't want to go to at all, with tyler. she told herself that the only reason she'd like to go with you is because you were her confidant; someone she trusted during her investigation. out of everyone, you were the only one who immediately believed her about the hyde and wanted to help.

plus, you were a girl. if she went with you to the rave'n, it would obviously be as friends. obviously.

when wednesday arrived at the dance, she was disgusted with just about everything she saw. so much white. absolutely abysmal music. why hadn't she just ignored tyler's request and joined eugene on the steak out?

lot of eyes were on her. xavier's and bianca's, most notably; but the pair she wanted to see her and her dress the most weren't there.

then, when she went to go get drinks, she looked up and there you were: velvety black dress that dragged on the ground with a matching translucent veil. looking as if you were ready for a funeral. and as if, maybe, just maybe, you wore black to match the color you knew that wednesday would also wear.

even though she hated everything in that moment, what wednesday hated most was that she wasn't there to escort you through the entrance; that people wouldn't get to see you two together. and that very thought scared her.

she wasn't like her mother. she wouldn't have kids nor would she fall in love.

well, if i were with a girl, i wouldn't need to worry about the kids part.

she couldn't help but externally scrunch her face at the thought. why is she even considering being with anyone?

then she noticed that there was no one by your side. you were alone, and your ability to turn invisible made your form waver from visibility to invisibility while nervous.

it then made her remember your reaction a few days prior when she told you that she'd be going with tyler.

the way your face dropped and the way your visibility wavered; something she'd noticed you do when emotional.

then, the words you said after, "i probably won't be going anyway, the person i want to go with already has a date."

at the time, her thoughts were so consumed in the investigation that she hadn't really thought about those words or even the conversation as a whole. it was insignificant a few days ago but now it had her mind racing.

why was she so upset? had she wanted to go with me?

again, her thoughts angered and confused her and it made wednesday clench her jaw.

"woah there wednesday, you're gonna break those glasses."

the words directed at her pulled her out of her thoughts and she noticed tyler had crept up next to her.

"oh. tyler," her monotone voice hid a hint of irritation.

"are you okay? you went off to get drinks, like, ten minutes ago," tyler said with that annoyingly awkward chuckle of his.

"no. there's too much white. my corneas are burning."

tyler gave a weird smile and held out his hand, "do you want to dance? everyone's on the floor right now."

wednesday flickered her gaze from tyler to the spot you once stood, now empty.

"fine."

her short, snappy reply made tyler's smile waver. wednesday failed to notice as her eyes scanned the room on her way to the dance floor.

where did she go? doesn't she want to dance?

then, her thoughts were interrupted by a dancer near her as they bumped shoulders, almost losing her balance. she was about to snap a neck when the offender mumbled a small "sorry", barely audible amongst the music, and dashed away.

the offender was wearing black; a black dress to be specific. the dress was also floating in mid air, without a body to encompass. (y/n).

tyler finally caught up to wednesday, out of breath. "man, can't you just slow down for a second-" and as he was about to complain a bit more, she didn't even glace at him as she, too, stepped from the floor full of partying students and ran in the direction (y/n) went.

with uncontrollable agitation and slight exhaustion, tyler yelled "wednesday, why did you even come with me if you were just gonna ditch me time and time again?!"

but she did not hear him, and if she did, she didn't care enough to respond.

when wednesday made it to the gold-lit hall, she could feel the small tremors of the music reverberating throughout it's walls.

her stoic face held indifference, yet in her head, that couldn't be further than the truth. her normally organized thoughts swirled with confusion.

everything came to a head when soft weeping emitted from a floating dress perched on one of the many velvet love seats.

wednesday had yet to make her presence known, but didn't know what to say or do. she had never been good with emotions, to put it lightly. she was absolute shit, would be a better way to describe it.

she would open her mouth to say something, anything, but words would not form. this happened a few more times before she became frustrated with herself.

clenching her fists, she took a step forward in her uncomfortable heels, "... (y/n). "

your form flickered for a moment as you looked up to meet her gaze. she saw your face for less than a second but didn't miss the dark streaks of mascara on your flushed cheeks.

"a-.... are you okay?" she managed, feeling as if saying those simple words were one of the hardest things she has ever done.

"fine." you replied, wiping at your eyes with a black sleeve.

wednesday took a step closer.

"you're invisible."

your form was visible once more, this time for longer. she could now see the frustrated expression on your face.

"you don't say," was all you could muster.

in the following silence, wednesday took it upon herself to sit next to you, noting the way you moved your knees away from her.

"if you're upset about not having a date, i do not understand why you're angry with me-"

"i'm angry at everything! this dance! tyler! and you!" now you were standing, your form in full view as your face reddened with fury.

"this stupid guy bumped into me and his fucking drink fell right on my chest, and tyler knew i had a crush on you and asked you out anyway, and you," a black painted fingernail now pointed in wednesday's direction as she swallowed your outburst, "i know you're not the best with feelings but i thought maybe, just maybe, you'd get the hint that i want to go with you! and even if you did, you put the stupid hyde investigation before my feelings and chose tyler instead. i can't tell what's worse, the fact that you were oblivious to my obvious feelings or that you didn't care at all!"

now there was a thick, silent tension between the two girls and the sound of the electric beats from the next room over were making you feel like you were about to implode with each second that passed by.

wednesday sat on the love seat, her hands clenching her dress as she processed the information given to her. you wanted to invite her to the dance. tyler knew you liked her.

she likes me?

through your blurried vision, you could see wednesday.

she looked as emotionless as ever. except for the twitching of the right side of her lips. and maybe the small glimmer in her usually dead eyes.

"damn it, tyler," she said under her breath. of course he had to make my life more miserable than it already is.

then, wednesday thought:

fuck it.

she lifted a bit off the seat to reach your arms and pulled you forward. it was a bit of an awkward move, forcing you to fall forward and brace yourself by putting one hand on each of the armrests.

her obsidian eyes were inches away from yours, and her lips even closer. she still held that look as if she couldn't be bothered by this whole situation. yet, her actions spoke much louder than her expression ever had.

then wednesday's cold hands lifted to your face, her fingers just barely grazing the sides of your cheeks.

"i give you this opportunity, and you don't even take it to kiss me?" she asked, a small, sadistic smile spreading to her face. her hands seemed to guide your faces even closer.

inside your anger subsided. what pushed forth was a strong desire to grab this girl and never let her go.

lifting a knee onto the soft cushions to keep yourself from falling on top of wednesday, you took her pale face in your hands and leaned in.

wednesday felt a heat in her stomach as your lips touched. she felt her face grow hot, a newfound feeling that made her hold your face a little tighter. she felt happy; and that scared the shit out of her.

she kissed you deeper, taking you by surprise. as you both held the sides of each other's faces, it seemed like your bodies couldn't be close enough.

then, when in need of breath, you pulled away.

"suffocation would have been acceptable just now, honestly," she said, letting her hands now rest on the back of your neck.

you cracked a smile at her attempt at a joke, though you weren't sure if it really was one or not.

just to poke fun at her, you ask, "so does this mean that the invincible i-have-no-feelings wednesday addams likes me back?"

her eyes narrowed and she heaved a sigh.

"...yes. that may... be true. "

she said it as if it pained her to admit, but you just shined a brilliant smile, forgetting that you had been yelling at her in pure anger a few moments ago.

you got off the seat and held your hand out to wednesday, "now, let's go find tyler so i can beat his ass. got anything with you?"

wednesday allowed herself a small, twisted smile.

"my hand mace."

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday/you #xavier thorpe #tyler galpin

[janaknandini-singh999]

When the non binary planet fell in love with a gender fluid deity <3

part 1

part 2 here

Ila/Sudyumna: she/him

Budh: they/them

source: the Hindu mythology tales according to which Ila gave birth to Chandravanshis (the lunar dynasty) and Budh was the Mercury planet

"Do I know you?" the prince batted his long eyelashes, furrowing his eyebrows

Budh sighed. Their heart broke every time their lover didn't even recognize them.

Budh had been cursed by their maharishi (sage) father to be born as a gender neuter when he had come to know that Budh was an illegitimate child.

"You have betrayed me!" He had shouted at his wife "May your child be born neither as male or female. Be it be outside just as you're neither here nor there!"

Budh had been often made fun of because of that. It used to hurt them all the time but their mother used to say "Don't worry, child. You will find your purpose, too." gently patting and kissing their forehead

They weren't as convinced of that, though

Not until they met Sudyumna

As soon as they laid eyes on him, they knew their destiny had come walking right to them. As soon as he had entered that forest, Budh had hid behind a tree, biting their lips and frantically thinking of calling out to Sudyumna to warn him that this was no ordinary forest but a magical one woven by Shiva himself called Shravana. Any being who'd enter this forest of Shravana would be turned into a female. It was a special place where Shiva and Parvati made love but Parvati was furious one day when males used to enter and intrude them so Shiva granted the forest the ability to turn anyone who'd enter it, to a female

"Prince- !" Budh started

Too late

Sudyumna had already started transforming into a woman. He looked around at his body slowly changing but before he could react, it was done

Budh's eyes had widened. Sudyumna had turned into the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. The jewels and clothes were still the same but now a female body inhabited the prince's attire.

"Who am I?" Sudyumna had been confused after having forgotten everything about when he was a male

Suddenly Sudyumna's gaze had fallen upon Budh

She had blinked her long eyelashes "Please help me. I think I'm lost" she had whispered in broken tones, afraid that she was all alone in this vast forest and she didn't even remember who she was "I know it sounds absurd but I- I don't.. Do you know who I am?"

Budh had been so pained to see Sudyumna this way but they still couldn't just help but fall for Sudyumna even more

"Ila" Budh said the first name that came to them

"Ila" she echoed, relishing the sound of the name, making it settle in her heart.

At last, she had smiled

And Budh had smiled back

A month went by and both had grown deeper in love with each other, living happily in the forest together

Budh had told Ila about what happened to Sudyumna, about who she really was. They didn't want to hide anything from her. And Ila listened in awe. It was hard to believe at first but as soon as Budh showed her other male creatures entering the forest instantly turning into females, she was dumbfounded

On the last day before the next month, Budh told Ila that now she'd change again into the male body as Sudyumna, losing memories of everything during when she was Ila. And this is how it would go on. One month as Ila, one as Sudyumna and so on.

That is the law of Shivshakti's Shravana

Ila closed her eyes and nodded slowly. When she opened them again, there were tears in them

"I will forget you, too?"

Budh nodded, unable to form any words because of the grief. Grief of losing the only one who had understood them, who felt so connected to them. Gender had rolled a dice and played a game with both of them so they were similar but Budh didn't fall for their lover just because of that. Gender was never the determinant because Budh loved regardless of when their lover's body was of a man's or woman's, whether it was this birth or any other

They loved Sudyumna/Ila. Always

"I don't want to," Ila continued, lowering her eyes, averting them away from Budh. Suddenly, she looked up, a wistful glint in her eyes "Make me remember again. Like you did. Please, I can't afford to forget you" she held Budh's hands tightly, as if clutching an anchor of her memories with them. She caressed Budh's face, as if to memorize each atom of their skin, their soul. So reverently, praying that nothing would be ever able to forget her of this. "Make me remember us. Every time. Promise me, please."

"I do" Budh kissed her eyes

Ila smiled and dissolved into a light as her body started transforming again. Budh stood back

And there he was

Sudyumna

Budh turned around and started walking away, seeking shelter behind the trees as he did before Sudyumna came in their life. They will always keep a protective eye over their lover from there

"Hey!"

Budh stopped in their tracks, heart banging against the chest. Maybe Sudyumna did still remember them, after all! Budh turned around

"Do I know you?" The prince batted his long eyelashes, furrowing his eyebrows

Budh sighed now "I am Budh"

"Nice to meet you, Budh!" Sudyumna held out his hand

Budh smiled politely and shook it, their eyes falling on the scar visible on his palm

"Oh, that's just another battle mark. Badges of honour, ya know? I have many!" Sudyumna beamed

Budh nodded "I know"

They remembered tracing and kissing all scars on Ila's body. There were actually a lot of them. And Budh knew exactly where each one was

"Maybe someday as Sudyumna I could tell you the stories behind each one of them" Ila had whispered, kissing Budh back

"You know about my scars?" Sudyumna said now "Isn't it the first time of us meeting.. umm? OH, where are my manners!? I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Sudyumna and-" He suddenly looked around at the forest "Wait, how much time exactly have I been HERE? I'm sorry but I really need to rush back to my kingdom right now. Again, it was a pleasure to meet you, Budh."

Budh looked at his silhouette going away

Neither here nor there

So, somewhere in the midst of it all

Meet me again?

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[rwby-encrusted-blog]

???: Hello? Who are you?

Ruby: I ... My Name's Ruby.

???: That's a lovely Name, you share it with my younger daughter. Where are you?

Ruby: I- I- ... You sound familiar ...

Summer: *Walking into view* What do you-

Ruby: ... Mom?

Summer: RUBY?!?!

Ruby: *Tearing up* MOM!

Summer: *Also Crying* RUBY!

They rush together, holding each other close, hugging so tight it had to be painful.

Summer: How- Why Are you here? You shouldn't- I-

Ruby: Mom, I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I did my best-

Summer: Ruby, Take a Breathe, and if anyone should be apologizing it's me. What Happened? Why are you here?

Ruby: I- I followed my dream of becoming a Huntress- I got into Beacon Early-

Summer: You What?

Ruby: I .. Got into Beacon ... Early?

Summer: Do you know what Ozpin's Deal is?

Ruby: I know that The Maidens and the Girl in The Tower are real. That and The Girl that fell through the world.

Summer: *Pinching her nose, clearly upset and worried* Okay. Is that why you're here.

Ruby: We- we were getting the Staff of Creation while Salem was actively attacking Atlas, and we made a path to Vacuo.

Ruby: Me, Yang, and our Teammates - and a Friend - Fell off the Path into the Ever After.

Summer: ... So the Jabberwocker got you?

Ruby: N-No ... Someone we fought along the way wanted me dead so ... she made me give Up. I drank her tea, which had a leaf in it- I-

Summer: You weren't killed?

Ruby: .. Not ... I ...

Ruby: *Crying again* I- I decided not to be me anymore ...

Summer: *Holding her cheek, also crying again* Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry you got caught up in all this. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Salem for you- I tried, and I'm sorry I failed. I'm sorry you chose to end your life ... But ... You haven't. Not yet.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Summer: You ... Aren't dead. You're ascending. Somewhere between Life and Death. You can still live.

Ruby: How? After every way I failed everyone-

Ruby: I made Atlas Fall! I Watched a Friend Die right in front of me Because I wasn't fast enough! Another friend sacrificed herself to save others, and She'd already Died once! Hell! My best friend since Day one got stuck here for half his lifetime, and now probably hates me!

Ruby: I've Gotten people Killed Mom! What good are Silver Eyes if I'm not good enough to save people without them!

Summer: ... Ruby. Did your plans fail because they were bad or because people got in the way of them? Have people died because you got them killed or because you were exhausted and got blindsided?

Summer: I don't know how old you are, but I'm guessing you can't drink yet, given how long I think it's been.

Summer: You're young. Just over half my age at most.

Summer: You got your hands on a Relic?

Ruby: On the Lamp and the Staff, but Salem stole them back, and she's got a maiden on her side.

Summer: Ruby, I never even saw the Relics. I never met a Maiden. I was born into a quiet life, and disappeared, with the amount of people knowing where I was able to be counted a hand that's lost three fingers.

Summer: You have gone so far and beyond what I did. I- I don't know that full story, obviously, but it feels like you're putting all the blame on yourself. You're amazing. You're strong, and smart, and kind.

Summer: Ruby Ginosa Rose. You are my Daughter, and I love you. I don't know what you have to do, but please, please don't let go of yourself completely just yet.

Ruby: ...

Summer: I can only imagine how hard it's been on you, But I trust you to pull through. You've gotten help if you've got a team at your back. Even if you don't, someone else will. Try and find the people that would keep walking after you fall and try to team up with them. you'll make even bigger strides together.

Ruby: ... Thanks Mom. I ... I needed to hear that. Thank you.

Summer: ...

Ruby: ... Yang's got a girlfriend!

Summer: That's great to know Ruby, But I think it's time for you to head back out.

Ruby: *Beginning to fade from this place* Yeah, YEah! I can do this, The world can do this! Thanks Mom! Love you!

Summer: I love you too rosebud, and Tell Yang I miss and Love her a lot too!

Ruby: *Continuing to fade*

Summer: Oh and one more thing!

Ruby: *Almost gone to the Blacksmith* Hmm?

Summer: If I see you within the next Fifty Years You are grounded Missy!

Ruby: *Fully disappearing* You got it Mom-

#rwby #ruby rose #summer rose #rwby volume nine #rwby volume 9 #greenlight volume 10

[suckerforcate]

Hey!! How are you doing? Okay, so since you're an educator, could you write a college!Larissa x fem!reader friends to lovers?

Reader is a politics major and they become friends over their shared interest in education. They get really close and something small (maybe Reader helping Larissa do her makeup in the classic wlw picture) makes her realize she's not so straight. Since we're thinking 1990s, being a sapphic politician wouldnt be so acceptable so Reader decides to change her college so she doesn't need to ruin their friendship but also keeps herself away from the "temptation". They eventually lose touch, but years later they meet in a Education Leadership Conference (or something like that) and Reader invites Larissa to work on some new law or campaign fully believing she's over her crush.

Except she's not. And adult!Larissa is slowly falling for Reader and her dedication to the education of outcasts and... idk, rights on children halthcare.

College Sweetheart

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2049

Warning: none (?)

A/n: I really like this actually, I hope you do too!! I'm sorry that I've been rather quiet today, I've spend the day with my best friend and didn't have so much time to write due to that. <3

You were straight. That was something you had been sure of your whole life. But right now, sitting in front of Larissa, you weren't so sure anymore.

The two of you had met in college and immediately hit it off. She was kind of your best friend by now. Your major was politics with a focus on educational law and Larissa's major was education. So your shared interest of the matter had brought you closer together. You had spent most of your free time together, even if it was just quietly learning together.

Of course, you had noticed that you felt happier anytime you were near her. Your heart seemed to explode, and you did get a little nervous. But that was normal, wasn't it? At least that were things you could ignore. But the latest incident couldn't be ignored. It was clear that you felt something for her, even though it was a little hard to grasp as you had been sure that you were straight. Apparently you weren't.

Larissa and you had decided to do a sleepover. A typical "girls night", watching movies, cooking together, laughing a lot and doing each others make up. The latter was the problem. While doing someone's makeup you get very, very close to them. And suddenly you got the undeniable urge to kiss her. Not in a funny way, like friends sometimes do. In a real, romantic way. The urge was so overwhelming that you had to stop applying her mascara for a second and pull yourself together. Thankfully, Larissa didn't seem to notice.

After this evening it got harder and harder to ignore what you felt for her. Suddenly you were much more aware of all the things you had already felt before. She was on your mind constantly and besides having a hard time concentrating most if the time, you were really scared. Scared of what she'd think and also scared, that if you'd ever act on the matter and somehow people would find out that you weren't actually straight, your career in politics would find an end before it had even started.

It took you a while to make the decision, it certainly wasn't an easy one. But it was the right one. And sometimes, making the right decision hurts.

You choose to change college. You needed to get away from Larissa, you wanted to be friends with her. Your friendship was very dear to you, she was after all your best friend. Larissa was devastated when you told her, you had made up some stupid lie. The focus on education was better there. It would be helpful and important for your career, you would be an expert in the matter. She believed it, of course she did. You were a good liar, you had always been. The farewell was horror, you cried. Both. But as you got in the car and Larissa was out of sight, you started to sob. A gut-wrenching, ugly sobbing. The tears blocking your vision so much you had to drive to the side of the road.

You tried to hold contact in the following weeks, calling and writing whenever there was time. The problem was, there was hardly any time. Your schedules couldn't have been any more different. And so, with time, you lost each other more and more. Until your friendship was merely a memory, coming to mind at times.

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"Shit!" You exclaimed as you tripped on the stairs. It had been a horrible day, everything seemed to go sideways. You had overslept, leaving you with six incredibly short minutes to get ready. But you had taken immoderate thirteen minutes, which is why your colleague had decided to just drive without you. That had led to you having to take the bus. Which was a horrible experience, as always. It was rush hour, you can imagine the situation inside of the bus. And now you tripped on the last stair on your way to the conference room.

Today was the Education Leadership Conference and you had a whole speech prepared on why schools for outcasts should be supported more. But it would be hard presenting that speech with some broken bones.

Thankfully, you didn't fall down. You felt arms around you, right before you would have hit the ground. The arms held you and lifted you back to your feet.

"Thank you very much, I real-" you didn't go on, because at that moment you realised who stood in front of you.

"Larissa?" You looked up to her, she looked exactly the same. Her signature red lipstick, the silver hair up in a beautiful hairdo and eyes blue like the ocean.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing, I'm a politician. Focus on educational matters. Just how I always wanted it to be." You smirked, proud of what you had achieved.

"Well I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. The school for outcasts that I went to. And I am here to represent us in the educational system." You just wanted to tell her that you had a speech for that matter exactly, but you were interrupted by someone telling you two to please get in as the conference was about to start. So you went in and sat down together.

After a few hours the topic came to outcasts and the man leading the conference, bid you to the front. Larissa's eyes widened as she realised what your speech would be about.

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

First of all, I want to start by saying: thank you. Thank you for giving me the honour of talking in front of you today. Education is a matter that has always been important to me, but the education of outcasts is particularly close to my heart. And before you wonder, No, I'm not an outcast. But that doesn't mean, that I can't support them and their rights.

I believe that the way Outcasts are treated is outrageous. Just the name Outcasts is a scandal as itself. It tempts us to believe that a life together, all as one, isn't possible. That, under all circumstances, we should live like two different species. Romantic connections between them and "Normies", as we are being called, are frowned-upon. And I can't help myself, thinking back to the LGBTQ+ rights movement. Haven't we learned anything from that?

These people are born like this, it's what they are. And they need to receive proper education. It is unbelievable that the politics like to completely overlook this. And in addition to that I believe, that everyone should be educated on this matter. Because, you won't believe me Ladies and Gentlemen, but Outcasts aren't as rare as you might think. And to ensure a safe, and tolerant life together, education is essential.

Your speech went on for a little longer and as you sat down next to Larissa again you saw that she couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the conference.

"Would you like to grab a drink afterwards?" Larissa slid a piece of paper over to you. In neat handwriting you wrote: "I'd like that, very much."

So after the conference, Larissa and you left together. You showed her a little, quiet bar just around the corner.

"I- What you said in there, your speech. It really moved me." Larissa looked at you, close to tears.

"The kids, my students, they mean everything to me. And it makes me so incredibly angry that we are so overlooked by the politics. It's nice to see a Normie care so much." You put your hand on hers and smiled lovingly at her.

The evening felt like a haze, you talked for hours. Catching up on everything that happened, but with every second that you looked at Larissa, with every word she said, you came to realise that you were in love with this woman. And in fact you had been for nearly twenty years. This wasn't the slight crush you remembered, you loved her. There was no denying it. And suddenly your whole life made sense. You understood why you had never been able to really settle down with someone, to really feel pure and deep love for anyone.

This time though, you didn't cut contact with Larissa. After the conference she went back to Vermont and you kept in touch. Regularly you chatted and Larissa invited you to come visit Nevermore for Spring Break. You could have also come in-between holidays, but Larissa told you she wanted to have time for you. If the students were there that wouldn't be the case. Still you decided to stay longer than spring break, you were eager to meet some students and maybe even talk to them.

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You arrived at the train station in Jericho as it was already dark. The station was rather empty except for a few people who left the train together with you. It was easy to find Larissa. She was tall and there weren't a lot of people to block your vision.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw her. You wanted to run to her, embrace and kiss her. You had missed her so much. But you knew how inappropriate that was, so you settled for a slight welcome hug. She guided you to her car, and you drove to the Academy.

It had something peaceful and calming to it, sitting in the car embraced by darkness. Looking at Larissa, face nearly unrecognisable but beautiful in the mild light of the street lamps. You could have kept driving on and on for hours. Just the two of you.

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The first few days, Larissa showed you around the school and Jericho. It was a flight spending so much time with her, but you weren't just her for fun.

You had brought some files and documents on the campaign about additional support for outcasts and their education. You really wanted Larissa's opinion and help on them.

So for the next week, the two of you spend a lot of time in the library and in Larissa's office. Hoovering over tons of books and files, researching the history and evolution of outcasts and how they were perceived in society. You definitely bonded even more over the work and Larissa found herself enchanted by you. Your dedication to the matter made her heart swell and moved her immensely. She fell for you, deeply. And even though she hadn't planed on sharing that with you, life sometimes makes different decisions.

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It was late already but the two of you were still in the library, quietly sitting next to each other reading through some books. Larissa turned around in her chair a little, bumping her long leg against yours. Fast she put a hand onto your thigh, right where her knee had hit you.

"I'm sorry, love." The pet names were as normal for her as breathing and still the made your heart stop every time. You grabbed her hand, looking up at her.

"No worries!" You wanted to go back to your book, but she didn't let go of your hand and as you looked up you realised she was staring at you.

"What's wrong?" And before she could think about it, it had slipped out.

"I think I love you." She threw her hand onto her mouth, as if that would get the words back inside. Her eyes widened in regret. Slowly you put the book from your lap onto the table and got closer to her.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I shouldn't have said that." You gently took her hand in yours, trying to calm her.

"Why, I think it's wonderful." She looked confused, rejection was what she had expected. Not acceptance, and most of all she didn't expect you to return the feelings.

"Well, I've had a crush on you since college. Even though I've realised as I met you again, it was so much more than a crush. I love you, Larissa." Larissa looked extremely cute when speechless, her cheeks were burning red, and you felt goosebumps on her skin as you leant in for a kiss.

Maybe leaving hadn't been easy twenty years ago. But if it leads to this, you would always do it again.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #principle weems

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

‼️ aita for looking out for a friend?

(all 17, pronouns provided for everyone included other than me)

so I have a relatively small friend group, including people who I'll call T (they/them, my best friend), G (he/him, the friend the title is referring to), and B (she/her, we don't get along). B and I have been on our high school theater team for 4-ish years together, right from the first show post-quarantine to (hopefully) our last senior show in April next year. Last year, my friends T and G joined for a murder mystery show and G LOVED it. we performed it, went into summer, and came back for our senior year. Now, it's important to note that B, T, and I are also on our school's robotics team and off season events typically fall around the same day of theater competitions (dont ask why there's theatr competitions, we mainly do them for fun). B has already said that theater is more important to her than robotics, so our theater director decided to do a two person show.

Our director had already said she wanted B and G to play the parts in the show, but we all asked for an audition anyway. Auditions come around, all four of us audition. We actually talked about doing a different show in our senior meeting a week before that had 5 roles, but everyone agreed that the two person show would be better. B decided to bring up a year old issue we had where I was venting about only getting minor supporting roles where I either die or spend half the show off stahe. I had said in that conversation that before roles were casted, I wanted B's roles. It was the biggest role in the show with no time off stage and I felt like I was at a point i could handle it, but B got the role and it was fine! I was chilling with my yelling role. Well, B heard this and interpreted it as me saying I could do her role better and stormed out of class after yelling at me about it.

This went unresolved for a YEAR because everytime I tried to talk about it she'd either yell at me or change the topic. And now she was using it as a petty argument to show that I'd be upset if I didn't get a role. This isn't even the worst thing that's happened between us, but let's get back to the aita.

So, as of the time I'm submitting this it's only the first week of rehearsals. B and G are both almost off book, which is impressive for G because this is only his second show. He's absolutely amazing at his role but has a habit of getting the idea of his lines and paraphrasing them (if that makes sense? like if that line is "it'll only be a second, let me check." he'll say "let me look ill only be a second"), but beyond that he's REALLY good at making you feel the proper emotion already. The Main issue with him already is he's missed two days of rehearsal, which wouldn't be bad if we weren't so late starting. He missed one day for a sport meet and one day for his sisters birthday, which was understandable to everyone other than B.

B lives, eats, and BREATHES theater at this point and if you don't take it as seriously as she does, she'll try to get you kicked off the team. Since G missed two days, B thought he wasn't taking it seriously enough and decided to tell our director. G was absolutely devastated, he was already misses an event that'd get him really good contacts for the field he wants to go into because B asked the director to make all of the rehearsals mandatory BECAUSE he wanted to do the event. He came to T and I to talk about it and I decided to go to rehearsal that night to warn the director B was trying to get G kicked off. B's full reasoning for trying to kick him off was that he wasn't prioritizing rehearsal and hadn't memorized his lines yet (again, first week).

Rehearsal went absolutely amazing, they were both almost completely off book for one of the longest scenes and did it so soso SO WELL. Once rehearsal ended after 3 hours and B left the room, I went to go tell the director. The director immediately shut me down and told me if B had something to say I don't have to warn her. G and I left trying to wrap our heads around what to do. I didn't want him to be kicked off and deal with the shame of not feeling good enough and he felt insulted that someone he thought was his friend would go through so many hoops just to pretty much sabotage a hobby of his. We agreed that if the director went through with kicking him off we wouldn't go down without a fight.

But, that was that, and I got home and joined a call with some other friends to decompress from how stressful the entire situation was. I would've been completely de-stressed if it weren't for the fact B texted me an hour after rehearsal ended with just "what happened between us?" Apparently, our director had told her that I was trying to warn her that B was gonna say something. I realized that B still thinks we're on good standing, friends even, when I absolutely do not.

I don't know how to go about telling her that any thread of friendship between was severed a long time ago, but I think me trying to protect G and keep him on the team was the final straw for her. I can't tell if I'm just blinded by my dislike of her or if I really fucked up in this situation.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[wileys-russo]

mary earps ; “this is a very different side of you.” ; carnival

mary earps

"hi baby." you answered your phone with a smile seeing your girlfriends name and contact photo flash on the screen, tucking it between your ear and your shoulder as you tapped away at your laptop.

"hiya! hows work?" the girl chirped happily. "its been a long week, very excited that its friday." you answered honestly making mary chuckle. "not too tired for date night?" mary asked to check in, well aware your job could be rather demandng.

"of course not, thats been whats getting me through." you smiled as your girlfriend did so too on the other end of the line. "so will you tell me what we're doing then?" you asked with a playful tone, the footballer purposefully withholding her plans all week.

"nope! but i'll pick you up at seven, dress comfy and warm." "but mary i-" "trainings back gotta go. i love you!"

and with that the call ended with a beep.

sure enough she was right on time, knocking on your door right on seven as you put in your other earring and rushed to the door. "well hello beautiful!" mary whistled as you did, a laugh leaving your mouth as she wrapped you in a tight hug lifting you up.

"aren't you a sight for sore eyes." the taller girl exhaled, putting you back down on your feet as the two of you exchanged a few sweet kisses. "sorry love, works been insane lately." you sighed in apology, admittedly having seen her a lot less than usual the last two weeks.

"no need to be sorry. you're here now, i'm here now, lets not waste time reflecting on the past when we weren't together mm?" mary smiled sweetly, her hands gently falling either side of your face and bringing your mouth to meet hers once again as you swooned.

"but why won't you just tell me!" you groaned slumping into your seat making mary laugh as she still refused to disclose where the two of you were headed. "do you know how hard it was to get ready for a destination i don't know?" you huffed sending her a pointed look.

"well you look gorgeous." the goalkeeper flashed you a charming smile as you couldn't help but allow the corners of your mouth to turn upward. "shut up charmer."

"you can stop being stroppy now we're here anyway." mary turned a corner as your eyes lit up realizing just where she'd taken you. "why didn't you just tell me!" you punched her arm as she whined and pulled into a parking space.

"because mystery is romantic!" mary grinned, hurrying to open your door for you, stealing a kiss as you slipped out of the car and took her hand. "no! i asked you out, its my turn." mary protested as you quickly paid both your entry fees into the manchester annual winter carnival.

"snooze you lose earps, thought goalkeepers were supposed to have quick reflexes?" you teased walking backwards as mary scoffed. "oh is that so?" the girl challenged as you nodded, grins on both your faces as she launched at you, chasing after you as the two of you giggled like children.

it didn't take long for her hand to grab yours and pull your body into a tight hug, the two of you kissing for a moment with a smile. "come on, reckon i can beat you at a game or two before we eat." mary challenged.

"oh you're on babe."

"yes! loser." you accepted your third prize in a row from the attendant, waving it in marys face who took it off you with a scowl, tucking it under her arm along with the others as you practically skipped off to the next game.

"loser buys dinner and drinks?" you challenged with a grin, mary rolling her eyes. "i already said i'm buying!" she chuckled with slight amusement, paying the game attendant as you grabbed a basketball.

"fine, if i win then i get to pay." you smiled smugly, twirling the basketball around on your finger with a wiggle of your eyebrows. "what happened to the girl who laughed at everything i said and blushed every time i smiled at her? bring her back." mary sighed dramatically as you rolled your eyes.

"she realised that the great euro winning goal saving golden glove wielding mary earps is simply...a human who is very very bad at carnival games." you smirked.

"you know this is a very different side of you, i'm not sure how i feel about it. might be a bit annoyed, might be a bit turned on." mary admitted making you laugh.

"well which is it then?" "mm lets see if you can sink this shot and then i'll decide."

#woso #woso imagine #woso blurbs #woso x reader #woso fanfics #mary earps x reader #mary earps #woso community #engwnt

[dollywheeler]

September 20th, 1996

Dear diary,

The girls and I went to the diner after cheer practice, so I got home later than usual. At first I thought mom and dad had gone out, as dad's car was gone and the house was dark despite it only being 7, but I found mom sitting in the living room on her own reading a magazine. Apparently, dad had some work event and wouldn't be home until late. The house felt lonely without dad sitting in his chair in front of the TV, and I realized mom probably felt that more than anyone now that I was out a lot more, myself.

It made me feel worse for leaving her to have dinner on her own, and realized I'd forgotten to call and let her know I wouldn't make it.

It reminded me of when I was younger, and I'd go back downstairs after being unable to fall asleep, to find mom in the sitting room, reading or sewing but mostly just keeping her eye on the door. It took me a while to realize she was waiting on Mike and/or Nancy, making sure they'd get home, without knowing when they'd be back. One night, mom had allowed me to sit with her a little longer instead of getting me back upstairs immediately, and when we'd finally heard the garage door open, Mike had rounded the corner and ran right up the stairs without saying anything.

To this day I don't know if he ever even knew she was there, or if he just didn't care that she was. I just know that mom had opened her mouth to greet him or ask how he was, but changed her mind, clearly knowing better. He'd already been halfway up the stairs, anyway.

She still looks surprised any time I let her know where I'm going or what I'm doing, the relief on her face every time we have dinner together and I tell them about my day. I don't want to stop doing that. I don't want to do that to her. Not after seeing how much it hurt her the first two times.

I don't want to do that to her ever. I guess, I came pretty close today, anyway.

On top of that, my first instinct was to go upstairs, to read or listen to music in my room, but I realised that would leave her sitting here alone, just as Nancy or Mike would have done.

So, instead, I asked if she wanted to go the movies.

She seemed surprised I'd asked, which was to be inspected and made me feel even more guilty, but it was clear she was excited by the idea.

It was strange getting into the car with her now I've been doing most driving myself, but it was a nice feeling too - like I'd only just realized I'd been missing it - and it made me feel a lot better.

Mom asked if there was a particular movie I wanted to see, and it made me pause because I realised there really weren't that many great movies playing. I just suggested watching My Best Friend's wedding as I considered it was probably most up her alley, but she remembered I'd already seen it. I insisted I didn't particularly care about anything else that was playing and didn't mind seeing it again.

At first she agreed if I was sure, but once we got to the theater she checked out the other movies anyway. She pointed out Mimic as something I'd probably like, and I laughed and pointed out it was R-rated, but she just shrugged and joked that "she may look young but still counts as adult supervision."

I told her I didn't want to watch anything she wouldn't enjoy. She gave me this look with a twinkle in her eyes and I remember that I only know the parts of her she'd wanted me to see until now. It made me feel kind of dumb - naive, I guess. Strange how that works - how we just assume that parents are parents, and everything they enjoyed as children was prelude to raising kids. That we forget they're people too.

It made me ask what she enjoyed doing at my age, and I could tell she felt weird answering that question, almost as if she wasn't quite sure how, or she'd forgotten. She mentioned something non-commital about ballet and focusing on school, but on the way home, she said she'd enjoyed the movie even though preferred fantasy over sci-fi. And then she'd told this story about how, when she was pregnant with Mike, she'd left Nancy with a babysitter one night and had gone to see Rosemary's Baby on her own. I've really been underestimating her, apparently. I always knew mom must have been somewhat like me and Nancy as a teenager, I just never realised she was - and this is going to sound cliché - cool. Cool enough to say 'fuck it' and go to the movies on her own, to one of the scariest horror movies ever, about a baby, while pregnant.

And then she said, and I can't quite believe I'm the first one hearing about this, that it was actually the first night she'd met Joyce Byers. Apparently, she was working the ticket counter at the time - just as pregnant as mom was - and had made a comment about her choice of movies. Something about her nerves never being able to handle horror and that she'd probably go into labor early if she tried.

A few weeks later, when mom was in the hospital with Mike, she bumped into Joyce again when they came to pick Will up from the NICU. Mom smiled when she recalled this, but her thoughts seemed far away as she trailed off. She'd been in a good mood ever since we bumped into them, and I know she'd been hoping for something like that to happen ever since they moved back to town.

I should probably have explained that first before going off on this tangent.

So, we went to see Mimic. We got to our seat as the previews were ending, and pretty early on as the movie was starting, my attention was pulled to two people a few rows in front of us and a little to my left. They were talking quietly among themselves, as most people were, and I immediately recognised them as Will and Mike.

It kind of shocked me - I really hadn't expected seeing them and I tensed realizing mom was with me. I didn't know how she'd respond to seeing them, and I really didn't want to ruin this night for her. It had been so nice up until now, and I doubted reminding her of the son that had abandoned her would be make this night better. Okay, maybe abandoned is a strong word, but I still didn't think it was far off from how mom was feeling.

But mom seemed engrossed by the movie and unbothered by the people talking around her, so I hope she wouldn't recognise them in the dark and tried to focus on the movie myself.

It was great - not that scary, honestly, and I'm not a fan of bugs so it was more disgusting than anything. I might just have been too distracted to enjoy it though, as I kept catching snippets of Mike and Will's commentary.

At the start of the movie they were pretty quiet, but then when the characters really started investigating the tunnels and the action started kicking up, Mike mumbled “Stupid kids sticking their noses where they don’t belong.”

“Shut UP, Mike.” Will groaned, but he was clearly biting back a laugh.

“At least we didn’t WANT to get involved. And we managed to stay alive.”

Will slapped his arm instead of telling him to shut up again, but he was laughing quietly.

Wondrously, people weren’t complaining about them whispering. Though, if I hadn’t been so focused on them I probably wouldn’t have minded either - they were being quiet enough and surely weren’t the only ones making a comment here or there.

It was a weird comment though, and I didn't understand what Mike could have been referring to. There were more comments like that, though I can't quite recall them all.

At one point, Mike repeated a quote from the movie “The world’s a much bigger lab.” and then added, "Don’t let El watch this movie. She’ll have an existential crisis.”

Again, weird comment, but Will seemed to follow exactly what he meant as he hissed out a “Mike.” before pressing a hand over his mouth to stelp his laughter.

They continued back and forth like this, Will chiming in with his own comments every once in a while, though more content to just sit and watch than Mike was apparently. Until, eventually Mike said something about "it being nice for the scientists to be the victim of their own creations for once."

"What the hell is wrong with you?” Will joked in response this time, sounding strangely fond, before dropping his voice into a more serious tone. “Are you okay? We can leave-“

“I’m fine. Joking helps.” Mike's voice was quieter as he responded seriously for once, and it was weird. I wouldn't have expected him to sober up just like that, to drop the act and be earnest after all that sarcasm. “Though I don’t like we’re watching this back in Hawkins.”

It made me scoff, strangely defensive. As much as I love Hawkins, I hold no illusion over it being a paradise, but no one asked them to move back. If they hate being here so much they shouldn't have come. I knew they hadn't wanted to come back - knew it was all just a ruse, them wanting to meet up and suddenly caring about the people they left behind is all just bullshit, a game to pass the time cause they have nothing better to do. Something they might as well indulge in now they're burned out and back where they started.

Surely they could have found a different small town in need of teaching staff.

But Will just smiled sadly at Mike's comment, before glancing around at the other patrons, enraptured by the movie or muttering and grimacing between themselves at the juicy bits. Then Will shifted in his seat, only barely, pulling his hand off the armrest causing Mike to turn his eyes back to him, and asked. “Better?”

“Better.” Mike agreed with a smile, though what had changed to make it so, I couldn’t grasp. “Oh we’re back to regular horror movie bullshit. That’s good. Watch him struggle with that lighter like a total cliché. Told you."

Weirdest part was when the movie had ended. As soon as the lights came on, I was ushering mom out of the theater because I didn't want her to see them, and I managed to get her successfully back into the foyer. She had to go to the bathroom though, but I figured that worked in my favor because I'd thought Mike and Will would be gone before she came out again.

I'd been aware of them walking behind us, and as I waited by the door, I heard Mike complain that the movie "wasn't even that scary, but just hit close to home."

I remember it clearly cause it struck me as odd - "too close to home"? I think mom would kill herself if she’d ever let a cockroach in the house. And with modern medicine plagues are definitely of the past. But then I realized he might have been talking about Barb. I don’t know exactly what happened and Nancy and mom don't like talking about it, but dad says it was a government cover-up. Something about a leak from the old lab. Though I doubt it was anything like the movie - it wasn't even a biological agent but chemical contaminant.

But what do I know.

At least they were gone without mom seeing them.

Or so I thought.

Of course, we eventually bumped into Mike and Will anyway. Mom caught sight of them the second we stepped back out into the hallway. They were standing near the bins, lost in conversation, clearly loitering as if hesitant to leave. I admit I used to do that a lot too, but only because I wanted to talk to my friends longer before we'd have to get in separate cars and drive to separate houses. Mike and Will don't have this problem, so I can only assume they did it just to thwart me.

Mom immediately dragged me over to go say hi.

I could tell she was nervous despite her eagerness, and despite my annoyance at Mike and hesitancy at the confrontation to come, I had to admire her resilience. They looked up when mom greeted them, and I caught their expression as they noticed me first, before they fell slightly into something more unsure as their eyes fell on mom.

"Oh, hi, Holly. Hi Mrs. Wheeler." Will said, taking the lead in the conversation as he smiled polite as ever at mom, but even he seemed cautious.

"Hi, mom," Mike said quietly, and I noticed he didn't hug her hello. He barely even looked at her, keeping his eyes downcast.

Will asked what movie we'd just seen, and both him and Mike seemed surprised when mom said they'd watched Mimic. I stayed quiet as they talked about the movie for a bit, until Mike seemed to notice I hadn't said anything yet.

Mike turned to me and mentioned having dinner again, saying I had yet to accept an invitation any time soon, and then he added - surprising both me and mom, and possibly even himself - "you too mom."

I could tell he was nervous after, but I didn't know if it was because he already regretted what he'd said or if he wasn't sure what our response he would be.

"What about dad?" I tried to ask, but mom just put her arm around my shoulder and cut me off with a "we'd love to accept."

I don't know why they'd want to leave out dad but I'm getting sick of missing half the conversation.

But it didn't end up ruining mom's night after all, so I'm trying to just let it go and be happy for her. Mike and Will said they had plans next weekend, and I would have considered it an excuse to procrastinate putting down an actual date if next weekend wasn't homecoming so it makes sense for them to be busy. And then they actually suggested the Friday after that, so they ended up giving a date after all. Let's see if they'll find an excuse to cancel before then.

I think it would crush her if they did.

For now she's more excited than I've seen her in a long time, and it's hard to be mad at Mike when he put that smile on her face.

It's just insanely unfair that he has that influence over her, that something so simple could make her that happy, when he can't even be bothered to stay in touch. I hope for her sake that the dinner will be the first of many, because if it's a one-off it would just break her heart all over again.

Love, Holly

#holly wheeler #mike wheeler #the third wheeler #fanfic #stranger things #byler #will byers #karen wheeler

[melon-cream-enmu]

I had an idea for a part 3 of 'big "happy" family'! After Enmu died from Muzan's attack, darling immediately took the chance to run away with her two children. Now no longer having to live under her "husband's" control, darling lovingly raises her two children in peace. That is until... One night Enmu, now Lower Moon One, finds them, and wishes to be a "family" again, wanting to have his darling wife by his side once more, much to her horror. Thanks for considering!

Cw break in, implied past noncon, reader being a single mother, reader is scared of Enmu, Enmu using his blood demon art, suggestive stripping, suggestive non consensual touch but no sex and no groping, Enmu dresses reader, Enmu lays with reader in her bed

You come home late at night, baby in the sling on your chest and your oldest waddling beside you, chubby hand grasping yours. You pick her up and coo at her, she's looking so tired. You were out late, far past her bed time. You put her down in her bed, all tucked in and dozing off already, tucking a soft whisp of dark black hair out of her face. She was a perfect baby, a perfect first baby, she never caused you any trouble as she grew and you're grateful. You just wish she'd come in a better situation. With a father you loved, so she'd have a true family.

You hug your sleeping son close to your chest and blink away tears that threaten to come before leaving the room. You don't want to wake him, but he'll need to be so you can put him to bed too. You shift the sling while you walk, arm beneath his body as it loosens, walking past your bed room, beside your daughters room, and into the next.

Focused on your son, you don't realize something is wrong until you step into a shadow that slices through the stream of moonlight from the far window like a knife. You freeze. It's a person, the shadow moves slightly so it must be. You want to turn back and grab your daughter and leave, but you don't know who this is and if they intend to hurt you.

You slowly lift your head to the intruder and the sight makes you ill.

A man, holding one of the framed photos of you and your children, looking at it fondly. Dark hair, in a style you recognize, a silhouette you recognize, a voice you recognize, as he hums quietly to himself. But something is wrong.

His clothes aren't familiar, his hair is different, and the most glaringly obvious change is his face. Markings, down his cheek, something you've never seen before.

He should be dead, you saw his body and the carnage in that house when you awoke that day. You don't know what had happened but you had thank every god for sparing you and giving you the chance to leave.

You don't realize you're shaking until your son begins to whine.

The sound causes the man to turn. Time moves in slow motion as your blood turns to ice when you finally see all of him. Pale skin, colors cascading down his cheeks, bright blue eyes now etched with pupils reading 'lower one'. And when he smiles, the sight of fangs shoot fear into your soul.

"There you are. I was worried you wouldn't be back before morning, I'd have to wait all day to see you." You don't understand. "It's been...two, three years? I've finally found you, I don't think I'd have been able to wait any longer." He giggles, and it's like pins in your brain.

You're paralyzed in fear. You try to back away but your body refuses to move as he advances on you. He's right in front of you now, staring deep into your eyes. Some where, deep inside you, you wish you could fall into the hazy loving feeling that they give you, but you can't. You weren't fortunate enough to have met a normal man, and fall in love and begin a normal life together.

His eyes shift down, slowly, as if analyzing every inch of your skin on their way down. "Now, who is this?" You hold your child closer to your chest, but he's able to pull back the loose fabric of the sling regardless. His eyes widen.

"A son..." You're mind grows heavy. Even after all this time, it's familiar. You whimper, eyes fluttering closed before opening once more. Your son is now gone from your hold and tears begin to rise as you can only watch. "Our son." Enmu says, rocking him in his arms. You look as best you can through your hazy view and feel you may be sick.

His hand...one of his hands is gone. You're already wondering how he's begun to hypnotize you again, you didn't see any of his toys or hear any of those dreaded words, you don't understand how he did it.

Then there's a tug on your hair, near your ear. You slowly turn your head, your mind is swimming. You wish you were dreaming when you catch the horrid sight. A disembodied hand on your shoulder, pale lips on its back and they grin at you.

You yelp and attempt to slap it away, but your movements are sluggish. The sudden attempt at movement affects your balance and you begin to sway.

The next moment, you're in his arms. An embrace that is foreign yet familiar. "Careful my love. I wouldn't want to see you hurt." He giggles. You're mad, frustrated, feeling a range of emotions that you can't express. All you can do is cry.

"Let's get you to bed, alright?" He asks as if you'd be able to answer, in your current state. He walks with you, pace steady and sure, into the next room. How long was he in your home, to know what rooms are where. He sits you down on your bedding before moving to your sons crib, cooing at him and holding him gently as he lays him down.

For a moment, all you see is a father, putting his child down for the night, doting on them with love in his gestures. But the second he faces you again, that vision shatters.

The look in his eyes. They'd always been sleepy, always staring a certain way. But you learned quickly what he wanted when he looked at you like that. You shiver as you gather your clothes, hoping he'll just let you sleep unbothered. You don't hear him approach, you only feel the sudden touch of his hands on your arms. He starts to slide the sleeves down after you undo the fabric around your middle. Slowly, like he's savoring it, but you know he's torturing you.

You hold a bundle of hem and sleeves at your chest, reluctant to lose what keeps you shielded from his perverse gaze.

You try to calm yourself while he brushes your hair aside, breathing in against your skin, letting his nose draw a path down your neck to your shoulder, where he lays a soft kiss. It's hard to keep your heart from fluttering when he creeps his hands down your exposed back, letting his cold nails draw lines of goosebumps along the fat of your sides until his hands rest near yours.

His nature betrays his actions, the soft pull at your robes doesn't hide the fact that he's demanding that you let go. You drop everything, stepping out of the pile soon bunched at your feet. Bending down to retrieve your night clothes, you feel his eyes on you and turn to him when you rise. You don't look at him as you dress, assuming he's going to stop you when he closes the small gap between you.

But he takes it from your hands, bringing the sleeves up your arms, covering your chest, and fastening it around your waist. You feel this is more upsetting than if he'd stopped you, whimpering when he holds your jaw and kisses your cheek.

"Come..." You do, you follow him to your bed and allow him to lay with you, your chin tucked to your chest to avoid looking at him, but that doesn't seem to bother him.

Humming quietly, petting your hair, holding you close, it's as if these past three years were only a dream. A wonderful dream, free from your 'husband' and his 'love'. It feels as if nothing has changed, despite the fact that everything that possibly could have changed did...

#cream talks #this got long haha #cream slayer #toasted sugar cream #I need him to be tender as he manipulates me #it would #I just need it #cream afab #cw pregnancy #because of reader having children #cream fem

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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SKZ You Fight / Make Up

TW: Language and yelling

Chan

You two had been arguing for a while, he was coming home super late, to the point where neither of you were sleeping.

"Chan I just want you to be healthy, this isn't healthy!"

"I'm an idol Y/n! I need to stay up late for the fans and the boys."

"Love, the fans care way more about your health than your music, you need rest too."

"No I don't, I'm fine, if you would just shut up than maybe I would have been in bed by now huh?"

You just stood there, not reacting.

"Go take your fucking shower. And go to bed." You said it with a straight face and an empty voice. He was about to walk away, when you thought he couldn't hear you, you let out a sob.

"Y/n.."

"Go!" You yelled it, but it came out more of a shriek as it mixed with another sob.

"Y/n please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry love please don't cry.." He gathered you in his arms and held you tightly against his chest. Every heave you made with your cries he replied with a kiss on your forehead. He walked you over to the couch and sat you on his lap, brushing your hair back behind your ears.

"Let's talk okay? I'll make it better."

Minho

He never really yelled at you, but when you and Jisung had gotten into a bit of trouble due to being loud at their work he was mad. As soon as he got home with you he yelled, making you flinch.

"Really?! At my work?! You two couldn't be quiet, even after I asked multiple times! This always happens too, you know why, cause you can't follow instructions!" Your lip was already quivering a bit, but you wanted to listen to what he had to say.

"Always talk and never listen! Are you listening no-?!" Before he could even finish you were out the door. You weren't going to sit there and listen to his rant, that really had nothing to do with you, but he wanted to blame his stress on something. Before you were even halfway down the hallways you felt arms around you.

"Don't."

"Why? Oh do you have more about how I never listen. Oh am I talking too much now?" You turned around, letting his arms fall, to his glossy eyes and distraught face.

"No.. I don't. I'm sorry." His eyes didn't meet yours but the way his feet shuffled and his hands were clenched together behind his back was enough.

"God you look like a toddler." He giggled a bit at that and opened his hand to you.

"I'll make you dinner, let's go home, please?"

You two went home, you watched him cook dinner and every spare second he got he'd walk over to you and steal a kiss, ruffling your hair and apologizing again.

"I'm sorry, I love you, next time slap me okay?" You cackled at that and replied.

"Can I get that in writing?"

Changbin

You came home from a night with your friends, not knowing at all that the boys would all be there.

"Surprise!!" The lights turned on and you closed your eyes, not expecting brightness. You and your friends had been drinking, and you weren't, drunk? But you weren't just tipsy either.

"Ahh, hiii!" The boys all laughed at your state, except Changbin.

"Bin you didn't tell us she'd been out with her friends!" Their leader said.

"I didn't know." The mood dropped right there, for them at least, you were having the time of your life, there was a cake after all.

"Ah, if you want food, I brought extra... we ate at that restaurant you like so I'd thought I'd get you guys some, good thing you're here!" The boys all thanked you, yet again excluding your boyfriend, and started eating.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Come over here please."

You two went into your room where he blew up, whispering.

"You're drunk?! Really while all the guys are here?!"

"Dude, you showed up at my house, not even asking if I had plans, what the fuck do you mean really? It's my birthday, can I not celebrate?" He went on and on about how these were his friends and you were embarrassing him, that you didn't care about his image.

"You don't even care do you? You knew they'd be over here, that's why you got drunk!" He was still whisper yelling, but you screamed your reply.

"IF YOU'RE SO FUCKING UPSET THEN LEAVE!" You were crying at this point, how dare he blame you for embarrassing him? He hadn't even asked if you were busy OR if he could come over. You could feel your face getting wet from how many tears were coming out. You were a bit hysterical due to the extra alcohol and just you being upset.

"You didn't ask if I -Sob- had plans or if you could -Sob- even come over! I-"

"I know baby, I'm sorry, I- I'm sorry, this is my fault, it's your birthday. You should celebrate. I'm sorry, can I get you water, maybe some tissues?" You nodded and he walked into the kitchen, where the rest of the boys were.

"You know we don't care right? It's her birthday, she should go out with her friends Binnie." Felix said, immediately shoving food into his mouth after.

"Yeah, I guess I was just upset, we'll be right back." They nodded and he made his way back to you.

"Here baby, here's water, and some medicine to make your headache better in the morning." You thanked him and as you drank the water and swallowed the pills he wiped your tears.

"I'm sorry binbin.."

"No honey, don't be, I'm sorry, I was a douche."

"Mm yeah.." He laughed loudly at that and you two went back to the boys, watching the new episode of Extraordinary Attorney Woo together.

#skz bang chan #skz changbin #skz felix #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #skz i.n #skz imagines #skz minho #skz seungmin #skz #skz han