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lowkeyerror · 8 months

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Effort

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: No happy ending

Summary: Y/n is in love with Wanda, but the witch doesn't feel the same way. Y/n doesn't want to damage the relationship they have, so she tries what makes sense... distnace. Wanda doesn't like the distance

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Effort should mean something. The time, the patience, the consideration; it should mean something. Yet, as the days passed Y/n found it hard to believe that was true. She felt as though her effort had yielded no results. Her friends implored her not to give up, but it was hard. It was extremely hard to see Wanda chasing a man that didn’t deserve her, a man that broke her heart, a man that was hardly even a man in the first place. How could she love him after he led her on? How could she love him after he rejected her so quickly? How could she love him after he tortured her with friendship?

Perhaps it was the same way that Y/n found herself loving her regardless of how Wanda treated her. It would be unfair to say that Wanda treated Y/n harshly or played with her emotions purposefully. However, Y/n was still hurting. Wanda had confided in her about Vision, and though it broke her heart she gave Wanda earnest advice. She told the witch to be honest and be bold. Wanda took her advice and in turn got her heart broken. Maybe this was the universe giving Y/n karma.

Other members of the team could see very clearly how much Y/n cared about Wanda. Natasha was the one who first brought it up to Y/n asking if something was going on. Y/n was quick to fold under the spy’s questioning. Natasha only put fuel into her fire, Y/n began to believe that maybe Wanda felt something for her.

The fire was put out at every turn. Maybe it was Y/n’s nerves or maybe it was reality, but the Wanda that had trusted her seemed to be gone. There was something missing in Y/n’s mind. It felt like Wanda couldn't stand being in the room alone with her. It’s not like Wanda was talkative and outgoing with everyone, but she seemed extra closed off when it was just the two of them.

The change in their relationship made Y/n want to cry. Every time she looked at Wanda, she felt like her presence inconvenience the witch. Trying to converse with the witch was like pulling teeth. So, Y/n decided to just stop.

She put a distance between the witch and herself. A distance that everyone could see. The care she had for the witch was no longer displayed outwardly. She would only engage with Wanda, if Wanda sought her out. Even then Y/n couldn’t look at the witch, and her answers were shorter than they had ever been.

“Did I do something?”

The question catches Y/n off guard. The others had been sent out on a quick recon mission, leaving them as the only two in the compound. So, as they stood in kitchen and Wanda questioned Y/n, there was no one to save Y/n and nowhere for her to run.

“No, you haven’t done anything.”

Wanda crosses her arms,” But you know what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting different lately, and it’s only with me.”

“Y/n pauses briefly, “It’s nothing you did, Wanda. Can we please drop it?”

“Then talk to me, Y/n. What’s going on?”

For a moment Y/n contemplates putting it all out there. She could tell Wanda the truth, right now. There’s already a distance in between them. It couldn’t get any worse, for Y/n. She feels empty and hollow treating Wanda like this, but it’s the best for the both of them.

“I- don’t want to talk about it.”

“Bullshit, Y/n. I miss you. You hardly talk to me, and you can’t even look at me “

Y/n let’s out a small scoff, “It’s not like you were ever listening to what I was saying. You’d be staring off into space. I’d talk too much, and it would never hold your attention. Nothing I ever say is enough to create a back and forth. After I finish talking its always quiet.”

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. She wanted to protest, but it was true, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” Wanda tries to catch the woman’s gaze, but Y/n won’t look at her.

“Are we done here?”

Wanda shook her head in disbelief. Y/n was trying to run from her, but the witch wasn’t going to allow that anymore.

“No, we are not done here, Y/n. I- I will do better, I promise. Just give me something, anything to work with. Don’t give up on me.”

The desperation in Wanda’s voice nearly broke Y/n. She knew that Wanda was trying her best. She could hear how much this was affecting the witch. Y/n wanted nothing more than to just move on and forget all of this. However, her heart couldn’t let her. She was still madly in love with Wanda and the thought of being close to her, but not being able to have her still hurt.

“Wanda I would never give up on you. I just… I need a little space,” Y/n couldn’t look at the redhead. Her voice was soft, reluctant to let those words even leave her lips.

Wanda sighed, “Haven’t we had enough space?”

It was a bold move from Wanda, but with her question she stepped closer to Y/n. The girl took a step back, much to Wanda’s surprise. The look of hurt in the red heads eyes only multiplied.

Y/n couldn’t meet her eyes. She took a shaky breath and ran a hand through her hair, in a small voice she spoke, “I can’t do this with you right now.”

“How am I supposed to fix this if I don’t know what I did?” Wanda pleaded with the girl.

“I already told you that you aren’t the problem, Wanda. What more do you want from me.”

Wanda throws her hands up in the air, “I want you to tell me what’s bothering you because I care about you and it’s obviously affecting our relationship.”

Y/n would not be able to keep this up much longer, “I’m trying to save our relationship so please let me have this time.”

Wanda shakes her head, “Save it from what?”

Y/n can’t stop herself from yelling at the woman, “From me because I'm in love with you, Wanda. I've been in love with you for a long time and knowing that your heart lies with a man who didn't even have a heart is breaking me. Being close to you hurts because I’m never close enough. The sad part is I never expected to be. So, I just have to sit with these feelings. I’m trying to move on, I really am, but it’s hard when we’re this close. So, I just need you to give me some space, please, so that I don’t ruin our friendship.”

Y/n was out of breath when she finished speaking. Wanda stood still staring at her. The witch was not ready to hear that from her best friend. The silence was unbearable for Y/n, it was worse than she imagined. She always pictured a screaming match if she ever confessed. She thought Wanda would yell at her, and it would be welcomed over this silence.

Though nothing was funny, Y/n laughed with tears welling in her eyes, “You happy now, Wanda? This is what you wanted right?”

“Y/n…” nothing else leaves the witch’s mouth.

Y/n just nods her head aggressively,” I’m going for a walk, please don’t follow me.”

The broken-hearted girl storms out of the compound. The witch flinched as the door slammed shut. Tears of her own welling in her eyes,” I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Those were the last words Wanda said before she started sobbing. It was ironic in a way, how both women were in tears. Both mourning the loss of a relationship, and both filled with regret. Wanda wishing that she had romantic feelings towards Y/n and Y/n wishing that her feelings never developed. However, the heart was cruel and no one.

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pedropascalsx · 7 months

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Dabble request: F reader with Dieter Bravo. He finally wins a major award and the reader decides to award him with smutty sex

THE AWARD.

I slightly changed it and had them enter a bet… I hope that’s okay and I hope you like it. Also you sent this in April and I missed it, i’m so sorry it took so long.

Summary: you jokingly bet that you’ll fuck your best friend dieter bravo if he wins an oscar.

Warnings: Smut. P in V. Oral. (M&F receiving). Betting. Strong language. Dieter Bravo being… Dieter Bravo.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

Word Count: 2053

A/N: I tried LOL. Thank you to @littlebirdsbookshelf for reading an unfinished version of this fic and encouraging me to finish it. I didn’t edit it and I’m too scared to read it back… so I don’t know how many mistakes are in it 😭😂 ENJOY!!

You groan as your phone wakes you up from the most comfortable sleep you’ve had in weeks, before reluctantly kicking off your covers and stepping out of bed.

The photo of Dieter Bravo's smug face flashing up on your phone screen makes you roll your eyes and curse his name before you swipe to answer. “It’s 5AM Diet, if someone isn’t dead, you’re able to be,” you growl into the phone.

“Shut up,” he says with an obnoxious chuckle, “I’m cashing in on our bet, pretty girl.”

“What?” You say before stuttering, “No. Not today, I’m not playing any of your annoying games this early.. . I’m hanging up and I'm going back to sleep, asshat.” You say, with a wide smile spreading across your face from the sound of his chuckling.

“I can hear you smiling.” He remarks and you roll your eyes again at how easily he can read you.

“What do you want, Dieter? I’m tired.”

“I already told you, I’m cashing in on our bet. March 21st 2015. You said you’d fuck me when I win an Academy Award.” Dieter recalls, his voice dripping with its usual arrogance.

“Buying a fake one from Etsy doesn’t count,” you sigh, imagining he’s just dragged himself back to his hotel from some club, “Dieter, if you haven’t already, go to bed, get so—.”

“I’m nominated,” he interrupts, ignoring the irritation in your voice, “My agent called me fifteen minutes ago. For Hunger Strike - Best Leading Actor.”

“Dieter, you better not be fucking with me.” You squeal with excitement, almost jumping up and down on the spot.

“Not yet, I’m not, pretty girl.”

“When are you home?” You ask, suddenly forgetting how tired you are.

“Eager are we?” He says, his eyebrows raising and the first real smile forming across his face in weeks despite his nomination.

“Shut up, asshat, you’ve got to fucking win the thing first… and if I recall correctly, which I do, I think I said I’d consider fucking you if you ever win one and I only said it so you’d take that damn role.”

“Mhmm. Nope. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word ‘consider’ fall from those gorgeous lips before now,” he teases. “But jokes aside… Tell me you’ll come with me, I hate those fucking things, they’re only fun if you’re swooning over how handsome I am in a suit sitting next to me.”

“Shut up, asshat.”

“Come with me, pretty girl, put those shiny statues to shame, show them how you shine brighter.” He says, unaware of just how fucking cheesy he ends up sounding.

“Only if you buy me a burger after.” You say, glad he isn’t there to see the way you’re unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Deal.”

You haven’t left his side for the past few days, he had asked you quietly to stay with him while he went through the required amount of press and you had made sure that your hand was close enough for him to squeeze when he needed it.

And today was no different, the confident Dieter Bravo the whole world thinks that they know, nowhere to be seen and instead the sweet Dieter that a few people have the pleasure of knowing sits beside you, looking at the dress bag containing the tuxedo he’ll be adorning in just a few hours time.

“You okay?” You ask, quietly bumping your shoulder against his.

“Ask me again when this is all over,” he says, before taking a generous sip of his drink. “I fucking hate red carpets.”

You take his hand and squeeze it a few times, before resting your head on those broad shoulders that you love so much.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m really fucking proud of you.” You murmur into his skin, “Always have been, you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.”

He shushes you before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, grateful that you’re with him. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Let’s do this.” You say, with a little scrunch of your nose.

“And the Academy Award goes to… Dieter Bravo.” The gorgeous actress announces and you swear you can hear his heart beating.

He stands slowly, fiddling with the front of his jacket before turning to face you, immediately smashing his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss that steals your breath before shaking the hand of his director and making his way to the stage.

His speech is short but insightful. He makes sure to make eye contact with you as he thanks you for encouraging him to take the role and then shuffles off the stage as quickly as he can.

“Will you be mad if I suggest we skip the after party?” He asks after they finish engraving his oscar, the award ceremony now over and more hands shook than he could possibly be bothered to count.

“Not at all,” you say, resting your head against his shoulder, and inspecting his shiny new award.

“Room service burgers and a shitty movie to fall asleep in front of?” He suggests, before wrapping his hand around your waist.

“Sounds like heaven.”

“It’s really fucking pretty,” you say, your hands wrapped around the statue.

“Yeah,” he says, from somewhere behind you. Unable to stop his eyes from scanning up and down your body, and unable to ignore the way his heart leaps everytime he looks at you. “Second prettiest thing in this room.”

“I’d call you a charmer, but I'm pretty certain you’re about to announce that you’re in first place,” you say, turning around to face him with a giggle and a signature scrunch of your nose.

“No. It’s you.” He says, “In every room. It’s you.”

“Charmer.”

You both stand in comfortable silence for a few moments, just staring at each other before you take a step towards him. “Academy award winner, Dieter Bravo.”

“The one and only,” he scoffs, with a roll of his eyes. “You look really fucking beautiful by the way.”

“Shut up, asshat.” You mumble, now standing toe to toe. Unable to stop thinking about the bet that you had made a few years earlier, one that neither of you had mentioned since the day he was nominated.

He’s been your best friend for years. You met on the set of his very first movie, while working as a makeup artist and immediately struck up a friendship. And while there has always been an obvious attraction between you both, the fear that making a move and acting on it could potentially ruin your friendship had kept those feelings at bay.

But standing here and seeing the way that he’s looking at you, you can’t hold back, so you don’t. You surge forward and capture his lips, kissing him with the same intensity he had kissed you with earlier this evening, but this time it didn’t have to be fleeting. His mouth swallows your moans and his hands start to roam your body, squeezing and grabbing anywhere they could as he kisses you back.

He carefully pulls down the zipper on the back of your dress, dragging it slowly and savouring every second of this moment, a moment he’s been dreaming of since first laying eyes on you.

“Dieter,” you murmur softly against his jaw, wanting him to increase his painfully slow pace of undressing you. “Please.”

He increases his pace, frantically pulling on the material and letting it pool at your feet, before helping you step out of it and guiding you backwards towards the bedroom. His hands still greedily grabbing at any and every part of you as he lays you down.

He wastes exactly no time, pulling your panties off in one clear sweep and diving his head in between your legs. The noises he makes are loud and desperate as he laps at your clit with a messy intensity. Alternating between licking and sucking your little bud, only satisfied when you’re screaming his name and tugging at his signature messy locks before soaking his face with your arousal.

You whimper his name as he continues to lap at your clit, before gently pushing him away as it gets too much. Giggling slightly at the sight of his soaked face.

“Are you planning on getting undressed?” You ask as he moves up your body.

“Not this round,” he growls, before capturing your lips again. His movements are sloppy as he fumbles with his belt, pulling it through the loops and throwing it across the room, before pulling his pants down enough to expose his cock. You push him back slightly, and lay down in front of him on your tummy, a moan slipping out as you take a good look at his cock. Thick, long and throbbing. The tip flushed red with a bead of pre-cum, you lean forward, push up the bottom of his shirt and pepper light kisses on the swell of his tummy, nipping a few times before taking him in your mouth.

He groans your name as you hollow your cheeks, your jaw immediately aching from the sheer width of him and slowly you start to bob your head. Gagging slightly as he rocks his hips and pushes past your tonsils. The snap of his hips meet the rhythm of your enthusiastic mouth. After a few minutes he groans impatiently at not being able to touch you, before pulling out your mouth leaning over you and slapping your ass and then spreading your cheeks and tasting you this way.

You take him in your hand, stroking and flicking your wrist in perfect strokes, moaning his name in a perfect little chant as he uses his nose to tease your clit. You cum with a yelp of his name, taking you both by surprise as he soothes you through the aftershocks with gentle coos and little flicks of his tongue against your pretty little clit.

“On your back, pretty girl,” he orders, giving himself a few rough strokes as he watches you. “You ready for me, baby?” He says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“I'm ready,” you confirm with a giggle, yelping with excitement as he pushes into you. Praising your ‘perfect little pussy’ as he fills you to the hilt. His arms swoop beneath your knees, so he can fuck into your deeper. “Move, D,” you beg as he waits, wanting you to adjust to the size of him.

The second you give him permission, he’s rolling his hips back, watching your face intently before snapping them forward. Loving the sound of your pretty moans as he thrusts back into you. He bends over and presses his lips against your face, thrusting himself in and out of you. Finding that spot and dragging his cock against it with ease, loving how reactive and tight your pussy gets around him.

“Oh Dieter,” you whimper, almost delirious with pleasure.

“I know, fuck, I know, baby girl,” he murmurs, “Taking my fat cock so well, baby.” You love how vocal he is, the sound of both of your moans filling the room. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” He whispers into your ear. “Every fucking day, since I met you.”

“Me too,” you stutter, seconds before your pussy clamps down around him and everything goes black. White hot pleasure erupting behind your eyes and his name becoming the only word you can speak.

It's a pleasure like you’ve never experienced, you feel him everywhere and you still want more and more. He keeps his pace as steady for as long as he can but his hips begin to falter, his pace more stilted as his cock begins to throb and he pulls out.

Stroking his cock hard and fast as he pants your cunt with thick pearly ropes of his cum.

“Holy shit.” You say with a giggle, “Even better than I imagined, D.”

“Me too,” he says as he collapses on top of you, leaning his weight onto his elbows. Kissing you gently, before nuzzling his face into your neck.

“So how was your night?” You ask with a giggle. “End as good as it started.”

“A million times better.” He says quietly.

You giggle loudly, “Better than winning the most coveted award in acting?”

“Not even a competition. You would win every time.”

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4rtificialfolio · 2 months

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It’s complicated, my darling - The Prologue

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

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(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye?

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office.

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting.

Talk soon.

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“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and youngest sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

__________________

“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

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AN: i genuinely loved writing this first chapter. I hope you guys will love this story as much as me, please let me know your thoughts! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for each chapter :)

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talkfastlibrary · 11 months

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Diamonds, Candlelight & a Question--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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word count: 4.1k (she's a longer one!)

warnings: none really, flirting, lingering glances, Jake buying you more things...

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Jake sent you a text asking if you’d like to go to a candlelit concert in the city with him later in the night. You’ve never even heard of a candlelit concert so you said yes. He then informed you that Reynolds’ will be by to take you for a mani pedi and then shopping for some new outfits.

When Reynolds arrived he had an iced coffee in hand that was made just how you liked it. You vaguely remember mentioning briefly in passing at your first dinner with Jake. Did he really remember that?

While you were getting your feet and nails done, he stayed up front looking through the magazines supplied up front. You decided on a pretty indigo color for both your hands and feet and before you could even reach into your purse, Reynolds handed over a master black credit card. Then he took you to a very high end clothing store called Madame Floquet’s Closet that you would only peek in on the street.

Yet here you are walking around the store with Reynolds behind you like a shadow as you look through the racks. You saw one of the price tags and it made you light headed. This designer is completely foreign to you and you can feel the eyes of other shoppers on you as you walk around aimlessly.

“Reynolds?” you ask for him quietly.

“Yes, miss?”

“Does Jake really want me to wear this stuff? I’ve never…I don’t know if it’ll suit me.”

“He did say to call him if you needed anything.”

“Right,” you sigh, then pull out your phone. You tap on his name and hold the phone to your ear trying to ignore the onlookers.

“Hi sweetheart, how’s shopping going?” He asks after answering.

“You really want me to wear this stuff?

“You don’t like it,” he breathes.

“It’s very…nice but I’ve never worn anything designer in my life. And everyone is staring at me–”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Tell Reynolds to take you to any store you’d like and buy whatever you want from there, okay?”

“You don’t want to shop with me?”

“You want me there?”

“Well…it’d make me feel less awkward. It’s like Reynolds is my bodyguard or something for some reality show. Don’t you want to see what you’re…buying for me?” It felt weird to say it out loud.

“You want me to be there with you?” his voice has turned tender.

“I know, I know, shopping with a woman isn’t at the top of any man’s list–”

“No, no, I’d love to join you. I’m on my way now. I just thought this would be easier for you; less pressure about our arrangement.”

“It’s the exact opposite,” you chuckle then nod to Reynolds to leave.

“Yeah, I’m finding that out about you,” he laughs. “Tell Reynolds where to go and I’ll meet you there, Sugar.”

Jake showed up at your favorite store in his service khakis and every eye was on him as soon as he entered the building. His eyes were only on you as he wove through the racks and aisles, he nodded to Reynolds in greeting then stopped in front of you.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you sigh. “I didn’t pull you from work, did I?”

“No, I was doing some paperwork,” he waves it off. “I’m glad you called.”

“I’m glad you came,” You smile shyly then glance around the store. “What do you normally wear to a candlelit concert?”

“Something comfortable,” he shrugs. “Buy as much as you’d like.”

“Yeah, okay,” you snort, then move to the dress section. He quickly side steps in front of you, you have to take a few steps back to see his face clearly.

“I’m serious. If you need more of something or see anything you think looks nice, pick it out. This is me taking care of you, remember?”

“But I haven’t even signed the paperwork yet, we haven’t even discussed–”

He presses a finger to your lips, silencing you.

“Stop,” he smirks softly. “I know we haven’t. This is me earning your trust. You lead, I’ll follow.”

And he did. He commented on items you picked out and gave his opinion when you asked. He could tell you were debating on some of them and offered words of encouragement of how lovely you’d look in it or how the color complements your skin. He loved every outfit you tried on.

“Would you like to pick something out?” you ask laying another blouse on top of the cart.

“This is for you to pick,” he shakes his head.

“Jake,” you cock your head and put a little, “please?”

“You won’t like it,” a slow smile spreads on his lips. The way he keeps glancing down at your pouted lip shows you’ve almost got him.

“Why not?”

“It’s a dress from the first store.”

“Can we go back and see it?”

“You don’t have to, y/n. You didn’t like that store and this is what you want,” he waves his hand at the cart full of clothes.

“I want to see the other dress,” you say with a bit more conviction. Please, Jake?”

He stares at you clearly battling with the predicament at hand. “Okay. Let’s check out and we’ll go back.”

“Can I drive with you?” you follow along with Reynolds as he pushes the cart to the front of the store.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I feel bad having Reynolds follow me like a shadow all the time.”

“I don’t mind it one bit Miss y/n,” Reynolds smiles over his shoulder at you. “I’ll make sure these are bagged and back at your home.”

“Thanks Reynolds.”

“Thank you,” you smile at him then split directions towards the door with Jake.

You’re not surprised when you find out his car of choice is a steel gray F-150 truck. It’s very shiny and still has that new car smell when he helps you hop up in the passenger seat. You tried not to think about how well your hand fit in his. You are surprised to hear jazz music when he turns the truck on and you stare at him.

“What?” he grins backing out of the parking spot.

“You like jazz?”

“I’m a man of many tastes. We can change it if you’d like–”

“No! I like it,” you smile then lean back in your seat.

On the drive back you can’t help yourself and glance at him the whole time. What is it about guys driving that is so attractive? Especially when he uses one hand to turn the wheel expertly as he takes turns, or the way his neck veins accentuate when he checks his blind spots. Or maybe it’s because he’s in his service khakis and it hugs his biceps and thighs a little too perfectly.

“You okay over there Sugar?”

“Huh?”

“You’re staring,” he smiles as if he’s just won the lottery.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you shake your head then look out the windshield.

“I don’t mind, you know. If I weren’t driving, I’d be staring at you, too.”

You inhale deeply. There he goes again, saying sweet things that leaves your stomach in knots and butterflies.

When you arrive at the store he makes a beeline to the front desk and one of the associates smiles at you both.

“Hello Lieutenant.”

“Hi Tracy. Can we have that dress I asked you to keep on hold for me?”

“Of course, I’ll be right back,” Tracy heads into the small hallway behind the desk and into a sleek black door.

“You had it on hold?” you ask him quietly because eyes are on you again. You drum your nails on the white marble counter.

“Mhm, I didn’t want anyone else to have it. I like this color,” he muses, grabbing hold of your fingers to look at the polish.

“One of a kind?”

“Lieutenant Seresin!” A tall woman with a French accent appears from the back room in place of Tracy. She’s holding a black garment bag with the store’s logo embroidered in gold lettering. She’s slender with tight black curls and a perfectly proportioned face and striking hazel eyes. She reminds you of Catwoman, lithe and graceful but also fierce.

“Hello Madame Floquet,” Jake smiles then kisses both of her cheeks when she rounds the counter.

“Izz she ze one?” Madame Floquet turns to you.

Standing next to her makes you feel like the plainest Jane.

“She’s the one,” he responds, his eyes on you. It’s different when he says it, it’s as if you’re the only one. “This is y/n.”

“I’ve heard so much about you mon cher,” Madame Floquet leans in and kisses both of your cheeks. “Come with me.”

She takes your hand leading you to the back by the dressing rooms and opens up the first one. It’s spacious and white with a wall to ceiling mirror outlined with bulbous lights. A black pouf sits in the corner.

“Put this on and I will get Monsieur Jake–”

“Wait, Madame Floquet,” you grab her wrist before she can spin out of the dressing room. “When did Jake ask you to put a hold on this dress?”

“Put a hold on it? No, no, no he asked me to design it. Now, put it on and I will get him.”

She brisks away and you’re left dumbfounded. You stare at the garment bag nervous to open it now because he asked her to design it for you? You trace the letters, ‘MFC’ and put two and two together. Madame Floquets Closet. This is her store.

You unzip the bag slowly gasping at the dress inside. It’s black velvet with a backless back and diamonds cascading all along the perimeter from shoulder to waist to the other shoulder. It was exquisite and when you touched the velvet, it’s the softest you’ve ever felt in your life. You pull it out, the skirt falling to the floor but you saw a slit go up on the right side.

You touch the cascading diamonds, they tickle your fingers. Clearly you can’t wear a bra with this so you strip down to your underwear and step into it and shimmy it up your body. Panic sets in because what if it doesn’t fit? You’ll be horrified to step out with it hanging off your body like a potato sack or worse, not being able to go out at all.

The sleeves slip on your arms like a second skin, not too tight and not too loose. The diamonds are like ice pecking against your back as you try to do the three velvet buttons behind your neck. Your hair gets in the way so you twist it up into a messy bun but you still struggle with the last two buttons.

There’s a knock behind you.

“Are you ready mon cher?” Madame Floquet asks.

“Almost!” you call and try to get the last buttons

“Do you need help?”

“Yes…” you sigh, then open the door.

“Allow me,” she smiles then buttons them up quickly. She spins you around and pushes you out the door in front of Jake.

He was leaning against the wall but when you appeared, he stood up straighter. His eyes are trained on you, unblinking as you come closer to him. You’re twisting your fingers together in front of your waist, nervous of how you look and what he’s thinking.

“Gorgeous, yes?” Madam Floquet smiles and adjusts the skirt for you.

“Perfect,” he says. His green eyes seem lighter as he takes you in.

“Spin mon cher, show the back!”

You rise on your tiptoes and spin around slowly, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror but you find Jake’s eyes in the reflection. You follow his eyes as they move over the slope of your back.

“Shall I ring it up?” Madame Floquet asks.

His eyes find yours in the mirror anticipating your answer.

“It’s up to this beautiful woman right here,” he nods at you.

“Yes,” you say.

“I’ll give you a moment to change,” she leaves you be then you spin and stand in front of Jake.

“You had her design this for me?”

“Yes,” he blushes rubbing at his neck. “I thought you might want to wear it to the Navy Ball.”

“This wouldn’t be too much?”

“No. You’re perfect, y/n.”

You’re caught in his eyes for a moment then remember you need to take the dress off.

“Um, can you help me with the buttons?” you ask shyly and spin around.

“Of course.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest then you feel his fingers at the nape of your neck. He undoes them slowly, you can feel his breath blow on your neck and ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin. When you look in the mirror you see the way he’s looking at you, with such tenderness and intensity you aren’t sure how to respond to that so you run quickly back into the dressing room.

With the door closed safely between you two you lean against it and catch your breath, waiting for your racing heart to calm down.

He takes you home and he looks up and down the street as sirens wail away somewhere in the distance. There’s litter along the sidewalks and old abandoned houses surround yours with broken windows and doors hanging off their hinges. You didn’t live in the best part of town but you could afford the small townhouse and it was close to your flower shop.

Jake follows you to the door with your garment bag in his arms and watches you unlock four sets of locks, the last one being the hardest because you had to turn the knob just right for it to open. You bustle in and find all of your other shopping bags in the living room where Reynolds left them for you.

“You can hang the dress on the basement door,” you call to Jake and open your windows in the living room. When you come back to the kitchen he’s opening and closing your front door peering at the hinges as it sticks.

“The landlord hasn’t been by yet to fix it,” you explain.

“When did you call?” he shoulders it shut then presses on it with his full weight.

You roll your lips into your mouth.

“y/n?” he spins around to look at you.

“A few months ago,” you sigh.

“A few months?!”

“It’s fine, Jake–”

“No, it’s not. It’s very easy for someone to break this and come in. The houses next to you are broken. This is too dangerous.”

“It’s all I can afford. I have locks and a jam that goes in it so no one can get in if they try. Thank you for today and driving me home,” you say walking past him to open the door. “I’ll see you later for the concert.”

You decided to wear dark high-waisted jeans and one of your new blouses for the concert. You stashed away the velvet dress in your closet and waited for Reynolds to come pick you up. You were unloading your dishwasher when there was a soft knock so you closed the cabinet, gathered your purse and keys and opened the door.

“Hi Rey–oh! Jake, hi,” you stare up at him in shock. He hadn’t mentioned he’d be picking you up tonight and he looked very handsome in an all black ensemble. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I hope you’re not disappointed,” he smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“No, not disappointed,” you shake your head smiling, “and thank you.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yep. Just let me lock up,” you bustle past him in the doorway getting a whiff of his cologne. It’s becoming your favorite smell and you notice his look of disdain as he watches you lock your locks.

The concert is in the center of the city, the sun was just starting to dip below the horizon so his eyes were a pretty golden green. He handed his keys to the valet, slipping him a fifty dollar bill and ushered you inside.

“I’ve never been here before,” you tell him hushedly as you enter inside.

It’s an old theater that was made in the early 1800s, tons of plays and orchestras were displayed here even a few rock shows. You always admired the old building when you drove past it but the inside was even better than the exterior. It had that old building smell but the carpets and upholstery were new.

Chandeliers hung in the main foyer with smaller ones leading up the staircase to the second level. A quiet murmur of the people inside echoed around the vast space and you admired the large paintings adorning the walls displayed in gold frames.

“Wow,” you breathe.

“We’re in the balcony but I assume you’d like to take the stairs instead of the elevator?” he asks.

“Yes! This place is so cool,” you gush and head for the stairs. He catches up in two strides placing his hand on the small of your back. “I feel like we should be wearing ball gowns or something. Well, maybe not you, unless you’d like to of course. Doesn’t it remind you of the Victorian age or something? This would be a great place to have a Bridgerton themed party.”

“You’re right, Sugar, it would. Does that mean you and I would be the Duke and Duchess?”

You turn your head at him in surprise.

“You know what Bridgerton is?”

“It’s my guilty pleasure show, don’t you dare share that with the members of my team. I have a reputation to uphold,” he winks.

“I feel so underdressed,” you stop at the top of the stairs to gaze at one of the paintings.

It’s a portrait of a woman sitting poised with her hands placed delicately in her lap, a soft timid smile on her face. There’s a description of her name and that she was the owner of the ballroom and hall.

“Her name was Florence Cash,” you tell Jake.

“She built this for her husband, they loved going to plays and concerts together. When he went off to fight in the Civil War down south he went missing in action and she didn’t believe he was dead so she held music here every night in hopes he’d hear it and come home to her.”

“Did he come home?” you whisper, tearing your eyes from her portrait to look at Jake.

“No, he didn’t. Some of the performers claim to see them dancing together onstage by the ghost light. At night, they play their song ‘Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming’ so they’ll be together forever.”

“That’s such a lovely and sad story,” you frown. “What was his name?”

“Jack. She did remarry but only so that her children would keep the ballroom and they did. His painting is over there,” he angles your body around so you can see a large painting of a man in a Union uniform.

“So they’re always facing each other,” you mutter and shiver at the intimacy of the story. “I love this place.”

“I thought you might. Let’s get to our seats, yeah?”

You nod and let him guide you to the curtains where an usher is standing. He walks you to the balcony seats and you’re surprised to see only two chairs. It will only be you and Jake but what really makes you gasp is the view of the stage below.

There has to be a thousand and more candles lit and placed throughout the whole area casting it in a wondrous golden glow. A grand piano is center stage with a cello and violins set in front of chairs on either side of it. Near the back of the stage is a lift of bleachers and music stands.

“Would you like some wine, Sugar?” Jake asks behind you.

“Sure.”

You feel like you’re in a dream with how beautiful this place is, especially when you look up and see the largest chandelier yet. The crystals sparkled and shimmered from the glow of the candles, you’re so overcome with the grandeur you drop into the velveted seat trying to take it all in.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks taking the seat next to you.

“It’s wonderful,” you shake your head in disbelief. “It’s like a dream.”

The usher brings your glasses of wine and more people file into their seats. A murmur of conversation buzzes until the curtains to all the entrances are closed and the murmur moves to a silent hush. The performers come onstage and then one of the singers picks up the microphone.

“Welcome, ladies and gentleman to the Cash Theater. Tonight is a very special night as it is the anniversary of Jack and Florence Cash. We will be playing a collection of their favorite pieces ending with a lament. Enjoy.”

As soon as the instruments start to play you hold your breath. The songs are telling a story of what you’d like to believe is Jack and Florence’s. It paints a picture of dances and calling cards, picnics in the grass and love letters sent from the lines of war.

The singing leaves your body tingling the whole time, and tears prick your eyes when they sing a song of being on a journey home. The song following that is the one Jake told you about on the stairs, and it was sung by a quartet of men. It made you think of how Florence must have dreamt of her love coming home but in the end he never did.

Their voices echoed into the rafters beautifully. You were transfixed and transported to a different time thanks to the atmosphere of the theater and of the candles. The last song was “Wayfaring Stranger” and the woman’s voice was so chilling and tragically beautiful that you couldn’t help the tears that rolled down your cheeks. Jake reached over and took your hand giving you two squeezes. You tore your eyes away from the sad song to look at him and of course, he was already staring at you.

His thumb rubs soft circles on the back of your hand, you can see that storm again in his eyes lit up from the candles. Was the song reminding him of something? The cacophonous applause makes you jump and you lift your other hand to wipe the tears from your face. Jake beats you to it, his warm thumb swiping over the apple of your cheeks.

The curtains to your balcony are pushed open, drowning you in light and bringing you back to the present day. The time warp is gone but Jake still holds your hand as he ushers you from your seats.

You’re both quiet when you exit the theater and get into his truck. Your mind is still thinking of what you experienced and how much you loved it. How did he know you would like this? He seems to know you better than anyone which is strange considering the amount of time you’ve known each other. He takes you to a snazzy bar a few blocks away and he’s still quiet as you take a seat at a table near the back.

He orders you a wine and a bourbon for himself, leaning back in his chair with one arm on the back of it, staring at you. Is he thinking of the moment you had in the theater? How nice his hand felt in yours?

“What are you thinking about?” you finally ask to break the silence.

“I’m thinking of your door,” he replies simply.

“My door?” That leaves you puzzled, clearly he didn’t feel what you felt then…

“I didn’t realize how unsafe you were.”

“Jake,” you roll your eyes, “it’s really fine. I’ve lived there for years.”

“That doesn’t make it safe, y/n. For you or your grandma once she’s out of the hospital. It needs to be fixed.”

“Are you going to buy me a new door?” you tease snickering.

“No. That’s only a temporary fix for a long-term problem.”

“Well then…” you shrug at a loss.

He’s still staring at you as he takes a sharp drink of his bourbon, finishing it off in two gulps. His gaze is intense again, leaving you feeling self-conscious but also curious as to what he’s thinking about now.

“I can’t think of a long-term fix,” you try to get him speaking again.

“I do.”

“Okay, what is it?” you lift your wine glass to your mouth.

“Move in with me.”

You gasp before the wine touches your lips.

#jake seresin writing #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #an arrangement #an arrangement series #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin au #jake hangman au

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moonlightdancer26 · 5 months

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I'm an ex-marauders fan at this point, but haven't yet worked up the nerve to leave :( Wish me luck.

The marauders fandom promises acceptance and tolerance and lighthearted fun, but as soon as Severus comes up, the previously rosy atmosphere turns downright ugly. I've seen so many marauders fans posting or reblogging about how “your trauma is valid”, how “intentions don’t matter if you hurt someone”, and how “apologies don’t count if they’re coupled with an excuse”… who also go out of their way to justify the ‘prank’ because Sirius didn’t /mean/ to almost kill Snape, and how it’s really all Snape’s fault, and why can’t he get over it already since the marauders clearly became better people (even though Snape never received any kind of apology or any indication that they regretted their behavior)?

And these posts live side by side on their dash? Idk just needed to vent as i figure out where to go next in this fandom (or maybe another one altogether)...

WTF THIS ASK WAS FROM SEPTEMBER 😭😭 I’M SO SORRY I SWEAR I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO ANSWER YOUR ASK BUT I GOT TOO BUSY AND ALWAYS POSTPONED IT 😭

Anyway, I totally wish you luck anon. It’s hard switching fandoms and building up the courage to “move to the other side,” but I can tell you that it is 100% worth it when you realise how much the Snapedom differs from the Marauders fandom! As someone who’s been in the fandom for many years, seen what both sides are like, and has a bunch of friends (both online and irl) who don’t always share the same opinion, I can safely say that we are generally far more accepting of different opinions than the Marauders fandom. We tend to steer clear of them because they’re.. very persistent about their opinions and find it amusing to purposefully mistag their anti-Snape posts or to scroll through pro-Snape/anti-Marauders tags and attack the posters. But if you’re not like that and you can accept not always agreeing with friends or fandom members, then we’ll welcome you with open arms <3

And honestly I agree, I’ve seen Marauder stans make excellent and detailed analyses of their favourite characters and articulate their arguments greatly. But then all that reading comprehension shoots out the window when it comes to Snape, and you suddenly see them brush him off as nothing more than a “obsessed incel nazi” and call it a day. I’ve seen similar things happen with Snape fans as well, and I completely understand how you feel.

All I can say is: Just leave the Marauders fandom. Either announce it with a post and say that you no longer wish to be in the Marauders fandom or want to switch to the Snape fandom. Or if you want, you can create another blog altogether. The important thing is that you do it now and get it over with, because simply reading your ask and knowing how it’s negatively affecting you really upsets me. This ask was sent around 2 months ago, so I hope that by now you’ve done something about it, but if you haven’t, this is what I think about the whole situation. I wish you the best ❤️❤️ and if you, or anyone else who’s struggling with anything similar, want to DM me and talk about this, don’t hesitate to do so.

#anti marauders fandom #anti toxic fandoms #anti marauderfen #anti marauder stans #anti snaters #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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midnightsun-if · 5 months

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Sorry if this sounds rude, but I have some things I need to get off my chest. Frankly, the whole Scarlett situation kind of sucks, and the way you’re handling things is not exactly helping matters. I get you have a specific vision for her character, and as a fellow author I would never suggest you compromise that to appease a bunch of sexist, entitled fans, but you’ve given so much attention to her character that it honestly comes as no surprise that people wouldn’t respect her sexuality, as bad as that is to say.

I’ve personally sent numerous asks in the past, and you haven’t answered a single one, so either you’re intentionally ignoring them, or tumblr ate them. If it’s the later, then I’m sorry for accusing you. You’re obviously not under any obligation to answer asks you don’t want to, but I admit it does sting a bit to see Scarlet Ask #523759690 on my feed when I have yet to see a single one of mine. You may not think you have a favorite character, but from an outside perspective, you 100% do.

The amount of attention Scarlett receives compared to the rest of the cast (seriously, when was the last time Caden got an ask dedicated to them?) is truly astounding. Fans will naturally have their favorites, but as an author you should remain impartial… which you really haven’t. In fact, it seems like you actively encourage the Scarlett attention. It’s like you keep showing off a fancy car that only a few people can actually buy, then get upset when people complain they can’t buy the car as well.

Anyways, I’m sorry for this rant, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. I wish you luck on your writing journey, and hope you have a happy holiday (if you’re in a country that celebrates any upcoming holidays)!

I truly don’t know what to say other than the fact that I haven’t seen your asks and that I’m trying to avoid Scarlett asks when it specifically involves the discourse with her sexuality— which also may contribute to the possibility on why I haven’t seen them, if that’s what they involved— as I mentioned in my one-and-done post about it… I don’t want to keep this as a reoccurring theme on the blog as I know that many people will grow tired of it just like I have.

I answer Scarlett centric asks, barring when I answer scenario asks about the family and/or the ROs, mainly due to the fact that she’s the one people single out— if someone sends me an ask about C, or Blake, or anyone else, I’ll answer it… It just happens to be that Scarlett gets the most asks when it comes to that sort of thing— and those asks are typically much easier/faster to answer than the all-in-one asks— I’d be more than happy to answer singular asks about any number of my characters. And I have in the past when someone sends something in.

All I can truly say? If not being able to romance Scarlett is this big of an issue, and I truly am saying this as nicely as I can… I don’t think Midnight Sun is the right IF for you. I believe I know a couple more IFs with an Ice Queen type RO, or adjacent RO, that may suit you better if you’d like to me share them!

And, I’d just like to make this small point, I get upset, or am starting to, because it’s a point I’ve brought up over and over again— Scarlett isn’t a lesbian to create an inconvenience for the player… She’s a lesbian because it’s part of who she is. Sending me asks saying “I can change her” or “Give us Scarlett and the F!MCs Koda” (among other things) is absolutely abhorrent in the best case scenario. There are 7 other ROs for you to choose from— all of which offer their own unique routes and experiences within Midnight Sun.

Scarlett isn’t changing, I’m standing firm with this. I’m not going to ever change my mind about it— I’m sorry if that upsets anyone, but it’s not something I’m backing down on.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: scarlett voltaire #and if I haven’t answered your singular asks it’s either because I haven’t seen them #or I couldn’t figure out the correct response and decided to come back later…#and forgot 😅#which is my bad #as I typically try to answer them whenever they first arrive due to the fact that they’re relatively simple to answer #and I can send them out quickly (depending on what it is of course)#which means this will also be the last one I’ll be responding to #barring special circumstances

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years

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Baby Steps

[Chapter 4] First Steps

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“Fuck-” You get up from the bed and run to the bathroom. This is your every morning now. Hopefully it’ll end when your first trimester ends. In four weeks.

A week after your ultrasound, Satoru calls daily to check up on how you’re doing. It’s so clear how excited he is… Or at least worried about everything. You hope he shares the same feelings as you.

You’re mainly worried about how your life will turn out, how you’ll be able to balance everything. Working, studying, and being a mother. But you’re also so excited. You’ve always wanted to be a mother. And although it isn’t the best time of your life to have a baby, you’re still excited.

Although that excitement doesn’t display in the mornings after you puke your guts out. You’re reasonably groggy, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You always swear you’ll buy some medicine for the morning sickness, but you always forget. Each morning you’re reminded and punished.

There’s a knock on your door, and you look at the time. It’s so early in the morning so you wonder who it is, showing up with no prior notice. You doubt it’s Satoru because you’re sure he’ll call beforehand, plus you’re meeting later today.

You open the door, raising your eyebrows as you look at Kaya. She holds a teddy bear, a big smile on her face as she waves the plush’s arm. “A little gift for my niece or nephew.”

“Kaya…” You say, sadly not too excited. You’ve been keeping in touch with her, but you hadn’t seen each other since she told your secret. Although you aren’t exactly mad at her since you’re now keeping your baby, you can’t help but feel a bit betrayed. “Come in.”

“How have you been doing?” She asks as she enters the apartment. She goes to the couch and puts the teddy bear on the coffee table. You close the door and walk to the living room to sit down beside Kaya.

“I’ve been doing… Good.” You answer. You have some time off before the next semester, but you can’t say you’re doing so well when each morning you puke your guts out and anything that smells too strong makes you run to the bathroom.

“You’re eight weeks along, right?” She asks and you nod in response. “So you’ll be having a cancer baby.”

“A what?” Your eyes widen. She realizes how wrong that sounds, and is quick to apologize.

“Sorry. Like the zodiac sign.” She clarifies. “Have you done some shopping? What are your plans for the day? Maybe we can go out shopping.”

“I haven’t really gone out shopping. But today I’m going out with Satoru to look at places to move.” You share, and her eyes widen, sparkling knowing the questions she has to ask next. She’s been wondering, but asking over text isn’t the most appropriate thing.

“How is he? What is he going to do? You never told me any details.” She begins, and you sigh. You stand up and walk to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

“He’s fine.” You keep the answer vague. You don’t want to share any details. You’re not in the greatest mood for talking either. “How’s Daisuke?”

“He’s… I’m not sure.” She says. She stands up and walks over to the kitchen to be closer to you.

“Why? You two are usually all over each other.” You tell her, and a sigh escapes her lips. She bites the inside of her cheek, debating about telling you. She decides it’s not worth it, it’ll be resolved eventually she just has to give it some time.

“How has morning sickness been treating you?” She changes the topic. “Have you bought something to treat it?”

“Not yet. I always forget.” You answer.

“I can buy some for you.” She offers, but you shake your head.

“It’s fine, I’ll ask Satoru later to stop at a pharmacy.”

“Satoru… You should’ve sent me a text so I could meet you at your car.” You tell the man. He smiles at you, holding a box of chocolates, which you gladly take from his hands.

“I don’t know… I don’t like that. I want to properly greet you.” He says. He walks into the apartment and awkwardly looks around the place as you put the chocolates in your pantry. It’s his first time actually stepping into the place. “Plus I have to make sure you’re wearing the proper attire so our little nugget doesn’t freeze.”

“Little nugget is killing me each morning.” You share as you grab your purse. He raises his eyebrow as you walk over to him. He looks you over, making sure that the coat you have on is appropriate for the weather outside. “Let’s go.”

You both walk out of the apartment and go to his car. He opens the passenger door for you and you get in. You put on your seatbelt as he gets in the driver’s side. Instead of beginning the drive to your first stop, he reaches into the backseat.

“While out shopping I saw this pacifier and I couldn’t resist.” He confesses as he gives you the item. You look at the giraffe pacifier. Your heart melts at the thought of your baby with it. You don’t say anything, instead you just smile. He notices the smile, causing him to smile as well.

He begins to drive, and it’s quiet for a couple of minutes while you get comfortable. You just stare at the pacifier. You look at Satoru, studying what you can see about him. At least you know that your baby won’t be ugly.

“How’s work going?” You ask.

“It’s… Good.” He answers. He doesn’t want to get into details so it’s best just to say good. “How about you? You work, right?”

“I do. Work is good.” You respond.

“Have you thought about quitting?” He questions, and you can’t help but raise your eyebrows. Quitting? Not really. You wouldn’t be able to support yourself.

“Not really, why?” You reply.

“I’m willing to pay for everything and give you an allowance. I just want my little nugget to be alright.” He offers, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You think about it, but at the moment you can’t give the man an answer.

The rest of the ride is quiet. The moment you think of your next question, the man parks outside an apartment building.

After looking at many apartments, you’re still left unconvinced. None of them seem good enough to have a baby in. And now Satoru sits across from you at a fast food restaurant, watching as you eat the fries.

“There’s one more apartment around here… But I’m not sure you’ll like it.” Satoru says before he steals one of your fries. You glare at him, even though he bought the food. He refused to get anything and now he dares to eat some of your food?

“Maybe we can look at two bedrooms… I was thinking about it this week, and maybe a spare bedroom would be useful.” You begin, watching as he takes another one of your fries. You’re tempted to slap his hand, but you manage to control yourself. “Plus, I’m sure you’ll be staying over a lot. You’ll need your own place.”

“How about a three bedroom?” He suggests. “I’m paying for everything, of course.”

“Why a three bedroom?” You question. “We’ll be moving to a house eventually, for now a two bedroom would do.”

“I know but… Wouldn’t it be fun to decorate a nursery?” He asks, which takes you a bit back. You hadn’t really thought about that. You had been thinking of just having the crib in your bedroom, and although you’ve always thought of decorating a nursery while pregnant, it hadn’t come to your mind. Because your pregnancy isn’t one that was planned, so solving everything has been on your mind. Everything that has to be done. The cost of having a baby. So you haven’t been thinking about a nursery.

“It would be.” You smile. You continue eating, and he continues stealing your fries.

“So… Do you have parents?” Satoru asks, which feels beyond awkward to ask now that you’re pregnant with his child. This should’ve been done before you two even thought about having sex. You nod in response. “Do they know about your pregnancy?”

“Not yet…” You answer. You’ve been putting it off. You want to tell them in person. “I’m going home next week, I’ll tell them then.”

“I can go with you if you want… We’re going to meet anyway considering I’ll be active in nugget’s life.” He offers, and you nod in response. He has to meet them, and you hope they’ll be less harsher if Satoru is right there.

“How about your parents, Satoru?” You question, and the man sighs. “We don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll tell them… Although they’re not really active in my life. They weren’t with me much while growing up.” He replies. “But I guess we can share the news with them. Although I want to tell them after we tell your parents.”

“Fine by me.” You respond. The man continues eating the fries, and you furrow your eyebrow. “If you want I can get you some food.”

“I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head.

“Well I am. Carrying a baby is not easy.” You say, taking your fries and making them hard to reach. Satoru chuckles, an apology leaving his lips. He hadn’t realized how annoyed you were.

“Did you know that the baby is the size of a kidney bean?” He brings up, and you tilt your head before shaking your head. The corner of your lips turn upwards.

“No… That’s nice to know though. Thank you for the information.”

“Sorry if that sounds weird. I’ve been researching.” He confesses. You sigh, feeling incompetent because you haven’t really bothered to research much about your pregnancy. You can’t even get simple medicine for your morning sickness. It’s just all so… New.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. He raises his brow, wondering what you could possibly be sorry for. “I should’ve told you… Or well, tried to tell you on my own terms. You only found out because Kaya slipped up and told her little boyfriend. I just didn’t think you’d want the baby so I refused to tell you.”

“Oh… Why did you think I wouldn’t want to keep the baby?” He questions, and you sigh.

“Because the morning after you told me it was a mistake, so why would you want to keep a baby that’s a mistake?” You tell him, and the man sighs. That brings up so much. “But I’m glad that you’re so happy about nugget.”

“I’m sorry for… Being such an asshole the morning after.” His voice is low, and you feel the need to change the topic. You’re apartment hunting, and you still have to continue looking for your next place so you can’t afford to ruin the mood.

“Let’s get going.” You stand up, picking up your tray of food. He steps up and follows behind.

You get to the car, and before Satoru starts the car, he reaches into the backseat once again. You wonder what it is this time. The man takes off his shades as he grabs the item. He puts the item on the console of the car, and you swear you’ll cry.

“I found…” He begins, he looks at you. You look at him for a minute or so, admiring the eyes that you rarely see. “I found some of my old baby stuff, and I found a pair of my baby shoes. And I want my baby to have these.”

“They’re so cute, Satoru.” You hold back tears. You don’t understand. It’s the pregnancy that makes you sentimental. He’s so happy, it makes you jealous. Not an ounce of worry seems to consume his mind. While you’re mostly worried about everything. How it’ll all turn out.

“So when are we going to your parents’ house? I need to know so I can request to take those days off.” He asks as he begins driving. You inspect the baby shoes that your baby will wear eventually.

“I’ll be leaving on Friday and spend an entire week there.” You inform him.

“Alright then. I’ll be leaving with you on Friday.”

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buckyalpine · 8 months

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actually crying rn cause I want to write but can’t and idk what to do 🥲 I want to post something, at least finish one draft instead of constantly saving it but brain no working. Not even a little bit. I have 101 ideas but they’re just not translating and it’s the most frustrating thing ever, I’m so so sorry if you’ve sent me a request in the past year and I still haven’t gotten to it. Fully intended on finishing them all and yet 😭 i feel awful because I know how it feels to be excited to see your ask answered or when you hoped to see it posted soon, I promise I didn’t just ignore it or delete it. They’re all precious to me and still are even if it’s taking a little longer than anticipated, till then just know how much I adore you

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random-writing-panda · 10 months

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||•~Old Flames Part 3~•||

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x reader

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, harassment

Word count: 2.1k

Part 1, Part 2

It’s here part 3! I’ve been so busy with work this week I am absolutely exhausted! I'm so sorry for the wait on this one! I am trying to train myself to find writing a relaxing/de-stress task but I’m not quite there yet so its still taking a bit to get motivated to write. Thank you all so so much for the support and love I’m so excited and happy that people are enjoying my writing. Thank you to all the people who asked to be tagged!

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After your argument with Red Hood you start avoiding Jason like the plague and during this time you get closer with the mysterious stranger at work. Will Jason try to win you back or lose you forever?

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You had been miserable the last week. You were second guessing every decision you had made, had you over reacted? Maybe he would have told you eventually? No, he should have told you as soon as he found you. You couldn’t back down now. If he wanted you in his life he could come back on his hands and knees with some answers, any answers really.

The turmoil inside you was showing on your body in very noticeable ways, dark circles framed your eyes from restless nights, you hadn’t been eating well and your skin looked dull. You truly couldn’t care less about what you looked like you were trying to stay calm over the fact that you had just sent your best friend away, potentially forever, because of a moment of anger, you had to keep reminding yourself you deserved better than his lies, it didn’t make it any easier.

Work was surprisingly the only thing getting you through, at least here you could keep busy, chit chat with the old ladies that came in for their tea and coffee, you could ignore the stabbing feeling in your heart for the hours you were running around the store.

“Well, you look just about as crappy as I feel.” You look up from the benchtop you were wiping down and saw the handsome man from a few weeks ago, you recognised the same gorgeous green eyes, he was right, they looked as tired as yours did.

“Having a rough week?” You let out a small chuckle at his exasperated sigh.

“You have no idea.” He stepped up to the bench leaning against it with his hip.

“Same as last time?”

This made him smile and there was a glint of mischief in his tired eyes, “You remember my order? Already?” He nods, confirmation of his order.

“You are a memorable person.” You shrugged and started brewing his coffee. “You know you still haven’t given me your name, I feel like I’m at a disadvantage!” you teased as your hand moved over your name tag.

“I don’t need that to remember your name darling, you’re quite memorable yourself. Plus, no Name just adds to my mysterious charm don’t you think?”

“Cute.” You look at him with one eyebrow raised. “But a name would be helpful, what am I supposed to put on the cup?” you joke with him almost effortlessly it felt like talking with an old friend it felt natural. It felt right.

“Fine if you need a name so bad,” he smirks, “its Ronaldo Fitzgerald”.

You roll your eyes and turn the cup to him, “Don’t know if that will fit on the cup.”

“mm” He hums in agreement nodding his head, “Well if you want a different name, you could go on a date with me some time.”

Your eyebrows raise and your lip’s part slightly, suddenly your mouth feels a little dry. You ponder his request for a moment, he was attractive enough, from the interactions you’ve had you seemed to get along pretty well. But it was still Gotham, you had to be careful. “Well, my shift finishes in a few minutes, if you stick around we can have some drinks and a little food?” you looked over to the wall, it truly had been great timing, five minutes left.

He smiled, a genuine smile, not a half smile, not his smirk, just a smile. “That sounds perfect darling, I’ll go take a seat.”

He walked over to a table while you had a quick chat with your coworker who was taking over. You quickly pack your belongings into your bag and make your way over to the table.

“I believe you owe me a name Mr..?”

“Oh, but does this count as a date?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“This is more like two friends having afternoon tea, not really romantic.”

“Is this you asking for a second date? Already? Better be careful, might start thinking you like me.” You laugh a little as your coworker places your favourite drink down on the table and you nod and thank them.

“of course, I like you.”

That took you by shock. “Why? You don’t even know me yet.”

“Well, I like what I’ve seen so far, and I’m sure I will like everything else.” There was such sincerity in his eyes it made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

“You said that I look as bad as you feel, what’s happening in your life Mr mysterious?”

He leant back in the chair his arms up resting his head back into his knotted hands. “I kinda did something stupid and really upset a friend of mine…” his tone had an amused cadence to it but his physicality showed something closer to embarrassment, his relaxed posture turning ridged and a slight blush creeping onto his face, his eyes were glued to the ground.

“How badly did you fuck up?” you were curious, intrigued by how similar your situations had turned out to be, sipping your drink you watch him lift his head and press his lips together as they formed a thin line, and he almost pouted at you, he looked like a child being scolded.

“Pretty bad…I think I might have ruined our friendship.” He looked back down to the floor, and you watch him sigh deeply, “It was so stupid too I don’t know why I didn’t just talk to them…”

“Well how long have you been friends?”

“Ah-…that’s…also complicated.” He grimaced.

“You seem like a very complicated man.” A small chuckle escapes you.

“You have no idea. Anyhow, we were friends, honestly more like family since we were little kids but when I got a bit older things got…”

“Complicated?”

You see his body jerk a little and hear a quick exhale as he tried not to laugh. “Yeah, we ended up getting closer again but then I did this stupid thing and I think I lost them…”

“Well, I don’t know what you did but if I were the friend id just want you to apologise and explain the situation.” Were you projecting? Maybe? Was it still good advice? You hoped so.

He ran his finger across the back of his neck and rubbed at it sheepishly. “Yeah, I just haven’t had the guts to face them yet, they were always pretty scary.”

This made you laugh; a full-blown belly laugh that shook your entire body, the man in front of you looked like a body builder, was six feet tall, and was decked out in a leather jacket, everything about him screamed intimidating but here he sat scared to face his friend. You felt a little bad laughing at his expense, but it was all too adorable not too. After a few moments you hear his light chuckles.

“Yeah, I suppose it sounds a little silly.”

“No, no I’m sorry, it’s just, you,” You waved your hands in front of you gesturing at his entire body. “Being scared of someone is hard to imagine. In all seriousness though you should just go talk to them, the longer you wait the worse it will be.”

“Yeah, I know you’re right. Ill talk to them.” He looked at you with those eyes, those gorgeous eyes that reminded you of some lost fondness like remembering a childhood pet, and they were filled with determination.

The two of you spent the better part of an hour chatting before exchanging numbers and parting ways, you were so glad you accepted his offer it was the best date you had been on in a long time. As you looked down at your phone now holding his contact information you realised, he still hadn’t given you his name.

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After listening about how you mystery man was going to fix his issues with his friend you felt a heaviness overcome you, there were so many emotions mixed inside you, you felt as though you could drown in them, you were angry that he was going to fix his situation but Jason couldn’t come fix yours, you felt so much guilt about being angry but more than anything you were still just sad, you missed Jason perhaps more than when you thought he was dead.

You had to do something to distract yourself, so you made your way to your favourite bar. You are about five drinks in when the bartender pipes up starting to chat with you.

“Anymore and you might drown.” He teased.

“Thatss the point!” you hadn’t realised how tipsy you were getting but your slurred words gave you some clarity, part of you knew you should stop, leave and go back to home to sleep off the emotions but the other part of you won, the part that was filled with emotions and tears and Jason, the part of you that you wanted to drown out.

“Drinking your problems won’t fix em’”.

“No but it’ll make me forget them!” you happily chirped as you took another drink.

The bartender sighed and walked away. You sat at the bar and continued nursing drinks for a few hours and as you walked out of the bar you cursed yourself out, it was hard for you to walk straight and it felt like the sidewalk was spinning like a carousel, you placed a palm on the building next to you and dragged you hand over the cool bricks and cement trying to steady yourself.

You only make it a few blocks when you hear whistles and footsteps, a group of men cross the street, their eyes set on you, you beg your brain to move your feet faster and they do but in your intoxicated state you end up stumbling over your own feet.

“Hey sweetheart what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ out so late?” one of the men shout from behind you and you can hear the others snickering.

You push yourself off the wall and start walking again, the throbbing in your temples was not helping you see straight.

“Hey! it’s not nice to ignore people little lady!” one of the men grabs you shoulder spinning you around to face them.

“I’m..jusst trying to go…home..” you stutter out and try to pull away.

“Why go home when you can have some fun with us darling?” the look on his face was downright malicious.

“Don’t call me that! jusst want to go home…please leave.” You were scared now the throbbing had turned to pounding now and there was so much pressure on your brain you thought your head might explode, this wasn’t safe but there was no way for you to get away from this.

“The lady wants to go home so why don’t you unhand her?” a new voice chimed in, it was one you recognised and as the group of men turned you saw the mystery man from the café, your date.

“How about you keep moving and mind your business, man.” One of the men stepped towards him, ready to, wanting to fight.

“Oh, you really don’t want to do that.” you café date was smirking as he shifted his stance ready to fight.

Before you knew it punches were being thrown and you were tossed to the floor by the man holding you, it didn’t help with the spinning. It was hard for you to focus on the fight all you knew was that the was a lot of cursing and groans, you catch glimpses through you spinning vision and it looks like the group of men were losing, it was incredible, a few were on the floor covered in blood and you watched as your date landed a hit right into one mans jaw, you swear you heard a crunch of broken bones. After an agonising few minutes your date was the last one standing, they had gotten a few hits in, his busted lip and bruises were already prominent as he walked over to you.

“What are you doing here…?” you slurred out as he pulled you up into his arms. “Stalking me…”

“More like saving you.” He softly grabbed you chin and moved you face left and right checking for any injuries. “Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head before you realised how bad of a decision that was the movement sends the world spinning again and you rest your forehead on his chest groaning loudly.

“Okay come on Darling lets get you home, where do you live?” when you didn’t respond he looked down and saw your closed eyes. “Oh god seriously? Fuck, fine come on then.” He groans and pulls you up into his arms as he carries you down the streets one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other tucked under your knees as he pulled you close to his chest.

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justwritingscenarios · 10 months

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I genuinely cant remember if I sent this request or not, I typed it cant remember if i pressed ask, if I did ignore this!

Scenario 109 with a gender neutral reader who is Robin's sibling while also being sabo's assistant! Robin is just talking to them and noticed how much sabo kept an eye on them? or the other way around! and she teased him about it. (doesn't have to be robins sibling!)

Hi! FIRST You did send it but here I have more information so it's better for me to answer your request. SECOND I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY, between work and blank page syndrom I started over three time !! I hope you like it ! - Lara

Scenario 40 : Robin notices all of your discreet glances for Sabo/the way you look at Sabo (Robin POV)

Sabo x GN!Reader // Words : 1.4K // No warnings (no beta reader), mostly canon.

Even if she never showed it, Robin was grateful the revolutionaries helped her leave Tequila Wolf and took her with them to their main secret base. When it happened, she was careful and wary – old habits die hard – but it changed the moment her eyes met yours.

About twenty years ago, when her native island was blown up by the government, Robin was researched, and she couldn’t take care of the last thing she loved and was left of her past life: you. You were just an innocent toddler, unknown of the government, so she took the hard decision to let you to an orphanage. A few years after she came back to meet you, she did a few times until she got compromised and had to disappear again. Only this time, you knew she was still alive and were determined to find her.

It wasn’t in your plan to meet Sabo, to befriend him nor to become his right hand in the Revolutionary Army. However, their purpose and fights were close to yours, and you knew it would help you in the research of your sister. Only Sabo and Dragon were aware of your goal and identity and neither of them ever objected with it if your job was done.

Over the years, information about Robin were hard to find until the day she met and joined the Strawhat crew.

“Sabo, look at it! It’s her!” You showed him the cover of the newspaper about the Strawhats and Robin’s name being included.

“Do you want to go meet her? We could make it to her if you’d like.” Sabo sat beside you and leant on you, so your arms are fully pressed against each other. You turned your head to him, eyebrows raised. “What?”

“I didn’t think you would be proposing something like this. We have so much work to be done…” You pouted a bit as you watched the newspaper again. “We don’t even know where they’re going next. Let’s wait until they reach the Archipelago of Sabaody and met them at the Fish-man Island?”

“Sounds clever to me.” He watched the article too then you. “You seem concerned.”

“Concerned of?”

“Meeting her after all this time. I mean, you haven’t had any contact with her for what? Ten years?”

“Actually, eight.”

“My point is everything’s gonna be alright. She did all of this to protect you so she must love you more than anything.” The blond boy gave you a push with his shoulder which made you smile.

“I guess she did.” You gave him a push back. “How would you react if you discover a long-lost sibling?”

“I would I know? I’m an only child.” The both of you laughed.

“Robin...Robin!”

You didn’t expect to see her after everything that happened… You learnt about how her crew was forcefully split up by you had no clue about the direction she took. She seemed fine for the most part yet very distrustful. But her body language relaxed when she heard you.

“(Name)? Is that you?” It was like she forgot everything else. Robin walked straight to you. She hesitated a bit but eventually took your face in her hands. “You’ve grown up so much…” Her eyes were watery just like yours, but you couldn’t see her tears fell that she took you in her arms. “I missed you so much, (Name)…”

“I missed you too, Robin…”

But all the news weren’t as good as Robin’s return in your life. While your relationship with your sister was flourishing, the one with Sabo wasn’t sunny.

Not that you quarrelled or anything, but your best friend remembered his lost memory and Ace’s death and Luffy’s near death experience were a shock for him. You were there when he reminded, you could still remember the feeling of your heart breaking in pieces over Sabo’s cries. “How would you react if you discover a long-lost sibling?” You remembered asking him this a few months ago and felt stupid.

“Sabo? Can I come in?”

It’s been like this for days. Sabo spend most of his days locked up in his room without giving you an answer. Just like the former times, you let the warm drink you prepared him before his door and left.

“I don’t know what to do to help him getting better.”

“What makes you think you have to do something?”

“Because he is my best friend obviously.”

“It that so.”

Robin was sitting on her bed, reading, when you came in. You had laid with her, putting your head on her thighs. She didn’t complain and even started brushing your hair with her fingers, her book abandoned next to her. It was just a few days, but it felt like you’ve known each other for more than that. Maybe it was the special link between siblings…

Maybe it was the reason why Robin saw what you have been hiding so well.

Maybe it was the reason why she knew what you felt for the blond revolutionary boy.

“I am sure you’ll be the first one to know when he feels ready to come out again.”

“How can you be so sure about it?”

“I just know.”

Even thought Robin didn’t get to see Sabo a lot since her arrival, she saw and heard things. She noticed the small ‘thank you for the drink/the food” or even the flower he left on your door on the rare time he went out. She saw a few pictures of the team here and there and how you were never without each other on every of them. She heard about your successful missions together, how you couldn’t stay apart for more than a day. It made it clearer to understand the sorrow in your eyes when you walked by his door.

He was your best friend, yet you felt so much more for him. You loved him.

She wasn’t sure about Sabo’s feelings until a night she saw something she shouldn’t have.

It was nighttime. The night shift was keeping an eye open while the rest of the revolutionaries present on the base were resting in the quarters. You were alone in the canteen, cooling down from a long day training with Robin, Dragon and Koala and reading the last newspaper over an infusion.

The door of the canteen opened before you. You expected Koala or maybe Dragon – the man would often come for a coffee, even at night – but it was Sabo. He just came closer, silently. He sat astride on the bench and put his forehead on your shoulder.

You didn’t say a word. You felt like it was the best thing to do.

You had noticed how Sabo’s face was pale and had drawn features by the tiredness. He mustn’t have slept a lot lately. His beautiful curls were even messier than usual, and he had his blanket covering his back just like a cape would.

Then he straightened and looked at you.

“Thank you.” His voice was low, but you heard it. You shocked your head, features confused. “Thank you for waiting for me to be ready.” His voice cracked a bit. The cries must have broken it.

“Oh… Are you sure you’re ready? You can take your time. I’ll wait for you as long as you need, you know.”

“Actually, there’s one last thing I’d like to do before moving on.” You kept silence, waiting for him to tell. “I’d like to… pay a visit to Ace. To his final resting place. And I’d like for you to come with me. If you agree.”

“Of course. You know I’d follow you everywhere. I won’t let you go anywhere without me.” You lifted your hand to push back a strand of blond lock falling in his eyes. “You won’t get ride of me so easily.”

For the first time in days, you heard Sabo’s laugh.

“I don’t plan on getting ride of you. Never.” It was his turn to push back your hair but to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Then? When are we leaving?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Just as Dragon was found of coffee at night, Robin was about tea. And she didn’t miss a thing about what happened in the canteen that night. It was cute. Just like the small note you left on her bed telling you would be back in a few days. Just like the pure, sincere, and oblivious love Sabo and you had for each other.

Well, she had two years ahead of her to make it obvious.

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the-cheapskateler-show · 5 months

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“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a very important message…”

((Everything beyond this point is out of character!!))

Hello everyone, Cheapmod here! Many of you reading this probably have not met me, so hello! Nice to meet you! 👋 You can call me Py if you’d like!

Right off the bat, I just want to make sure nobody worries since this post got kinda long. Here’s the gist of it!: Cheap’s blog is going to be continuing! It has not ended, and it won’t be for some time. I want to thank you all for sticking around and giving this blog so much love, and I encourage you to seek out additional askblogs you would enjoy cause there are many out there to love!

Okay with that out of the way, some further context for that and other things I just wanted to take the chance to say while I’m speaking out of character.

First, Im so sorry to anybody who’s been worried about Cheap, the state of this blog or me. I promise, we are both okay and this blog is continuing!

I just took an unanounced break from ALL my projects to focus on approaching art and writing more healthily. I was on break for longer than I thought I might be but I have not stopped thinking of Cheap and all of you out there. I am planning on returning to bring Cheap back to everyone soon! As a heads up, I will be experimenting more with the art style for this blog just to see if I can make things a little more quick and fun for myself!

As for the esteemed host of the show, Cheap is doing just fine! Nothing has happened to him since the last update. I would like to note that the real life passage of time will not always affect him. I will need to take breaks like this every now and then for my own sake and other priorities. If that happens, we will generally pick up right where we left off! I’ve also got many fun and interesting things planned for this blog, so I couldn’t possibly stay away for too long!

Now for something very important…you guys!!

I cannot thank you all enough for the incredible reception Cheap has recieved!! It means so much more to me than I can possibly express in words and seeing every last bit of it has really warmed my heart 🥺 Thats why its very important that I come back and make sure all the wonderful questions, comments and compliments you’ve sent in are responded to and addressed in time!!

As WELL I am so delighted that I have been seeing some incredible pieces of fanart from you guys!!!! I REALLY want to thank you each individually as i have been doing so far!! The reason I haven’t said anything yet about any fanart is because I want to give each one the dedicated attention it deserves!!! And that will be coming soon and coming first with the continuation of the little intermission we started on for giving these works a highlight!

All fanmade creations will be tagged as: #viewer-art-showcase! and I encourage everyone to check out the pieces there and especially the artists behind them!! I will be providing a link to this tag for easy access in blog description soon after this post goes up.

Another thing I’d like to mention before I wrap up here is I am posting this on an significant day for Cheap! On this day, Nov. 26th 11 years ago, I started Cheap’s first blog! With some hiatuses and pauses in-between, Cheap will have been around for 11 years. I can hardly believe it! I’m very happy to be running his blog again with this little revival here and Im so happy I made a character who has had a chance to develop so much and endured as one of my favorite OCs. It is in large part thanks to all the support and attention he’s received through all these years across all his blogs that I bring him to you all today and im so grateful to all new and longterm fans. I hope you will all continue to enjoy Cheap’s shenanigans as much as I do! Thank you!!

Lastly, I just want to encourage everyone reading this to check out ANY of the other ask-blogs that Cheap interacts with on here! I realized its not very easy to visit these blogs due to the way i’m answering asks with screenshots, so I will go back and provide @ mentions and links to previous posts.

But better yet, there are SO many awesome askblogs out there to discover well outside his blog so make sure you don’t miss them!! A great place to check out is the #lerkimpails tag for new and returning askblogs! If there are any other newer specific tags for askblogs in use that you know of, feel free to drop those in the replies of this post-im still a bit of a fandom oldie here… heh heh.

There are so many creative askblogs out there to discover and meet and they can all always use more attention and asks. This fandom and even this little corner of it are what they are because of the collective efforts of everyone on this platform inspiring and supporting one another, so be sure to make others feel welcome and appreciated and just go enjoy what they have to offer!!

Thank you everyone for reading this far! I mostly want to leave the hosting on this blog to Cheap, so there wont be many OOC posts like this, unless theres anything i really gotta clarify. Still, you will find me around in the tags now and then for sure. 🦋✨

We will get this show a-rolling again real soon! Hope to see you all then!

Cheapmod-Py

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