#raine whispers your hand in marriage pls

[gojoshooter]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS- make a part 2 for sukuna x hindu bride/wife btw if it isnt obvious i'm in love with ur writing style please like make it as long as you want (but like longer than part 1) srry if this is too much to ask but damn i loved that one coz like no on ...NO ONE has ever written abt it (make it a lil smutty or suggestive pls<3 )

oops anonie, might've gone lil more than "suggestive" 🤭 here's part 1 for new readers!

Sukuna and his Hindu!Bride pt.2

tw. suggestive, oral (f!receiving), reader wears a saree the old way without blouse

It's been a few months into your marriage with the mighty king Ryomen Sukuna, and you've already started yearning for his undivided attention. Although he has never not been immersed and utterly obsessed with his little pretty Hindu!Bride since the first time, you crave being more than just in your busy man's arms at the fall of night.

Today, you peek out to make sure your husband is out of the chambers before you proceed with planning what to wear—and it's not the regular queen atire.

You're dressed in a long gorgeous saree, heavy golden ornaments dazzling head to toes. Sukuna loved watching you captivate him with your traditional elegance.

-

Out of his thrown room after a long day, the king hears the ringing melody of your payal chiming around the royal garden. His brows rise up, Sukuna missed this playful sound around his shrine... it's about to be an interesting night.

Stepping into the loucious garden, he's walking around in the silver moonlight searching for your familiar silhouette with a subtle grin. “Where's my lady?” he drawls while seeking for your trace like a big cat.

Hidden behind a tree, you attempt your best to stop your giggles well known to the fact how sharp Sukuna's senses are. This little game kept your adrenaline high as you peeked your head to look where he is.

Stepping closer, Sukuna smirks standing right behind you, with your head the other direction. He whispers with a smug look on his handsome face “Brat, brat... so playful”. His sudden rough voice causes you a tiny flinch as you turn your head. Your playful almond eyes looking back up at him.

The king pulls you flush to his firm chest, drawing out a soft gasp from her bride. Two ruby-red eyes set on your softer ones as the smaller pair subtly checks you out up and down... demanding answers for what he didn't ask. A lazy huff leaves his chest as one of his big palm starts to caress your features. He can smell your arousal.

Blushing, you attempt to speak “King... my king,” a rough thumb is placed on your plush lips shutting you effectively. With a few more long minutes of him admiring or rather glaring down your adorable shy face, he finally let's go of your smaller body and you step back, flustered.

The king grips the end of your silky long atire, pulling it slowly with one of his large arms. As your saree unwraps your body, the pull makes you stumble back on his strong chest... now leaving you unveiled in front of Ryomen Sukuna like nothing but a flustered little mess.

The view made him grin. His queen, his Hindu!Bride clad in nothing but heavy jewels to cover her from the night's cold breeze. It almost looks like a part of your golden skin. Shivers run down your spine. No matter how many times, he would never fail to make your body feel worshipped like a real deity before pleasuring it.

“Mohini...” (enchantress) he whispers at the sight. Your heart accelerates at his remark, causing your blush to run down your neck.

The king's smirk widens as one palm goes for your heated centre, a mouth splitting open on it's surface as he hoists you up. A soft yelp comes out of you, while he brings you near a tree and holds you still on it's rough trunk. Your soft-as-petal limbs shake and twitch by the sides of his big wet mouth, chanting your king's name. You gasp for more air.

One snap from one of his hands, and small droplets of rain start falling down in the cold night. Watching your drunken eyes widen with wonder, he uses his two spare hands to grip tight on your ankles, pining them spread on the trunk as well. The first arm keeps you balanced up high in front of him while still drinking in all your essence. Sukuna seemed to be high on it's taste.

In the silent moment of intimacy, little sighs leave you as the rainfall soaks both of your bodies with water. Just how much is he capable of, will ever be a mystery to her wife as well.

“You are one seductive woman...” he grumbles next to your ear, sounding as if he hadn't spoken in ages. Skilled tongue on his palm firmly latched to your tender flesh. The dangling jewels on your hair, arms, waist, hips and ankles clinking together on your damp tan skin as your smaller body shook in his grip, creating music mixed with your whimpers of pleasure only for his ears's to listen.

Your arms flew to hug his neck, bringing him closer as you rode your intense high, eyes watering. Head spinned while Sukuna held you close, watching you breathe in and out to calm your heart.

“More...” came a weak voice from your dry throat, his sharp red eyes set on your pinned open body like a fragile butterfly, “Swami”.

His warm mouth latches on the side of your neck, sharp canines tracing their path to your favourite spot making your toes curl in air. The monster king smiles sadistically knowing he is anything but leaving you undisheveled right now in this royal garden...

masterlist !!

an. AAHHHSHSJ true form sukuna *bites fist* thank you anon for your precious words T-T hope this was long? likes & rbs are appreciated!! <3

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[ultralightpoe]

IJUSTSAWYOURRETURNANNOUNCEMENT AND AAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I request Aemond Targaryen with the song Did you Hear the rain by george Ezra? PLS PLS PLS :)

Did You Hear The Rain - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: That was hella quick, but I'm on it! Send in more requests, I'm already loving them!

Word Count: 1638

Warnings: Angry Aemond

Description: Aemond himself is a storm // Did you hear the rain by George Ezra

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Whoa

Why do you treat me so?

Whoa

Why do you treat me so?

Well, you cause me to weep

And you cause me to mourn

You cause me to pack up my bags and leave home

Whoa

Why do you treat me so?

You were such a foolish brat. That was the only thing Aemond could think of as he hurriedly packed his travel pack, ignoring the searing feeling in his chest at your betrayal. 

He needed to get home as soon as possible, ruining any chances for his families alliance with the Baratheons for he would not be marrying one of that mans daughters, not if his brothers message was to be believed. 

‘Y/n has been found with the starks.’

He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. He had told you to just wait until he settled this matter and it would all be fixed. Why couldn’t you just fucking wait? Or maybe he just didn’t listen enough that last night he was with you, hadn’t you told him how afraid you were? Didn’t you tell him that you didn’t trust his family? That you were sure they were conspiring against you?

His chest ached as he threw on one of his riding boots, swiping the stray tear from his eye as he rushes from the room. He would get to you. He had to. 

“They want me to meet with the Baratheons, try and form a marriage alliance with one of his daughters to give us an upper hand in the war.” He whispers, tracing his fingers along your cheek as you refuse to look at him, the tears falling from your eyes stabbing at his heart. 

“So there is to be a war then?” You seethe, the tears beginning to fall faster.

“If they want to keep my brother on the throne then-”

“What of you?” You snap, finally looking at him. “Do you wish your brother to be on the throne?”

“Of course.” He seethes, his body flushing with anger as you stare at him. 

“Aemond. Think about it-” Your hands grab at the leather of his vest, pulling him closer. “My family is of high allegiance to Rhaenyra, they have already announced it. They will not let me marry you if you are in allegiance to your brother, and never mind your mother-”

“What of my mother?!”He snaps, hand grabbing your chin harshly.

“She conspires against me…..against us.”

“They have no say in it-”

“They do. And I fear for my life the second they find out just how much I have given you.” 

Oh, did you hear the thunder

Or the rain?

Means I'm coming home again

Means I'm coming home my friend

Everything. You had given him everything. 

Your heart, your body, your soul, your name. You had given him anything he asked for, and he had wanted to give you anything you needed or wanted. But he hadn’t, instead he followed instructions and went to the Stronghold, ignoring your fears and pleas, ignoring your tears. 

The rain was heavy on the wings of Vhagar, but he was desperate, so he pushed the dragon. Screaming at her to go faster, Move dammit, faster faster FASTER.

The sharp feeling in his chest made it hard to breathe,  the panic hurting his ribs as Vhagar roared under him. 

He silently begged the gods to just wait. Make sure nothing happened before he got there, to keep you safe before he lost you forever. 

Thunder snapped beside him and Vhagar was pushed off the path, Aemonds body whipping off the saddle as he grunts in pain. 

“It will be fine,” He smiles, nudging his nose against your forehead. 

“If you leave it won’t” You seethe, pulling your head back. “So don’t”

Oh, did you steal my name?

Oh, you Jack of all trades

You're the master of none

Oh, the race has begun

I was born a champion

I was born to jump and run

You had both planned it out, wrapped in the sheets of his bed as he kept you close to him, kissing along your spine as you talked about your little fantasy. You had spoken of marrying him, and running off, taking Vhagar and going to see the world. 

You and your lovely knight in shining armor. 

He wanted to give you those things, he needed to give you those things. You would carry his name and his child if there was anything to say about it. 

So he bites down on the pain and pulls himself up, the rain hitting his face sharply as another crack of thunder hits close, but he bared his teeth and yelled another order to Vhagar. 

He was Aemond One Eye, a skilled swordsmen, bloodthirsty. There was nothing and no one that would be able to stand in between him and what he wanted. He would get to you. 

His heart began to beat wildly in his chest. You wanted to marry the stark boy? Aemond would destroy you before you got the chance.

Oh, did you hear the rain?

Oh, the rain, woo

You can try and run and hide

Tearing at the chain

Oh, Lucifer's inside

It was like something was eating at him from the inside out, like a beast was tearing through his own flesh, finally exposed.  A monster releasing itself from the chains Aemond has kept it inside for so long. 

If what he heard was true he would burn everything to the ground.

You would regret this. You would regret him. 

Oh, did your siblings tell you

I was wasting up your time?

Oh, now you're wasting mine

You put me back in line

And I'm counting every link

And I guess you think that's fine

He remembers your sisters telling you to stay away from him, which at the time only seemed to work out in his favor, he remembers their warnings. Stay away, stay away from Aemond the queens monster. 

They had told you that there was no use getting to know him, he would never be yours. They warned you that you would be married to the proper alliance. But you had persisted, and you had fallen in love. 

But now it was him who was worried he had wasted time, he needed you. You were the air he lived and breathed. 

He would tear the place to the ground brick by brick and once he had you everything would be fine. You would run off, and find somewhere quiet, he would go back to normal. 

Oh, did you hear the rain?

Oh, the rain, woo

You can try and run and hide

Tearing at the chain

Oh, Lucifer's inside

Before he knew it the bricks of the Winterfell were coming into sight, and he didn’t give Vhagar a chance to land properly before he was climbing from her and launching to the ground. The stone bites at his feet as he dashes through the keep, snapping at any maid or servant that crosses him.

He was storming into the feast hall, the rain that had been clinging to his skin was beginning to freeze under the Winterfell chill, his jaw tense and fists clenched. 

The hall itself seemed to freeze as he made his way in, all the men standing to attention as his eyes found yours. 

Oh, did I send a shiver

Down your spine?

Well, I do it all the time

It's a little trick of mine

Did I make you shake your knees?

Did I make him spill his wine?

Lord, I'm spreading like disease

Lord, I'm all up in your mind

Oh, Lucifer's inside

Oh, Lucifer's inside

He felt like a demon, like a beast prowling for it’s prey. His eye narrowed in on you and he was proud when he saw you shiver and step back as he stepped forward. He loved making you shiver, and by the time he was done here he would have you shivering at his every touch.

The Stark boy stood with you, knocking over his goblet of wine onto your wedding dress so he could grab your hand tightly, pushing you behind him as most the men in the room pulled out their weapons. 

Aemond didn’t mind the threat, he was craving blood, and the people of Winterfell seemed just as desperate for it. 

“You have five seconds to give me the girl, or I tear this place apart.” Aemond announces, drawing the sword at his belt. 

“I give you my final warning to leave now… Princeling.” Lord Stark calls and Aemond all but sneers. Vhagar roars in the distance and then it begins. 

Oh, did you hear the rain?

Oh, the rain, woo

You can try and run and hide

Tearing at the chain

Means I'm coming home again

Means I'm coming home my friend

Oh, Lucifer's inside

Oh, Lucifer's inside

He couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t think straight. A vision of red filled him as he slashed through men like they were nothing. The beast was out, the beast would kill anything. 

You were screaming by the time he reached you, and he reached to drag you closer. 

“AEMOND NO! PLEASE!” You sob, but he doesn’t listen, pulling you into him as you scream and scratch to get away. He drags you across the now empty hall. Dragging you through the blood and guts strewn on the floor, you struggle, falling into a nasty puddle and staining your hands. “Aemond please please please-”

“Please WHAT?!” He screams.

“Please don’t kill me-” You sob, holding yourself as you try to crawl back. “I’ll do anything- I won’t say a word about this-”

“I am not going to kill you….” He snaps, snatching your hair and pulling you to him. “I’m going to keep you.”

Lucifer's inside

#Aemond #targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen smut #aemond smut #aemond angst #aemond x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon

[dregstrash]

my heart knows (you’re the missing piece)

Summary: It’s the anniversary of Nikolai’s family’s deaths. The weight of his crown has weighed heavier since then. He wonders if he’ll ever find peace. He wonders if he’ll ever feel whole.  

a/n: To my fellow Filipina ( @sanktnikolais​ )I lightly stalked your blog and saw that one of your fave bands is Ben&Ben. So, thank you for introducing me to a new artist, and this little ficlet is supposed to really emulate their song “The Way You Look At Me.” Pls don’t ask me where this fits in canon or think too hard about the fact Zoya would 100% not give into her feelings. Tis but vibes.

AO3

It had started to rain. The heavy drops of it hit Nikolai’s uncovered head. His hair creating pathways for rivers to run down the sides of his face.

Still, Nikolai stood statue-still in front of the dark tombstones.

“Whatever it’s worth,” Nikolai whispered, his words drowning in the sound of the storm. “I hope you are all at rest.”

The names of his mother, his father, his brother stared up at him silently.

It was the anniversary of their deaths. An anniversary of the day that the crown that was never meant to be his was placed on his head. And he should have felt some sort of nostalgia–maybe some sort of grief–but he stood in front of his family and struggled to feel anything but a crushing kind of loneliness.

He would never say that he never wanted to be king. He’s been ambitious. He’s always been ambitious and he knew that his brother wasn’t the kind of ruler that Ravka needed. But it was different now. He had the crown. A kingdom that did not want to get better. Countries breathing down his neck—wolves ready to catch a fox with their teeth.

Nikolai stared at the name of the king. The man who had raised him to be a son, even if that wasn’t the whole truth of it. The selfish bastard who was far from perfect, but had been Ravka’s king.

For the first time in his life, Nikolai wished he had someone to guide him through the next steps. Someone who might have been able to forge a path ahead and teach him how to cross mountains while parting rivers.

He tilted his head up to the rain that dropped heavily on him, hoping that he could be washed clean from the worries that were staining him.

Thunder rumbled angrily at him and a thought like lightning rushed through him.

He rushed to his horse and took no time to ride to the Little Palace. He rushed past guards, dignitaries, governors, all of those who wanted to wring him for solutions and resources he didn’t have.

Maybe, I’m just as selfish as my father was after all. The bone chilling thought crept through him like a shiver, but still he pressed on.

The usual calm, level-headed, and in-control manner he prided himself on had been stripped away. All that was left was a deep desperate want. A want that would shed this heavy, gilded crown–even for just a moment–so that there was nothing but…him.

His steps quickened until he was outside the all too familiar oak door. He could hear her humming and moving about her nightly routine. His fist was raised, poised to knock, and still he hesitated. He could still turn around. Vague thoughts of Princess Ehri and the arranged marriage that was supposedly the key to saving his kingdom flitted through his mind. His fist tightened. Then his body made a decision before his mind could continue its circling debate.

He knocked. The humming stopped. The door opened. And Nikolai felt the breath exit his body.

Zoya’s hair was down. Her black hair fell down her shoulders in a riot of waves. Her nightgown peeked out from under a silken robe. Her eyes glittered with annoyance and surprise.  

She was everything that Nikolai wanted. She was everything he wasn’t ready to handle.

“Your Majesty, what–”

Zoya’s inquiry was cut off as he brought his hands up to her face and backed her into the room, the door slamming shut with a loud bang. He expected her to push him away, to shove at his hands and call him a lunatic, but she didn’t, which didn’t surprise him either. As much as he had tried to ignore her through the wars, the disasters, the impossible trap of arranged marriages, she wasn’t the kind of woman who he could ignore–especially when he caught her sometimes staring at him in the same ways he was always staring at her.

Her breath was faintly brushing against his lips. Her pulse had an erratic rhythm against his fingers.

“It’s the anniversary, isn’t it?” Zoya whispered. Her hands wrapped around his. They were like fire against his icy skin–something to scorch the inside of him.

Instead of replying, he just tugged her closer.

“Nikolai, this is foolish. If people saw you come into my room–The rumors already surrounding us are already–”

“Please…” Nikolai’s voice was hoarse. His throat felt raw from all the words he wished he could have said. His insides scraping against each other, as he tried to fight for any semblance of an explanation for his behavior. But all that came out was, “Please don’t say anything. For tonight. Can we let the rumors be true? Just once.”

She smelled like a garden in full bloom. The scent of wildflowers curling against his nose as his fingers threaded through her hair. He could feel Zoya hesitating. He watched as a thousand questions flicker through her eyes.

But he also watched her as she took him all in. She could feel how desperate he was. She could taste how much he needed her. Or maybe she just liked to hear him beg.

It didn’t matter.

Everything stopped mattering as soon as she had wrapped her arms around his torso, and brought her mouth up against his.

And Nikolai felt his world stand still. He was in the eye of the storm. The rioting of his thoughts. The backhanded world of the court. The disasters that felt like they were pressing against his sides suddenly stopped. They all felt distant as Zoya’s lips pressed against him, making him forget, making him breathe, making him believe that he was whole.

#zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #zoya x nikolai #zoyalai #king of scars #kos #rule of wolves #RoW #no plot just vibes

[chaotic-on-main]

Stay With Me | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x @humanitys-strongest-bamf

☾ A/N ➼ sooooo, this was supposed to be a "Levi rescue" fic for a request but it ended up being all sad. I'm working on a new one for Kat, but there's no reason to waste this Imao. This was proofread like 2 times but I have poo brain from flying across the country all day, pls forgive any mistakes.

☾ content/warnings ➼ blood, death, season 3 spoilers, angst, no comfort

☾ word count ➼ 660

The high-pitched ringing in combination with the pain pulsing through Kat's head was enough proof that she was still alive, but it was so overwhelming that she couldn't help but wish that she wasn't. She kept her eyes scrunched shut as the muffled crashes and rumbling ground signified that the battle in Shiganshina raged on. A wet cough bubbles up out of Kat's chest and the searing pain that came with it makes her wince. The embrace of death was near, she kept repeating over and over again. For some reason, though, it brought her more peace than she cared for. God, did it scare her.

.

"Get off the roof!!" Was the last thing Levi yelled at his fiancé before seeing her get knocked off by an airborne boulder. He watched in slow motion horror as Kat tumbled off with a scream he thought he'd never hear coming from her. His own scream ripped from his throat as he threw himself to the ground after her.

Levi saw red in more ways than one. Anger and blood. There she was, flat on her back in a pool of blood that surrounded her distorted body. With a blade sticking out of her lower abdomen. His brain feels like it’s lagging as it processes the dire situation in front of him. Levi hears a small cough and his feet drag his exhausted body over to the source, unfeeling until he sees her face.

"Kat?!" Levi drops to his knees and gingerly lifts her blonde haired head into his lap, ignoring the blood, her blood, soaking into his pants. "Open your eyes!!" Obedient to her Captain as always, she cracks an eye and squints up into his widened, gray ones. She has tears streaking down the sides of her bloody face.

"Don't be mad." Kat croaks out, bottom lip trembling. Levi brushes hair out of her face, dirty and crusted with rubble, then cradles her cheek. She looks past Levi at the rocks raining down.

"You dumbass, why would I be mad." He mutters down to her, throat tight as he forces his voice to stay calm.

"Because now you have to open our café without me." Another cough burbles up, wet with blood. She offers a weak smile, the mouth he loved and kissed a million times now tainted red.

"No, we're getting out of this together. Shut up." Levi growls back, fingers tightening his grip on her as to not let her go.

"Levi, stop." Kat reaches up with difficulty to cup his face. "Our luck had to run out eventually."

"No it didn't. J-just stop talking. Save your strength." Levi swallows the lump in his throat as he takes in the sight of her. He wasn't dumb, this was bad. She wasn't going to make it and he knew it. But he didn't want to believe it, he didn’t want to say anything that would resemble a goodbye. This was too much. "Stay with me. Kat, I don't want to do this without you." Levi whispers, his emotions threatening to spill over with every word.

"You'll be okay. They need you to be okay. I love you, Levi.” Kat mumbles as she reaches even higher to touch Levi's hair that fell in his face, hissing from the strain. He grabs her hand in his and gently kisses her knuckles like he did when he asked for the same hand in marriage. It takes Levi a couple minutes to notice the distant look in her eyes and noticeable slack in her arm. His heartbroken screams reverberate off the crumbling buildings around the two of them.

Little did Levi know, this would not be the only casualty made by the hands of the beast titan. His ongoing fight with it was only fueled by his heavy sorrow and anger. He would end this fight once and for all, even if it meant his own death. For Erwin, for humanity. For Kat.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #moots #season 3 spoilers #cw blood #cw death #levi ackerman x moot #levi x moot #angst #hurt no comfort #drabble #ask #self-ship #self ship

[simpingforthisonedeer]

Hi! Frist of all, how are you doing well?

Second, i can request a ❤ and 💍 headcanons for Julius and Nacht?

Hello anon! I’m doing great these days thank you for asking🥰🥰 and it's okay for now but in the future, send in only one character pls😅💕

Emojis to request here

Julius Novachrono

❤️ - Romantic Headcanon

Julius has always been so interested in magic and his attention would never stray from it so he is quite inexperienced when it comes to love. His head has no space for anything except magic and sometimes the kingdom. That is, until he met you.

He looks at you as if you are magic itself. He wants to know everything and anything about you, but it when comes to an actual relationship, he is terrified. Julius had no clue what to do with himself and this blooming feeling in his chest. But he looks at you again, and determination fires up in him. He is willing to risk his heart and take that leap of faith to find out where you would take him.

💍 - Marriage Headcanon

When you were first walking down that aisle, the kingdom saw their unshakable Wizard King cry for the first time. The whole wedding was being broadcasted to those that wanted to see their beloved King's happiest day and they saw something that only came once in a blue moon.

Julius's smile quivered as you finally reached him and he held you in his arms at the altar. You teased him lightly as you wiped his tears. The whole world seemed to watch with bated breaths as Julius laughed, because this was the first and perhaps the last time they see their Wizard King look so vulnerable.

Nacht Faust

❤️ - Romantic Headcanon

When Nacht first laid his head on your chest and let you pull him close and kiss his forehead, he felt so utterly at peace. He always had his guard up and his face was a flawless mask, but you always pierced right through all the walls and smokescreens.

In your arms, Nacht felt as though he was melting away all that he had built up. When your hands brushed his bangs aside and you pressed your lips against his brow, they felt like sunlight and he would sigh. Despite the darkness that he had always shrouded himself in, he had always loved the light.

💍 - Marriage Headcanon

Nacht was so nervous about getting married. He was the one that proposed but did he really want this? He nervously adjusted collar as Asta, the flower boy trotted down the aisle, raining petals everywhere.

You began walking down and all worries vanished. His jaw dropped and his eyes were blown wide. You had a pretty blush on your cheeks, all for him. You were going to be his. He was going to be yours.

"Breathe, lover boy," Yami whispered behind him. Nacht exhaled reluctantly. He couldn't wait to go home and hold you, as his and him as yours.

#black clover #black clover x reader #julius novachrono #nacht faust #julius novachrono x reader #nacht faust x reader #emoji headcanon request #black clover julius #black clover nacht #fandom x reader #chara x reader

[robinofinashiro]

“Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you / I need you here to stay / I broke all my bones that day I found you / crying at the lake.” 

request status: OPEN

pairing: bertholdt hoover x fem! reader

note: pls send something in! my inbox/ask box zero req’s so if any of you have any ideas wanting to get out, feel free to ask. all my fandoms are pinned as well as my rules. 

you sat with Annie, throwing her small pieces of napkins as she annoyingly shook her head at you. you had been sitting down, doing absolutely nothing for the last thirty minutes as she tried to study. 

“where is everyone? you’re boring me out and I’m like ready to do something!” you exclaimed. she gave you a dead stare before going back to studying, “you’re no fun! i’m getting food. want anything?” you asked her. 

she replied with water as you stood up, smacking the back of her head playfully before running away. you made your way to the line with a basket full of your snacks and Annie’s water as your boyfriend finally making his way down the stairs with Reiner. 

“long time, no see,” you heard a voice say behind you. you turned around to see someone you felt like you hadn’t saw in centuries, “JAEGER?” you yelled a bit too loudly as you engulfed him into a bone crushing hug, “Eren! i haven’t seen you in forever!” you exclaimed. 

he laughed, scratching the back of his head shamefully, “my god, you grew your hair out, you look great!” you complimented, “damn, how is everything with Mikasa? are the two of you still together?” you asked. 

Eren nodded, “yeah, we’re going onto our two year anniversary soon. how are you and Bertholdt’s tall ass?” he joked. you playfully pushed him, “we’re great, we’re celebrating four years soon,” you saw Eren’s face change to confusion, “what?” you asked. 

Eren found it odd that in the four years both of you were dating, Bertholdt had yet to ask for your hand in marriage. 

he shook his head, “nothing, forget it. we need to hang out soon. i bet Mikasa and Armin would be excited to see you again!” you nodded excitedly, giving him your number on a napkin before giving him another hug, “of course, I’ll text you later to see when’s the next time you and the others free!”  you said before grabbing your things and leaving. 

as you walked away, Bertholdt stared at Eren, feeling as though Eren was basically eye fucking you the entire time you were talking with him. he knew you were friends with the teal eyed boy but he had never saw you so friendly with anyone before. 

“something wrong Bert?” Reiner asked. he shook his head, remaining silent, “hey, did you losers finally get out of class?” he asked. Reiner stared at you, before giving you the middle finger, “what was Jaeger doing here?” he asked. 

Bertholdt saw your eyes light up instantly, “honestly, no clue but it was nice seeing him!” you said, digging into your muffin, “there’s a part happening tonight, y’all should go,” Reiner asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

you shook your head no, “Bert and I have a date tonight. we’re having our annual movie night tonight,” you said, squeezing Bert’s hand tightly, “but I know Eren’s been interested in hanging out soon so I’ll text him later tonight to see when they’re all free,” you added on. 

Bert tightened his grip on your hand at the mention of Eren. you found it a bit odd but thought nothing of it. the rest of the time that all of you were sitting together, Bert didn’t say much. given that he hardly said anything to begin with, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. it was like you mesmerized him all over again. 

Bertholdt couldn’t help but think of the first time he saw you. that very day was the day he knew he wanted to make you his. 

+ 

it was the first day of college. you had been moving all of your things into your dorm along you siblings and mother. you were excited to begin this new chapter in your life and although your mom hated the idea that you were sleeping in a co-ed dorm, she was happy that you were finally getting real world experience. 

you were sharing a dorm with a girl named Annie. you had only messaged her a few times, getting all her info and social media tags. she was bit on the shyer side, not really saying much when the two of you talked but you knew that she wouldn’t be a bad roommate. 

“text us when you’re done getting your dorm together,” your sister reminded you as she placed the box on the floor. you went the front desk, saying the rest of your goodbyes when you felt someone accidentally hit you.

your siblings immediately asked if you were okay, “I-I’m so sorry,” you heard a timid voice say behind you. you turned around to face the tallest person you had ever met, “you’re okay, don’t worry about it!” you said with a smile plastered on your face. 

his blond friend next to him laughed, “i think you’re our friends roommate! Annie is the girl right?” he asked. you nodded yes, “do you know her?” you asked them. you saw as the tall boy tried to stutter out an answer but didn’t, “yeah, we all went to high school together and managed to get into same college as well. I’m Reiner and this is my friend Bertholdt,” he introduced. 

you introduced yourself as your siblings told you they were heading out, them not failing to make you embarrassed as they warned you about not getting any crazy ideas while you were away. 

“we’ll walk you to your dorm if you don’t mind,” Reiner said. you gave them a smile as they pressed the elevator door, “not talkative, are you Bert?” you jokingly asked him. Reiner laughed at his reaction, “not really. we’re lucky if we get any words out of him and we’ve known him for years,” Reiner replied. 

you laughed, poking Bert’s side, “well, I guess I’ll just make it my mission to make you talk,” you told him. by the time you reached your dorm and opened it, you heard Annie groan from seeing them. 

“don’t tell me you’ve already made friends with them?” she asked you. you nodded yes, “great, now that’s going to give them a reason to be here even more,” she complained, “but now that you’re here, be useful with something and help me get something out of my car,” Annie stated, grabbing the blond by the arm. 

Bertholdt felt himself getting nervous, realizing that he was going to left alone with you. once the door slammed shut, Bertholdt ran his sweaty palms against his pants, not really knowing what to do or say. 

“so Bertholdt, you usually this awkward?” you joked again. he stared at you for a moment before feeling a blush cross his face, “uh, y-yeah, making friends isn’t as easy for me as it is for Reiner,” he explained. you gave him a look, with a small smirk playing at your lips. 

he felt his heart stop suddenly. yeah, he had felt nervous before but this was a feeling he had never felt before. even the tiniest of smiles made his heart race and even being at close proximity with you made him sweaty. 

wait. was this the feeling Reiner kept telling him about?

was this the feeling of actually liking someone? Bertholdt had really never liked someone before. given that many people thought that him and Annie would make a great couple, Annie had never saw Bert in that way and vice versa. 

finally pulling back into reality, he stared down at you before giving you the tiniest of smiles, “what has you happy all of a sudden?” you asked. he shook his head, “n-nothing,” he replied. 

+ 

later on that night, you were prepping the things the both of you needed for your movie night. you usually tended to Bert in your bed, basically attached to him like a koala as he held you close to his chest.

whenever the two of you cuddled, you were usually cuddled into him shirtless. he knew you liked his physique, he was tall, very built, and lean so whenever the chance presented itself, you would make him take his shirt off so the two of you cuddle ‘correctly’ as you liked to say. 

you heard a knock on your door, realizing that it was Bertholdt and ran to it. you gave him a smile, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him in. Bert on the other hand had other plans and bent down for another kiss, quickly making it steamier than usual. 

“where did that come from?” you asked a bit flustered, “just wanted to kiss ya,” he replied, making a beeline to your room. you followed as he had basically dragged you in there, crawling into bed as quickly as possible. 

you grabbed the remote for your tv as the two of you got to scrolling through the movie lists. it didn’t take long until the two of you finally found a movie, settling with watching ‘Singing’ in the Rain’, one of your favorite movies. 

for about an hour, you were engrossed with watching the movie, making side comments about how cute the couple was.

“what has you so affection tonight, Hoover?” you asked, your fingers dancing along his chest. he nervously touched the suede maroon box in his shorts as you remained silent, “I wanna ask you something,” he mentioned a bit quieter than usual. 

you gave him a concern look, “you’re not breaking up with me, are you? you’ve been acting really weird since I spoke with Eren earlier today and if you got any implication-,” Bert cut you off with a kiss, surprising you completely, “it’s nothing like that, relax,” he said. 

reaching into his pocket, he gripped the box almost feeling like his knuckles would turn white. you had covered yourself with the blanket, feeling the cold hit you. finally, Bert gripped your chin as a million thoughts ran in his head. he knew this was the next step in your relationship and oddly enough, he didn’t feel nervous at all. 

“marry me,” Bert whispered as he opened the box and showed the ring. you felt your heart stop in its tracks as you gazed at the ring for a moment before looking to Bertholdt again, “really?” you asked, feeling tears spring into your eyes, “yes, of course Bertholdt,” you exclaimed as you tackled him into a kiss.

 ‘You Were Meant For Me’ was playing in the background as Bertholdt pulled away and took the ring out of its box to place on your shaky hand. you couldn’t stop gazing at the ring as Bert wiped a tear from your face.

“Reiner is the only one who knew I was going to do this tonight and although he wanted me to give this big elaborate speech, you know that really isn’t my style.” 

you didn’t say anything back, jumping onto Bert again and kissing him, this time a lot steamier than usual. he was caught off guard but didn’t mind where you were going with this and let you continue what you were doing. 

“we can call everyone tomorrow. i want to spend the rest of the night with you,” Bert whispered into your ear, as he started to remove your tank top, “I couldn’t agree more Mr.Hoover,” you said smiling.

Bert for the first in what felt like a long time smiled harder than he ever had before, “I appreciate it, Mrs.Hoover. Mrs.( your name ) Hoover,” he said back. you felt your smile get even brighter before nervously giggling at hearing those words coming from him. 

you knew that everyone from Annie and up to your siblings would freak out about the news, but later that night after everything was said and done, both you and Bert sent a photo too Reiner. your hand was being held by Bertholdt as he showed the ring off to him with both your smiles plastered on your face. 

#attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin imagine #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk #bertholdt hoover #bertholdt imagine #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover imagine #anime #anime imagines #anime imagine

[scarecrow-supremacy]

Arranged Love | Pt 4

Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!

In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan.

AO3 Chapter

Lime/Smut warning 

*Lime, but the next chapter will probably be smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

Infinite things I could hate about you

The way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick...

You counted the soft noises of the clock, knowing full well that your alarm clock was bound to go off at any moment now. You could have gotten up to start your day early, but you, quite frankly, lack the motivation to do so. Anyways, it was your day off. Being productive is highly overrated... You mentally uttered. Why get out of bed when you could cuddle with your plush lavender body-sized pillow all morning? You groaned, your actions making your further realize how friggen lonely you felt within. If only the pillow could have been a person...

You glared daggers at the rose gold engagement ring upon your finger. Technically, you really weren't lonely. Hell, there was a part of you that would have preferred to be alone again. Why him?! Annoyed thoughts swarmed your mind, keeping you from attaining proper relaxation. Of all people...Why him? You pulled your pillow closer to your chest, burying your face into the cool silken cover and squeezing it tightly. Why, why, why? Your mind paced. It wasn't that you were thinking about him, Hatake Kakashi, so much. It was how you thought about him that filled you up with despair.

New feelings...shining in a new light.

What is wrong with me?!

Your eyes traveled to your stomach, your diary still opened up to the page you were writing last night. The whole diary idea was Kurenai's, back when you were made jonin, around the age of 14. She knew you weren't the best with opening up to people. So to let out your pains, she had recommended writing about them. And in honesty, you were glad that you had decided to take her advice. Writing did make you feel better. Ranting out all of your troubles without any worries of being judged. As of these days, most of your entries were about Kakashi or how you wanted to relieve yourself. It's almost concerned you that you wrote about him so damn much. Just shove him aside!

"Urg!" Your groaned, gathering the willpower to get up from your blanket cocoon and take a nice and warm shower, "Sulking won't do any good..." With a sigh, you entered your kitchen, telling yourself that you'd shower after grabbing something to replenish your hunger. It was glaringly obvious that cooking wasn't your forte. In fact, you were absolutely horrendous at it. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you somehow managed to burn water while trying to boil it.  You, the woman dubbed Ibara-hime, the Thorn Princess, could not cook if your life depended on it.

After contemplating what you could make without burning your kitchen down, you simply made yourself a cup of your favorite herbal tea to energize your body. It wasn't much, but it helped wake you up.

Ding dong, the bell to your apartment rang. "Gimme a sec!" You called out the person, throwing on your flak jacket just for formalities. "Oh..." Your face fell, yet your stomach fluttered, "It's you–"

"Yeah, it's me," one Hatake Kakashi mocked the tone you had greeted him with, running his fingers through his silvery hair. You didn't want to think much of it, but his hair just looked so soft...

"What do ya want, Hatake?" You put your hands on your hips and pouted.

Kakashi groaned as he made himself welcome inside your quaint home, "I'm bored," He simply told you, plopping himself right in the middle of your couch. What a dick, you muttered, having to sit on a chair instead of the sofa. "Wahh..?" You whispered as Kakashi's eyes took in ever single bit of you. Your skin started to burn, although his gaze wasn't exactly giving off a positive vibe. "Stop eyeing me like that, Hatake." You mustered up the courage to spit out.

"Oi, it's not my fault," Kakashi sassed, "Take a look at what you're wearing, yariman." Slut, his deep and rich voice had called you.

Anger stirred up inside of you, along with embarrassment, causing your skin to feel as if it was on fire. You felt yourself get flustered as you looked down at your short skirt, which had rid up your legs, and lacy dark green bra that had been reveled by your unzipped vest. "O-oh!" You breathed, your hand going to zip up your flak jacket, yet was slapped away before you could. "What the hell, Hatake?" You flashed him a bewildered look.

Kakashi chuckled smugly, the smirk under his mask apparent, "Don't... I kinda like you dressed like this." He stated matter-of-factly.

"But you j-just," You stuttered out, "called me a..." you trailed off, averting you eyes. Urg, the audacity of this pervert, your inner self spoke. "Perverted idiot."

"Call me what you want," Kakashi grabbed your hand, "I'm your perverted idiot, forever." He laughed softly. Woah, he never acts like this...

"Did somebody drug you?" you sweat-dropped, unintentionally blurted out your thoughts, "You normally don't act like this."

Kakashi sent you a wary look, but you could tell he felt slightly hurt by your remark, "No..." he replied cautiously, "I just thought...it would be good to loosen up."

Your expression softened ever so slightly, "Oh..." the two of you sat in pin drop silence.

"You know," Kakashi ventured, "dark green is my favorite color."

"Hatake!" You yelped, instinctively covering your chest, "I'm going to take a shower!" You turned you back to your dreaded fiancé, stomping out of the room to go bathe.

"I might as well join you then," Kakashi shrugged, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

"I'm sorry what?!" you exclaimed

"I haven't showered yet today."

"Urg..!" He's drugged, I'm sure of it... you thought, finally giving in to Kakashi. "Kitanai yarō!"

 "Well," Kakashi tapped his foot, carefully placing his flak jacket upon the silken sheets of your bed, "aren't you going to strip down?" He asked as he started to remove the cloth bindings from his thigh and ankles.

"Y-yeah..." you flushed softly, "J-just gimme a second." You dashed off, tossing my clothes into your basket of dirty laundry and grabbing a towel to wrap around your bare body, "Okay..." you mumbled, peaking your head out from the bathroom. The tension in the room was heavy and hot, almost uncomfortable. It was...something you had never felt. Hence, you couldn't put your finger on a way properly to describe the situation. Yet heat rushed to your core, even the tiniest smidge of arousal turning on your mind. You felt like your every movement was being recorded in Kakashi's mind. His gaze digging into your soul like a kunai in delicate flesh. Like his– No, no, no, no! No pervy thoughts, (y/n)! Stay classy, you ordered your mind, preventing it from trailing off. We have a dignity, remember?

You hesitantly got into the shower, testing the waters for the proper temperature. "Ahhh," you moaned ever so slightly, the raining down of the water slipping down your body and rejuvenating your sores from the previous night's round of nightmares. "Oi..." Kakashi started to speak as he entered the shower from behind you, ending up grunting incoherently. You shook your head, sighing in disapproval whilst rubbing from body wash into your soft (s/t) skin. You felt a pair of hands brush past your hair, reaching for the hair conditioner, "Rose and sandalwood, eh? No wonder you smell like a garden and incense shop." Kakashi breathed down your neck.

You tried your best not to look back at him, your heart racing for reasons you tried to reject. Nope! We can't be falling for him! You let out a slight gasp as Kakashi's hands found their way to your hips, tracing the gracefully toned muscles of your stomach. "Kakashi...what are you doing?" You whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"I read your diary," you could practically heard the smirk on Kakashi's face, "I think I can help you with your needs..." Kakashi licked the helix of your ear. A shudder went down your spine, a foreign though crossing your mind. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work... your mind ventured. "Kami, I've been having some problems myself, big problems..." Kakashi told you, his voice velvety coffee as he nipped at your neck. His hardening length pressing against your round ass. You could feel your walls start to clench; you were surprised that your body was reacting to Kakashi's touch like this.

No disturbance could get in the way of this exhilarating moment, right?

"(Y/N)! RAIDŌ ASKED ME OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" The voice of Mitarashi Anko screeched, she wandered into your bathroom, "YESS!"

"Anko..." You cringed, clenching your fists, "W-wrong t-time..." You moaned as Kakashi's finger teased your clit.

"What?" Anko called out, "I can't hear you over the water. Could ya speak up."

Kakashi pumped faster, "You heard her, louder." His intentions directing towards your moans, blessed music to his ears.

You sucked your breath, "N-never m-mind, Anko!" You managed to force out, trying your absolute hardest to not moan.

"Wait...Is that..." Anko's voice trailed off, "Kakashi's mask, and his..."

"A-anko! Pl-pleas j-just..." you bit your tongue, "go. Ju-just tell me l-later!" You begged her, turning to look at Kakashi with pleading eyes. Not now, Kakashi, you tried to convey with your widened (e/c) eyes.

"OH HELL NO! SORRY!" Anko cried out, causing Kakashi to pull his fingers out of you with a let down sigh. The smoke of Anko's hasty teleportation jutsu lingering for a few moments.

The mood had officially been broken. Thanks a lot, Anko, you mentally swore. But holy hell, you were about to get laid. Shamefully, you looked at the floor as Kakashi rinsed our your hair. "I–" you tried to speak, yet your voice faltered as you took a moment to observe Kakashi's face.

"Are you still in for it?" Kakashi raised his eyebrow; his left eye lidded.

"Oh! Uh..." your heart suddenly fluttered, "Y-yeah." You told him shyly.

Kakashi flashed you a smirk, "How about we just dry off, then..." He winked at you.

Yep, I'm convinced he's drugged... There's no other explanation...

Infinite things I try to love about you

They way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

#kakashi x y/n #kakashi x reader #kakashi #kakashi hatake #hatake #naruto character x reader #lime #tention #consent #reader x character #sub! reader #suggestive #bathroom smut #shower smut #arranged marriage au #arranged marriage fic #forced love #forced marriage #enemies to lovers #veggie_chan11 #Veggie #prompts #anko mitarashi #i swear the next chapter will be a lemon...maybe #interruption #bruh moment #i suck at writing #help he's so cute #ooc #idk it feels like he is drugged

[murswrites]

My Life ⎯ Thomas Shelby One-Shot

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Word Count: ~ 1,600 Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff SUMMARY: You convince Tom to take a day off and finally connect. Request from anons: Thomas Shelby comes home after a very stressful day and finds the reader dancing outside in the garden by herself while it’s raining. He’s very confused so he goes up to her and tells her to come inside but she encourages him to dance with her so they dance under the rain. It makes his stress go away and he tells her he’s so lucky to have her. & The reader (who is a ray of sunshine compared to Tommy) convinces thomas to take a day off so they can spend time together? With the prompts 34. A gentle “I love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss. From the kissing prompts 13. “You are my love.” From the bliss/fluff prompts. (both edited)

A/N We’re gonna pretend that Julie London made music when this fic takes place pls and thank you :) I hope you all enjoy this weirdly bittersweet fic xx

Getting Thomas Shelby to take a break from work was like trying to get a woodchuck to chuck wood… absolutely fucking impossible. Despite your adamant attempts to get him to take– at least –a day off from work, he never listened. Always groaning and mumbling about how, “I’ve got work up to my ears,” and, “Soon, I promise.” What a shitty lie.

You knew going into the marriage that it’d be a lot of work. He’s a businessman at heart and truly cannot help it, or so you tell yourself that to humor yourself. But it isn’t like Tom’s a completely absent husband, when he is around he makes up for his lack of being home by at least sitting in the same room as you. It was easy between you two, to just sit in silence and enjoy each other's company without speaking. Although lately, it seemed like Thomas was working himself to death.

He would return home at ungodly hours completely exhausted and wouldn’t even bother with dinner. You could tell he was suffering mentally when he came home with that haircut. The sides were shaved so harshly that the tuft of dark hair on top of his head looked completely out of place. You were sure he saw the wide-eyed look you gave him when he entered your bedroom as you read before bed.

But he said nothing of it as he undressed and laid down beside you wordlessly. You’ve been watching him deteriorate for months… and now you’re sick of it. You love Tom, that’s why you married him, and you refuse to let him kill himself when he’s got so much left to live for. 

—

“Alright, I’m done.” You sat your teacup down with a stern look. It was the best motherly glare you could muster as Thomas hardly looked up from the papers in his hand. You clenched your fists on the table and sigh loudly, knowing if you made enough noise Tom would finally acknowledge you.

He pushed his glasses up when he finally looked at you, “With your dinner? You’ve got an entire plate left.” The rolling of your eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him as he just sat up to truly look at you. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” 

The dining room was painfully empty, You and Tom sat across from one another at the head of the table. The chair usually reserved for Thomas was empty, but the throne-like appearance showed a king sat there. Sure, Thomas is no monarch, but he does rule all of Birmingham as though he is one. That thought makes you realize that would make you the quiet queen who sits idly by as her husband fucks everything up.

“Nice of you to finally acknowledge me, Thomas.” You try your best to soften your tone, to sound worried and not annoyed but it hurts. It hurts knowing your husband is more caught up in his work than with you. So many broken promises… so many nights alone… so many days where you just couldn’t force yourself out of bed due to feeling like a complete failure. 

You became what you sought not to, a man’s wife. Known only as Thomas Shelby’s wife is probably the worst thing you’ve ever been called. You grew up founding strong values about being a strong, independent woman, but the first time a man showed you any true attention and you went and married him… “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your Y/E/C eyes cast down to the dark wood of the table solemnly, “We haven’t had a proper conversation in weeks,” You fiddled with the handle of your teacup absentmindedly, “I miss you, Tommy.” You extended your hand across the table, palm up for Thomas to grab. He set the papers in his hands aside and placed a hand above yours.

The realization in Tom’s eyes was obvious as his head inclined toward the table almost as though he were ashamed. “I know… and I’m sorry, love. It’s just that things are crazy this time of year… along with the flowers blooming comes lots of political turmoil about this and that… it’s a lot.” You nodded, wanting to understand but the mention of flowers blooming reminds you of one of the many broken promises.

“We’ll plant marigolds and lilies and daisies, fuck, we’ll plant whatever the fuck you want!” 

Thomas promised to help put the garden in, it was supposed to be a bonding experience but you were left to do it on your own. And you did a damn good job, the flowers you planted were indeed blooming and looking beautifully healthy. You were extremely proud of yourself. “Can’t you take one day off? Work a little more for a few days then take a weekend off? You’re killing yourself and I hate it.” 

“I hate it too, Y/N.”

“Do you?” Your eyebrows caused a crease in your forehead as you squeezed Tom’s hand tightly, “Because it feels as though you love work more than me… your wife. I wait up for you to not speak to me, I wake up to see you, but you’ve already left. I think it’s time for a break. It’s long overdue.” 

Thomas nodded, “I can’t just not go to work. I’m a politician and a businessman, the world doesn’t spin unless I’m working.”

“The world can do with one still day!” You retorted at Tom’s stupid imagery. “Just one day and you’ll see how wonderful being lazy can be. And then you’ll want to stay home for an entire week at best!” A large smile cracked open on your face and the fondness in Tommy’s eyes made your heart skip a beat. “Please?” You pleaded and after a moment of thought… Tommy finally agreed with a sigh.

He moved his glasses up so he could wipe his eyes before he spoke, “I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure I have an open Friday somewhere in me diary.” 

“Thank you.”

Tommy lifted your hand to his lips, “Anything for my best girl.” 

—

The rain was wonderfully warm on your skin as you ran in the yard like a child. Your dress stuck to your skin and showed off your figure but you could care less, no one would see but the nosy maids. You spun in a circle and made your way back into the garden, you set your gramophone up in the greenhouse so the sounds would play in the garden and you could dance with yourself.

This wasn’t new to you, dancing in the rain is among the few things you truly enjoy. And with the weather warming up, it made it that much better. Your favorite song by the American singer, Julie London played as you swayed to the rhythm, 

You'd be so nice to come home to.  You'd be so nice by the fire.  While the breeze on high sang a lullaby.

You'd Be So Nice to Come Home reminded you much of your recent relationship with Thomas. How you only appeared to be what he wanted in theory and only if he’d been gone for more than two days. Even if it made you sad, the lovely sound of Julie’s voice soothed the pain away into bittersweet happiness. When the record suddenly stopped playing your eyes opened and spotted Tom inside the greenhouse. 

Seeing him home so early made a gigantic smile appear on your face, “What’re you doing, Y/N? It’s fucking pouring, get inside!” Thomas shouted through the open door and leaned away from it, trying not to get wet.

“NO! Get out here, silly!” 

“I’m pretty sure you’re the silly one,”

You gasped loudly and dramatically, “My goodness, how rude of you, Mr. Shelby! I think as payment, you should join me!” You spun around in a circle and lifted your arms up to the sky, letting the water land on your closed eyelids. The sound of Julie’s voice began playing once more and you smiled softly. 

 The feeling was wonderful and when you felt a pair of warm hands on your hips, you jumped. There before you in his standard white button-up and high trousers, was the Thomas Shelby OBE… in the rain, with an almost smile on his face. Your grin practically doubled in size as you threw your arms around his neck, “Mr. Shelby, it’s time for you to let loose.”

Thomas shook his head, “I believe the only thing that’s loose are the bolts in your brain,” He brought a finger up to your forehead and pointed at your head. You giggled at Tommy and stood up to kiss him.

You pressed a small peck to his lips, “I love you,” Thomas’ eyes grew darker as his hand moved up your back to cradle your head, he brought you in for a far deeper kiss. Unlike the light peck you gave him, this one stole your breath and sound mind away. I'm in the Mood for Love began playing and you thought it was the perfect song for this moment.

Heaven is in your eyes Bright as the stars we're under Oh! Is it any wonder I'm in the mood for love?

His grip on you grounded you as you drew back to take a breath of much-needed air. “You are my love.” Tommy murmured quietly against your lips as your eyes fluttered open.

You embraced him tightly and the two of you began rocking back and forth to the beautiful melody of Julie London’s voice. “And you are my life.”

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby one shot #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tom shelby #tom shelby x reader #cillian murphy #peaky blinders series 5 #murswrites

[40sbarnes]

Medici: Spymasters of Florence

Chapter 6: Don’t Shoot the Messenger

part 6! its a little long i know but i hope you all enjoy it nontheless! 

tw for this chapter: mention of blood and some gore towards the end, pls be careful <3

pairings; lorenzo x reader, (friends) francesco x reader

taglist; @brynthebulldozer @mythicalamphitrite @nano035 @valravnsraven

The fresh linen sheets of the Medici home were calling your name as you made your way down the high street, playing go-fish in unsuspecting Florentine's pockets. However, it wasn't those linen sheets and four poster bed you were retiring in, you were heading home. At least you'd be away from Lorenzo, no bed quality could counter that particular luxury. It has been mission after mission since you began working for Lorenzo, with Jacopo calling on you more and more also, you were exhausted, not to mention the stress of double crossing the Pazzis. You forced yourself not to imagine the consequences if your betrayal were to be found out. You weren't sure how much longer this could go on. You thought it best to wait for something big from Lorenzo to tell Jacopo, so you could go back to just being a Pazzi spy. The extra Medici money was nice, sure, but you'd gotten by before without it, and you weren't certain it was worth all this extra stress. Although something inside you enjoyed working against Pazzi, finally feeling like you were on the right side, your morals weren't going to pay for your meals at the end of the day. You were almost home now, your fingers rapidly losing their stickiness. You decided to think more on the future after some rest. 

The sun was still high in the sky but you were in desperate need of sleep, and were in no mood to wait for nightfall. You skipped up the steps to your room, quickly locking the door behind you, sliding your trusty wooden chair under the door handle for extra security. Your eyes instantly landed on your bed, your fingers fumbled behind you to loosen the drawstrings of your dress before you collapsed into it. 

"I don't think I pay you enough for this," standing up straight at the sudden voice you grabbed your dagger, aiming it towards the noise. At the last second your eyes registered Lorenzo perched on a chair in the corner of your room, a shadow cast across his figure. You moved your wrist just in time that as you threw the blade across the room it landed squarely in the wall beside his ear, rather than in him. 

"That is no way to treat a guest in your home," Lorenzo glanced at the blade inches from his head, pulling it out of your wall to play with it instead. "Have I taught you nothing?" He continued his mockery. 

"You are not a guest," you relaxed your posture, surveying the room, wondering the obvious, "that implies you are welcome here." How did he get in? Lorenzo was taken aback for a moment, it is evident he is still not quite accustomed to the way you treat him, in such contrast to the people he is usually surrounded with. 

"Why are you here, Lorenzo?" You asked when he didn't have a snarky remark. 

"You and I, we have a very poor line of communication," he began explaining, still examining the blade in his hands, "I have a mission for you, yet we have no scheduled meeting so what else was I to do?" The grandeur in which he spoke would lead weaker minded people to believe he was making an ounce of sense. 

"Not break into my home?" You suggested, collapsing onto your bed, which felt undeserving of that title after your sleepover at the Medici's. Your eyes fluttered closed as your head hit your pillow regardless, the exhaustion fully washing over your body.

"Well this couldn't wait, I need you to do this tonight," he continued. You groaned into your pillow, you just wanted a break. "The Pazzi's are delivering something important t-"

You spun to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling, "The Pazzi's?"

"Yes. There's whisperings of a contract of some sort with the Orsini's. Some type of document anyways. It cannot be delivered."

"The Orsini's?" You asked, finally turning to face Lorenzo, looking at him sideways from where you laid.

"Yes we've established the two names," Lorenzo sighed, agitated.

"As in, Clarice Orsini?" You sat up, leaning on your hands.

"Precisely. That's why Jacopo can't reach her uncle before the marriage," he connected the dots for you.

"So you think she'll agree?"

"Mother seems to think so," Lorenzo took a breath, "truthfully we haven't heard from her since the balcony. I hadn't really thought of it since, my mind had been more occupied with fainting spies," his lips turned upwards for a moment, and you shared the tiny grin with him.

"Jacopo certainly doesn't want you to marry her," you informed.

"Hmm?" He hummed, waiting for you to continue.

"I spied on her today, to see if she'd go through with it."

"Are you sure that wasn't your personal vendetta?" He chuckled.

You brushed past his remark before you spent too long thinking about it, "Your cousin tried to convince her, but she didn't seem sold. No offence."

Lorenzo hung his head for a moment, focusing intently on your cracked flooring. "Well, all the more reason tonight is so important."

At that you laid back down, all you wanted to do tonight was sleep. "What is it you want me to do?" Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes closed.

"Use your talents. Intercept the messenger before he reaches Orsini, it’s only a slip of parchment. Just don't get caught," he stood up from where he was seated. You opened your eyes to study him as he moved.

"And return it to you afterwards?" You glanced upwards as he walked closer to you.

"No. Not tonight. I'm... busy," his eyes didn't meet yours. The slight hesitation told you far more than it should've. You turned to look towards the wall.

"Poor Ardinghelli," you sighed, reaching into your dress for your poison. Lorenzo's hand grabbed yours, forcing you to look back at him. He didn't say a word as he took the poison from you, handing you back your dagger in its place. Lorenzo’s lack of comment about his visiting Lucrezia proved the insinuation to be true.

"Relax!" You rolled your eyes as you secured your knife back into its holster. "I wasn't even-"

"Meet tomorrow in my office at dusk," Lorenzo headed for the door. You just nodded, silenced by his sudden seriousness. He removed the chair from the door, going to open it. "Be careful," the foreign words were quiet as they fell from his lips, the sound of the door closing behind him threatening to hide them completely.

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A yawn escaped your lips, you hadn't gotten a chance to sleep. You knew if you had rested for the few hours of the mission you wouldn't have gotten back up in time. Instead, you changed into one of your darker coloured dresses, securing a simple belt around your waist to hold a thin sword on. You still had your dagger holstered onto your thigh, but this dress didn't have a leg slit, and the sword was much easier to spar with. You donned a dark cloak on top also, to conceal the sword and your face on the off chance you were spotted.

You had left just after sundown, headed straight for the docks. They were close enough that you could see if someone were to leave the Pazzi property, and you thought you may as well exchange some of the goods you'd collected with Carolina while you waited.

"You don't look so good," she commented.

"Don't get these types of comments from Ol'Bart," you joked, counting the coins she'd handed you, peering up at her from under your hood.

"I'm serious, y/n," she raised a cold finger to your face, trailing your cheekbone which was much more prominent on your face these days. "You're losing the red in your cheeks."

"That's because you don't pay me enough for a proper meal, Carolina," you continued teasing her, you didn't need her coddling you.

"Uh huh," she raised an eyebrow, dropping an extra gold coin into your palm.

"Thank you," you sang, before leaving her stall. The night was getting darker by the second, you imagined the messenger would be leaving soon. You made your way closer, maintaining a safe distance but gaining a clear line of sight. You glanced upwards as a small droplet fell onto your cloak. Watching the dark clouds above begin to spill.  Any minute now...

...Any hour now. You had been waiting in the rain for hours. You had made your way up onto a roof of a nearby building after a while. The traffic of people on the streets had all but died down. All the stalls at the dock were closed, Carolina had long gone home. Lorenzo's information must have been off. All this time, you could've been sleeping. Another yawn slipped from your lips at the thought. The poison was definitely not fully out of your system, you still felt that strange weakness that came with it. You rested your chin on your hands, debating how much longer you should wait before heading home. You felt like you had probably already waited past that point.

Then you heard it, it was loud in the silence of the night. The Pazzi gate creaking open. A dark figure emerged, glancing down the streets before heading off, in the direction you already knew he'd be going. You held in a snort, should've looked up, buddy. You waited a moment before trailing him, dropping onto the next roof with barely any sound. He was quick, being able to walk on a stable path, but you were able to keep up easily for the most part. It was taking a lot of effort to control your breathing, but you were managing. That was, until he made a turn down an alley, and the building was much taller than the roof you were on, there was no way you'd reach it.

Your eyes locked onto him, he was barely taking in his surroundings, and he’d probably gotten used to these simple deliveries. You carefully lowered yourself off the roof, on the opposite side of the building from him, onto the street. You peered around the corner afterwards, he was still headed on in the same direction. You began following him, keeping to the shadows. This wasn't going to be as easy as you'd imagined. It was a lot harder to pick pocket when you were the only two people on a rainy street. But it wasn't impossible.

Catching up to him right as he made his way down the next alley, you scanned your surroundings. Just a few metres away a market stall was positioned against a building, the perfect climbing block to get back onto the roof. That would be your exit. You grabbed the sheets of paper from his satchel with minimal effort, spinning on your heels and running for the stall, remaining light on your feet. You hopped onto the stall, it wasn't quite as tall as you thought. You'd have to jump and pull yourself up, you slid the parchment into your belt and hopped, a hand grabbing your ankle as you did. You desperately tried to grab onto the ledge but it was too far, and you were thrown onto the ground behind you by your attacker.

You glanced up to see the man you'd been following, surprise surprise. "Who the hell are you?" He spoke through gritted teeth, as you attempted to get some air back in your lungs after that fall. He pushed his cape aside to draw his sword, but you drew yours quicker, slicing away his before he could even begin to threaten you with it. He simply watched as his blade fell across the street, allowing you to swing at his ankle. The man fell to his knees, as you stood up, and began running. He spun on his knees, grabbing your blade with his bare hands, attempting to pull you back with it, but you let it fall out your grasp before he could. You kept sprinting, diving down alleys in an attempt to create a distance, but you were tired. Far too tired. The rain made every step feel heavier. His ankle must have hindered him though, as you couldn't hear any footsteps behind you. You were coming up on the docks at the end of the alley, it would be easy to slip through all the smaller houses up here. You glanced behind you, he was nowhere in sight. You were proud of your quick thinking, and spun back around to keep your eye on the new target, when you saw your old one standing at the end of the alley. How had he gotten here? He must've known a shortcut you didn't. He was resting all his weight on his left leg. You had definitely wounded him, but he didn't seem to care. He still had your sword in his hand. You stopped your running at the sight of him, considering your options. He was a tall man, you were exhausted and weak from the poison, not to mention you only had your dagger left buried under your dress to use to sword fight. You spun around, deciding to run the way you had come from and try to escape a different way. He quickly followed, swinging your own weapon at you. He was gaining on you, his strides much longer than yours. You just had to outrun him until his ankle was too much for him to keep going, but you weren't sure that was going to happen any time soon.

One of his aimless swings caught your cloak, he was getting close. You had a last second idea, and untied your belt from your waist. You spun around, holding the belt taught in both hands, attempting to catch the sword, or at least knock it out of his hands. He swung for your head, and you just ducked in time, the blade coming into contact with the tip of your hood, knocking it back off your head.

While you were ducked you slid towards him and kicked out at his ankle, now standing behind him. He seethed and turned, swinging at you again, but you jumped backwards, before looping the belt around the end of the sword, and pulling it towards you and out of his grasp. It went flying down the alley, far out of your reach. You went running for it, but he went running for you, tackling you to the ground, his arms around your torso. You took the opportunity and wrapped your newly weaponised belt around his neck, tightening your grasp on it and pulling upwards, blocking his airflow. He struggled, his arms going from your waist to your wrists, trying to break your grasp. You flipped over, so you were on top of him, pinning one of his arms down with your knee. His free hand kept pulling at you, he wasn't giving up. You lifted his head up from the cobbled stone, before slamming it back down, desperately wanting him to stop trying.  The hood fell underneath him, and you instantly recognised him. He was the man who had been talking to Francesco in the courtyard yesterday. He got his other arm free from under his knee while you weren't focused on it and used it to punch you directly across the face. The shock loosened your grasp enough for him to break free, and grab the belt for himself. You decided to cut your losses and run for your discarded sword. You reached it just as he caught up with you, but he just grabbed your wrist and twisted it, your hand falling open to drop the sword. He kicked it out of your reach. Your eyes switched from the shining metal of the blade up into the unknown man’s eyes.

"I know you!" He breathed out, not letting go of his hold on you.

You shook your head desperately. "You were speaking to Francesco yesterday, don't you work for the Pazzi's?" He seemed genuinely confused.

You ignored him, desperately trying to break his grasp, you learn down, biting at his fingers, finally releasing you. You continued running towards the sounds of the waves, this was bad. He knew you. He could tell Pazzi who stopped him. Your sprinting was suddenly halted as your belt was pulled around your neck from behind, forcing your backwards. He forcefully spun your around, pushing you to the ground. You began punching and kicking, but you pinned you down. You only had one free arm now, and your scratches and punches weren't doing anything from where you were.

"I wonder how Pazzi's gonna feel when we tell him about this," he smirked, knowing this would be a big payout. You spluttered as you struggled to get air into your body. Your throat was closing. You reached out onto the street but your sword was nowhere near. Your whole face was red and he tightened his grip even more, you were holding onto consciousness but you didn't know how much longer you could last. You suddenly remembered your dagger, and desperately kicked out, pulling up the skirt of your dress as quick as possible. Your fingers curled around the handle, pulling it out its holster, before you landed it into the stomach of the man on top of you, the only angle you could really reach. His grasp instantly loosened, the belt falling around your neck.

The man coughed out blood, directly onto you. He slowly looked down at where you'd impaled him. You moved to put both hands onto your dagger, and began twisting it. His weak hands fell on top of yours. "Please," he began begging, "Pazzi needn't know anything. I promise."

"No." You agreed, using all your energy to push the knife up his torso, through his chest, all the way up to his throat, "he needn't." Blood spluttered all over you, you were completely drenched. The man’s body became limp, and you pushed him to the side before it could collapse onto you. You stood up, taking large gulps of air, trying to regain your breath. You took the belt from beside his corpse, tying it back around your waist, before hobbling down the alley to retrieve your sword, sliding it back into its place. You returned to the dead messenger, pulling your blood soaked dagger out of the man’s neck, wiping it on his cloak. Your eyes got lost in his, how easily you could've been him. How in many ways, you were. He was just a Pazzi spy too. You took a deep breath, now was not a time for empathy, before lifting your hood up back over your blood permeated hair, moving on to the task of getting rid of the body. Luckily you were close to the docks.

#daniel sharman #daniel sharman x reader #lorenzo de medici #lorenzo de medici x reader #medici fic #medici: masters of florence #medici #medici: spymasters of florence #francesco pazzi x reader #francesco x reader

[irwintry]

BLURB!!!! Post-Babycakes!!!!! PLS

AOSDJF YUP DONE

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“Candlelight monopoly. Very romantic.”

“Cakes, I’m not Nora Ephron,” he said, chuckling, “I don’t know all that romantic, movie shit. But, are ya okay? I can’t read your mind. What’s up?”

The winter of ‘94 had brought a Christmas nor’easter, a “pleasant” surprise to many New Yorkers through the lasting effects including loss of power and small amounts of flooding in the streets. Luckily, you and Calum had begun renting an apartment together at the beginning of last year, so while you were forced in the darkness of your humble abode, you at least had a friend to keep you company. Well, more than a friend. 

The eighteen candles you set up were all sorts of different scents, so the smell drifting through the tight living room was a little overwhelming. But it was no matter–– the smell was the least of your worries. You were nervous about something, and you knew exactly what. 

Calum hadn’t been alluding to anything involving the question; however, you could pick up the subtle changes in body language. He had been extra lovey yet nervous throughout the course of a few weeks, and although that was your only proof, you prided yourself in your strong intuition. Something was different, but you could recognize that it was a good different. Or maybe you were hypersensitive because marriage was all you could think about, especially after rewatching “Sleepless in Seattle” (he knew that was your favorite movie).

Truth be told, the movie surrounded a failing arrangement while the lead found herself falling for some guy she heard about on the radio, but it still had you thinking about marriage despite that. You had been with Calum for going on three years, and you were beyond ready to start talking about it. But was he?

“Baby, we’ve burned through three board games, and you’re not acting weirdly competitive,” Calum continued, his fingers tracing small circles on the back of your hand. “I know you’re thinkin’ about somethin’. C’mon, cakes.”

You shook your head and shrugged with a sigh as you set your head on his lap. You had managed to spread your entire body over the couch, only giving him a sliver of room for his nice butt to sit in. “’s nothin’,” you replied sleepily while letting your eyes rest. “’m jus’ tired.” 

Calum let out a small huff–– or maybe it was a laugh. Either way, he knew you were lying. “It’s never just nothin’ when you sound like Eeyore.”

You rolled over to face away from him and groaned. “Don’t you dare use Winne-the-Pooh against me. You know it’s my weakness. Did you also know that– “

“Your grandpa used t’be friends with Sterling Holloway?” Calum mumbled, a chuckle following. “Yes, I knew.”

You softly chuckled, too, but you didn’t know how to reply once you got lost in the comfort of his presence. You couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life any other way. The silence settled in for a moment, and you let yourself focus on the rain before your thoughts ate away at your brain. If you didn’t say something now, would he?

“Hey,” you whispered. 

Calum hummed. “Yeah?”

“Have you– have you ever thought about your future?” you questioned, turning back over so you could rest the back of your head on his thighs once more. He had already been peering down at you by the time you locked eyes. “Like, where d’you see yourself in five-ten years?”

A soft smile made its way to his lips, and you swore you could see the admiration flood into the wonderful deep hue of his irises. “Course,” he responded. “If you want me to be blunt, cakes, I see myself with you.”

You grinned, the sudden excitement washing over you and bubbling in your chest. “Really?” 

He nodded. His smile only grew as his eyes flickered elsewhere and then back down to you. “Be right back,” he said, his hands moving behind your head to lift it gently only to place it back where he had been sitting. He left the room a second later, and you sat up on his return. “I was gonna wait until after the holidays,” he mumbled. Meanwhile, he was fiddling with a small black box. 

Your shoulders tensed and your eyes watered. 

“But, um– “ Calum stood before you and sent you a shy wink before bending down on one knee. “I didn’t plan a speech or anythin’– “

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you sputtered out. The tears were already rolling down your cheeks. 

“Jus’ love you so much, babycakes,” he continued. “So, so much. And, I wanna spend the rest of my life with ya. I can see us with a few kids, only if you want ‘em–– I know we’ve never discussed it. I can see us growin’ old together, all stinky and wrinkly. I love you so much. Will ya do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You sniffed, nodding rapidly simply because the words were caught in your throat. If you did speak, you knew it would be quite pathetic. As he smiled, kissed you, and slid the ring on your finger, your mind kept on reeling. You were going to be his babycakes forever and ever. 

#5sos #calum 5sos #5sos imagine #5sos blurb #5sos fanfiction #calum hood #calum hood imagines #calum hood imagine #calum hood fanfiction #calum blurb #calum hood blurb #calum imagine #calum imagines #calum fanfiction #5sos writing #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer blurb #5 seconds of summer imagine #my writing #swearing

[suburban-satan]

shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin  from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction     -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

#shit my friends say #shitpost #please help me #sans #I guess??? #theres a lot of sans sorry #too many about peepee #enjoy #please dont be offended #bees #thanos #so sorry

[unicyclehippo]

oh gosh PLEASE expand the accidental marriage AU PLEASE. it's so good PLS

they say that rao created the suns and stars and planets to keep him company, that he loved his creations for their beauty and order so much that he made krypton, and its people, to delight in it with him. they said—they said—he was so pleased with his children that he gave to them everything he had: wisdom, and passion, and strength, and intelligence, and within all of these gifts, his love.

she knows rao made order. a delicate, incredible dance. that rao set the rules of it all and made the music and the room to dance in, and the costumes, and the decorations, and the love and rhythm of their heartbeats—all of that, everything that exists, and somehow he couldn’t account for his tiny children running amok. couldn’t account for them making up their own rules, or for their countless missteps.

there was a stretch of time—a considerable stretch indeed—when kara hated him. because if rao had brought order to the universe, he missed a step. didn’t look far enough ahead to consider the end of his jewel, his love, his krypton.

kara read a lot when she came to earth, about religions and gods, both the divine and the fallible, but mostly she read about people. she was only thirteen when krypton—when it happened—but she remembers the quick thrum of her mothers pulse, fearful, and the way her father smiled at her with so much love in his eyes it burned, like he knew it was the last thing he would ever get to do and he wanted it to leave some kind of mark. well, it was, and it did. and she thinks a lot about choice and self and people and how it might have been easier for her if she hadn’t seen them right there. right next to her. how it still felt cruel to have seen them, and to have been made to leave them.

and the what ifs, that loud, endless wave of what ifs: what if one of them had gone with baby kal, what if they had made those stupid, stupid pods with room for two, what if her mother had never sent astra to the phantom zone, if non had never killed a guard, if kara had never called astra home, if someone had spoken up sooner, louder, more insistently, if her mother had just agreed to try, if generations ago the house of el had never even been formed—and everything stacks up on everything that came before and kara gets lost in it.

but there’s no point. there’s no point, because krypton is dead and left far behind, and that’s where it will stay.

all that remains of krypton is a fortress of toy relics, a man with her blood but the heart of a human, and shards of her dead planet. and her, still her. and there is no point in hating a god who died with the rest of her world.

//

years later, standing on the roof of national city’s tallest building—which isn’t catco, as much as cat might like to think it is—she hates him again.

the rain is so cold even she is shivering. head tilted up to the sky, she doesn’t both wiping away the torrent drenching her face, her hair. her cape drags heavy on her shoulders, a sopping weight, and she whips it to the side when it tangles around her ankle. the move flicks water off it like a spray of diamonds, shattering against the concrete where the rest of the water, the rest of the world, trembles at her step. she paces the roof of the building, eyes fixed on some distant point, the heart of the storm.

there comes a sound that only she can hear, and she pauses at the corner of the building. poised there, lightning cracks and illuminates her against the backdrop of a broiling, immense storm. it cloaks the whole city in shadow, clings to everything with its misted tendrils, and she is no exception. she would be engulfed in it, but for the power gathered behind her eyes—white-hot and furious.

and when the thunder drums again, like a call to war, kara’s edges are sharp enough to be a war all by herself.

lightning cracks the sky wide open. thunder follows it instantly in a boom. the wind that comes tearing flings back kara’s hair, her cape, shudders against the windows stories far below her feet.

kara clenches her jaw, braces herself against it. her eyes flash hotter.

she saw diana catch lightning in her hands once, knows better than most that many things in the world are more than they are given credit for. this storm is more than crashing particles—this is her challenge, her fight, and by everything that exists in this world, rao will hear her!

“DUAHZ VOIEHD KRYPTAHNIUM,” she yells up to the clouds.

the thunder rolls. grumbles, shatters into itself.

“TA-RRIV RRAOP-RAO RAOGRYHS PAHDH IRSTUN OSH KHAP!”

she gets no answer save the lightning that zips down toward her and kara’s eyes flash. she grits her teeth around a scream and launches herself right at it, catches it on the bands diana gifted her and doesn’t stop, punches right up through the clouds to the heart of the storm. she winds the lightning around her, grips it tight.

“rao,” she yells, voice dragged raw.

the wind is stronger here and it whips her hair across her face, stinging, and everything tastes like hot metal and salt water. she holds tight to the lightning just to feel it burn. feels the answering sting in a line down her chest, sternum to navel. “rao, ta-rriv rraop-rao pahdh voiehd? khap eiahm,” she whispers. the words are tugged from her, ripped from her lips. she wills it out, up, to the right ears. the right heart. “khap eiahm, ewuhsh gehd.”

1. a formal introduction; or, skulir: verb, the active form: to look, to examine.

//

kara is six years old when she finds out that she will have a husband. she considers it for two days, silently, before bringing it up to anyone.

a tall figure in blue—that’s all kara can see under her thin blanket—stands in the doorway of her bedroom. “your mother says you’re not well. do you want to come out from under that blanket?”

“no.”

“no?”  the bed creaks as she sits on kara’s bed. “then perhaps i shall sit here with you. is that alright?” kara murmurs her assent, scoots over a little to make space in the bed. “i brought your stars, little one. are you sure you don’t want to see them? we were only partway through the primaries.” astra waits a moment for kara’s response. when it doesn’t come immediately, she offers, “you may hold the star jar, if you wish.”

kara kicks her feet under the blanket as she considers that.

finally, she pulls down the covers. “just the stars?” she asks, fixing her aunt with a suspicious look.

astra leans over, presses a kiss to her forehead. “just the stars,” she promises, and kara rolls around in her bed, bundles the blankets around herself, and thumps down into astra’s lap. her aunt pulls her close, strokes her hair back from her forehead.

“there is my darling star,” she murmurs. she activates the holo-reader—kara’s ‘star jar’—and scatters the stars across the ceiling. once it’s active, she allows kara to hold it in her little hands.

kara stays there, tucked up into astra, listening to her explaining the primary stars and astra cards her fingers down her long hair until kara’s nervous gut unclenches and she asks what has been bothering her.

“does everyone get married?”

astra’s voice falters, and then stops. she looks down at her niece, bemused by the topic change. “married?”

“fardhogh-cheh says that everyone gets married. that parents pick someone and then you have to spend your whole life with them.”

“did he put it like that?” astra crooks a finger under kara’s chin, tilts it up to look at her. “hmm, little one?” she tickles under kara’s chin and astra’s eyes, so clear and fond, are brighter than rao’s midday light. kara cuddles into her, ducks her head again. “have you been concerned about this?”

“...no.”

astra tickles at kara’s shoulder, makes her squirm. “for how long?”

“…two days.”

“i see. you do like to keep things to yourself, don’t you, little one?” kara shrugs. “well, it is nothing to be concerned about. marriage is a union between families.”

“who will it be?”

“he will be of good standing—”

“will he be nice?” kara asks, and with it comes the flood of questions that have blinded her for the last few days. “do i know them? how long do i have? what happens? do i have to get married? do i get to choose him? why do i have to get married? what does it do? is it scary?”

“these are a lot of questions.”

“i have a lot of questions,” kara agrees quietly.  

“a curious mind can be dangerous, little one,”

“questions are good!” she argues, struggles to sit up and away, and astra nods. she helps kara, tries not to laugh at the bundle of a girl who wriggles away, irate at the suggestion that questions might not be a good thing.

“always. but you should share them with your family or else you may get lost in them.” astra strokes  down her cheek. “and i would not like that.”

“oh.” kara waits a moment. “so?”

astra glances away, tries not to smile. “your betrothed,” she tells her niece, “will be chosen by your family, we who love you. we will not let you be bonded to someone unworthy, not when you are more precious to us than all else.”

“but what’s the point?”

“marriage is a union. do you know of shokh?”

“truth,” kara nods impatiently. “the first virtue.”

“the primary virtue, yes, on which we base all dealings. shokh is the virtue all unions are based on. a family would never agree to a union without first knowing who their beloved shall be bonded to, just as one would never agree to an alliance or business without knowing who extends their hand. it is a virtue that persists throughout a union—shokh is constant. unwavering. it is about learning and knowledge and discovery. sharing.” she hugs kara to her, strokes her hair again, out of her thoughtful eyes. “does that make sense, little one?”

“yes. but,” kara smiles, a little shy, when astra laughs. “i have more questions.”

“of course you do. share them with me,” she encourages, sets the star field aside for another night.

alura joins them later, knocking gently on kara’s bedroom door. she peeks in, relaxes against the door when she sees them curled there.

“you are feeling better then, kara?”  kara nods—sheepish, small in her aunt’s arms, but she nods. “i’m so glad. you’ve had us worried. we had to call in reinforcements.”

“reinforcements?” kara sits up quickly, looks back over her shoulder at her aunt. “you’re reinforcements?”

astra laughs, throws her head back. “your parents were worried.” she lets kara go when she wriggles away from her, goes to stand defiant in the centre of the room, her little frown stern and her little arms crossed. “do not be displeased with me, little one.”

kara considers the request for a time, before she flicks her hair back over her shoulders and walks out of the room. she makes her way out of their home and down the long corridor before loud steps follow her and she breaks into a run before zor-el plucks her clean off the ground and carries her home.

“i’m mad at you.”

“it was your mother’s idea,” he tells her, in that low rumble of a voice she loves so much. she leans back into his chest—but keeps her arms folded to show her displeasure.

“zor-el!” alura is waiting for them at the doorway to their quarters and she shoots him an unamused look before she cups kara’s face, drags her thumbs over her cheeks. “we were worried,” she tells kara. when her daughter just pouts, she nods for zor-el to take her to the table. they sit her at the table and kara swings her little feet, plops her chin down on the edge. alura turns to her sister. “astra, will you join us?”

“if the little one will have me,” she agrees, and kara huffs but doesn’t disagree. she’s pretty sure she doesn’t get to disagree—astra sounds far too amused for kara to have any real say in the matter.

it’s alura’s night to cook and kara waits to be served. her little feet swing under the chair and she holds her cutlery in a clumsy fist, prods at the food in front of her.

finally, she heaves a great sigh.

“who will you choose for me?”

her father looks up from his comms, peers across at her. “choose for what?”

“to be my husband.” she pouts a little, bottom lip jutting out with a stubborn, stubborn chin. “if he’s not nice, i’m not gonna say yes.”

“he’ll be nice, my sweet,” her mother laughs. kara frowns over at her and alura reaches out, draws a finger down the crinkle in her forehead. “why are you so distraught? he will be your companion, your most trusted friend.”

“because of truth?” kara rolls her eyes, plops her fork in her food, swirls it around. “what about…love?” she stumbles over the word a little. it’s not said often. she’s only heard it twice before; her aunt and uncle, in love, and once by her tutor when kara asked him to explain it.

“love?” zor-el blinks twice before he smiles at his wife, and astra. “you have a few years before we’ll start looking. at least two.”

“zor-el!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking!” to kara, whose pouting has doubled, he smiles, leans down to press a kiss against her soft, sweet-smelling hair. “if you find someone,” he tells her, “let us know.”

she wears her outfit like armour, black and red, and her smile is like a serpent—quick and striking.

kara knows who she is—she wasn’t allowed out of the house the day alex found out that lena luthor had moved to national city—but it’s not the same as standing in front of her. which she only gets to do for a split second because lena luthor moves surprisingly quickly in her heels.

“i won’t ask how you got to this level without an escort,” she says with that smile again, “if you promise to make this quick. i’ve a meeting in fifteen minutes, one i really can not miss.”

her eyes linger on kara longer than clark.

“i know what you’re here for,” she says, and she flicks her hair back over her shoulders with a quick gesture. strides into her office—kara glances around at the sleek modern lines, the white, the small touches of any life. this isn’t an office to relax in, this isn’t a place to hide in. she follows the lines back to lena. “you’re here to find out why i wasn’t aboard the venture yesterday.”

she doesn’t give an inch the entire conversation—only stumbles over her words once when she looks at kara again, curious, and this time kara is able to catch the look, to hold her gaze, and then kara gets to introduce herself.

it’s…clumsy.

clumsy is really the only word for it. she stumbles over her words and it’s not polished or smart—and it makes probably the worst impression for catco not to mention herself—but lena listens before throwing out a little tidbit clark’s way.

kara can’t get a firm idea on who she is though—clark thinks he knows, clark always thinks he knows, but kara waits and waits and then lena is looking right at her and that’s the moment. she looks her dead in the eyes and it’s the chink in the armour: “i’m just a woman trying to make a name for herself outside her family”, lena tells her, and when she asks if they can understand, kara says yes. before even thinking about it. it was just a glimpse but...she’s seen her.

she can’t stop seeing her.

she’s dynamic, and brilliant, and quick, and she’s built herself up again and kara isn’t able to recapture that moment—that moment when she’s sure, absolutely, of who she is seeing—but each time she gets close enough to open another door, it confirms what kara has already seen.

lena, who builds hospitals for children. who defies her mother. who works late into the night, who says she will change her company for good and follows through, who dares and pushes and fights, who has something sharp and fierce and dangerous inside her and keeps it locked up tight. someone who fills her office with flowers, who crosses into kara’s life briefly, gently, like she’s afraid she’ll be overstepping should she stay too long. someone who leans in and admits with a quirk of a laugh that she only has one friend, and kara wants to take her hand when lena’s eyes tell her not only that it’s true, but that she’s not sure she even has that many.

“oh my god,” lena whispers, and kara buckles under the weight of a truck for a split second before she stands—it’s not that it’s heavy, it’s really not at all, it’s just that she’s holding a truck in her hands and lena is standing two feet away and staring. “oh m-you’re her,” she breathes, and there’s something small and pained and shaky in her voice, in her eyes, and kara is afraid.

she’s afraid, standing in jeans and flats and her favourite bright yellow sweater and holding a truck over her head. her glasses are sitting askew on her nose, the woman she thinks is her best friend looks like she doesn’t recognise her, and the box of donuts she’d been holding is on the road. splattered.

she’ll hate you for it, lillian had said, and the words spread like ice from her sternum and out, freezing her chest and making her breath come brittle and sharp.

“lena,” she starts, and it snaps them both out of the frozen moment.

lena glances quickly around, hisses at kara to put the truck down.

kara catches it before it hits the ground, lowers it gently. she checks on the driver, who is unconscious, and with a nervous look lena’s way, kara lowers her glasses to check him over. because, what the hell, right? lena knows. lena knows. lena already knows so kara can use her x-ray vision around her and free him from the crumpled cabin where he had crashed before the truck careened toward them.

she lays him out on the pavement, calls the ambulance for him and, when she looks over at lena to decide on their next move, lena takes her by the hand and kara follows.

“lena,”

“don’t.”

kara bites down on her tongue all the way back to her apartment. her hands are shaking badly when she tries to unlock the door so lena does it for her, and kara opens and closes her hands but they still feel cold right to the tips.

lena shrugs out of her coat, hangs it on the hook. she drops her bag on the floor.

kara stands in the centre of her living room and closes her teeth around her tongue and- “look at me,” lena requests, and kara shakes all the way down her spine but lifts her chin and opens herself up for lena to see. to see her.

“lena,”

“it’s too late to say it was adrenaline,” lena tells her, voice thick. “or a doppelgänger. or whatever it is you’re about to say so just save it.”

“i wasn’t—i wasn’t going to make an excuse,” kara whispers. “i was just going to say t-that i’m sorry.”

lena purses her lips, pulls her brows into a harsh frown, but what makes it so, so bad is that kara can still see her. see how she’s doing it—letting herself get angry, get cold and harsh, because this whole thing is hurting her and it’s easier, better, less shitty to be cold, to be angry, than have someone you trust hurt you.

“what was it?” lena asks. kara makes a tiny sound of incomprehension. “what convinced you,” lena clarifies, voice so clear and steady, “of who i am? that i couldn’t be trusted?” kara blinks. “shall i guess?” she slaps her phone down on the counter, stalks over to closer to the door. she faces away from kara for a moment before spinning back around, a parody of a smile in place. “it was beth, wasn’t it? see, i thought that was too good to be true. you listening to me, holding me. i should have known you were hearing how easily i could become a true luthor.”

“lena, no,”

“or did i have no chance at all? dear lex,” she sneers, top lip curling. “my dear brother. he didn’t stand a chance, you know. not with lillian for a mother. that’s how it goes, isn’t it? we all become our parents? it’ll be me next, i suppose,” she laughs.

“stop it,” kara whispers. lena’s words are too prepared to be new. she’s showing more of herself to kara now than maybe she even knows. or maybe there’s no reason now to hold back these fears. or maybe it’s better to say them when lena knows they’ll hurt kara the most.

“stop?” she laughs, a brittle sound. “why? why should i? i saved the world with you!”

“i know.”

“but it doesn’t matter what i do, only what i become. and everyone’s made their mind up about that already.”

“no,” kara tells her, steps toward her.

lena steps quicker away, toward the kitchen to put the island between them. kara stops.

“i refuse to believe that is true,” she insists. “i see you, lena,”

“you and everyone else,”

“i see you! not your parents. not your brother. i see you.” lena scoffs. kara reaches out, not to lena since she won’t allow it, but presses her fingers to the hard wood of the counter. “we are not our parents. and you are not this cold, hard person you pretend to be! i won’t let you use that excuse!”

“excuse?” lena’s eyebrows shoot up.

“to leave! to give in, give up. whatever you want to do! i won’t let you, i will fight for you,”

“right,” she scoffs.

“you are my friend and i am not losing you over this,” kara insists, nods firmly.

“friends. a super and a luthor,”

“kara and lena,”

“oh please,”

“you please,” kara snaps, tries to mimic lena’s scoffing tone. she flings her hands up, frustrated. “stop making this into that.”

“we can’t escape it that easily, kara,” lena says, forcing more of that drawling edge into her tone in a way kara knows is supposed to make her feel stupid and childish and little. “we are what we are made to be—”

“then guess what,” kara bites out, narrows her eyes. “i’m a soldier. i’m a warrior, made only to follow orders. i was built. i was chosen specifically to be fast, and strong, and smart. the perfect soldier. that’s who i was made to be. or, or if i’m to become my parents like you think then guess what. my parents lied to their entire planet. my father built a bomb to kill everyone except for people like him. the one your mother found?” kara smiles, humourless.

lena stares, eyes dipping to that smile.

“he made that. and my mother? she cast judgement on her own sister and put her in the depths of space. it’s an awful place.” her voice dips, wavers. “there is no light there, and no hope. and my mother put her there to let her rot. my parents were proud and stupid and selfish,” kara tells her, and her voice shakes. she’s distantly aware that she’s crying but lena…lena can never let herself be soft, kara knows that about her, so she’ll do it for her. she’ll melt, she’ll cry, she’ll be soft, and give and give and give. she’ll do that, if that’s what needs to be done.

kara pulls on every scrap of el courage to push her shoulders back and do just that. keeps her eyes steadily on lena, open. she sniffs, wipes at her cheek, but doesn’t look away.

“they built a spaceship in secret and they saved me, but they lied to everyone there and let them all die. just to save me and my cousin.”

lena blinks.

her lipstick is a dark plum today. kara watches her hesitate, pull a corner of her bottom lip into her mouth and suck away some of the colour.

“and, and maybe i am going to be like them. but i want to believe that i will be their best qualities. we, kryptonians, we came from people who had forgotten how to love so much so that my cousin was the first natural born child in generations. i don’t understand how that can be,” she says quietly. her gaze goes a little fuzzy and, for a moment, she thinks she can see them standing there with lena in her kitchen. “they loved me so much that they did everything they could. every selfish, horrible, secret thing they had to do to save me. and my father was proud and protective and he made an awful ting in the defence of his planet and i won’t do what he did. but his decisions? i am the only one left who knows them, and i will bear that. because if i don’t, then maybe one day i will become that alien your mother is so afraid of. i am my parents child, but i will be me first. and i,” kara swallows. her eyelashes flutter and she finally closes her eyes, leans in against the corner of the kitchen island. presses the blunt edge of it against her palm. “i just wanted you to see her. me. not telling you was never, ever about you not being good enough, lena,” she insists. “i just wanted to be me.”

she thinks she hears lena sigh, hears the faintest “oh” escaping on the back of that breath, but when she opens her eyes lena still looks cold and unmoved. the longer lena stares, the more kara wants to pull away.

but she doesn’t. or can’t. not when she remembers lena curled into that couch telling her about a woman in prison she wants to kill, and about how afraid she is, and about the paths laid out ahead of her and how she’s paralysed. because down each path is more fear, or madness, or death, and she wants so desperately to pick the right path.

and kara remembers how lena had let kara hold her.

she sees her.

and lena stares right back. it hits her, in a lurching way that feels like falling without powers, that lena sees her too. sees someone.

kara desperately wants to know what lena sees, who she is to this woman. feels herself crack a little when she realises what she’s done. what she’s tried to hide, the secrets she’s laid out, whatever hope there was behind them, to pretend to be a person lena could like.

lena, who has had to live with artifice and secrets her whole life.

“i’m sorry,” she says into the silence, and lena jerks her chin up slightly. kara sags. lifts an exhausted hand up to her glasses, apparently still sitting askew. huh. she hadn’t noticed. “i’m so sorry. i just, i wanted,”

“what were their names?”

lena looks as surprised about the question as kara feels, if the way she plucks at her fingers means anything.

“names?”

“your parents.”

“oh. i,” kara blinks a few times, quickly. “alura, my mother. and zor-el, my father. and me, kara zor-el.”

lena nods. folds her arms over her stomach, nervous fingers clenching around her arms. “you took your fathers name.”

“we aren’t so different,” kara jokes, and lena’s lips quirk upward very, very slightly. “they would have liked you. intelligence was one of our most admired traits.”

lena doesn’t seem to know what to do with that, and kara doesn’t know what to do at all.

all the tension has seeped out of the moment, leaving the corners of the room hollow and making each breath and nervous step sound louder than they are. finally kara reaches up, shakes her hair out of its plait. tosses her glasses onto the couch. after a moment, she goes after the glasses and places them instead on the coffee table because she has twelve pairs of broken glasses as historical evidence that she’s going to forget they’re there and sit on them.

she runs her hands through her hair, plucking out the bobby pins.

“can i see?”

kara yelps, bobby pin yanking at her hair, surprised by the question. “huh?”

“the,” lena unfolds an arm, gestures toward kara who stands frozen. “the…i mean,” she laughs quick, nervous, eyes flick over kara like she’s suddenly realising she’s been fighting with a superpowered alien. “you held up a truck.”

“it was going to hit you.”

“you can fly.” there’s the slightest edge of hesitation, like lena is about to say screw this, it was adrenaline after all, and kara steps up into the air before she can. touches her fingers to the ceiling. floats back down. she’s not going back, she’s not running away from this. she can’t. not anymore.

“i can.”

“you saved my life.”

“you’ve saved mine too.”

“that’s true enough,” lena agrees, lips snaking into a satisfied smirk. kara is enraptured by the way her eyes soften, though. she feels her jaw drop open a little, can’t help it, and something shifts and settles in her chest.

kara shivers.

lena knows, finally. everything is out in the open.

lena sees her too. what she does with it now, kara doesn’t know, but after all this time...it’s a beginning.

#tagging my stories #accidental marriage fic #supergirl #supercorp #i know i said it was going to be a oneshot but it was getting out of control #& its silly to keep from posting the complete bits #anyway whatever pls enjoy #Anonymous

[mrsbenedictbridgerton]

Knot because I love you, just because I care (part 3 of 7-ish)

Her visa was up. He offered to help. That's what friends are for -right?

Not beta’d - my mistakes :P

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“I still can’t believe you two kept this a secret,” Mary Margaret cooed. “Well Emma is good at playing her cards close to her chest,” Ruby observed, looking at the other ladies around the table with a knowing eye. “Well I think it’s romantic. From friends, to lovers to husband and wife within a few months? It’s a pretty great story.” Emma nodded automatically at Belle’s words, still not believing that it was happening; that this was her bachelorette party (“‘Hen party’ is what they are called here, Killian had told her. She thought that just sounded weird). Or even more so that tomorrow they would actually be married. “Earth to Emma.” Ruby was waving her hand in from of Emma’s face. “You zoned out there for a minute.” “Sorry, I’m just tired…” “What, has Killian been keeping you up late? I bet he has quite a few tricks in his pants.” She folded her arms on the table and leaned closer to where Emma sat opposite her, “So, is he good?” Emma blushed a deeper shade of red than the dress she was currently wearing. “Ruby!” Mary Margaret screeched, tossing half a breadstick at their outspoken friend. “We’ve all thought it,” she shrugged. “I,er…” Emma stumbled. She had somehow managed to not think about Killian in that way before. Well, only fleetingly when they first met and she saw how tight his jeans were. But even through this whole marriage thing it hadn’t occurred to her that people would assume they were having sex. Much less ask about it. “You don’t have to answer that,” Tink added, tossing Ruby a small scowl. “Ruby is just being an arse.” Ruby stuck out her tongue just as their waiter arrived with a fresh round of cocktails provided the perfect exit from that line of questioning. Emma eagerly accepted her margarita, taking a long sip, letting it calm her nerves. “I do have one question,” Belle asked as she twirled the straw that sat in her strawberry daiquiri. “When did it happen? I mean, when did you get together? You’ve both been very coy about it.” Emma smiled against the rim of her glass. This story they had prepared in advance. There were certain things that they knew would be asked and that was one of them. “It was a few weeks before Christmas and I’d had a pretty shitty day, this guy I’d been tailing gave me the slip and I was down at The Rabbit Hole drowning my sorrows. Killian showed up, to watch some soccer game, I forget which one. And we ended up drinking and talking and… it just happened.” Belle smiled dreamily. “He kissed you.” Emma’s eyes widened. Though they’d talked through the basics of their ‘getting together’ they hadn’t gone as far as the mechanics of the situation. “Um, yeah, I guess he did,” she mumbled, sipping again on her drink to occupy her mouth. The mouth that Killian Jones had certainly never once kissed.

It was raining. London had many kinds of rain. Like that fine misty one that gets a person soaked in seconds. Then there is the thin icy type that always seems to land in your eye and roll down the collar of your shirt. And her least favourite, the relentless sheets type, that sways with the wind and somehow seems to hit you sideways. The last kind had left her soaked and standing dripping on the little mat outside the door of Killian Jones flat just shy of midnight. The door opened, revealing a sweatpants and t-shirt clad Killian, his hair mussed up, his feet bare. His bachelor party had been the weekend before - he’d taken great pleasure in anticipating how much of a hangover she would have on the day of the ceremony, declaring that he planned to be ‘as fresh as a daisy’. True to his word he had clearly been asleep in bed. “Swan? You're soaked-” “We haven’t kissed,” she blurted out, her words a little fuzzy after those three cocktails she had consumed over dinner. He cocked his head. “We’re getting married tomorrow and I still haven’t kissed you,” she continued, barging past him and into the living room that the door opened onto. She dropped her purse on an armchair and then wrapped her arms around herself - whether in response to the cold or her nerves she wasn’t quite sure. She heard the door close and Killian followed after her. “Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” he teased, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants. “It’s not midnight yet and you are avoiding my question.” “I believe you made a statement, rather than asked me a question.” “You know what I mean.” Killian sank to sit on the arm of the chair that Emma had tossed her purse onto. “Are you asking me to kiss you?” “No - yes - I don’t know…" Emma let her head roll back and look at the ceiling. "I was just thinking earlier that tomorrow a whole bunch of the people we care about are going to watch us say these stupid words and then they are going to expect us to kiss and-” she finally let herself look at him. His brow was all scrunched up and his hands were planted firmly on his thighs. “I just don’t think the first time I kiss you should be in front of an audience.” His expression was serious and for a moment, he was quiet. Then slowly he stood, his hands reached out to cup her face, his thumbs brushing briefly across her cheeks before his lips pressed against hers. It was an ever so gentle kiss - not at all what she was expecting. His touch was featherlight, barely even lasting a moment before he was pulling away and studying her face. “Better?” Wordlessly, she nodded. Despite it’s brevity, the kiss had left a tingle on her lips - together with a strange and unexpected sensation. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to know if that tingling was from the margaritas or from him (she was inclined to believe it was the latter). Clearly, that was off the table. He was her friend and kissing him again would give him all the wrong kind of ideas- (Like she enjoyed the kiss. Like she enjoyed kissing him. Like she liked him in that way.) He was still staring at her, reading her as if she was an open book, with lines etched across her face. He was clearly waiting for her to say something. So Emma being Emma, she decided to pour some cold water on the situation. She quickly folded her arms and then licked her lips. (Not thinking about the fact that his lips had been there just seconds before-) “Why are you doing this?" He sighed at her question, lifting up a hand to run over his beard, "I mean it's not like you love me-” “My you are full of questions today, aren’t you?” He was teasing her. But she wasn’t stupid, she could see the the brief frown that passed over his features, almost instantly replaced by the soft little smile that she’d seen a lot of recently. His hands rested on her shoulders a second, before sliding down her rain soaked coat and resting on her arms. “No love, it’s not because I love you; rather it’s because I care.” His smile deepened a second, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes fanning out over his cheeks. “You're a good woman and I've done some quite shitty things in my time. Perhaps I'm trying to redeem myself with a good deed?” Emma scoffed softly, briefly staring at his lips again before meeting his eyes. “So I'm your penance?” His smile faltered, his hands moving to hover above where they had previously rested. “Hardly, love.” He shuffled briefly on his feet, increasing the distance between them. “Try and look upon it as a good deed. Perhaps one day you will be able to pay it forward.” While it was still hard to believe that a person would do something this big for her just out of kindness, she couldn’t deny the truth of the current situation. “I guess I’m not used to people doing nice things for me.” “Well that, love, is a true tragedy. And one that I hope to start making amends for come one pm at Wimbledon registry office.” A little light feeling fluttered in her stomach. It might have been the first flickers of excitement. Killian has said more than once that even though it wasn’t real didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun. It would be like play acting he’d told her - a chance to be someone else for a day. Kinda. “Thirteen hours away,” she hummed, “I should be going and sleeping or something, shouldn’t I?” He nodded, his eyes flickering closed. “That might be a good idea.” Emma picked up her purse, offering Killian one last smile that she hoped gave him a little hint of how grateful she was. “See you tomorrow?” “Aye Swan,” he nodded. And before she could make for the door, he was close again pressing another kiss on her skin but this time upon her forehead. Her breath caught unexpectedly in her throat, her hands automatically rising up to rest on his chest for the briefest of seconds. “Goodnight,” he whispered. Her heart seemed to thump in her chest when she looked up at him again, her own goodnight barely audible against the rush of blood in her ears, her body moving to the door while her eyes lingered upon him. Outside it had stopped raining but Emma wasn’t really thinking about that. Instead she was fully occupied with considering the significance that his kiss had left her skin tingling once again. It wasn’t the tequila, it was definitely him.

A/N: I'm having altogether too much fun with this. I was thinking it would be 5 parts, but I'm now leaning towards 7. We shall see what the old muse comes up with! Thanks for reading.

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