#so maybe it's better said as destined to end up with a woman if they end up with someone

[circlique]

I'm sorry I just love the idea that the Avatar, regardless of gender, is destined to end up with a woman.

#avatar #atla #kataang #korrasami #rangshi #then you also have roku and ta min #kuruk and ummi #i guess szeto and yangchen are wildcards because they had no known love interest #so maybe it's better said as destined to end up with a woman if they end up with someone

[wileys-russo]

under the mistletoe II s.blackstenius x reader

merry christmas eve besties under the mistletoe II s.blackstenius x reader

"oh they decorated!" you noticed right away as you wandered into colney for training, amanda by your side having driven you as the two of you often took turns since you lived in the same complex.

"ha! that is going to be fun." amanda nudged you and pointed to the random tufts of fake mistletoe hung up around as you both made your way to the changing rooms, music already pumping away in the distance.

"oh if you wanted a kiss why didn't you say!" you teased, kissing her cheek as she pushed you away with a roll of her eyes, having adopted an older sister role of sorts since you'd both moved to arsenal this season.

of course you were already welcomed in by your fellow national team mates, grateful to know some of the team on your first day as lina and stina both wasted no time showing the two of you around and making sure you settled in.

stina in particular you'd always been quite fond of, the two of you often spending time together on national duty you were hopeful that it might continue to build into something a little more than friends now you both played for arsenal.

you'd liked her for a couple of years now, more of a silly little crush than anything else that you always assumed was one way. well you did, until the world cup.

you were all out as a team celebrating your bronze medals when stina had pulled you away from the group claiming she didn't want to go to the toilet by herself, only within seconds of the two of you having a moment alone her lips were on yours.

the kiss was messy to say the least with both your bloodstreams pumped full of alcohol, though you never got a chance to see where it might have lead as a very drunk frido stumbled around the corner and crashed into the two of you, stina practically running away the moment she did leaving you to look after frido and with a head a mess of thoughts.

you'd waited to see if she'd bring up the kiss, she never did.

afraid she was just too drunk to remember or worse she'd purposefully chosen to forget, you kept it to yourself and remained grateful it didn't change how the blonde acted around you.

especially now at the same club you found yourself spending even more time with her, though rarely one on one it was generally in a group setting she still gravitated to your side, pairing up for drills and sitting beside you most chances she could.

if you didn't know any better you'd swear sometimes she flirted with you, showering you with praise and compliments followed by an awkward little smile or hug before she'd race away and leave you wondering if maybe she did remember the kiss.

then reality would sink in and you'd remind yourself that this was just how stina was, how she'd always be and that just friends seemed to be your destined fate together.

hearing your phone start to ring you nodded for amanda to enter the changing room as you speed walked a little more out of earshot of the music pumping from inside as you clicked accept and moved it to your ear.

"Vännen!" you smiled hearing the familiar accent ring through the phone. "hello frido." you chuckled, dumping your bag by your feet and leaning your back against the wall behind you.

"hello frido. god you sound so english!" the woman gagged making you laugh and curse at her in swedish. "sorry should i have said it in spanish? hola puta!" you teased as she clicked her tongue at you and you could only imagine the way her eyes would be rolling on the other end of the line.

"i'll be having alexia speak with laia if she's going to continue to teach you only bad words in spanish!" the blonde warned jokingly though you really wouldn't put it past her to do so. "how is the knee Gumman?" you smirked as she swore at you with a huff for the nickname meaning old woman.

"still attached to my leg, we are getting there. very slowly!" frido sighed as you frowned sympathetically, having been looked after by the older girl ever since you'd joined the national team years ago you cared for her very deeply so to know she was unable to play at the moment was painful.

"how is your crush on stina?" your sympathy melted away at her teasing tone. "she is so confusing, it kills me!" you groaned, looking around to make sure you were alone as frido prompted you to elaborate.

"when it is just us she is so sweet. always getting things for me like my food or my bag or my boots, pulling me to sit with her on the bus, always complimenting me and hugging me and i think she might like me back. but she is that way with everyone!" you sighed, rubbing your spare hand against your face and noticing a few of the girls start to file out of the change rooms for training.

"but she has not kissed everyone Vännen. tell her how you feel!" frido reminded softly as you sighed. "she does not remember that, or if she does then she has chosen to forget, and i do not wish to make a fool of myself by bringing it up or ruining things. i have to go we have training, i will call you tonight?" you offered, wanting a better chance to catch up with the girl who agreed before you ended the call.

now one of the last to get ready you hurried down the hall and into the change rooms, dropping down by your cubby and hurrying to change into your boots, stripping off your hoodie and tossing it behind you.

"did someone sleep in this morning?" you glanced up to meet bright blue eyes and an amused smile. "no i was speaking with frido." you returned her smile, lacing up your boots and rummaging around for your drink bottle with a frown.

though before you could worry any further it appeared in front of you in stina's tight hold, you taking it from her and standing with a grateful smile. "tack själv!" you sighed and craned your head up to kiss her cheek, walking out of the change rooms and missing the way the blondes whole face lit up bright red and she hurried after you.

"the decorations are nice." you smiled as she caught up with you, the clacking of your boots loud against the polished floors as stina hummed in agreement.

the morning passed by with nothing out of the ordinary, everyone pausing just before lunch to watch laura do her first run on the grass, both you and stina quite close with the austrian defender cheered loudly and proudly.

breaking for lunch everyone returned to the change rooms to swap shoes, the afternoons media session studying the weekends opponents not requiring cleats.

"mistletoe Snygging!" you barely had time to look up before katie had almost tackled you to the bench, faux bunch in her hand and held over your head as she pressed a wet kiss to your cheek and you pushed her off wiping your cheek.

"who taught you Snygging?" you laughed as she grinned and nodded to lina before racing off to find another victim. "i never understand that." you looked to your right to meet stinas frown. "what?" you questioned, slipping your hoodie back on over your training top.

"mistletoe, the kissing. seems silly!" stina shrugged as you only hummed. "i think its sweet, maybe a little silly but still fun." you smiled softly, looking up as vic and kyra raced past, vic having 'accidentally' dumped her water on the australians head.

"ah! stop that, go change you are all wet and its freezing." you warned the younger girls who ignored you with a shrug, kyra aiming her bottle at vic who ducked at the last minute causing kyra to spray her bottle all over you.

"sorry!" the australian apologized with a wince as steph grabbed her and you sighed waving her away. "here." you felt a tap to your thigh and looked up to see stina offering you her own hoodie which you gratefully accepted after peeling off your own soaked one.

you tried not to dwell on how it felt to be wrapped up in the large bundle of material, drowned in the scent of her shampoo and the woody tones of her perfume which tickled at your nose and allowed your body to settle.

"won't you be cold?" you questioned as she changed out of her long sleeve into her short. "some of us have real scandinavian blood in us, don't feel the cold." she teased as you pinched her and she laughed, offering you a hand up.

you expected her to let go of you once she pulled you to your feet but to your surprise her arm settled over your shoulders pulling you into her side as she walked the two of you toward the cafeteria.

"are you going home for christmas?" the blonde asked curiously as you gave her a strange look. "we booked the same flight back!" you laughed, all four of you travelling home together at the end of the season having booked the tickets only a couple of weeks ago.

"no! i mean to your families house." stina corrected, cheeks tinted slightly pink as she handed you a tray. "oh! no, my sister is hosting everyone this year." the two of you conversed about your plans, laura joining you as you both pulled her into tight hugs of congratulation and stinas arm left your shoulder.

filing into the media room after lunch it wasn't anything new when stina tugged on the back of your her hoodie to signal you sit beside her, your head falling to her shoulder as you chatted to alessia in front of you.

the room quietened as jonas and the coaching staff arrived, everyone settling down and paying attention throughout the entire presentation.

when the lights flicked back on a couple of hours later the room winced and chatter resumed as the coaching staff left and everyone started to stretch out tired limbs and do the same.

wandering back toward the change rooms to grab bags and head off for the day the mood was upbeat, everyone tired but excited to be done for the day, a group invitation of going out for dinner thrown about as some accepted but most declined with the weather outside worsening.

"ah ah ah!" you jolted to a stop as a hand planted on your chest stopping you in your tracks as stina ran into the back of you and apologised, katie blocking the two of you from entering.

"mistletoe!" katie smirked nodding upwards as you rolled your eyes. "didn't see you harassing anyone else for a kiss mccabe!" you chuckled, trying to go around her as she blocked the doorway again.

"not me. the two of you, go on! its bad luck not to have a little smooch." katie grinned wolfishly wiggling her eyebrows, waving off a few of the girls who yelled out from inside for her to leave you both alone.

"katie come on, move." you groaned trying to shoulder her out of the way without succeeding in moving her an inch. "stina! don't want bad luck do ya?" the irishwoman grinned over your head to the taller girl behind you who up until now hadn't said a word.

"i do not care and i do not want to kiss her katie, move." her words were blunt and hurt you much more than you cared to admit, katie not missing the way your face changed to convey so and quickly moving out of your way as you hurried inside.

"hey Älskling-" you heard amanda sit beside you and place a hand on your shoulder with a concerned look as you shook your head and pushed away her hand. "can we go please?" you murmured quietly grabbing your bag, cheeks hot with humiliation as the older girl nodded.

pulling off stina's hoodie you shoved it into her hands without a word or a look in her direction and pushed past her, ignoring her calls after you as you followed amanda out to the car, hearing kim and leah rip into katie for embarrassing the two of you and trying not to pretend you cared.

"vänta en minut!" footsteps pounded after you as amanda turned and spotted stina hurrying after the two of you, squeezing your arm and saying she'd wait for you in the car, leaving before you could even say another word.

with a sigh you stopped, allowing stina to catch up to you and find her breath for a moment, nodding for you to follow her into one of the meeting rooms for a little privacy.

"i'm so sorry, it came out wrong." she rushed out quickly, hands playing with the strap of her gym bag as you shrugged. "its fine stina, no need to be sorry." you forced a smile and turned to leave as she moved to grab your wrist.

"please, hear me out." she pleaded as you gave her an odd look but nodded, gesturing for her to continue as she took a deep breath. "okay. i just-" she paused, clearly struggling with how to continue.

"at the world cup, there was one night after the win when we went out partying. we were very drunk and you looked so happy and beautiful and...free." your cheeks blushed a little at her words not expecting them.

"i saw you dancing with the others and not with me so i took your hand and told you to come to the toilet with me-" your chest tightened at her words, not daring to believe you were really hearing this.

"-but really i just wanted to kiss you, with the alcohol in me i felt like i had all the courage i never had before." your breath stopped entirely at that.

"and so we..." she trailed off rubbing the back of her neck. "-we kissed." you finished for her as she gave you an incredulous look of surprise. "you remember?" you nodded at that and her face seemed to fall.

"this was a mistake." she shook her head and turned to leave as now you took hold of her wrist and pulled her back. "no, please finish." you asked, voice barely above a whisper as she hesitated but eventually nodded.

"-we kissed. then frido interrupted and you looked embarrassed so i left, then we never spoke about it so i assumed you were just too drunk and thats why you kissed me back." she admitted quietly and you couldn't help but let out a peal of laughter.

"what is funny?" "this. you, me, all of it." "i knew this was a mistake."

"no no! i remember the kiss yes, but when you left and never mentioned it i thought you were too drunk to remember or that you'd maybe chosen to forget." you bit your lip as stinas eyes widened.

"i like you but i didn't think you liked me back." stina blurted out, tips of her ears burning bright red as your eyes bugged. "i like you too, i didn't think you liked me back!"

"so we-" "-we both remember." "but we-" "-we both didn't bring it up." "and we-" "-we both like each other."

at that a silence built between you, both searching one anothers faces for any signs of insincerity in your confessions. suddenly stina let out a groan, cheeks red with embarrassment as she buried her face in her hands.

"we are very stupid." "so stupid."

at that you both shared a smile which built into a laugh, the taller girl pulling you into a hug as you melted into her, the air around you starting to crackle with an odd feeling as your laughter died down and you craned your head back to look up at her.

"hey stina." you spoke as she raised an eyebrow. "mistletoe." you pointed above her head with a small smile as her eyes flicked upward and she let out a laugh. "katie said it is bad luck, right?"

at that she ducked her head to press her lips to yours, your mouths slotting against one anothers perfectly as you relaxed into her, balling her top in your fists as your head spun like a top.

this kiss was very different to the last. her lips were soft and welcoming, and she kissed you so tenderly as if you might break if she wasn't careful, one hand cupping your cheek to deepen it slightly, testing the waters as her tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you parted them slightly to allow her tongue to slip into your mouth.

pulling away after a few beats of silence passed the two of you blushed and refused to look at one another, though still pressed together there was very little other options.

"oh you are joking!" you leapt away from one another and looked to the door where amanda was throwing her head back with a groan, the two of you sending her strange looks as she clicked her tongue.

"you both could not have waited till next season? i owe frido money now!"

#woso #stina blackstenius x reader #stina blackstenius #woso fanfics #woso blurbs #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso community

[holylulusworld]

Two can play a game

Summary: Your arranged marriage is far from perfect. When Ransom takes one step too far, you pay him back the best way possible.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, ???!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, Ransom being an asshole, cheating, implied cheating, mentions of sidepieces, making out, implied smut, mafia au

There he is, licking whipped cream off some bimbos’ tits. The woman moans and fakes she’s having fun. Just like some many greedy bitches wanting to get their hands on his wealth before.

Ransom Drysdale. Your husband. The self-declared gift to all women.

At the beginning of your arranged marriage, you easily overlooked his flaws and quirks. He was a good-looking and charming man, easily working his way into your heart and between your legs.

Ransom was passionate and sweet. Even if he was a little too cocky and arrogant for your taste. He was a prick to most people, including your friends. The only person he treated with respect was you.

Back then you believed this arranged marriage can work out.

Sometimes you even felt loved by your husband. And you reflected his feelings.

But all good things come to an end.

Your little bubble burst when you walked in on him railing one of the new maids. He didn’t even try to hide his infidelity. Proud of himself for leading you on, and making you believe you are more than a pawn to him.

Ransom declared your marriage is not a real marriage. Arranged marriages don’t count in his opinion. That’s what he said. His poor excuse for cheating on you.

Since that day, you refuse to sleep in the same room with him. Just like you didn’t let him touch you. The thought of riding the same dick he pushed into some bitch’s cunt was enough to leave your pussy dry most of the time when it comes to your husband.

“Oh, my beloved wife,” Ransom lifts his head from his latest conquest’s tits.

“Does she want to join us?” The girl squeaks as her eyes land on you.

Ransom grins, but you ignore the little pang in your chest. “Ah, better not. She’s frigid, you know.” He says to the girl he has on top of your kitchen counter.

“When you are done here, call someone to get rid of the kitchen counter. You never know where your little skank was before you found her on the sidewalk,” you snap at your husband.

He watches you open the fridge to get a bottle of water. “If you would excuse us now,” he grunts. “Or do you want to watch?” Ransom tries to rile you up. It’s a fight for dominance and you won’t lose it.

“Sorry, but limp dicks don’t do it for me, honey,” you bite back. “I’ll talk to our neighbor. He invited me over to talk about the next book we want to read. At least he’s got good taste.”

“See. That’s why I prefer fucking hot women like Cassie.”

“My name is Kathy,” the blonde protests. “Did you already forget my name?” She frowns deeply. “Ran?”

“He didn’t even listen when you told him your name.” You walk out of the kitchen, sway in your hips. “If you go home with Ransom Drysdale, you are destined to get disappointed. In any way. He doesn’t even know where to find your G-spot, and he won’t try to find it …

“Y/N, hey,” Andy smiles widely when you stand in front of his door. It happens ever so often since you found out about Ransom’s infidelity. “Bad day?”

You sniff and shake your head. “Do you have a drink with my name on it, Andy?” He opens the door wider to let you in. Andy doesn’t ask what happened. He waits for you to talk to him.

“Always, neighbor.” He closes the door behind you. “What can I offer to you.”

“Distraction, and maybe a place to stay for the night,” you lick your lips. “Ransom has company.” Your eyes drop to the diamond ring on your finger.

“He brought one of his sidepieces to your home,” Andy sounds almost shocked. Almost… “Why would he do such a thing?”

“He likes to play games.” You shrug. “I refused to play along and let him fuck me after I found out about his harem of bimbos. If only he was at least a himbo with a big dick.”

Andy nods thoughtfully when you finally explode.

“I had to let my doctor check me for STDs. Can you imagine how I felt? I’m married and ask them to run all the tests. I bet they believed I’m the one who cheated!” You start to pace the room. “I haven’t looked at another man.”

“Y/N, you need to take deep breaths,” Andy softly speaks to you. 

He looks at you with soft blue eyes, and fuck, he looks so good. Did he always look so good?

“No. I need to get this out.” You raise your hand. “I-I was always faithful. I could’ve fucked countless guys, but I didn’t. Because that’s not who I am, Andy.”

“I know. You’re a good girl,” he replies, making you stop in your tracks.

He looks at you, eyes drifting toward your lips. You take a breath, and another before you grab his face to kiss him. Andy doesn’t hesitate. He eagerly kisses you back.

Damn, he tastes even better. Like mint, and the coffee he drank. You cup the back of his neck and run your free hand over his back. He moans into you, tongue delving into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he wraps his arms around you and kisses you again. This time, he suckles at your tongue. “You taste so good.”

He laughs against you. “You too,” Andy nips at your lips. “Do you want this? I don’t want to take advantage of you. We can just talk a little and…”

You silence his doubts with your lips. “I wanted you the moment you moved in across the street four years ago.”

“Same,” he pants between kisses. “But you were married, and I was freshly divorced.” You grab the hem of his shirt, shoving it up to his arms. “Fuck, you looked so cute in your summer dress.”

“Yeah?” You whine as he buries his face in your neck. He kisses your skin, nipping and licking your sweet spot while you hastily unbuckle his belt. “What did you want to do with me?”

“Fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Andy shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them.

“Just like right now?”

You gasp when he grips your hips to hoist you up and slam you into the wall, causing a few picture frames to drop to the ground.

Andy doesn’t seem to mind. He crushes his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You moan into his mouth and wrap your legs around his waistline.

“Right now,” he growls against you. All softness is gone when he looks at you pressed against the wall. “I wanna ruin you for him.”

“Ruin me. Make me yours,” you challenge. You allow him to grind his erection against your core and offer your body to him. All you want in return is to forget about your unfaithful husband.

“If you let me have you, I won’t allow you to go back to him. You’ll be mine,” Andy warns. “Name what you want.”

You whimper at his words. Ransom never asked what you want. No one ever did.

“You.” You breathlessly reply. “I want you. Make me forget about him.”

You roll to your side, smiling as your eyes land on the man next to you. Still, you hold your breath. What if this wasn’t the best idea you ever had?

What if he regrets what happened last night?

What if he breaks his promises and forgot about all the things he said to you while he claimed your body?

Andy dips his head to look at you. “Morning beautiful.” He rolls to his side to look at you. “Slept well?”

“Yeah,” you don’t know why your voice trembles. Maybe because you fear Andy is the same as your unfaithful husband. He seems so different from the prick you are married to, but you let a pretty face and charming personality fool you once.

Andy runs his hand over your arm, fingertips tickling your skin. “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. Honestly, after last night everything has changed. You only came to Andy’s house to seek shelter for a few hours, or one night.

Now that you gave in to your feelings, you cannot go back to Ransom and pretend it doesn’t break you to see how less you mean to him.

“How about we go to your house, deliver the divorce papers I prepared while you were sleeping, and pack your things? I’ll bring a few friends to help you carry the heavy stuff.”

You’re taken aback. “What?” Stammering you look at Andy who lovingly cups your cheek to press a soft kiss on your lips. “Andy, this isn’t funny. I need to think about what to do now. You don’t know my husband. He’s a prick, but also dangerous and he won’t let me walk out on him so easily.”

“You think I care?” Andy chuckles darkly. “Oh, beautiful. I told you that you are going to be mine when you let me, have you. Didn’t I?”

“Yes.” You remember vividly how you begged him to make you his, and only his. That you agreed to become his pretty little wife, and always cum for him. “That was in the heat of the moment. Wasn’t it?”

“Y/N, I dreamed of taking you out for years. Every time I wanted to ask you to leave your husband, you told me about him with so much adoration that I couldn’t make a move. But now that I know he fucked up, I can’t miss the chance.”

“Andy, I can’t end my marriage only to become someone else’s arm candy or his most prized possession. I’m not a toy, nor a brainless doll you can use.”

“Baby, I swear this isn’t how I see you,” Andy presses another soft kiss on your lips. “Let me help you. If you don’t want to be with me, I understand. All I want is to make sure that Ransom Drysdale leaves you the fuck alone.”

“Why?” You question.

“Because,” he kisses you again, slow and gentle, “I think I love you…”

“Y/N, what’s the douche from next door doing at my house,” Ransom follows you and Andy. “I’m talking to you!”

“Oh, I thought as you are busy disappointing one of your playthings with your limp dick,” you snap at Ransom. “I can bring a real man to satisfy my needs too.”

“Beautiful, why don’t you go upstairs and look for all the things you want to take with you? My friends will be here any minute.”

“Okay,” you nervously glance at Ransom. “Be careful. He’s dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Andy pecks your cheek. “I’ll be careful.”

Turning his head toward Andy your husband’s features darken. “If you touched my wife, you are dead.” He pats the gun hidden under his jacket. “If you leave my house now, I’ll only break every bone in your body.”

Andy laughs into Ransom’s face.

“You’ve got no clue who I’m.” Stepping toward your husband, Andy sizes Ransom up. “Do you honestly believe you are scaring me? You’re nothing but a pathetic man cheating on his beautiful wife and,” Andy leans closer to Ransom to whisper in his ear. “I’m long enough in town to know that you are not on top of the food chain any longer. Your time is running out.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“The deal last week,” Andy smirks darkly, “the one you couldn’t seal? I took it over. Your business partners are my partners now. Your wife. Is mine. Your friends, mine too. I dismantled Ransom Drysdale piece by piece.”

“Why? How?”

“At first, I moved in next door to check your territory out. But then, I saw your wife and the way you treated her. She didn’t know you were a piece of shit cheating on her from day one.”

“You did all this for my wife?” Ransom hiccups. “You’re insane. Starting a war over some pussy!”

“You don’t get it,” Andy hisses. “Y/N is not some pussy to me. She’s everything, and I’ll make her my queen.”

While you look for the things you want to take with you, Andy threatens Ransom and his organization.

When you walk back down the stairs, your husband already signed the divorce papers. He will let you go and get out of town as fast as possible.

Ransom didn’t know that no one messes with Andrew Barber. The head of the Boston mafia. One of the deadliest men alive…

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#Two can play a game #andy barber #ransom drysdale #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #angst #tw: cheating #mafia au

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Vampire girlfriend pt 2

Summary: You go on the mission with Nat and of course it’s going really well, afterwords Wanda is all too happy to see you again, although when you end up back in isolation Wanda has to get you out and take you away somewhere, luckily you know the perfect place to go

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ mentions of smut, Wanda being an emo baby, swearing, vampire, blood lmk if I’ve missed any

Words: 2000+

A/n: here’s my part two! Will probably make a part 3 then this will be done, I’m getting back to Venom reader soon, please enjoy!

"Y/n I swear the fucking god you better behave before I cut you into little pieces" Nat growled at you when you started messing around in the quinjet trying to distract the assassin "awh come on Nat this thing has auto pilot, how about we have some fun?"

Nat spun her head around to you "aren't you with Wanda? Pretty sure she'd kill me"

"Oooh so you're thinking about it? I won't tell Wanda if you don't" you pulled Nat's spiny chair around leaning over her "maybe you could join Wanda and I in bed? She's really good at following instructions, especially on her knees" Nat hadn't moved but you had moved closer to the woman's face

"So? Do you want to do it in this plane?" You lent forward to kiss her but a swift kick to your stomach stopped you from that "oof! Fuck Nat, you've got some kick on you, good to know when I corner you later" you winked pulling back sitting back on your chair, when you got a phone call you smiled answering it

"Hey honey, how are you? Yeah I'm okay...no don't worry about me and Nat, I think we'll get along great, I love you too"

You hung up and Nat laughed "you love her but you're trying it on with me? Pathetic creature"

You pocketed your phone standing up again and going behind Nat as she focused on flying the plane, moving your hands onto her shoulders you began massaging them smiling when you heard a soft groan pass her lips "so predictable, you act all tough but you just need someone to look after you, someone to kiss you soft" you lent down close to her ear, your breath sending shivers down her spine, wait vampires had breath?

"And someone to fuck you so hard you see stars" her own breath hitched and you smirked starting to kiss her neck softly and she let her guard down "just admit it Natalia you want me and that's okay sweetie, you just have to share with Wanda" your kisses got harder and Nat finally came to her senses standing up and pushing you away

"Don't you ever touch me again! Wanda's my best friend and it kills me to see her fawn over you, a stupid vampire who thinks bedding multiple women at the same time is fun"

"Have you ever had an orgy? It's one of life's greatest pleasures trust me, until one person gets jealous and murders the other women to have you all to herself covered in blood, I didn't mind though, being covered in blood made her hornier, but I will say I also liked her covered in blood because that mixed with sweat and cu-

Nat sat back down and jolted the plane making it shift suddenly and you fell to the ground "shit! Nat what the hell was that?!"

The woman laughed "to stop you from being a dick, now shut up for the rest of mission"

You growled standing up and dusting yourself off "it’s okay Natalia I know you wouldn’t be able to resist me soon, I’ll get to you when I’ve finished with Wanda and her ritual”

Nat turned her head back to you with an raised eyebrow “what are you talking about?”

You chuckled “ooh peaked your interest have I? Let’s just say Wanda will be with me for all eternity like she wants soon enough”

Before Nat could respond the AI over the quinjet made it known you were arriving at your destination so Nat chose to not say anything but you knew she understood what you said and so you remained quiet the rest of the mission.

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"Y/n!" As soon as you walked through the door Wanda was in your arms wrapping her legs around your waist peppering your face with kisses "I missed you so much! Did you do okay?" You kissed her back lowering her down onto the ground "I was right about there being no more vampires there but it was okay otherwise"

You kissed Wanda's neck going up to her ear "I was thinking of you the whole time, you should send me some pictures next time"

Wanda nodded "naked or lingerie?" She whispered back and you smirked "both, and some videos too"

Nat coughed up breaking the two of you apart "yeah so anyway you're going back to the cell for a few days"

"What?! Why? She's fine Nat!" Wanda had jumped down from you and was now in Nat's face but the Russian remained stoic "she needs to be held in isolation incase she contacted her vampire friends"

Wanda went too say something but you stopped her "it's okay Wands, if Natalia wants to spend her free time watching me do nothing in isolation then that's her choice, take me to solitude Nat"

You gave Wanda one last kiss promising to see her again soon and followed Nat through the building

"If you don't stop staring at my ass I'll kick yours" Nat said after a few minutes and you just laughed "sounds kinky, I'm in"

You heard her scoff and turn around to you pushing you against a wall "right now? Can we go to my room and get my strap on? My hands are a little tired from the mission"

You heard other footsteps before Nat did but when she did she pulled away quick looking towards the noise, it was Tony

"Hey Twilight! Are you sparkling today?"

You threw him a middle finger "I will rip you apart from the inside out one of these days"

The man grinned "then you'll have Pepper to answer too"

"Trust me I'd be more than happy to deal with Pepper, she could use a good spanking" your laugh echoed the hallway and Tony turned bright red deciding just to walk past you two leaving you alone

"Aww I think I hurt his feelings, I'm right about Pepper though, speaking of, Nat how's Maria?"

Nat glared at you "don't you ever say her name again, now get your ass to isolation"

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You'd never thought you'd be back in this stupid cell, god it was depressing, the room was small and cramped, although the other room was small at least you could go into a garden and have Wanda come and see you, now a guard has to accept anyone

"Dude come on, I can get you so many women if you'd just let Wanda come and see me, don't you want women?……or men? I can get you men but it’ll take me a little longer because men gross me out”

The man didn’t waiver, instead he walked away from you leaving you in the stupid little box “you’ll regret this!”

“He’ll regret what?” The voice made you jump looking up to the window on the roof that was now open “Wanda? How the hell did you get up there?”

She laughed jumping down into the room where you caught her “you know I can fly” she didn’t let you reply just kissing you hard making you sit down on the bench bringing her with you

“Wait Wands, hang on” you gently pushed her away making her frown “why?”

“You deserve sex in a nicer place than this dingy room”

“I guess….when are you getting out?” She lent forward kissing your neck and you groaned “baby please, I want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and devour you like I normally do but not here okay? How about you use some mind control and make the guard open the door?”

Wanda pulled away from your neck nodding “then where will we go?”

“The beach so i can see you in that little bikini I like”

She giggled jumping off of your lap and beckoning the guard back over who was very surprised to see her with you “miss Maximoff?! What are you doing in there-

She was already in his mind as his eyes went red and face was blank, within no time the door was open and you and Wanda were out running through the building until Wanda stopped “are you okay babe?” You asked and she smirked “I can apparate us anywhere”

You laughed with her “I keep forgetting, okay take me away princess”

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“They’re gone?! Nat screamed at the scared guards ignoring Steve trying to calm her down “Nat maybe-

She pushed past him heading outside being followed closely by Maria “Nat!” Nothing from the woman

“Natalia Romanov you stop right now and tell me what is going on!”

Nat stopped turning around to her angry girlfriend and instantly calming down “sorry I-I just need to find Wanda, that vampire won’t get what she wants”

Maria was confused, yeah sure you were getting really close to the young witch but nothing bad would happen right “Wanda’s just going through things Nat, who wouldn’t want to bed a dangerous vampire?”

Nat had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at Maria’s admission “she just wants Wanda to complete a stupid blood ritual so she can be more powerful, making Wanda a vampire is the worst thing could happen!”

Maria was gobsmacked, what the hell was going on? Aliens? Sure, but a vampire turning a witch into a vampire is a step too far, she’d be powerful and dangerous, very dangerous in fact

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“Where are we babe?” Wanda glanced around the small cabin liking how cozy it looked but she was still a little confused, she thought you wanted the beach?

You wrapped your arms around her waist kissing her neck softly “just our nice little vacation home, I have something fun for you later”

Wanda turned around in your hold kissing your lips “can’t I have it now? She pouted and you shook your head “nope, it’s very very special and I need to prepare it, so you can go and explore the forest while I do that”

“Can’t I help you? I can give you kisses while you do that, I can close my eyes too!” Wanda tried kissing you again but you pushed her away slightly “if you’re going to be a brat you won’t get anything and I’ll have the surprise all to myself” your eyes darkened and Wanda nodded stepping back from you “sorry baby” she said sheepishly and you smiled “thank you honey, now go on, go and explore, don’t go too far though I’ll feel it and come for you”

Wanda nodded kissing you on the cheek and going outside, “I won’t go too far I promise”

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The leaves crunched underneath their feet as the two women moved through the forest “Nat are you sure they’re here?” Maria whispered and Nat nodded “I can smell the stupid vampire”

Maria frowned “that’s a little odd baby but okay I’ll let you carry on”

The pair carried on through the forest before coming to a clearing and a cabin “found it!” Nat rushed to the front door before hearing a voice “Nat? Why are you here?”

Wanda returned from her walk with some flowers for you, she looked so sweet bless her “Wanda I’m so mad at you but you need to come back, you’re not safe here”

Wanda sighed “listen Nat I’m sorry I ran away with Y/n but she didn’t need to be locked up, can’t you just leave us here alone?”

Nat rolled her eyes “this isn’t some fairytale thing Wanda you’re not safe, she wants to make you a vampire”

Wanda shook her head laughing and pushed past Nat entering the cabin again seeing you talking to someone no one recognised “oh who’s this baby?”

You turned around smiling at Wanda before quickly frowning at Nat and Maria “I didn’t think we’d have any interruptions honey but no worries, this is Carol, she’s here to help with the surprise for you” Carol smiled at the three zoning in on Wanda “she’s very pretty Y/n, and she looks so very sweet” the woman licked her lips and you pinched her hip “mine Carol, remember that”

Carol laughed kissing you on the cheek “aw little vamp don’t get too cocky, I could take her from you with two fingers”

Wanda started to feel a little uncomfortable and tried stepping in “baby what’s going on?” Your whole body relaxed walking towards Wanda and picking her up spinning her around kissing her softly making her giggle “sweet sweet girl, do you remember me saying what a wonderful vampire you’d make?”

She shook her head no “it was when you had a long day and I ate you out for a few hours, I whispered it while you were climaxing for the 4th time” you finished with the biggest smirk on your face “babe! But yes I remember”

“Well Carol and I think you’d make a great vampire so we wanted to make you one-

“Don’t you dare Y/n! You better let us take Wanda home right now!”

You tore your eyes away from Wanda remembering the two annoying bugs that wormed their way inside your life (death) “you are really testing my patience Natalia, just because I rejected you on the mission doesn’t mean you can try and tear Wanda and I apart”

Wanda whipped her head around to Nat who had her mouth hung open “what-I- I no! That didn’t happen”

You shook your head tutting “Nat we’re all adults here, you can admit that you came onto me by presenting your neck to me, and while it’s a wonderful neck your legs didn’t need to be open and taunting me, the smell of your arousal almost got me but then I remembered my love Wanda” you kissed Wanda “I did nip her skin honey and I feel disgusted with myself, I’m sorry” you gave her your best sad puppy dog expression and she nodded “I am a little upset but not at you, at her”

She pointed her attention to Nat “I knew you wanted her Nat how could you act like such a whore with a vampire?! Especially my vampire!” Wanda was now erratic and it made you smile, she was so hot when jealous

“Wanda you can’t be serious?? Are you really protecting a violent, manipulative and frankly perverted criminal vampire?”

As much as you were enjoying the scene unfolding in front of you, you brought Wanda into back into your arms “honey please relax your blood will taste so much better if you’re happy” you started nipping at her neck and she sighed allowing herself to relax in your hold “that’s it pretty girl”

“Wanda-

The other vampire Carol rolled her eyes and flicked her hand sending the two women out the door and locking it behind them

“Fuck me they’re annoying” Carol turned to you and Wanda kissing “awe I do love gay affection but if we’re going to turn this little one we need to get a move on”

You groaned reluctantly pulling away from Wanda’s sweet lips “do you want to be a vampire pretty witch?”

Wanda bit her lip nervously unsure on what to say and you sensed that “I know it seems daunting but just think, we’ll be together forever, neither of us will die” you lent close to her ear “and the sex would be absolutely incredible, I can carve my name into your pretty skin while buried deep inside of you-

You didn’t have a chance to finish before Wanda was nodding her head “yes! Yes I’ll become a vampire, as long as you’re the one who does it”

You smiled nodding to Carol who winked in response and disappeared leaving you both alone

“Of course I’m the one doing it, but we have a little ritual to do before I sink my teeth into you, Carol needs to get things ready, let’s have a nap okay?”

Wanda kissed you softly “okay, will I be safe?”

“I trust Carol with my life and death baby, she’s been my best friend for 100s of years, so yes Wanda you’ll be very safe”

Wanda smiled “okay, I trust you”

“Then let’s go”

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #marvel au #marvel imagine #maria hill

[ladyelissarose]

‘Look Up’ 

 Ghost x female reader - callsign ‘Grenade’

Summary: After a small rescue mission turns out like no one expected, especially Grenade, Ghost is left stuck with her and her struck out heart. His hard, cold heart refuses to comfort hers, but in the end, the tables turned on him.

Warnings:  mentions of deaths, pretty gore, angst, crying, then fluff?

Enjoy!

 “This is Price, how copy?”

The 141 Task Force were all separated as they searched the grounds in between trailers in Norway. The sun had begun to set, painting the skies an orange color and clouds a light pink color, a little tint of indigo could be seen on the very top, near the heavens, but was overpowered by the suns brighter colors. The cold weather in their atmosphere was quite bearable, but that didn’t stop them from excessively sweating with anxiety. 

  “This is Ghost.”

 “This is Soap.”

 “This is Gaz.”

 “This is Roach.”

 “This is Alejandro.”

 “This is Grenade.”

After Grenade gave out her name, in her delicate but deep voice, Ghost being himself was the first to speak up in confusion about the new voice,

  “Price who’s Grenade?”

Price looked behind him and saw his new addition to the team, Grenade, who was trailing behind him closely, maybe 5’5 in height, sporting black cargo pants along with her favorite dark grey oversized shirt, that was tucked in as neatly as possible, shielding her chest was her bulletproof vest. Her round eyes were focused, sharp, and her gloved hands held her gun in perfect position. Price was pleased with Grenade and smiled to himself as he replied simply,

  “Couldn’t debrief you boys this morning, but the recruit you all have been asking for was sent in by Laswell today. Later I’ll introduce her. For now let’s focus, have any of you seen that trailer?”

 ‘Her? He can’t be fucking serious...’ 

 Ghost thought as he rolled his eyes to himself.  Sure, he had been expecting a new recruit, (though he wasn’t part of the guys that had asked for one) but what he didn’t expect, was for it to be a woman. He had no hard feelings towards them necessarily, but just the thought of knowing that they can turn out to be like mean bitches like Valeria, (whom he wholly hated) or they can be completely mushy and useless, he never saw in between or a better version. Soap’s voice broke through the radio and through Ghost’s thoughts as he replied to Price,

  “I haven’t seen it yet, what if they took it already?”

In that moment Roach’s voice came through, informing Soap and the rest,

  “I don’t think so Sergeant, been keeping watch all night and up until you guys arrived, and no ones moved in or out.”

  Alejandro huffed to himself as he questioned Price,

“Don’t you think by now we would’ve heard movement? Noise? I’ve heard absolutely nada.”

 Grenade who had been silent the entire time as she heard her new teams members communicate, felt suspicion at what Alejandro had said, he was right, they were on a rescue mission after all, and yet, none had seen or heard any signs of life. She sighed to herself as she finally voiced out her thoughts, as she suggested to Price who was in front of her,

  “Captain Price, what if we split? I can take the left here, you take the right, these are the two last rows of trailers anyways.”

 Price stopped walking and thought for a second,

 ‘She’ll be in sight anyways... ok.’

“Alrighty then lass, take the left, I’ll be right behind ya going right.”

  “Copy copy.”

Grenade went straightaway towards her destination, taking cautious steps, eagle eyeing her surroundings, even balancing her every breath. Grenade had been in many situations like these; tense, nerve wracking, holding onto the ropes of hope, in between life and death, name it, she had seen and been through all of it. Yet she stuck her head out and made it, did the impossible, and dared to push herself even more. Half the time (MOST of the time) Grenade was underestimated and seen as weak and useless by those who judged her by her looks and size. But Laswell knew who the real Grenade was, hence why she believed that Price would be pleased to have her included into the 141 Task Force. Grenade was a fighter, defender, cold-blooded killer towards those who wrote their death wish with cruel and abominable actions. She wore a blindfold to heartlessly take down anyone who came in her way with bad intentions or destruction, but once it was over, she took it off and she wore their blood with pride, knowing who she was and what she was capable of. But also, Grenade happened to still have a piece of her heart, that beat with love and compassion towards those who deserved it. Grenade felt no feelings towards dead criminals or even live ones, but show her a baby, and she’ll melt and hold onto it tightly, as if she hoped it would mold into her skin and stay safe with her forever. Grenade had witnessed battlefields from the clean beginning to the bloody end, what once was free and a good land, would become a cemetery for the unrecognizable and unjustly sacrificed. But if you caught her staring into the starry skies it the night or the gleaming, rising sun in the promised morning, you’d probably catch a small smile leave her usual, tight, sealed lips. Grenade was an Aesthete at heart, and adored life when it beamed in the most beautiful and amazing ways, from good people to the simplicity of nature, but she was also a soldier, after a wars’ and combats’ own heart. Grenade passed a few trailers, not seeing the number they were looking for, ‘624’. 

  “For fucks sake...”

 She cursed to herself under her breath as she was close to approaching her two last ones, believing that perhaps they both wouldn’t be what she was looking for. She passed the second to the last one, and checked the top numbers, 

  “379... Nope not it. Damn it- Oh...”

Crossing in front of the last one, Grenade huffed in disbelief, she found it, in bold numbers on the trailer read ‘624’ at the corner. Placing her gun in one hand, Grenade stepped closer to the trailer, and with a calm, subtle voice, Grenade called out as she slightly knocked in the metal door,

  “Is anyone in here? We’re here to help you.”

  Grenade laid her ear against the metal door, letting its cool metal touch her warm face, hopefully waiting for any voice to call out in return, signaling that indeed, there was someone inside. Grenade clenched her fists in sight worry that she wasn’t hearing anything, but let out a soft gasp when she heard the most, childish voice say brokenly,

  “h-help us.”

Grenade immediately stepped away from the door and pressed her radio to signal out to Price and the rest,

  “I found the trailer, I heard signs of life. It’s on left side of the dock, last trailer in the last row.”

 “We’re on your way, Grenade. Start taking them out”.

“Yes sir.”

Knowing that her team was coming her way, gave her enough confidence to engage as Price had ordered. Grenade lifted the heavy lock off the door, grunting while doing so, it felt like it weighed a ton. It took a couple of hot seconds to actually take it off without dropping it onto her boots. But Grenade was successful and began to unlatch the other locks, before grabbing the bottom handle, and pulling it up, opening it. Her heart beat happily at first, wanting to believe that she had found them all, and was going to get them all back home safely. But once she had lifted the door completely, her heart was  crushed, shattered, burned and beaten, as she stood in front of the gates of death. All the bodies inside, laid dead on the cold metal floors of the trailer, their skin was pale, and the fading bruises on their skin looked blue and purple. Grenade blinked a couple of times, wanting to make sure that what she was seeing, wasn’t another one of her frequent nightmares, that haunted her. But every time she reopened her eyes, she was met with the same image, death. Grenade let out a deep sigh, trying to swallow the pit of rocks she felt in her throat. She never moved from the door, but instead looked at every person’s body inside, watching to see if any of them moved because they were still breathing, but they were all completely still. It smelled awful as well, like blood and gore, but Grenade was used to it, she had been the cause of a lot of it too while in combat. Grenade was so into her thoughts, about the injustice of Life itself, that she didn’t even hear the 141 Taskforce arrive, who witnessed her still body, standing in front of lifeless people. Her hands shook softly, as they clutched onto the gun tighter by every passing second. Price could see what was going on with Grenade, he could tell that the image she was staring at, was beginning to portrait itself into her mind, drawing  every detail more haunting than it looks, creating a sense of guilt and sadness that painted the picture black and red, no white or any other color could ever be found. To stop the artistic works of death himself, Price approached Grenade and carefully placed a warm hand on her shoulder as he shook her away from her own thoughts with simple words,

 “I’m sorry lass.”

 Price knew that this rescue mission meant a lot to Grenade, she had been working on it for weeks turned into months, wanting to find the traffickers and trailer that was being used to traffic and harm people. Grenade had flinched at both his words and small hand gesture, but was instantly calmed to hear that it was his voice, trying to comfort her. She appreciated Price, he had been welcoming sense the start, and was the only one willing to take her in. Grenade shook her head slowly as she put forth in a low whisper,

  “I swear I’m not crazy... but I know I heard a voice calling for help.”

Ghost huffed to himself, as he took in Grenade’s words and appearance with utter disgrace, thinking that she was probably going to be one of the mushy and useless ones. He then squared his shoulders and replied in his thickened accent meanly, wanting Grenade to snap out of her self-pity party,

  “Maybe you are bloody crazy. It’s pretty fuckin’ clear they are all dead-“

  Spinning around to disagree with who she thought would be a regular soldier, was stunned for a moment as she took in Ghost’s intimidating mask and height, her heart skipped a beat with fear. After being buried with real skulls for 48 hours because of a kidnapping, it left her absolutely terrified of them. She could right away feel the power and dominance he held. But nonetheless, Grenade tried to maintain her calm and addressed back with a stern tone, wanting to appear not afraid of him,

  “I’m not. I heard someone say-“

-CLICK!

All of the 141 Taskforce’s shoulders instantly tensed as it grew silent immediately, they all knew that sound, by engraved memory ... and their minds registered to them in that moment, that a bomb had just been ticked. Grenade who was closest to the bomb inside the trailer, pushed away Price from her as she jumped to grab the door and pull it down to shut it..

 BOOM!!!

  But the bomb was too quick and sent them all flying, including her before she could even try to close the door. The adrenaline they had from the unexpected catastrophe got them to their feet immediately, grunting in pain through the process. Price was the first to call out as he stood to his feet,

  “EVERYONE ALRIGHT?!?”

Ghost was the second to stand, and he quickly went for Soap who struggled a little more to stand, but as he picked him up to stand, he saw  a group of armored men come towards them rapidly, raising their weapons to fire at them. Ghost held Soap up with one arm and used his free hand to reach for his gun, but he realized he had lost it during the explosion when he didn’t see it there.

  “FUCK!!-“

 “I GOT YOU COVERED! GO!!”

That was Grenade’s voice, that screamed over the rainfall of bullets, she slid on her knees and came to a stand in front of Ghost as she began to shoot at the incoming men, taking each one down effortlessly. Ghost stood stunned for a second, taking in the unexpected sight in front of him, but Soap poked him out of his thoughts as he grunted loudly,

  “We need to get out of here LT.! We don’t know how much more are coming our way! We were ambushed!”

 Ghost shook his head no as he saw Gaz running towards them, he let go of Soap as he ordered him, 

  “No, you go with Gaz!! I’ll stay with this one!!”

Soap was confused for a moment, but he knew that Ghost would protect what was Price’s, even if he didn’t like them. Soap nodded quickly as he shouted,

  “I’m going to find the rest!! Meet us at our place!! Stay alive eh?!”

Ghost could see the worry in Soap’s eyes, but he didn’t have time to comfort the way he wanted to, but instead he called him by his actual name, knowing that Soap knew it was Ghost’s way of reassurance,

  “I will Johnny! GO!!”

Soap nodded then left and ran with Gaz to find the rest. The gunfire suddenly stopped, making Ghost look back at Grenade, who still stood up, while the enemies were lifeless in the distance. He searched for his gun on the floor and found it a few feet away from him. Picking it up he walked to stand next to Grenade, who was reloading her weapon at the moment, but quickly though, Grenade was impressively fast at it, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Ghost. She had taken them all out successfully, and now looked around vigilantly. Ghost stood in the same position as he looked the opposite way she was, waiting for anyone else who could be coming at them. Back to back they ended up, with their weapons held high and ready. Ghost didn’t see anyone coming his way, and when he was about to inform Grenade, she called out to him in a calm voice,

  “And we got more company... fuck.”

Ghost turned around and saw how an outnumbered amount of men were coming towards them. Though he secretly admired the way Grenade stayed put and ready to take them all out with her single weapon, Ghost knew it be impossible after a few rounds, there were to many men who would soon kill them. He saw the maze of trailers that stood next to them, and put his plan to work almost instantly when he grabbed Grenades upper arm dragging her behind him as he began to run off with her. She tried to take his hands off of her as she shouted,

  “W-What are you doing???!-“

Ghost held on to her painfully tighter as he said back,

  “There’s too many!! We’re fuckin outnumbered!!”

Grenade tired to keep up with Ghost’s long legs that took long strides as they ran away, what helped her keep up was the fact that she was practically being dragged by him. Soon they heard bullets flying around them along with frightening shouts, hence making them run faster in between the trailers. Grenade turned back as saw how close they were getting to them, with all her might she yanked her arm out of Ghost’s grasp and grabbed her large rifle from her back, and began to shoot at the men that were trailing behind them closely, missing some others no. Ghost stopped in his tracks the minute her arm left his hand, but he didn’t stop her when she began to shoot, until she ran out of bullets. She screamed in frustration when she found out she had no more bullets on her,

  “FUCK I’M OUT!!-“

Ghost growled in annoyance as he grabbed her arm again, this time even tighter making Grenade yelp in the sudden harsh grasp, but he ignored her pleas as he yelled back,

 “I BLOODY TOLD YA IT WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH!!”

  Soon they ran out of the trailer lot, and up ahead saw the forest of tall, evergreen trees. Grenade pointed towards them as she suggested quickly,

  “Let’s head for the forest! We might find a good place to hide there.”

  Ghost rolled his eyes but nonetheless knew it was probably best, so before they could be seen by the armored men, they ran for it. The thickness of the trees and the darkness that began to cover the skies, helped them blend in and hide well in their dark colored attire. All that could be heard around them was a broken branch here and there, howls of the midnight wolves that cried to the shining moon, as well as the panting breaths of Ghost and Grenade who continued to run deeper into the enclosing forest. 

 They ran for a few more minutes before Ghost hauled them to a stop with his hand raising up in a fist, signaling Grenade to stop running. Grenade took deep breaths as she leaned her hands on her knees, trying to get her mind off of the thoughts that ran through her head. A heavy weight of guilt began to sit in her stomach, as she blamed herself for not being able to rescue the victims on time. She was a part of them, kidnapped along with them, but was separated one day, which she took advantage of and was able to be found after escaping. Grenade promised those she was with that she’d find them and rescue them, but now there was no one to save, they had all been killed. Tears burned in the back of her eyes, and a stone of pain grew hard to swallow as Grenade tried to breathe. Ghost had wanted to start walking again, see if they could find their team, but he saw how Grenade wasn’t moving at all, still hunched over trying to gain composure. Ghost wasn’t a man of feelings or sensitivity, people even doubted if he had a heart, so he didn’t think he was being mean or heartless as he groaned,

  “Stand up Officer, we need to move.”

Grenade waved her hand sighing,

  “Just give me a minute please.”

Huffing in annoyance once again Ghost disapproved,

  “I don’t think so, either you start fucking moving or I’ll leave ya ass here.”

 Grenade grew irritated by his demeanor towards her and could only muster out,

 “Then go.”

Ghost definitely didn’t expect her to want him to leave her alone, he thought his words would get her moving on his command, but instead she stood in place. Ghost looked around and saw how the darkness began to swallow what was left of the light from the sunset, and knew it would get colder and harder to seek for their destination and team. So he then sauntered over to Grenade grabbed her by the strap on her vest and pulled her to stand straight as he pierced her heart with his words,

  “I don’t care who you are or how you fucking feel, if I say let’s go you move. Is that fucking clear for you soldier?”

 Hearing those words from him was what broke the dam of tears for Grenade, freely they began to pour out as his intimidating stance and hurting words scared her, and that only made Ghost more irritated and almost angry. He pulled her closer to his face as he seethed,

  “The day you signed up for this you should’ve known that this would happen, so don’t pour tears... don’t cry. Expect it, and live with it when it comes and pays.”

Grenade didn’t realized that Ghost held her feet high above ground until he let her go and she fell on her bottom. She winced a little but was quick to stand when she saw how he had begun to walk away, putting quite a distance between them. Keeping her eyes on him she ran without watching her steps, which caused her to trip over a few rocks and thick tree roots here and there, but nonetheless she kept up. Ghost kept his fast strides up on purpose, to give Grenade a run for her life, but he kept an ear out for her anyways, hearing for her footsteps that followed after him quickly, maybe Ghost was an ass but he didn’t dare leave a his team behind, even if he thought he hated them. But suddenly he heard a gasp leave her lips loudly and her footsteps came to a stop, he kept walking thinking that maybe she was taking a quick second to breathe, but when he didn’t hear her footsteps continue, he stopped in his tracks. Holding onto the thin thread of patience that was wearing out, Ghost turned around growling,

  “I swear if you don’t move I’ll beat your bloody ass- w-where are you?”

 Grenade was no where to be seen, he only saw the trees he had passed in front of him, which made his heart slightly drop as a tick of guilt pricked it.

 ‘Alright letting her be behind me was my fault. Fucking helll.’

 After admitting his fault to himself, Ghost began to walk towards where Grenade was, but paused when he heard her call out in a strained voice,

  “Lieutenant! Hello?! Hey! I-I fell in a pretty deep hole.”

‘Just what I fucking needed... that’s what happens to short people.’

 Ghost could see where she flashed her light, signaling where she was. He walked toward it slowly, letting the pain of falling in there really dig into Grenades skin, yes, he was being pretty heartless and a bully. As he approached it he saw the big hole, and the flickering light, he looked down and got hit in the face with the light, which made him groan,

 “Turn that fucking light off-“

 “Oh sorry!”

The bright light turned off after it stung Ghost’s eyes, and soon his eyes adjusted to the night and he was able to make out Grenade’s face, which only showed fear and worry, and Ghost was proud he had that affect on her. But before he could say anything which geared towards getting her out, he noticed her face change, and turn into pure awe. And he thought she was looking at him like that,

 ‘Why the fuck is she looking at me like that?’

“Why the fucking hell are you looking at me like that?”

 Grenade gave Ghost silence as only her soft breaths were heard, she continued to look up, and her eyes grew bigger and brighter by the second. Ghost grew irritated by not receiving an answer from her when he asked, to which he then barked at her angrily,

  “GRENADE!”

 Grenade violently flinched at his harsh voice that was directed towards her, and when she actually focused her eyes on his mask, she asked in a soft tone,

  “What Ghost?”

Scoffing loudly Ghost scolded,

 “What Ghost? Fuck... when I ask something of you, you fucking reply!!! Give me your hand!”

Grenade was about to apologize to him but she bit it back, preferring to stay quiet and not anger him more. So she extended her hands to which he grabbed by the wrist instead, and yanked her out of the hole, sending her out of it onto the ground on her stomach. A loud ‘Oof’ left her lips, (for he had kinda thrown her a little harshly onto the ground on purpose, trying to make her see that he wasn’t up for games and bullshit.) But to his surprise, Grenade wasn’t fazed at all by his actions, she instead quickly stood onto her feet and looked up, again, as she explained,

  “I wasn’t looking at you Lt.”

Ghost never looked at her as he fixed his sleeves questioning with a stern tone,

  “What?”

 “When I was in the hole looking up... I wasn’t looking at you-“

 Ghost turned his cold eyes towards her and saw how she was still looking up, making him grow even more irritated,

 “Then what?!”

Grenade walked closer to him, and pointed at the sky with her hand as she said simply,

 “Look up Lt... just look.”

Ghost stayed still, refusing to look up, and continued to eye down Grenade, and for that moment, he actually began to see her. The color of her hair, and it’s delicacy, even when it was everywhere put in place at the same time. Her skin texture that indeed looked better than his, though she had a small scar on her lower lip and cheek and dark bags under her eyes, including a new wound and bruise on her cheek and chin from the explosion earlier. The way she was dressed, it was different, most women he had encountered in his line of work, wore tight, tactical clothing, while Grenade, wore the loosest ones. While taking in her body structure and clothing, he didn’t realize that she had been crying softly, until the most quiet sniffle escape her lips. Ghost’s eyes snapped to her face, and saw a single tear rolling down her cheek, but that’s not what had caught most of his attention, it was what was beaming off of it, a green-bluish light it seemed? He began to see the color turn brighter as it illuminated her skin, which made him turn his eyes to finally look up. And for once after a really really long time, Ghost felt something turn in his chest, like adoration. And for the first time in his entire life, he witnessed one of Mother Nature’s most beautiful creations, the Northern Lights. He let his head hung back to see the whole sky that was covered in light, gleaming wonderfully, it was celestial, unreal, so full of color and life. Curtains of beautiful colors in different shades of turquoise draped over the sky in ecstasy, glorifying itself as the darkness that surrounded it was long forgotten.  

 Grenades voice flowed smoothly as she said in a whispered voice,

 “I never thought I’d see this... it’s one of my million wishes.. one finally got checked off.”

 Ghost’s eyes left the sky for a moment as he looked at Grenade’s face, which was covered in more tears as they continued to fall. Ghost today had seen Grenade, whom he had underestimated at first, thinking she’d be in the way of combat, when she actually stood in front of it ready to take it down. She was known as a cold killer and a fighter, resilient towards anything that came her way, never looked away from her work when she destroyed the bad guys, and never let a tear shed for them. But at the sight of the Northern Lights, she was a teary mess, staring at it with her jaw slacked opened in surprise and awe. Ghost looked down to stare at his boots, but he caught the sight of her hands, shaking and covered in dried blood, making him think for a second, that at the end of the day, no matter who they were and who they killed, they were still human, and had hearts, hearts that could hurt and cry, be joyful and love. His eyes flicked away from them when she lifted a hand and wiped her tears away, sniffing as she put forth,

 “No matter how much death I see everyday, I try to make an effort to look at what’s breathing and alive, to wipe the memories away. And this.. is perfect.”

 Ghost looked back at Grenade’s face, which was already faced towards him as she was looking at him with sincerity in her eyes, sending her warm and inviting gaze towards him, she never looked at his mask, but kept her eyes burning into his blue ones. Ghost felt sunken and taken aback, not taking into thought how much of an affect Grenade was having on him, how much her good heart was awakening his stoned one. He then looked at his feet, and suddenly felt bad for treating her the way he did, so harshly and unforgivingly. Shifting his feet in the ground to sway a little side to side, he tried to ignore the way he was beginning to feel a little warm in his chest. Grenade began to shiver a bit, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to keep warm from the cold, and that’s when Ghost thought it was the best time to show he was sorry. Ghost wasn’t a man of words, he wouldn’t verbally say he was sorry or that he liked something, instead he let his body language speak for him. Shrugging off his large jacket, he quickly placed it over Grenades shoulders, tugging it on so it wouldn’t slip off. Grenade was caught off guard by his sudden change in behavior, but right away grasped onto the jacket and sighed in appreciation as it’s warmth began to seep into her, she didn’t let a second pass before she said,

  “Thank you LT.”

Ghost smiled a little under his mask, and put forth in a calm tone,

  “No problem lass, Do you know my name?”

Grenade looked away from the sky as she took in his sudden question, a question she knew the answer to, so she replied,

  “Yes, you’re LT Simon Riley, but they call you Ghost for a classified reason, hence why you wear a scary mask.”

 Huffing a short laugh Ghost questioned,

 “Scary? That’s a first.”

Shrugging her shoulders Grenade explained shyly,

  “Well, when you’re kidnapped and buried alive with real skulls, it does change your approach to them. Or the way you look at them.”

 Ghost arched a brow as his heart pinched a little her confession, he began to feel more intrigued by Grenade, which is why he went on asking,

  “And what’s your thoughts on skulls now?”

 “Death LT, death... I really thought I was going to die. Shepherd knew where I was all along, yet he left me there to die. That was until Laswell put a team together to find me, which is when I met Captain Price.”

  Searching for her face to read her expression as Grenade told her story, was the most heart breaking thing Ghost could’ve done, cause all he could read was fear. Ghost kept his eyes on her as he went on with the questions,

  “How recent was this, lass?”

“2 weeks ago... it’s pretty recent.”

Ghost shook his head approvingly before looking around to check the area around them, it was pitch black by now, for the Northern Lights had disappeared already, only the moonlight scarcely shone upon them. Thinking to himself for a moment, he made up his mind, Ghost’s heart trusted Grenade for an unknown reason, but it was a chance he was willing to take. After slipping off his skull mask and skull balaclava, Ghost then slowly started walking up to her. Grenade caught that he was moving, but she didn’t spare him a glance, but Ghost didn’t want her  looking away from him as he commanded,

  “Look at me, Officer.”

“LT-“

  “Officer. I’m not going to ask again.”

Grenade swallowed her fear of skulls as she chose to look up at him, but she was met with the most adorning, scarred face. 

Her jaw dropped as she gasped softly,

  “Ghost I thought you never-“

“Shhhhhh...”

Ghost had placed his large hand over her mouth, refusing to hear her words about him hiding his identity. She silenced herself, and took in his appearance with wide eyes. His perfect nose that look a little crooked at the top, maybe from being broken and readjusted at the same time. His gleaming colored eyes, that looked both beautiful but mysterious. The little scars that were here and there, like tattoos of hidden stories. His lips, his lips were pink from the cold, but they still look kissable. Grenade was shaken out of her thoughts when Ghost grabbed her chin with his gloved fingers,  and began to say in a low but comforting tone while looking straight into her eyes with a hint of compassion,

  “Everyday, you and I are going to work together, and worthwhile.. I’ll wear my mask and balaclava. I’ll teach you how to overcome your fear of skulls, for I always wear it no matter who I am with. And also because I know you can overcome your fear lass, you’re a tough one.”

 Grenade nodded at his words, and could only muster out,

 “Thank you, for this and for willing to help me, Price hasn’t been able to find anyone suitable... to help me out.”

Ghost smiled softly and tugged Grenades wrist as they began to walk away,

  “Well now you have me.”

She smiled at him shyly while looking at his scars, but she wasn’t disgusted by them, no.. it was like she admired them, and Ghost saw that, and could only appreciate her more. Which earned Grenade the sweetest words that ever came out of Ghost,

  “You can touch them..”

Grenade looked into his eyes hesitantly, but couldn’t think twice about it when Ghost went ahead and grabbed her hand, planted it on his cheek, nearest the largest scar. He dropped his hand and waited for her to begin to move. Grenade then carefully ran her fingers through them and memorized its texture and interesting shapes, only admiring how he could survive every fight he went through to get those scars. Once she was satisfied with herself, Grenade dropped her hand as she complimented him innocently,

  “You have a very unique face Ghost...”

Ghost sent her a small smile of pride, for he knew he look good, even with his scars, it gave him an extra touch to every beautiful feature he already had, he was just afraid someone else didn’t like them, but he was able to see that Grenade did. 

 He sent her a nod as he appreciated her words, 

  “Thank you little one..”

Rolling her eyes playfully Grenade trudged behind him as he began to walk,

  “Don’t call me little one, that’s why I have the name, Grenade.”

 Ghost stopped in his tracks and turned around before smirking tauntingly,

  “Why, because you’re small but effective?”

  Smiling proudly Grenade confirmed,

  “Yes sir.”

Ghost sighed as he began to walk again pulling her to stand next to him,

“Fucking hell....”

 “What?!”

“Nothing lass... later on you’ll have to tell me how you actually got your name, there’s always a story behind it.”

Grenade tugged on his sleeve before asking,

  “Will you tell me yours?”

Keeping his face straight ahead, taking into note how Grenade kept looking at his face especially his lips and eyes as they walked, Ghost nodded,

  “Sure lass, maybe one day that could be your bedtime story.”

 Bumping into his shoulder playfully Grenade added,

  “Thanks-“

“LT??!”

When Grenade heard the unfamiliar voice she stepped behind Ghost and kicked his knees so they’d buckle and he’d fall onto them. He let out a gasp at her actions but once again stayed put as she stood in front of him protectively she looked around carefully. Soon she saw a couple of figures walk up to them with light and drawn guns, but before she could do anything Ghost grabbed her hip firmly as he said with a small beat of cheer,

  “That’s Johnny! And that’s Roach, they’re safe. It’s ok.”

 “Oh.. ok come on.”

When Grenade turned around to help Ghost up, he already had his balaclava on with his skull mask, making her take a step back while holding in a gasp. But she let out a breath when her mind quickly registered that it was Simon behind the mask, and nothing else.. she was safe and could trust him. Ghost being his observant self had noticed her reaction immediately, but he only approached her, grabbed her hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze while saying,

“It’s just me, remember?”

With a sigh she replied,

 “Yes... I remember. I just wish I didn’t get scared every time.”

 He nodded understandably,

 “I know... but if you ever go through a tough time with it, I’ll take it off until you’re ready for me to put it back on.”

Grenade nodded with appreciation as he then added to make Grenade feel better,

 “If you can overcome your fear... you can have this one, I promise. I have replaceable ones.”

 Her eyes brightened as she raised her brows,

  “Really? But it’s special to you no?”

Shrugging softly he replied,

 “It is, but you overcoming your fear... would be even more special.”

Once Soap and Roach got closer to them Ghost went back to his stern self, but still sounded calm as he spoke to Soap,

  “Good to see ya boys, is our safe place near here?”

  “It is. Come on, Price and Alejandro started a fire and Gaz started dinner.”

 Roach looked behind Ghost’s large body build and could barely make out Grenade who stood behind him quietly, but she looked calm and comfortable. He sent Ghost a questioning look, as he nodded his head towards her. But Ghost shook his head approvingly as he turned around and grabbed Grenade by the shoulder gently and pulled her next to him as he said the words that made Soap and Roach believe that indeed Grenade was someone to trust, for if Ghost, who was a hard man and had trust issues, could trust her, so could they.

  “Boys this is Grenade, a brave one I tell ya... Price and Grenade will tell the rest once we get there. But I like this one.”

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[writingsfromhome]

Impossibly Real II

Y’all loved Part 1 and honestly were so sweet about it. I had to wrap up their story in return 💗

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Harry knocks on my door and I open it before he's even done. I was excited for this date, I really think this was going to be a good one.

That didn’t stop me, however, from having mad jitters while getting ready. In the end I settled on wearing a silky pink skirt and with a fuzzy pastel pink sweater that was my favourite go-to. I paired it with white boots (still heeled) and some gold accessories. I was feeling myself.

As soon as Harry sees me in the doorway he takes a step back. “Wow. You look…stunning.”

I feel my cheeks heat, unused to this kind of attention from Harry. And I could tell he meant it—it wasn’t just a cheap compliment to get in my pants. I try not to show my internal squirming. “Thank you. You look very handsome!”

“Ah,” he waves the compliment away. “You see me wear this sort of thing to work all the time.”

“I know but you shaved,” I reach out to touch his face and then think better of it. We hadn’t even gone further than my door yet.

“I did,” he rubs his face like I wanted to.

“I like the smell of your aftershave,” I say as we get onto the lift and the smell bounces off the four walls.

He leans all the way down so that his neck is beside my face. I giggle—god, I actually giggle. I feel an overwhelming desire to rub my nose against the heat of his skin but I keep my freak hidden and fake an exaggerated whiff instead.

“C’mon,” Harry holds his hand out and we head out to the tube, my hand securely wrapped in his; I feel giddy just holding his hand.

This was going to be the best date ever.

I mean, it was still weird going on a date with my neighbour. For one, he had to only close the door to his home, turn around, and knock on my door to pick me up. For another, I'd seen Harry a million times since I moved in last year and not once did I ever think we would be doing this.

Harry and I talk all the way to the place about a new Netflix show we were both watching. It's light conversation, we don't acknowledge the fact that we're actually doing a proper date. That we were both mega into each other. It's almost like we were simply traveling into work and casually chatting 'til we reached our destination.

The restaurant—Harry’s pick, is tucked onto a street corner near Soho, the window shades are blackened except for a fancy script. Island X.

“I’ve never heard of the place.”

“It just opened a couple months ago,” Harry holds the door open for me; who said chivalry was dead.

“Wow,” I marvel at the interiors. It’s like someone took the Great Gatsby and worked it with wood tones and orange lighting. And monstera plants.

“That’s a lot of monsteras.”

“What?” Harry asks.

“Monsteras?” I wave my hand at all the ginormous planters but Harry’s attention is to the front of the line.

“Monsteras?” He asks, eyes still forward. “Like. The Lil Nas x song?”

“What?” I crinkle my brow. But then it clicks and I can’t help but laugh. “Oh my god you think I’m talking about-“

“Hiya!” The hostess interrupts me and I cover my mouth.

“Are you laughing at me?” Harry whispers as we follow to our table.

“Yes,” I wipe my tears as we’re lead to a cozy corner. I’m even tucked into my seat!

“Wow I’ve never been to someplace as fancy as this?”

“Really?” Harry’s face flits with a microsecond of an emotion I can’t read. “I thought maybe this was your scene.”

“Oh no,” I shake my head. “This is very fancy. I’m kinda low brow.”

“Oh,” his eyebrows knit together and he fiddles with his napkin. “Some woman at work suggested it.”

“Oh who?” I ask. Harry’s spoken to me about work before, I thought maybe it was a coworker I knew.

“Just someone that works on the same floor.” He pulls his glass of water close to him. “She’s just a friend.”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like…” I trail off. Why would he think I was being jealous?

Suddenly the awkwardness of the situation washes over me. I was on a date. With my neighbour. If this didn't end well we were screwed. I would lose my only friend in the entire neighbourhood! It would be painful to live next door to each other! At least until one of us found a partner or one of us moved out of the complex.

The pressure of it all makes my ears ring.

“Right,” Harry clears his throat as the waiter approaches and starts to scan the wines. “Any of the wines look good to you?”

I stare at Harry while he buries his nose in the menu. Somehow I felt like I already messed up. Maybe all of these bad dates had one thing in common: me.

God, I couldn’t even make it work with a friend.

Harry glances up. I guess I forgot to respond. Before he could notice I’d been too busy staring I start to scan the menu.

“D’you mind red?” I ask.

“Sure. Which red do you recommend?” Harry asks the waiter. I think it’s cute he asks. Dates in the past have pretended to know the difference between all the names and then ordered something that usually tasted like dog shite.

They discuss the wine and I pretend to nod here and there while I browse the dinner menu. Obviously I had studied it after getting dressed tonight. I knew what was safe for me to get (pasta or seafood) and what would cause a big mess (burgers).

“I’m gonna guess what you’ll order.” Harry says once we’re alone again.

“You really think you know me well enough?”

“Yeah. I think I know you well enough.”

“I don’t think so.” He might have a lucky guess but we hadn’t eaten out together enough for him to know my taste. Plus what I wanted and what I was going to order tonight would be two different things.

“I bet you I know. I’m so confident I’m not even going to say it right now. I’ll just order for you when the waiter comes back.”

“Are we confident or cocky?” I tease.

“Confident,” he says but he drapes his arms back against his chair and relaxes, giving an f-boy cocky pose. I laugh, grateful for the reprieve of living in my thoughts.

“Ready to order?” The waiter asks after pouring our wine. It was a nice balanced wine that was helping me relax.

Harry orders his meal and then looks up at me, “She’ll get the Organic Highland Prime Burg-“

“Actually,” I cut him off. Harry looks at me with his sure smile but I shake my head. It falls immediately.

I feel bad but I just couldn’t eat a burger at a fancy place like this on a first date. I’d done it before and it had not gone over well. Think White Chicks but instead of a Terry Crews it was a Ben Shapiro.

“Sorry,” I point to the safe item. “I’ll do the Blackened Lobster Lasagna.”

“Great choice.” The waiter says something else but I’m too preoccupied with how much worse I was making the date.

“Really?” Harry asks. The waiter pauses as he looks between Harry and I and I start to flush.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” It comes out more curt than I intended and Harry just nods.

“Sorry.” I apologize to Harry again once the waiter leaves. “I didn’t really want something messy.”

“Oh. Yeah it’s alright.” He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. "The lasagna does sound really good.”

“Right? I think it'll be really good.” I hear myself talking and want to stab myself. Really. Because this king of small talk was what I fell back on talking about when a date was going bad.

I had to redeem this. This couldn’t be a bad date. This was just Harry.

“This wine’s good too,” Harry says as he puts his glass down on the edge just as I yank my foot out from under the table to show him my shoes, yanking the table cloth in the process.

“So my shoes-“

“Shit!”

His wine tips over onto my white boots and we stare at them as the stain spreads.

“Napkin-“ Harry’s voice snaps me out of the spiral I’d found myself in as I watched wine seep into my coveted shoes.

Harry’s leaning over patting it down but I yank my foot away. This was incredibly embarrassing; everyone around us was watching the scene we were making.

“We need water-“

“I’m going to the toilet,” I announce. Harry looks up sharply, his face is panicked.

“I’m sorry yn I-“

“S’cuse,” I don’t mean to brush him away but with all the eyes on me and the fact that I kept finding ways to ruin this date—this date that was supposed to be perfect, my eyes were pricking with tears. I needed a breather.

“Shite,” I sigh as I balance on one foot in the toilets and try to wipe the stain in the sink. But red wine stained badly just like my performance on every date I’ve ever been on.

“Get yourself together,” I say to myself in the mirror. “Harry is amazing and you’re fucking all this up! Shoes are temporary, finding a good man can take forever! Snap! Out! Of! It!”

I do some deep breaths and one last attempt at cleaning my shoe before I make my way out.

“Yn I’m so sorry,” Harry stands as I return. “I’m so clumsy tonight I didn’t mean to-“

“Harry it’s fine,” I put my hand on his arm. “Honestly.”

“The stain didn’t come out!” He notices the shoes. “I’ll replace them—send me a bill or…”

I don’t have the heart to tell them he couldn’t replace my £400 Acne boots that easily. I’d bought them a couple seasons ago to celebrate the fact that I’d finally gone out with a guy, and hadn’t thought about my ex once. They were I’m-officially-over-my-ex boots.

Now that I thought about it though, it was stupid to wear them on a date with Harry. They were soaked in the bad luck of all the dates they’d been on since.

Agh!

“I’m serious Har,” I cut him off from his plans to replace them. I take a deep breath and motion he should do the same. “Look, it’s really fine. Plus they’re my favourite colour now. They’ll go with the rest of my wardrobe.”

He stops apologizing and looks down at the splotch of pink on the white. “In that case. We’ll have to take the bottle home and stain the other one.”

“Deal,” I say and he smiles at me softly and it feels like things might go better now. Maybe we really had a chance.

When our food arrives Harry’s steak isn’t done how he asked, and they take it back. I awkwardly push around the food on my plate, not wanting to eat until he had his food too.

“You can eat,” Harry reminds me. “I’m sure it’ll be out any minute.”

“We can share for no-“

“Just eat,” Harry says but now all the focus is on me eating and I feel tense and awkward and quite frankly, frustrated.

I shouldn’t have piled so much hope on this date going perfectly.

We wave the waiter over when too much time has passed by, and he seems confused about the steak.

“D’you think they forgot?” I ask Harry.

“Maybe,” he looks frustrated, two spots of pink have taken residence on his cheeks. I feel bad. This date wasn’t turning out for both of us.

It takes another 10 minutes for his plate to come back out. By then my plate looks like I hated it but tried to eat it to be polite. Harry tries to ask if it can be heated but I’m way too non-confrontational in restaurants to let that happen so I shovel a mouthful of room temperature food and give the waiter a thumbs up.

I just wanted to go home.

By the time Harry pays the bill (it was expensive, even though we agreed to skip dessert. He insisted on paying) I was ready to call an uber to whiz us home. But he suggests we walk off the food to another station and it sounds like a good idea so I follow along. Maybe now we could have a nice time.

The walk was supposed to help clear our heads and be romantic but somehow the mood had soured beyond repair. We don’t talk the whole time, both of us lost in our own heads. Neither of us holds hands, or even loop arms.

And somehow it gets worse when we arrive at my door.

"Well this is me," Harry points to his door beside mine in an attempt at a joke. I throw a polite smile.

"Thanks for the date," I say. I feel like it's a little curt but I didn't really know how to act. Did we hug? Shake hands? We liked each other but clearly this date was proving we didn't belong together. Kissing each other goodnight felt like the opposite direction of tonight's vibe.

"No, thank you. And sorry. Again." Harry looks embarrassed as he glances down at my shoes.

"Harry, honestly it's okay," I try to reassure him. I would take walking ten miles in heels I had yet to break in than this awkward air that stifled us. It was never supposed to be like this!

"No it's not," Harry huffs. "I ruined your shoes."

"They're shoes. Just shoes."

"It's a first date, I don't want you thinking I'm a clumsy mess."

"Harry," I lean my back against my door. He looked so good tonight, I was so excited when I opened my door to him a few hours ago and everything had gone tits up. I didn't want him to feel this way. It was my fault, not his.

"I just," he rubs his face and then sighs.

"It wasn't that bad," I lie. The night had gone so badly.

"Yes it is!" He throws his hands up and the movement makes me flinch. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. God, everything's just..."

I blink and my eyes start to sting. It was the end of the night and we'd officially decided this wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't a shock, but still it was upsetting. I really liked him. I really thought things would work out between us, especially after that night with my heels in his bathroom. I had to call it.

"I should go in. I'll see you later Harry."

His brows scrunch up, he opens his mouth and then closes it. "G'night yn."

"G'night." I whisper. He stays there like he always does as I go into my flat. I peek through the peephole and catch him mouth a fuck before opening his own door.

Still in my outfit, my shoes kicked off to the side, I start to pace. I can't do anything except go over the date in my head.

Was there a particular moment I fucked up? Should I have said something differently? How did Harry and I go from having amazing chemistry and an honest friendship to this?

Maybe I was trying too hard. I should have just ordered the burger like he’d guessed, should have gone along with what he talked about. I should have been a better date.

That was it. I couldn't go to bed like this.

The fact that every time I had a shot at a date, a real chance, something had to go wrong and it was always me. I had to fix this.

I grab the doorknob, and pause. I was about to march right into Harry's flat and ask why the date went so terribly. But what was the point? It would just make things even more awkward.

I think about the last time we hung out. There was beer. Maybe we just need beer—no hundred pound dish or fancy red wine. We just needed to be us. Lowbrow beers and a relaxed environment.

I grab a jacket to throw over my outfit and slip into my Stan Smiths. I head downstairs and in the direction of the local shop for a 6-pack. We would drink beer in our flat and get over this awful date. This couldn't be the last of us.

As I cash out a familiar head of hair in the closest aisle catches my attention.

"Harry?"

"Yn?" He's dressed down in joggers and a jumper.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Grabbing dessert," he shakes the plastic container with donuts inside. "What are you doing here?"

I hold my box up. His eyes widen slightly, a frown touches his lips for a mere second before he arranges his face into a neutral expression.

"All for yourself?" He asks.

"No actually-“ I'm about to launch into what I was going to do but the cashier clears his throat and stares pointedly at Harry. He was holding up the line now.

"Oh sorry," he walks up to the counter and pays for his items. I stand off to the side and we walk out together.

"So you were saying?" He asks.

"Well. I was coming to your place with these."

"You were?" He stops in the middle of the sidewalk to ask.

"Yeah!"

"You're not joking?"

"No!" I laugh. "Why?"

"I..." he looks down at his box and swallows what he was saying. "Let me guess, was it a bad date?"

When he looks at me it's a cheeky look. I almost want to kiss him there.

"Another bad date yep," I tell him and we start to walk towards home.

"Was it the bloke?"

"Not exactly, I think a lot of it had to do with me."

"You sure the date wasn't an arse?"

"No he was sweet. He was very chivalrous, I really thought it was just going to go smoother."

"What do you reckon happened?" He asks. We were both enjoying playing this game. Quite frankly it was combing out the awkwardness.

"I dunno. For one I really wanted a burger but I got in my head and got lasagna instead. When do I ever eat lasagna!?” Harry laughs unexpectedly and it makes me feel good so I continue. “I started thinking about all of my failed dates and almost-relationship. I tried not to make this one date turn out like them but that was my mistake.”

“Sounds like it’s tough being you,” he teases. I push him lightly.

“Well if you could put yourself in our shoes what do you think happened?"

"I think your date got a bit nervous." He responds. By now we've reached our lobby and we take the lift up. "He's not used to going on dates—didn’t he have a steady girlfriend for 3 years? That's 3 years with 0 first dates. He didn’t want to screw things up and he was so in his head about the fact that he took her to an overly fancy place when that wasn’t her scene-“

“It’s not. But it was a cute place. Just poor service.”

“Yeah it was shite service—or I heard it was.” We glance at each other and grin. "I heard he split wine on your shoes."

"Psh," I laugh. “The pink stains were on the outside this time not the inside.”

The lift lands on our floor and we hover outside our doors. "Yours or mine?"

"Mine?" Harry opens his door and I follow the familiar hall to the couch I'd sat on just a week ago. I pull my legs up and we crack open beers, each biting into the sugary pillows he'd bought.

“I actually bought dessert so I could have an excuse to knock on your door and talk to you after that date.” Harry confesses after we’ve each had our moment with our donuts.

I feel warm inside, we’d both wanted an epilogue after the date. We were determined, and ended up in the same place. I hold my drink up. “Cheers.”

Harry tilts his head and smiles. He’s gonna be the death of me whether this works out or not, the thought pops into my head.

"I feel like I need to apologize," Harry continues. "I didn't want to mess things up and I think I just overthought it all and-"

"Please." I cut him off. "I totally made everything awkward and I think I'm just cursed."

"I don't know why I thought you would like such a fancy place. As soon as you said you're not into it I felt like I was doomed-"

"I didn't mind it! I just wasn't expecting it from you!"

"You don't think I'm a classy man?"

I laugh, "Just not that uppity on a first date."

"I was trying to pull out all the stops."

"Instead we just full stopped."

That gets a laugh from Harry. It dies down as he asks, "So what do you reckon? Is this a sign we're only meant to be neighborly friends?"

I bite my donut, mulling his question over. The beer and donuts were helping. I felt like I was thinking clearer than I had all night.

"I wouldn't say no."

We sit in silence as we think about it until he moves down the couch and rests his knee against mine.

"I really like you.”

"I like you too," I agree with my heart quickening.

"Then why don't we stop dating and just do this. No dates. Just hanging out."

"I don't know," I say. "I don't mind being wined and dined occasionally. Don’t you?”

"Okay, how about we just hang out. And when hanging out gets boring we put on our going out clothes and wine and dine each other. Think about it," he says and I nod, agreeing.

“Only if when we put on our going out clothes you keep wearing that aftershave.”

“Deal. And you wear your favourite colour each time.”

“Done.” I grin.

"So you wanna watch a movie or something?" He asks.

“Is that a euphemism?” I tease. He turns his TV on and turns to me with a disappointed look. I try not to laugh.

“No yn get your head out of the gutter. A movie. An actual movie.”

I stick my tongue out. "Can we just not watch anything romantic or sad though?”

"Toy Story it is," Harry puts on the film and we lean back against his couch, cuddled into each other. His fingers play with my hair in slow movements that feel comforting.

I wake up a few hours later, the movie long over. Harry's snoring softly, his arm wrapped around me.

I smile to myself. Even after the disaster of a date we were alright.

I nuzzle myself into the crook of his neck, feeling the musky heat of his skin, and drift back off.

***

A knock wakes me.

I open my eyes slowly and look around the room. I wasn't in my room. I was still on the couch, the cushions had done wonders for my back but my neck was stiff.

Harry was still fast asleep, his lips parted, and his arm thrown across his face. He looked so kissable then.

There was another knock, and Harry's arm slips off his face. He sits up, and the knocking resumes.

"Coming!" He shouts as he runs his hands over his face and hair.

He stands and looks back at me, and smiles. He's still sleepy but he's smiling at me.

"Morning." He says.

"Good morning."

He stays there with a dazed smile until I point behind him.

"Door?"

He nods and makes his way over to answer the door.

"Harry Sty-?" a voice asks.

“Yep,” Harry mumbles something I can’t hear. He’s asked to sign whatever it was.

"Thanks," his voice is rough and he clears it.

Closing the door behind him, he throws whatever package he'd received to the floor and walks over to me. "We fell asleep."

"I guess so. I'm still in last night's clothing." My skirt was now wrinkled and my top was half untucked and ridden up my midriff. "What time is it?"

Harry glances at his watch. "Half past 8."

"Shit! I've got work in half hour!"

"Work from here," Harry leans over me on the couch and offers his simple solution.

"I'll have to shower."

"You live next door. Just do your business and come back with your work things. It'll be like old times."

He's inches closer to me, and I really want to kiss him. It's funny we'd done none of that on our first date but now I want a re-do.

"Okay," I whisper.

"Okay," Harry whispers and he closes the distance and kisses me. It was better than our first kiss.

When I pull away I have a stupid smile on my face.

"Go get ready love," Harry laughs and pushes me off the couch. "You'll be late."

"See you later," I wave and walk out the door, smiling because he’d called me love again. And he hadn’t even hesitated.

Harry was right, it was a lot like the old days. In between work meetings, and Harry's calls, we had a lot of time to spend together. We chatted shit, snuck in some kisses, and talked about work.

We don’t go on a second date, instead we order pizza and watch Toy Story 2 (even though we'd fallen asleep in the first one).

Our days together are fun, and the nights were even more fun.

It was a Wednesday, a week and a half after the disastrous date. Harry and I had taken most of the week off and we'd spent it together, and tonight we'd gone out.

It was a great date, nothing fancy or high brow. Just a lowkey pub with a bunch of beers and greasy messy food and tons of laughter.

"So," Harry says as we're walking hand in hand back to our flat. "How many more days of leave do you have?"

"I have four and a half weeks total."

"Woah. That’s a lot."

"Why? You're not regretting this are you? Getting bored of me?" I tease him.

"I've had 29 years to prepare for you," he teases back.

"That's a good one. But I don't think you can handle 4.5 weeks.”

"Try me."

"Fine," I bump my hip into his.

We're silent for the rest of the walk. But it’s a good silence. When we reach the building, Harry takes his time unlocking his door.

"What are you doing?"

"Just waiting," he shrugs and I laugh.

"Do you want me to stay the night?"

"Yes," he answers without any hesitation; in the last week I'd slept in my bed once.

He opens the door pretty quickly after that and I follow inside—tomorrow, tomorrow I would sleep in mine. Harry could join me if he wanted.

Tonight I watch him close the door, the second the lock clicks I'm taking his jacket off for him and he's laughing at my eagerness.

"Someone's impatient."

"I'm not," I lie and drop his jacket.

"No?" He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. He kisses my jaw, and then the corner of my lips. You'd think I'd be used to this by now but it's just as dizzying as the times before.

I shake my head and his mouth hovers over mine, his hot breath tickling me.

"What about now?" He whispers.

"Nope," I breathe out and I push onto my tippy toes to kiss him. What can I say, I was denying it with him but I'd never been good at the slow and steady stuff. Harry's mouth was a drug, and I couldn't help myself.

He's not slow and steady either.

He's quick to lift me up and set me on the island in his kitchen, his fingers trailing over the edge of my skirt, his mouth working against mine.

His hand cups my ass and his fingers inch closer to my heat.

"Yn," his voice is soft and he pulls away.

"Yes?"

"Did I tell you how radiant you looked tonight? I can’t take my eyes off of you any time I see you, especially when you’re so loudly and comfortably you in your coordinated outfits and elaborate hairstyles. I feel like the luckiest guy out there. I think I am the luckiest guy in the whole city. I catch sight of you in public and…you just take my breath away."

"Aw Har. I’m already yours. You don't have to butter me up," I tease him as I pull him back to me but his words make me weaker than any kiss could. I know my eyes are growing watery at all of the nice things he’s saying and I’m grateful when he pretends not to see.

This was the nicest thing a guy has said to me, he was really telling me that he liked me for me. He felt lucky. Well I must have won the lottery if he felt lucky.

"I know I don't have," he doesn't pull back again but whispers this into my neck. A shiver runs up my spine. "But I just want to tell you that you're so beautiful."

His mouth trails over my jaw, and back to the corner of my mouth, he doesn't kiss me and I want him to.

"So beautiful," he whispers and I tilt my head back to invite him to continue the trail his lips were making. "So sweet."

He kisses my collar bone and the strap of my top. "So lovely."

His hands trail over my thighs and I want him so badly.

"You're making me melt," I tell him.

"Good thing we're in the kitchen," he hums.

"You're the worst," I giggle and his hands cup my cheeks and he presses his lips against mine. His tongue swipes over my lips and I allow him entry.

We're a tangle of limbs as we kiss and kiss, until I can't breathe. When we move to the bedroom I hardly have time to catch my breath there too.

"Yn," his voice is rough, his hair wild. His body is hot against mine and the way he says my name is enough to make me transcend this dimension.

"I like you. A lot."

"I like you too. A lot too." I can barely get the words out as I try to worm my way into his skin.

He chuckles at my growing impatience but he’s too far in to hold back again. He gives in to every one of my needs--even ones I didn't realize I had.

I'm a goner.

As we fall asleep, his arm wrapped tightly around me, I know we did the right thing. Despite being neighbours or the awful first date. The fact that we bumped into each other at the shop later that night meant we were supposed to have a second chance.

We worked best like this: warm and tucked away, whispering confessions into each other’s skin, seeing each other and not caring what we aren’t.

He pulls me closer in his sleep, sighing into my hair. This felt impossible before but it was so real now. And I think I really won the lottery; I’d dated a million toads before but I think I finally found my prince.

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@kuntxrgraudunkelbunt @mellamolayla

#harry styles fic #writingsfromhome #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles series #i hope this meets everyones expectations #for how things go between these two #harry styles angst #fanfic #i did not do a lot of edits so dont mind any inconsistencies etc

[theycallmebecca]

Can I request either Ari or Chris jealousy prompt “do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because - y’know what, never mind”

Hey nonny! Thanks for this fantastic prompt! I wrote most of this the other day and I had another ending in mind.. but it just wasn't working with me... but oh well.

This Memorial Day weekend, I’m accepting prompts. The information (and links to stories written for it) are in this post.

Title: Secrets of the Heart

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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Women love Ari.

Ari loves women.

You love Ari.

Ari loves you like a best friend.

You sigh into your drink as another woman stops Ari on his way back to your table. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the same routine they all do when they see him in a bar.

She’ll touch his arm.

He’ll flex his biceps.

She’ll giggle and coo over his “big strong muscles”.

He’ll give her a panty melting smile.

She’ll give him her number.

He’ll pocket the number and promise to call her.

She’ll go back to her friends, who will all giggle and steal glances at him.

He’ll come back to your table and drop into his seat like nothing has happened.

“What’s that face about?” he asks, picking up his beer and taking a swig of it.

“Just thinking,” you lie as you adjust your expression. He doesn’t know you’re in love with him and it’s better that way. Afterall, you are the opposite of his type, judging by the women he’s gone out with.

“Sounds serious,” he says, leaning forward. Then, because he doesn’t have a serious bone in his body, adds, “Tell Ari what’s troubling you.”

“I’m on my period and I have cramps,” you say, knowing that will make him uncomfortable. “So I’ve decided to go home.”

He cringes at the womanly stuff, but his expression turns to a frown when you say you’re leaving. “You haven’t finished your beer,” he says.

“I don’t need the calories,” you state as you stand up. “I ordered an Uber so you can stay and -” You motion in the general direction of the woman he was flirting with. “- do whatever.”

You don’t wait for him to respond as you cross the bar as quickly as you can. You have no intention on going straight home, instead, you plan to walk the two blocks to the ice cream parlor where you’ll get your favorite ice cream and eat it while you wait for the Uber to pick you up.

It’s still early in the evening, so you aren’t alone on the street as you walk to your next destination lost in thought. You know breaking ties with Ari would make your life a little easier, but the thought of not having him in your life is more heartbreaking than watching him flirt with nameless women in front of you.

You’re waiting for the light to change around the corner from the ice cream shop when an all to familiar voice says, “I thought you said you ordered an Uber.”

Spinning around, you stare at Ari in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you,” he counters, pulling you out of the way as another group of people walk past.

One of the women in the group stops and looks at his hand on your arm before looking at you. “Are you ok?” she asks.

Ari smartly let’s go and takes a step back, but you nod and assure the woman that you’re fine.

She glares at him and then takes his picture of the two of you with her phone. “Just in case,” she says then she walks away.

Ari curses under his breath before turning to you. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, his tone calmer, likely to avoid anyone else stopping.

“Why are you following me?” you counter. “I told you I was leaving so you could go home with that wannabe model.”

Ari lets out a satisfied noise. “And there it is,” he says in a sarcastic tone. “The real reason you left the bar.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you demand.

“You always do this,” he says, throwing his hands up. “It’s Thursday, our night. Yeah, I flirted with her, but I wasn’t going to ditch you for her. I don’t even know her.”

You roll your eyes. Not knowing a woman has never stopped him from taking her home.

“You know what, fine,” Ari says. “Leave. Go home. I’ll see you later.”

“Do you ever ask why I get this way?” you call after his retreating back, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them. 

He pauses and turns to look at you, his face unreadable.

“Maybe it’s because -” His eyes roll, obviously expecting another dumb excuse and you get control of your tongue. “- y’know what, never mind, fuck you, Ari Levinson.”

Taking advantage of the green light, you race across the street, embarrassed that you almost spilled your secret to that asshole.

A series of honks makes you turn and you see Ari running across the street, traffic lights be damned.

“Because why, damn it?” he demands once he reaches you. “I fucking need to know.”

“Ari, please, don’t,” you beg softly. “I -”

“Because I can tell you why I go home with those wannabe models,” he says. “Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He tilts your chin so he can look you in the eye. “You.”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him. “What?” Your brain is too stunned to say anything more.

“It’s always been you,” he says. “Just you. Perfect you.”

“But I’m not your type,” you state.

“You are my type,” he argues. “I only date the wannabes because they don’t look like you, don’t act like you… because they aren’t you. If I can’t have you, I don’t want a substitute. For the longest time, I’ve just been your best friend and I accepted that fact. But I want more, I need more. I want you, all of you.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he whispers. “But the question now is, do you?”

“Yes,” you say, on the verge of tears. “Ari, yes, always.”

“Thank fuck,” he says before he pushes you up against the brick wall of the closest building and kisses you, ignoring the cat calls and the ‘get a room’ comments from people passing you on the street.

That first kiss is better than you ever imagined it would be. The second kiss is even better than the first.

Pulling away, Ari rests his forehead against yours and says, “How about we get some ice cream then go back to your place. I think the rest of this conversation would be better in private.”

"Yes," you reply, looking down at your hand that clasped in his. "Ari."

His eyes meet yours in question.

"I love you," you say, needing him to know the full extent of your feelings for him.

"I love you, too," he replies.

#theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson fan fiction #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #Becca writes drabbles

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ooh, kang x reader where she's trapped in the quantum realm and he finds her, quickly becoming infatuated with her. she's kinda awkward at first but eventually warms up to him, because he's so loving with her and only her. basically strangers to friends to lovers. pleaseeeee.

OMFG IM SO GLAD THAT OTHER PPL LOVE HIM 😭😭 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Stuck

You have absolutely no clue how you ended up in… where ever this was.

You were stuck here, you learned after a while. Until you met someone, or two people.

“Hello…?” You said, as they both stood in front of you.

“You’re human.” One said.

“Uh, yeah.. I don’t know how I got here or where here exactly is.. do you know a way out?”

They both looked at each other and then back to you.

“Nathaniel.” The man said.

“Janet.” The woman said.

They seemed friendly. And they took you back ti their camp with them.

“You’re in the quantum realm. It’s a place without time or space.” The man explained, in easy terms. You don’t know where Janet went, but it didn’t matter. It had seemed like days you’ve been alone, so you didn’t care.

“So what are you guys working on, exactly?”

“We’re working on a way to escape the quantum realm. We’ve been here for a while now.”

———————————-

While Janet and Nathaniel worked, you took a small break. You sat and watched what looked like the sky. It was beautiful, you would admit. You’ve been here for what you assumed was weeks.

You heard someone coming up next to you and you turned your head. It was Nathaniel.

“Hi.” You said, and turned your head back.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He said after a while of silence.

“Yeah. Sometimes.. I don’t know. I just feel like sometimes I don’t wanna go back, Y’Know? Like no one’s waiting for me back there. And here at least I have…” you looked at the ground now.

“You know you can tell me anything.” He said, he brought his hand to your chin and directed your gaze to him.

He knew that you were destined to be together, all of his versions had fallen in love with you. No matter what you looked like or how you acted, no matter how different or how similar each version of you was, no matter if you were dead or alive, they all fell in love with you.

And he couldn’t help but feel the same way. He just hoped that you would understand eventually too, that you both were meant to be together.

“At least here I have you.”

He smiled, and he glanced back. Janet was not looking or paying attention to you guys.

You both leaned in for a slow, and passionate kiss.

———————————

And when Janet betrayed him, and set the place and plans to ruin, he protected you like it was the last thing he’d do. He covered your entire body as you both went flying back.

You didn’t leave him when Janet said he wasn’t who he said he was. You stayed next to him the whole time.

You were really the one meant for him.

If he wasn’t in his weakest form, if he hadn’t just been banished maybe things would have been different and he could have protected you better.

You were still alive, thankfully. You looked up at him and he stroked your hair.

“Don’t worry, love, we will find another way out.”

#kang the conqueror x reader #kang the conqueror #ant man and the wasp quantumania #ant man and the wasp quantumania x reader

[illuminatedquill]

Ghost Stories #01

Feat. Sabine Wren & Hera Syndulla

Story Context: Sabine tells Hera about her decision to be trained as a Jedi and is met with a cold reception.

"You're going to do what?" asked Hera, her voice almost a shout at the end.

Sabine blinked, taken aback at the Twi'lek's response. It was certainly not the one she had been expecting. They were sitting in the Ghost's communal area; outside, the constant buzz of machinery and maintenance tools from the ship crew could be heard as the old freighter underwent some much-needed repairs.

Feeling uneasy, Sabine leaned back in her seat and folded her arms. "I thought you'd be supportive," she said.

Hera massaged at her temples, grimacing. "And why would you think I'd be supportive of you being a Jedi?"

Feeling defensive, Sabine countered, "You were supportive when Ezra did it. And Kanan, too, when he decided to take up that mantle again. What makes me so different?"

"That was then. This is now," Hera replied. "This is not a good idea, Sabine."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at Hera. "Ahsoka seems to think so. You know, the actual Jedi."

"Former Jedi," Hera corrected. "And believe it or not, Ahsoka thinking so doesn't make me more convinced."

"What, you have an issue with her, too? You guys always seemed friendly to me."

"That was before Malachor," Hera shot back. "Where has she been all this time during the war? She hasn't said anything to anyone. She's different now. Less . . . I don't know, just less of herself, it seems."

Sabine couldn't argue with that. Talking with her master sometimes felt like trying to conversate with a rock. Whatever happened at that Sith Temple seemed to have robbed Ahsoka of her spirit; she seemed listless on some days, adrift from herself and others.

Desperately casting around for a change of subject, Sabine asked, "Where's Jacen?"

"With his grandfather on Ryloth," said Hera. "Don't try to change the subject, Sabine."

"Fine," Sabine snapped. "I don't understand why you're so hostile about this. It's my decision. I'm an adult. What are you going to do when Jacen starts showing an interest, huh?"

"I don't know!" Hera shouted, throwing her hands up. "I'm not - I'm not strong enough, okay?"

Sabine cocked her head at her friend. "What do you mean, 'not strong enough'?"

Hera hung her head. Hands clenching into fists, she suddenly banged them on the table. Sabine jolted in her seat from the abrupt display of anger.

"Hera?" asked Sabine quietly. "What's going on?"

"Kanan. Ezra. Ahsoka. And now - you," Hera muttered. "Maybe someday, even Jacen. I'm so sick of losing people. I'm not strong enough to lose you, too."

"Losing - what? You're not going to lose me like you did with Kanan, Hera. I promise. Ahsoka came back, too, even if she's not the same as before! She's still fighting! And Ezra's still out there."

Hera turned her face back to Sabine. The younger woman felt her heart twist, seeing the cascade of tears on the Twi'lek's face.

"You're already gone, don't you get it? I've lost you. Once you decide to take that mantle - when you add 'Jedi' to your name, it's over," Hera whispered miserably. "That's the truth of this galaxy, Sabine. Jedi die."

Sabine shook her head. "Kanan died. I know that still hurts for you. But I'm still here and I promise Ahsoka isn't going anywhere either. Neither is Jacen. I'll make sure of it myself. And I will bring Ezra back," she added fiercely.

Hera smiled bitterly. "It's better if you leave him out there. Even better if he's dead. Because if Ezra isn't dead, then that means the Force isn't done with him yet. That means Ezra is destined for more suffering. For more sacrifice and heartbreak."

The Twi'lek leaned forward, her eyes glassy with bottomless pain. "Leave him be, Sabine. Don't go looking for him anymore. If you love him at all, you'll let him go."

Sabine was silent. Then, in an icy tone, she replied, "You don't mean that, Hera. I know you don't."

Hera looked away, blinking rapidly. Then, quietly, she said, "You're right. I'm sorry."

She didn't know what to say to comfort Hera. It's clear her friend had been harboring some deep conflict over the fate of her Jedi loved ones. Sabine belatedly realized that her deciding to be a Jedi was, to Hera, probably adding to that conflict.

To that buried pain.

Jacen was destined to follow in his father's footsteps someday. Maybe Hera saw Sabine as a safe option - that she would never take up the mantle and responsibility one day and could be relied upon to never break her heart the same way that Kanan and Ezra did.

Sabine wondered if she ever had nightmares about burying her one day. Or Jacen. Or Ahsoka. Outliving them all.

She wanted to hug Hera in that moment so badly. But something in the Twi'lek's demeanor told her that it wouldn't be welcome.

She stood up and made to depart. "I'll let you get some rest, Hera. We'll talk later."

Still not looking at her, Hera gave the barest of nods in acknowledgement. Sabine turned to go -

"Sabine."

She paused at the hallway leading to the docking bay.

"Follow your heart. I'll always believe in you, no matter what."

Without turning around, Sabine said, "Thanks, Hera."

"Don't thank me," came the sad reply. "You're going to be a Jedi now. Just like Kanan and Ezra. I don't get to keep you anymore."

Sabine was quiet. Listening.

"You belong to the Force now. I know you'll do well. You always have. It's in your nature to rise and meet whatever challenges come your way."

Sabine felt touched by Hera's words, yet there was a chill in her blood from the solemn way she uttered them. Finally, she worked up the nerve to turn around and face her directly.

Hera just gazed at her, but not seeing her at all - seeing through her, was the better term.

Like she wasn't there.

Like she was already a ghost.

"You have an important role to play now, Sabine. And, just like the other Jedi I loved, you'll play it . . . to the very end."

*Author's Note: Hello! So, this is just a seed of a story. Sometimes, when I'm brainstorming ideas for Sabezra fics, I'll have these conversations/scenes between characters pop up in my head, out of context. I don't know if I'll ever include these in future fics but I've decided to just start writing them down and posting them here just to keep track of. I always have ideas bouncing inside my head for stories regarding Sabine, Ezra, and the Ghost crew in general, so there will be more of these little fic-lets, I guess the term is? Except these aren't really full-fledged stories. Just short scenes.

Anyway, the genesis for this is pretty simple: I've always been interested if Hera feels conflicted about all the Jedi in her life, seeing as though they've all been met with terrible fates. I find it odd that Hera in the Ahsoka series seems all onboard for Jacen training to be a Jedi, considering what happened to his father and Ezra (and Ahsoka, to a degree). As a mother, she has to feel some trepidation about encouraging Jacen to be a Jedi - especially in that day and age. And now with Sabine - someone who is like a daughter to her - resolving to take up the mantle of a Jedi, I wanted to write out a scene where all those buried negative feelings bursts forth. I'm realizing that this is probably veering Hera into out-of-character territory, but it makes for a really good, dramatic, and angsty conflict between her and Sabine.

#sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #star wars rebels #ezrabine #star wars #ahsoka show #sabezra fanfiction #ghost stories 01

[dodorimo]

WIP Wednesday

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WIP - Do not call Raphael old (or maybe do that)

Eirin adjusted the hood around her head, looking both ways before crossing the street. Failure to pay attention in a place like this meant she would end up with a lighter purse and a knife to her throat. It was a rainy, ugly night. The kind that would make the average person stay at home with the windows well closed and the doors safely locked.

Her latest deal with Raphael involved trading a magicked skull for an item that increases one’s vitality. The idea of keeping secrets from her party didn’t make her proud, but guaranteeing their survival took priority. They would forgive her, eventually. If it was any consolation, she never intended to give Raphael his much-coveted crown, even though she wasn’t above dealing with him on more agreeable terms. She prepared herself for the worse, but he was all too happy to oblige. Perhaps a little too happy.

Raphael was sitting in the far corner of the bar, with Korilla at his side, when she entered the room. It took only a second to recognize them, standing out from the crowd like a flower among thorns. Quite an unglamorous place he chose this time, she noted with a cursory glance. Not his usual scene, she’d wager, but it served its purpose.

The discreet bag was unceremoniously dropped onto the table with a thud. She went through quite a deal of trouble at Lady Jannath's estate to acquire that skull, and quite some more to keep it under control. Part of her was beginning to think the reward wasn't on par with the effort.

Raphael donned a black-and-red doublet that night, every inch of him a prince. Looking at the devil always brought a mix of fascination and uneasiness. His teeth were too white, his hair so shiny it could as well have been polished with varnish. But she supposed there was a purpose to it, all part of his meticulously crafted appeal.

“If you would be so kind, Korilla dear.” Raphael’s velvety baritone cut through the silence.

“As you wish, boss.”

The dwarven woman didn’t give her time to dwell on her thoughts. She gave her a look of disapproval, frowned, then stood up from her seat and took the bag with her down a dark hallway. If Raphael noticed the waves of jealousy radiating from his esteemed help, he didn’t comment on it.

“Tav, Tav, Tav. How can I be of further assistance? Can I interest you in a good wine to wash the palate?” He waved to the barkeep, and the man filled her a glass and slid it across the counter in record time. “This one is twelve years in the making, half your age, if I recall correctly.”

“That depends,” she answered, ignoring his prattle. “Do you have anything else in store for me?”

“So quick to change the subject.” He gave his best winning smile. Destined to warm hearts and make tongues wag. She was almost ashamed to admit she wasn’t exactly unaffected by it. “You know what they say.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “After business comes pleasure.”

A manicured brow went up to her hairline. “Not for me. I work around the clock.”

“What would convince you, then? To partake in a singular moment of bliss?” he said, placing a hand on her knee under the table.

Eirin flinched but didn't move. To an unassuming witness, the touch was no more than friendly banter, his fingers barely touching her skin, but she knew better.

His bold proposal didn't come out of nowhere. She wasn't ignorant of the way his eyes followed her around the room, the slew of backhanded compliments, and the double entendres he slipped in here and there. The question was why here and why now.

She chose silence instead of answering, swirling the liquid in the glass, before giving it a good try. Bold, with a note of sweetness. Must be his favorite.

“No disrespect to the good vintages, they have their uses, but I prefer something a little… fresher?”

That did the trick. He reclined back in his seat with his arms by his side, all mirth and warmth vanishing from his face. “Is that so?”

The wine must have made her more daring or she just liked the way his face turned sour a little too much, because suddenly, she couldn't shut up. “You fiends are all talk. I’d rather try my luck with the town drunk.”

#my writing #tag game #Raphael fanfiction #Raphael #raphael x tav

[julieloves074]

My Girl (Conrad Fisher x Y/N)

Summary: Jere takes Y/n to the Deb ball but Conrad can’t help but reminisce everything that has happened between them.

Warnings: Sad, sappy, drinking 

Words: 2.6k

(Not my GIF :) )

Conrad’s POV:

“Now I announce Y/n Conklin” the woman says and then lists some of the charity events she’d completed in the last few months and her plans for college, I zone out the second I see her step out from behind the curtain. She looks beautiful, no- that’s an understatement, my whole vocabulary seems to have dissipated, her smile simply set my whole brain on fire, my body ablaze. There was no word in that moment to describe her- or how I felt for her.

That was before I saw him, my brother, she hooked her arm through his. He looked handsome too, his eyes didn’t leave her even for the photos, she was looking towards the table though, I can’t help but crack a tight-lipped smile though I’m sure she’s looking at my mom and Belly who looked more than glad she was missing out on this experience.

The dress outlines her body perfectly it makes me regret this whole summer even more than I already do- a sick, guilty feeling building up in the bottom of my stomach. This summer was a composition of shit, arguments and deception. Most of this caused by me, and this time I think I actually lost her. I should have fought harder- now she chose Jere. And she looked happy with that choice.

“Doesn’t she simply look gorgeous, like a goddess?” mom whispered to me and all I could was nod, throat dry as a desert.

When all the couples were set out to mingle after the boy’s dance Y/n made her way to the table, she was showered with compliments and hugs, she even embraced me which didn’t help soothe the itch of my heart because her touch simply reminded me of the time I took her camping, it was me and Y/n and some of my friends from school. She was determined to come and she already knew most of my friends from her random facetimes. Still, she knew me better than the rest of them and was against sleeping in a tent by herself so we ended up sharing.

By the time we had arrived to our destination it was already getting dark, we heavily underestimated the walk and the fact that the location didn’t look the safest. When we all settled into bed after making some food on the fire it was about half eleven maybe twelve. The tent was a two-person so we had more than enough space to lay on our sides of the tent; no matter how much I didn’t want to. I was going to respect her space even when all my muscles were aching with the thought that she was within my reach. That if I only reached out I could run my fingers across her skin.

Everything was fine until around two in the morning, I wasn’t asleep yet, only lucidly, when I felt her shift closer, I immediately turned to look at her. She was looking pale.

“Did you hear that?” she asked sounding panicked.

“No- what did you hear?” I asked, we had all had a few drinks, her more than me but I didn’t think she’d start hearing voices.

“Footsteps.. maybe someone is coming to murder us! Or worse it’s some animal coming to eat us!” she whisper yelled at me. I couldn’t help but smile, she was just adorable. She thought an animal would be worse than a killer.

“Y/n/n I’m sure that’s just the rustle of the leaves, we’re in a forest in October,” I remind her.

“My god I forgot we’re in Halloween month… we did this to ourselves this is a horror film ready to happen!” she exclaimed, wrapping herself tighter in the blanket on top of her sleeping bag.

I don’t know what caused me to do what I did next, the half-sleepy state or the few drinks, or maybe a mix of both… But I said, “It’s ok, come here,” unzipping a side of my sleeping bag and motioning for her to come closer. I laid my hand around her waist and she curled into me more, I could feel her every heartbeat. I kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you,” she whispered into my chest, “I feel much safer now,” she sounded half asleep but I still took pride in her words.

The next morning I woke up to a slight weight on my chest, looking down the corner of my lips listed into a side grin, Y/n’s head was laying on my chest, arm slung across my chest, a smile playing on her lips, my arms were wrapped around her. I know I shouldn’t but I let myself run my fingers on her skin and pyjamas, tracing random patterns.

After a few minutes her voice whispered, “Morning,” she rubbed her eyes and looked up towards me, not moving from her space, “Sorry you’re comfy,” she said and like muscle memory this made my arms closer tighter around her. We laid like that until we heard other’s voices collecting outside. We were the last ones out, I didn’t want to ever leave that position. That day we took every opportunity to be close to each other. To touch each other, accidental hand touches, her jumping on my back, my arm around her shoulder.

We travelled to our next location and prepped for the night, there was a hope in my mind that maybe we’d end up like last night, but I quickly shut it down, I didn’t want to make her feel pressured and I didn’t want to give myself false hope. When we got in the tent to sleep we laid on opposite sides again- but not for long.

“You are much comfier than this pillow,” she chuckled trying to move it around.

I took a deep breath to control my excitement “Well I’m right here,” I announced and she was shuffling closer before I could even finish my sentence. That’s how we spent the six nights of our trip, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I’m brought back to the real moment when Jere comes to give me hug too, I swallow before patting him on the back and teasing him for his dance moves.

I stay quiet for most of the half an hour that we’re all sat around the table, but my heart begins to drum loudly, uncontrollably. The announcing woman calls all the pairs back onto the dance floor. The second Y/n/n and my brother are stood in line jealously hits like a punch in the gut, it should be me up there with her.

The dance begins but all I can focus on is the way her gloves fingers run around his neck, back and arms. Suddenly I’m brought back to one of the nights in my room, everyone was outside talking and drinking after the barbecue. I left to go upstairs with an excuse of a headache but in reality it was more of a heartache for mom. I needed to get my mind off of it, I was going to complete my routine, lie in bed and cry until I fell asleep, but before I could there was a gentle knocking on the door. I ignored it- hoping whoever it was would just leave, thinking it was Jere trying to drag me outside.

“Hey Connie it’s me,” a sweet voice announced, pushing the door open the tiniest bit, I could hear her step in and I assume she looked at the bed. I was close to not saying anything and letting her think I’m asleep but- it was Y/n/n I couldn’t lie to her.

I sat up a bit, “Hey, you ok?” I asked turning towards her.

She brushed some of her hair behind her ears and took another small step into my room, still close to the door, “I was just wondering whether I could come and sit with you a little while?” her voice quiet but hopeful. She always knew what to do, I can only assume that if it was anyone else they’d ask the typical “You ok?” “Come back downstairs” “Headache? Ok I’ll leave you to it,” but Y/n/n wasn’t anyone else.

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine, I’d like that,” I said, she closed the door and came to sit on the bed, looking around, she’s been in this room plenty of times before but I don’t question her sudden interest, her eyes return back to my guitar every few moments.

“Did you want me to teach you a few chords?” I asked, a shy smile on my face, she’s said to me many times she wanted me to teach her since I began playing but I always pushed the notion away, I don’t know what changed.

Her eyes lit up though and a huge smile unfolded on her face and that was enough, I would do anything for her. She jogs over to pick the instrument up and brings it back to the bed where I sat on top of the covers, at I sat beside her, but after fifteen difficult minutes of trying to teach her basic chords I was about ready to give up with verbal explications.

“Ok let me do this differently,” I say shifting slightly, “Is this ok?” I asked and she nodded, I sat behind her, extending my arms over hers and moving her fingers on the stringers with mine. Her hands soft like a feather and her laughter caused her whole body to push back against my chest. She was warm, her hair smelled like lilacs and honey. This wasn’t the first time we were this close to each other, but this time felt different.

“This is C, and this is G,” I went through a few chords with her, and it was better than before but when it came to her doing it by herself it was a different story.

“Maybe I’m not made for music,�� she announced turning towards me and shrugging her shoulders, I open my mouth to reply but she kisses my cheek, “Thanks for always being patient with me Connie,” she starts and I want to thank her for being patient with me, “do you want to watch a movie?” she asked. How could I say no to her?

She placed the guitar back on the stand and grabbed one of my hoodies off of the drawer and put it on before getting back on the bed.

“In here- just the two of us?” I asked, not allowing the little shaking in my voice.

“Yeah why not, this way when we watch a romantic sad film Jere won’t laugh, and you won’t be put off watching them with me for the rest of the summer like last year,” she explained getting under the covers, I switched Netflix on and looked towards her expectantly.

She got comfy and we started watching the Titanic, by the time we got to the ending she was grabbing the material of my shirt and crying, I ran my hands up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

“There was space for both of them on that goddamn door!” she expressed.

“I know, I know, shhh,” I whispered.

By the middle of the second movie she was asleep, I don’t know how long afterwards I fell asleep but by the time I woke up she was sat straight reading something on her phone. My head was on her lap, and it was dark, dark outside, there was no chatter coming from outside the window and she was running her fingers through my hair. This was exactly what I needed to soothe the ache in my heart.

Back in reality the cheers and claps begin. Everyone at the table stands up and mom moves to whisper in my ear again, I’m dreading her next comment because I have a feeling I know exactly what she’s going to say, “You taught her to dance like that Connie,” she had a smile on her face. Was she trying to torture me tonight? Was this the consequence I have to endure for my stupidity?

Still, it was true, from when I taught her the basic moves years ago, Steven and Jere were playing videogames, Belly was doing puzzles with Laurel and Y/n had been trying to do the dance moves herself, I offered to help her out. From then on it became a tradition and mom loved it. We learned all different types of dances and she became more confident in herself and each different type.

Mom loved to watch us dance and would often put on songs and watch us, I never complained because it meant I could let my hands linger on her body and she let hers trace my form. Still, we were human and we’d trip over each other’s feet or get tired and frustrated just leaning on each other and laughing. That was the true music to my ears. This was our thing and it meant we were comfortable with each other, it made us much closer. We got quite good too because we got invited to perform at one of the fancy ‘wine nights’ at the country club. After all those years, we were meant for dancing together.

I shake my head back into the reality as she glides towards the table again. A light blush in her cheeks, her arm interloped with Jeremiah’s again, and she’s smiling. That wide toothy grin I have always had the pleasure to witness when we were alone. Not anymore. Another stab to the heart.

“Ah! You guys were amazing! I am so proud of you both!” Mom exclaimed getting out her seat to hug them both. I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. Only a few more minutes I thought to myself, then I can appropriately excuse myself.

“Thank you, though I couldn’t have done it without all those years of practise so I guess we should really congratulate coach Conrad,” Y/n answers back, Jere releases his arm from hers and wraps it around her shoulders, bringing her even closer. My whole body went numb. What made it even worse was that she called me by my name. She never called me Conrad, it was always Con, Connie, Fisher, never just Conrad. Even when she was mad or annoyed.

“Well we’ve got to go congratulate everyone else but we’ll be back when the food arrives,” Jere announces with a laugh as they walk away from the table. They’re a ‘we’ now, something her and I never were. Jeremiah may not have as many of Y/n’s firsts as I had, but he will have this.

Like I planned I excused myself to take a breather outside, sat on one of the porch chairs, the music from inside somewhere far away, blurred by my thoughts. I don’t look up when a figure approaches me and stars rubbing my back.

“Will it ever stop hurting mom?” I asked her, too afraid to look up.

“A love never goes away Connie, especially not a love like you two shared, if you ever truly love someone they will always hold a piece of your heart,” she said.

“I miss her,” I whisper, a tear in the corner of my eye.

“She’s right here, in that room with Jeremiah,” she confronts me.

“That’s what makes this all so much worse,” I comment, I didn’t know how she’d react to my comment- he’s her son too, she’s seen this summer unfold though- noticing things we never thought the mom’s saw, she laid her head on my shoulder.

I don’t know what happens next, how long they will be together, whether I will ever be able to look at her without all my organs crushing inside, knowing the way I hurt her. But all I know is that there was a time where she could have been, maybe she even was my girl.

 Masterlist

#conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x y/n #jeremiah fisher x you #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x you #the summer i turned pretty x reader #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp x reader #tsitp fanfic #tsitp x you

[slusheeduck]

In the Weeds

It’s another sunny day in Baldur’s Gate, and Astarion’s been left behind.

“It’s not that I don’t want you there,” Falerin had said as he gathered up Wyll, Karlach, and Gale. “It’s just…”

“We need someone who’s not going to bleed the place dry,” Gale added, then paused. “No pun intended.”

Well, let them go on their do-good mission. There was still a whole city out there, and while it had been wise to stay put at camp out in the wilderness, Astarion knew every hidden alley and sneaky getaway in the city—he’d even wager he knew the area better than the Absolute. And during the day, there was no threat at all from Cazador or his siblings. So he took his chance to go out and properly explore the city he knew in the sunlight.

Which was a great idea, in theory, except that the city Astarion knew was dingy alleyways and hidden alcoves and the stinking sewers. He couldn’t even pop in for a drink alone, because he’d been banned from most places thanks to his…sparkling wit. So he ended up contenting himself with walking through the streets. It was odd, seeing the shops open and people milling about. No one even spared him a second glance—nothing unusual about an elf wandering around in the middle of the day, after all.

He had no real destination in mind, but his feet found a familiar path outside of his usual haunts. He wound through the city, the hustle and bustle slowly giving way to quieter streets and homes. He looked about, hardly even aware of where he was going, until he stepped off of cobbled stone and onto soft dirt.

Astarion blinked, looking around. Ah. The graveyard. Well, it was as good a place as any to while away the time—what happened, he wondered, if you died but already had a grave? If he didn’t make it, maybe they’d just pop him back in.

Or, well, no, they wouldn’t. Because if it got out he was a vampire, there likely wouldn’t be much of him left to bury.

He puffed out a breath, looking up overhead. Well, may as well go pay his respects. He started to wander over to a familiar tombstone, then stopped abruptly at what he saw there.

An elf woman—middle-aged or thereabouts—knelt in front of a grave, humming to herself as she cleared the weeds from it. Her long white hair was piled up on top of her head, with a few errant curls escaping to curl around her ears. She wore a lovely deep blue dress, with thin black leather gloves for her work with the weeds. Astarion watched her, silent, brows furrowed.

It took a few minutes, but she finally sat back on her heels with a satisfied little breath. Shit, he should cast invisibility before she turned around. Just as he raised his hands, she stood up and turned around. She let out a startled little “oh!”, hand going to her mouth. Her eyes were a deep blue, nearly violet, and they locked on his for a moment before glancing at his hands.

“Oh, I don’t want any trouble!” she said quickly.

Astarion glanced at his hands, then let them drop. “Nor do I. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He cleared his throat, making a face at how…soft his voice had been. The woman waved her hand.

“Oh, you weren’t disturbing me at all,” she assured. “Just doing some tending.”

“I’m…very sorry for your loss.”

“That's very sweet, but you don’t need to be.” The woman sighed, glancing back at the grave over her shoulder. “Brother of mine. Honestly, I don’t remember him all that well. He died when I was very young. Sad business, from what I do remember; not even a hundred.” She looked back at him and shrugged. “But our parents used to tend his grave nearly every day, so I figure I’d keep it up now that they’re out of the city.”

Something tight settled in Astarion’s throat, and it wouldn’t budge even with the hardest swallow he could manage. “I…I see. That’s very kind of you, Miss…?”

“Sadiira,” the woman said, breezy as anything. “And it’s Mrs., actually, but I quite enjoy the flattery.”

“Sadiira,” Astarion repeated. He glanced at the ground, then looked back up at her. “You know, it’s the funniest thing, you remind me of someone. Now—and stop me, of course, if this is too forward—but…what was your child name?”

Sadiira laughed, head tilting back and laugh lines etched in her cheeks. “I promise you didn’t know me back then. You’re a young thing, I can tell. Not even fifty yet, I’d guess.”

“A little older, but I get that a lot.”

“Mm. It’s those shadows around your eyes; you look like a student who’s skipped out on sleep.” Sadiira shook her head, curls fluttering. “Oh, where are my manners—I didn’t catch your name.”

“Gale,” Astarion said without hesitation.

“Ah, see, now that is a good child name,” Sadiira said. “I’ll tell you what I was stuck with—Ariadne. As a child!” She shook her head, clicking her tongue, then looked up, fair brows drawing together as she looked over Astarion’s face. “Oh my, are you all right?”

“What?” Astarion's voice broke, and he quickly shook his head. “Oh. Yes. Absolutely fine. Just…” He gestured around them with a weak little laugh. “You know how it is. The…energy of this sort of place.”

“Don’t I know it? This is the longest I’ve spent here, I think. Not that I’m not enjoying chatting with you, Gale.” She gave a little laugh. “Still. Shouldn’t be surprising, having a child name like Ariadne.” She gestured to the tombstone behind her. “My poor brother was called Astarion, of all things. Dramatic sorts, us Ancuníns.”

“Really? I never would have guessed.”

They both laughed at that. It was…nice. Well, as nice as laughing in a graveyard could be. After a moment, Sadiira sighed, looking up.

“Well, I ought to be getting back home. My husband gets worried with all this…Absolute nonsense going on, and my daughter, gods. She’s twenty-five, and you know what kids are like at that age.”

Astarion smirks. “Does she have a too-long name, too? Or did that tradition die with you?”

“Oh, it very much died with me.” Sadiira smiled a bit, face softening. “Her name’s Aster. Short enough to be manageable, but…I thought it would be nice. Like a bit of my brother could still be around.” She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes a bit. “Hm. Maybe we have met. You must be familiar if I’m dumping all of this on you.”

Astarion gave her a thin smile, fighting the ever-increasing lump in his throat. “Just…one of those faces. It happens a lot.” He dipped his head. “Anyway, far be it from me to keep you.” His smile stayed up as she gave him a nod in return, though it faded as she started to walk away. “A—Sadiira?”

She paused and turned, eyebrows raising. “Yes?”

Astarion looked over her for a moment, then swallowed. “Take care of yourself. Please.”

To his surprise, Sadiira let out a trilling laugh, hand going over her heart. She sent him a grin. “Darling,” she said, “I’ve been doing that for two centuries and almost a quarter more. I’ll be just fine, I promise.” She gave him a final smile of her own, lines etching themselves back into her cheeks. “You take care of yourself, too, Gale. Get some rest—I think you need it.”

With that she turned, and Astarion let her go. He leaned against one of the tombstones, letting out a soft, shaky breath. There were…a lot of emotions left to unpack, and there wasn’t nearly enough time to do so. He shut his eyes, fighting the sting that threatened them, then pushed himself to stand up straight and make his way out of the graveyard.

~~

“…and then, Karlach decides to throw a barrel that is on fire right at him!”

“No one got hurt! Well, except the guys we were fighting, but that’s the point!”

A laugh went around the table at Elfsong, where the party—returned from their adventure for the day—were recounting all that had happened. Falerin laughed along with the rest, but he glanced up at Astarion, who was oddly…contemplative.

“You’re not mad that we didn’t bring you, right?” he asked quietly.

The vampire, who had been tracing his finger around the edge of his wine glass, suddenly glanced up. “Hm? Oh, no, just thinking.”

Falerin nearly made a joke, but opted against it. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Gods, no, nothing like that.” His finger paused, and he looked up at Fal. His face was serious, and he started to speak, but finally he scoffed as he picked up his glass. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve gotten all the tragic backstory I have.” He took a drink, then looked back to the others. “Did Gale manage to trip on some grease? I swear he manages it every time, even when there’s no grease for miles.”

“It was one time, thank you,” Gale said. “And I’ll not hear another word considering your missed trap almost blew up the lot of us down in Grymforge.”

Astarion clicked his tongue, leaning against Falerin. “You miss one trap after literal dozens and everyone complains…”

Falerin watched him, then shrugged and took a drink of his cider. Well, whatever it was seemed to have dissipated. Really couldn’t have been anything too important.

Casual Banter masterpost

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 fic #Look I made the fatal mistake of mentioning a headcanon I had in a discord server #And as we all know I can't control myself #One day I'll write about someone besides this stupid vampire but APPARENTLY not today #Is it silly yes is it soppy yes is it finally going to let me rest YES

[kipsels]

Rumour Has It

Zhonglumi 'secret relationship'

Xiangling

It’s just typical Liyue gossip. Xiangling hears it all when she’s working in the kitchen, and the flavour of the week changes just as quickly as the menu.

Okay, so she might hope that she’s wrong, especially when she spies the two of them sitting together and enjoying her food. How could she not, when she sees Lumine’s face light up with laughter and the soft smile that the consultant answers her with? There’s a warmth between them that’s undeniable, a friendship built from bonding over the deepest of struggles.

Xiangling is positive that they’re just friends, but that doesn’t mean she can’t hope, right?

Hu Tao

O-ho, Hu Tao just knows that they’re fucking.

Sure, she’s never caught them in the act or anything - Zhongli seemed to be way too stuffy for anything that risqué, but it’s not like she hasn’t seen the signs.

Her consultant’s unusual hours, his spontaneous requests to take leave that sometimes devolved into outright absenteeism. And so what if that’s what he was ‘usually’ like, Hu Tao knows this is different.

Watching the way Zhongli undressed Lumine with his eyes from across the banquet table just confirmed it.

And they probably thought they were being sneaky, ha!

Shenhe

Shenhe was starting to realise how much people talk. Their chatter was never ending, pointless drivel that was loud and suffocating to her senses. She’d gotten used to the whispers and the sidelong glances she received from the residents of Liyue, curiosity getting the better of them as they wondered just who, or what, she was.

But the new rumour had taken everyone by storm. The consultant and the traveller were lovers, they said.

Huh.

Right or wrong, Shenhe would happily teach that consultant a lesson or two if he ever hurt her friend, Cloud Retainer’s warnings be damned.

Xingqiu

It’s like something straight out of a book. Star crossed lovers, destined to meet just before a tumultuous calamity tore them apart. A man blessed with the ability to wield the earth’s powers and a woman who descended from the stars above.

Could there be anything more romantic?

Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself again.

Chongyun would berate him for jumping to conclusions, but Xingqiu knew what he saw.

It could only be love that brought Lumine back to the harbour time and again, and it could only be love that saw Zhongli present her with a flower every time she did.

He was sure of it.

Yun Jin

Yun Jin wasn’t certain, but when she was up on stage and she caught a glimpse of them in the crowd, she let her mind wander for a second and thought, maybe.

Of course, that’s about as far as she got before she focused back on her character. It would be utterly unprofessional to appear absentminded while performing.

Still…

When the show was over, she found herself peaking through the curtains to spy on them as they left. Zhongli’s hand rested lightly on the small of Lumine’s back, his thumb lightly stroking the material of her dress.

And Yun Jin had to bite her lip to stop herself from squealing out loud.

Chongyun It’s not any of his business! It really, really isn’t! And it’s not anyone else's business either!

Besides, it's not like he saw anything, okay?

He definitely didn’t come across Master Zhongli and Lumine together when he had been tailing a demon along the foothills of Jueyun Karst. Nope, not at all.

And he definitely never saw the consultant pressing the traveller up against the trunk of a lone tree.

Nor did he see Lumine’s legs wrapped around Zhongli’s waist.

And he absolutely did. not. hear. anything.

Chongyun felt himself heating up, and frantically prayed he had enough popsicles to cool himself down.

Xiao

Xiao knew that Rex Lap- er, Zhongli was taking every step to adapt to a mortal’s way of life. The prime of the adepti seemed totally at ease with the position he now held within the world, even if it grated Xiao to no end.

But a mortal life meant new experiences. Employment, friendship… even love.

He doesn’t quite understand Zhongli’s reasons, but as he watched them walk towards the inn, the old Archon’s hand resting upon her hip, he could empathise with the desire for human connection.

But either way, he had no desire to confront an overprotective, broody adeptus to ask for answers.

Spring was nearly upon them, and it was hard to deny the scent of their desirous pheromones even from this distance.

#zhonglumi #zhongli #lumine #lumiharem #drabble fic #genshin impact

[demigod-of-the-agni]

FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft. Some of my thoughts on the Golden Saucer Dates >:))))))

I will proclaim which one is my favourite

warning: i hate dates. therefore all my opinions on the following, and my final verdict, are correct. good day.

Alone

Cloud's lonely gold saucer outing, when he comes across Jessie's picture and he tells her, "Hey, still waiting for that pizza" with the most saddest eyes ever.... be still my weeping heart

Also I love how he acknowledges that the skywheel is a couple's thing, then proceeds to board it anyway 💀 it'd be nice to see the whole thing by yourself though (<- i am an introvert what more can i say)

Tifa

Tifa's little spiel about wanting to make friends always hits me like a tonne of bricks, everything she says is FUEL TO MY STUPID AUs... WOMAN <33333

When they Jessie's picture and Tifa talks about Jessie saved her.... oh... oh my heart. i cannot take this anymore

WHEN THE FIREWORKS GO OFF AND THE COLOURS OF THEIR EYES BRIGHTEN,,, AND THEN HUG JUMPSCARE,,,, AND THEN KISS !!!!!!!! oughhh,,,, it's so good,,,,,,, everything is so perfect about the scene they are just. everything

Aerith

NAHHH THE DISRESPECT MY MAN HAD BY SITTING OPPOSITE TO MY GIRL.... HOW RUDE. Aerith deserved to spin the carriage around until Cloud spits out all the mako in him

RAGH when the laser show had them crashing into each other and they just sit down defeated next to each other.... it was so funny,,,, task failed successfully

WHEN CLOUD REACHED OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND IN AERITH'S.... THAT MAKES THE ENDING HIT SO MUCH HARDER. NO ONE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN

Yuffie

In my mind Yuffie seems like she's 12 (i know she's 16 or so do NOT come at me) so the date is really just Cloud babysitting her and honestly it went just as I expected: adorably :''3 Yuffie speaking for the both of them, so real of her

"I swear Cloud, it's like you're destined to be surrounded by smoking hot chicks" [strikes a pose] and Cloud laughing like yeah, you're a little silly Yuffie

GIRL WAS DOING JUMPING JACKS WHILE WAITING FOR CLOUD TO HAND OVER THE SKYWHEEL TICKETS AJSHSHSL

WHEN SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT ZACK... AND THEN SHE CATCHES CLOUD LAUGHING AT HER LATER AND SHE SIH-SIH-HAH'S HIM.... AND HE PLAYS ALONG TOO.... be still my screaming heart,,, the boy is embodying Zack in more ways than one

Barret

"Well, well, I wake baby from his nap?" if this were said to me I would immediately leave and mess up Barret's bed. let's see who gets better sleep after that

Anyways I'm forever in love with how, between the two of them, money jokes are their form of love. like that gets to me you know

BARRET'S "IN-KWEH-DIBLE" WILL FOREVER BE SEARED INTO MY BRAIN BY THE WAY. HE SOUNDS SO DELIGHTED AT SAYING THAT. I'M CHERISH IT FOREVER

Red XIII

"I already have the tickets, but look at me... there's no way I'm getting in by myself" dude look at you HOW DID YOU GET THE TICKETS

Red and Cloud are just having a guy's night, it's just so lit, I love it so much they are just good bros and no I'm not tearing up :''3

The two shaking hands is also so incredibly touching to me... they are just little guys!!! and then the "They ARE soft!" from Cloud,,, perfect timing my guy !!!!

Cait, Vincent, and Cid

ALL THREE OF THEM STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR HAD ME CACKLING BECAUSE. THE IMPLICATIONS OF HOW ALL THREE OF THEM DECIDED TO RECRUIT CLOUD INTO THEIR GUY'S NIGHT??? well maybe not all three, Vincent being Vincent was probably coerced into it, and Cid just wanted to tag along. The culprit of this outing was-

Vincent falling asleep is incredibly in character and relatable. return this man to his coffin. two decades of sleeping is not enough.

Cait pulling his hairs out is fucking sending me, poor lad

AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.... WHICH DATE WAS BEST???

Vincent, Cait and Cid. boys' night. it's an automatic win

jk but I loved Clerith's date the most... maybe it is because I follow tragedy and it follows me, but while the Clofi date is Canon, the Clerith date is so tender, and it really signals to me the could-have-been's. and i love the could-have-been's ykyk

okay bye

#agnirambles #ff7 #final fantasy vii #ff7 rebirth #ffvii #ff7 rebirth spoilers

[comfort-questing]

fealty (ch2)

prev

"there's a fellow outside, wants to see the new patient."

the recent flurry of activity had slowed somewhat now, and the healers dispersed to various corners of the infirmary's hushed candle-lit length. the apprentice set down the empty laundry basket and stretched out her tired shoulders, glancing up at the older woman who was sorting the fresh bandages from the linen chest.

"oh - I can do that, don't worry." having something in her hands was better fun anyway than standing uselessly about, and she slipped in to take her superior's place. "anyway, he looks a bit like a lost pup and I don't think he'll be going anywhere until we let him in - and I told him I'd ask."

"the one who helped bring the guard in, earlier tonight?" the older healer's gaze flicked to one of the curtained-off alcoves at the opposite end of the room. "you don't mean to say he's still waiting there... surely he's got better things to do now, with the festival down in the city."

"I think that was where they were," the apprentice said, carefully, and began to twist one strip of clean bandage-cloth into a tight roll, pinching the end between her fingers for steadying. "and something happened, and now they're here. he seems quite upset about it all."

"first time I've ever seen one of those lordly folk spend as many tears on the folk who bleed in their defense," said the healer, half under her breath, then louder: "well, go fetch him, if you think he'd be any comforted by it. I don't know that the poor boy in the bed there will hear or remember one way or the other."

the apprentice fumbled for a pin to fasten the bandage-roll, and thought of the young noble's tearstained face, and nodded. "all right. thanks. I'll go tell him."

-

outside, the young noble was still waiting, head tilted back to rest against the stonework of the wall and arms crossed to huddle into his rather inadequate velvet cloak. he blinked and startled as the apprentice came up, eyes wide with questions unasked.

"they say you can come along in. he's still asleep, but you can see him anyway."

he shadowed her on the way into the infirmary, quiet as if feeling out of his element, nodding with half-averted eyes to the healers at their work. she stood back a little once they reached the half-curtained alcove that was their destination, and nodded at him to go ahead of her.

the apprentice wouldn't have called the guard boy, herself. he was older than her, and maybe older than the young noble by a little, or else perhaps the starts of silver threads through his mousey hair had come early. but that was hard to tell, sometimes. the lines of pain at the corners of his wide mouth, the faintly gray and transparent cast of his pale skin, those made the guessing more difficult. the slow rise and fall of his chest under the blankets triggered an occasional wince and grimace even in his sleep.

"how is he?" the young noble's voice was low. he sat down in the wooden chair next to the guard's cot, hands working together, the stone in his signet ring winking dully in the candlelight.

"it's too early to say for certain."

"no, but if you - had to guess."

she didn't like watching the bright hints of desperation flicker across his face, but she did know he deserved the truth, anyway.

"the blade pierced a lung and he lost a lot of blood as well, before he came here and while the healers were patching him up. we gave him something for the pain and that's why he's asleep now. if the wound heals clean, he'll recover with rest and time. if infection sets in - "

considering and rejecting several ways to put the next bit took long enough that the young noble had, maybe, divined her intent; anyhow, his eyes left her face in the pause, and he reached out instead to touch the guard's hand laid limp on the cover.

"Valin." he spoke more quietly still, now. "I - I was such a fool. you were right, tonight, and I didn't - listen at all, and so - this is my fault. and by rights it should have been me, you know, who took the consequences - "

for a long still stretch there was nothing spoken in their little circle of silence, only the soft rasp of the guard's breathing, and the stir and motion beyond the curtains as the business of the infirmary went on. but by and by the guard's long fingers twitched, as if in delayed response, and though his eyes were still closed his lips moved to shape unheard words. the effort of speaking made him cough, sharply, and give a low moan of pain quickly bitten back.

"shh. you don't have to answer." the young noble leaned closer. "only know that I'm sorry, and I didn't deserve that, what you did for me."

"m'lord." the guard's voice was a thready whisper, his eyelids heavy with drugged weakness. "fool - maybe - but safe - yes?"

"yes. I'm safe. we got away."

"ah. that's - good." there was a crooked hint of a smile on his face, casting him younger despite the lines of pain. "stop talking - like that. stupid guard I'd be - if I couldn't - "

the coughing caught him again, and the young noble looked up at the apprentice in sudden worry; she knelt down and slipped an arm under the guard's shoulders, easing a second pillow up behind him with her other hand. the rag she wiped his mouth with came away with bloody streaks.

"when your lord tells you not to talk I think he means it," she said, because being almost a real healer did still give you some privilege to scold people when necessary. "breathe, and just rest for now. I'll chase him off so he can get some rest too, don't worry."

his half-open eyes focused on hers for an instant, cloudy blue in the candlelight, and slipped past to find the young noble waiting beyond. the smile returned, briefly, before his eyes closed again, each breath shaking through him.

"you'd best be going now," she said, over her shoulder, trying to gentle her voice to soothe the stricken look she saw on the young noble's face in that moment. "but you can come back tomorrow, if you like."

maybe she should have asked the healers first about that. but surely one poor worried noble wouldn't be too much trouble, tomorrow morning. hopefully - she thought, then, as she helped the guard lie back on the pillows - hopefully there'd be good news for him then, too.

#whump #hurt comfort #medieval whump #crow writes a thing #me: write a little more on the scene! the scene: become lomng

[badgallly]

The Chosen One Part 5

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hey guys! how are you ? finally chapter 5 of 'the chosen one'. the next chapter of the 'party' is going to be on fire, and I'm warning you that it's going to be long. you asked me a lot and here it is! i love all the cute and motivational messages you guys send me, it really warms my heart <3 today is my birthday so i decided to post it today, it's my birthday but it's your gift! <3 make requests :3 take care ;3 I love you <3!

On the cold floor, I'm still on the floor, tears insist on coming down from my eyes more and more. I feel a very big void inside my chest, Kylian's words echo in my mind :

"You're already thinking too much for someone who is just a whore!"

His gruff, cold voice repeats like an endless loop in my head. Is this what I'm doomed to be for the rest of my life? A mere prostitute? a worthless prostitute who is sold as a commodity where everyone uses, abuses and humiliates? Is kylian right?

Kylian…ah Kylian. I've been through all kinds of aggression and humiliation throughout my life, in fact I should be used to it by now, but I don't understand why Kylian's attitude affected me so much. I don't know why, but I thought Kylian would be different… her education, the way she talks to me, even though she 'bought' me, she didn't put a single finger on my body, even though we only met 2 days ago… let's just say no one ever treated me with the 'minimum' of dignity that he did. Anyway… I was totally wrong, that just shows how stupid I am.

I get up from the floor and lay on the bed, wipe my tears and take a deep breath trying to calm myself. I start to think and see some flashbacks of my life, am I destined to never be happy in my life? in the midst of my thoughts I soon fall asleep.

10:00 PM

I wake up and lift my head which is a little heavy, wow… I slept a long time. soon I regain my consciousness and I recognize the room I'm in, I hear the noise of the TV downstairs, probably Kylian. I decide to take a shower, nothing better than a shower to take away all the stress and calm the body.

Right after taking my shower, I decide to go down, I'm hungry, I didn't even have lunch today. As I go down the stairs I see Kylian playing with his cell phone and with the TV on, he notices my presence, looks at me and then turns his attention to his cell phone. I feel a pang in my heart, despite everything I had a little hope that maybe he could at least apologize. Look there again me being an idiot? I have to stop this! I go to the kitchen and make myself a snack. While I'm preparing I feel footsteps approaching and a hand touches my shoulder, and goes down to my waist which causes shivers in my body. Kylian says softly in my ear:

_y/n, we need to talk! Kylian says in a soft tone in my ear again shivering throughout my body. I turn, and look into his eyes and see a twinge of regret in his eyes.

_okay, kylian. You can say.

_Sorry for earlier, I know I was an idiot. I had arrived from training and I was stressed, and right after I had a psg game, I'm sorry I ended up taking my anger out on you!

_everything you said hurt me a lot kylian, I don't know what you think of me, actually I know… as you yourself said that I'm 'just a prostitute', know that I have feelings too and I'm in this life it's not because I I want kylian and yes because I've always had a very difficult life and I need that to survive so I don't know if I can apologize to you right now I still feel very insulted and hurt.

_No y/n I don't think you're just a 'whore', I can see that you've had a very painful and difficult life, you're a strong woman, but… you're right y/n, it's okay… I went an asshole and you need space. I will respect your time. I nod looking into your eyes I see regret in your eyes that land again in mine; he was turning to leave the kitchen but soon returns:

_y/n, I forgot… I want you to pack your bags, remember that our trip is tomorrow to New York. Take lots of clothes and accessories, we'll be there for 3 days, in addition to my meeting, there will also be an end of season party for the players. We're leaving very early on my private plane. _Okay Kylian, I'll go. _ah and when you finish, come to the room let's watch a movie together.

time skip

I finish packing my bags and head downstairs.

I see Kylian messing with the remote control, as soon as he notices my presence he smiles.

_ come y/n, sit here, I'm looking for a movie. He pats the couch for me to sit next to him.

I walk but a little afraid to sit next to kylian, he's still a ticking time bomb. I approach and stay a relative distance from him. Kylian goes through some movies and chooses an action one. The silence is deafening for a few minutes until Kylian breaks the silence:

_Y/N? Kylian says suddenly.

_Yes? I say looking at him.

_My intention was never to scare her. I know I was stupid earlier and I already apologized, despite knowing you for 2 days I think you are a strong woman and warrior. I know I'm being repetitive but it was because I regretted it earlier. But I want you to accept my apology, please. I don't want to fight with you tomorrow for the trip y/n, you are a very delicate flower and I hurt you, I'm sorry?

He looks at me with those regretful puppy dog eyes, and despite everything I see truth in his words. He's so handsome and cute now it's impossible not to accept these excuses.

_Thank you kylian, it's okay, I accept his apologies! _ He gives me a smile of happiness and I smile together. Why is kylian so unstable and attractive at the same time? Within 2 days I realize he's a total mess and I'm slowly losing myself in him.

In the midst of my thoughts, I fall asleep. but... I feel Kylian covering me with the blanket and I end up passing out.

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