#the date that shall forever be interrupted

[luna-writes-stuff]

As Long As It’s Not About Love, Dean Winchester

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Fanfic, gn! reader

Fluff

Word count: 2141

Tw: Brief mentions of injuries/blood, spoilers for all SPN seasons, you get a dog (no excuses). Dean struggles to say ‘I love you’. Some pining, but it’s all resolved. This was written in an hour and you can tell.

Summary: The three times Dean wants to say the L-word, but he can’t. And the one time he does.

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“From the first time we touched with our eyes Only magic could take away my heart. I am always afraid for my heart.”

For as long as you’d known Dean, you knew he could never say the L-word. You had known this when you became friends and you had known this when you became a couple. It never seemed to bother you. Friends around you had thrown it around like a casual thing, but Dean seemed to attach more meaning than most to that word. He never outwardly discussed it with you, but you knew it bothered him at times. It never bothered you, though. No matter how long the two of you had been dating, you found peace with his reluctance.

Dean, however, did not. He loved you - he knew he did, which was exactly why it bothered him so much. If his feelings told him one thing, but his mouth couldn’t voice it, where would that leave him?

He had tried to tell you. Many, many times. But there was always something, or someone that would interfere. More often than not, that was his own conscious.

“So lay beside me now and tell me lies, sweet lies. As long as it's not about love.”

The first time he almost said it, had been a sheer moment of fear. Hunting halfgods sometimes appeared to be more challenging than you were originally led to believe. He and Sam had sprung the perfect trap: you and Dean would serve as easy bait as Sam would try to sneak from behind. But plans always worked better in theory.

The god had been aware of your scheme, and had set his very own trap, leaving Sam unconscious on the floor the second he had opened the back door. Neither you nor Dean had enough time to react before you were both on the floor.

When you awoke, all three of you had been tied to a chair, your wrists bound tightly together, almost restricting the blood flow. Dean remembered all too well how he had felt that day. The halfgod had loomed over your figure, taunting and threatening you, almost enjoying the way the Winchesters reacted.

From the back of your chair, you managed to clumsily reach Dean’s hand, clinging to it tightly. When he felt it shake within his own, he would have whispered any words to comfort you, but there hadn’t been much else he could besides show the same stone cold expression, not daring to let the god know he had been pushing all the right buttons.

“Shall we sail off the edge of the world? Fall forever and never look behind. But I must keep my heart from my mind.”

It was when you finally returned to the motel after slaying him, that reality began to dawn upon him. You had been frightened that day - mortified. And there was nothing either of you could do besides watching it happen.

When it took you longer than usual to get out of the bathroom, he had entered the room and found you upon the floor, your head in your hands as you silently wept out all the left-over stress. He had sat down on the floor beside you, not saying anything. His arms wrapped around you as he forced you into his hold, his embrace grounding you as you found yourself slowly coming back down to Earth.

The blood on his shirt was a rude interruption to your eyes. Where calmness had finally begun to settle in, you now found yourself reliving it again. Your sobs grew harder again as Dean began to gently shush you, his fingers tracing figures on your back.

Mumbles of desperation escaped you without full context, and - though he had no idea what you were saying - Dean knew you were trying to make everything make sense in your head. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” He muttered into your hair. “I…” His breath hitched slightly, a dawning feeling settling in his stomach.

He couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Lay beside me now and tell me lies. As long as it's not about love.”

The second time was after Dean came back from the post-apocalyptic dimension. You had stayed behind with Rowena, watching over Lucifer. Rowena had insisted she didn’t need the help, but Dean would rather have you safe in the bunker than possibly stuck in a world where angels ran haywire.

When Lucifer had shown up on the other side of the portal, his blood had almost run cold. First, he lost Sam - who eventually came back -, then Lucifer would be terrorising Jack, and to top it all off, the devil loved to boast about how terrified you were of him.

In truth, you had kept yourself standing for quite a while. You had almost gained his respect for it. But you were still a mortal, and you stood no chance against an archangel. Not even a fallen, half-fuelled one. Not when he was pissed.

Rowena had cast him out before he could deal any severe damage, so the words he had spoken to Dean had been nowhere close to the truth. He hadn’t gutted you, tortured you or put your head on a spike. Dean hadn’t truly believed all of his words either, but they chilled him to his core nonetheless. There was no easy way to check up on you; nothing would soothe him but perhaps his own mind. And it caused a terrible distraction to him in the whole escaping plan.

“Oh, the last time we touched with our eyes And the magic was stronger than the heart. Oh, I can't run away with my heart.”

When Dean finally resurfaced, he was met with your bloodied face, a hasty plaster just beneath your left eye. Confusion was evident on your face, but he dismissed it. The people behind him could be introduced later.

His bag immediately fell to the floor, a heavy sigh escaping him as he walked towards you in three long strides. His arms wrapped around you tightly, squeezing your back as his head fell in the crook of your neck.

“You’re safe,” He uttered, swallowing down the urge to let out a choked cry. “You’re alright.” His hands rose to your cheeks as you parted, his eyes staring into yours with relief. A comforting kiss was placed upon your lips as he revelled in the feeling of your warm hands covering his. You were alive - you were well.

“I…” Again, that dreadful feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. Your eyes showed empathy; you knew. He didn’t have to say it. He wanted to. He just couldn’t.

“I missed you so much.”

“So lay beside me now and tell me lies. As long as they're not about love.”

The third time was during Chuck’s impending doom situation. Worlds had already been destroyed, and you knew it was just a waiting game now until yours would be next. You had lived through apocalypses, dimensions and times, but impending doom had been your worst experience thus far. There was nothing you could do to stop it. Sam and Dean were adamant and stubborn, always ready to fight, but even now they began to see that perhaps, this truly had been the end.

“So, what’s next?” Sam sighed, multiple papers strewn on the table in front of him. You and Dean sat on the other side of him, a bored expression on both of your faces. “I hate to be the one to say this,” You sighed. “But I think acceptance is really all there is now.”

You felt Dean’s eyes turn to you. “Really?” “Yes, really, Dean.” You clarified. “We’re fighting God. We can’t win that one.” “We can’t just give up.” “Then, what do you suggest we do?” You shouted, all pent up frustration suddenly tumbling out. “Bring him a gift basket with a note ‘please, don’t kill us’? Maybe he’ll show some sympathy!” You rose from your seat, the chair falling on the floor behind you with your movement. “We’re going to die! The sooner we accept that, the better! Makes it a lot easier.” Though the last part was mumbled, you were sure the guys heard it too. You didn’t want them to respond to it. You turned around, heading out the library towards your room.

“Sweetheart, come on!” Dean called after you, also rising from his seat, but you had already disappeared. Sam cast him an apologetic glance. “Ah, save it.” His brother groaned, taking off after you.

“Shall we sail off the edge of the world Fall forever.”

A soft knock was heard on the door before the knob slowly turned. “Sweetheart?” “Leave it, Dean.” You groaned, curled up on the bed, which you had almost forgotten you shared. “No,” He answered, before the door closed. A moment of silence fell over the room before the bed slightly dipped behind you. A hand gently made its way to your shoulder, placing comfort there.

“How do you find any solace in all of this?” You muttered, hugging a pillow closer to you. “I don’t.” He answered honestly. “But we can’t afford to stop fighting. If I did, I would have been dead ten years ago.” “You were dead ten years ago.” You countered. A chuckle escaped him at your remark. You turned your head at the sound, showing him a faint smile.

“We’ll keep fighting,” He returned, his voice equally hushed. “Until we fall down. We don’t stop fighting until we stop breathing.” His hand lowered over your arm, finding your hand instead. As his fingers intertwined with yours, he gave you a pleading look: “Please, don’t stop fighting. If we can get five more days, I’d like to spend them with you.”

You let out a low scoff at that. Not in annoyance, but in agreement. You brought your hands up to your mouth, placing a light kiss on the back of Dean’s hand. “I love you, Dean.” You whispered against it, your eyes looking up to look into his. “You don’t have to say it back.”

“Take my heart away but, no You can't say words about love.”

When he finally managed to say it, he didn’t even think of it. Where he had once tried to find proper words for every situation, he had now come to accept things as they were.

When Jack had brought everything back, you and Dean decided to take off on your own. Sam wanted to leave the hunting life behind, and after everything the three of you had been through, you completely understood him. And to your surprise, so had Dean. Both of you had settled into a typical white fence house, the occasional demon traps hidden under doormats and salt lining every window. But besides that, you seemed to have found somewhat of a normal life.

Much to Dean’s demand, you had gotten a dog, caring for it as if it had been a child. Walks were always shared together, a great way for both of you to get some exercise without having to hunt everything that hadn’t seemed relatively normal.

“If the magic comes between us And we never meet again. Take a part of me away.”

And that was exactly how he had found himself in that situation. On a bench in a dog park, sitting directly next to you, your head on his shoulder. He never thought he’d find himself enjoying a simple life, but there he sat, watching his dog run with the others while both of you sat in blissful peace.

“I was thinking of going to that new steakhouse downtown tonight.” You mumbled, a faint smile on your face as you felt Dean’s shoulders shift slightly with his laughter. “Bought some pie for when we get home afterwards.”

“That sounds amazing,” He groaned. “Good,” You laughed, looking up at him. “Because I already made the reservation.” A fond smile crossed his face as he leaned his head against yours.

“God, I love you.”

Your body tensed simultaneously with his as his words were spoken. Lifting your head, you gave him a surprised look, unable to suppress the grin growing on your face. Dean copied your look, a low chuckle escaping him as he processed his words.

“I do,” He reassured. “I love you.” You laughed at that, your hands falling around his shoulders as you brought him in for a hug. “I love you.” He repeated between kisses placed on your collarbones. Then, he kept you at arms distance, unable to deny a second laugh. A firm kiss was placed upon your lips - one you gleefully returned. “I love you.” He spoke again, placing a second kiss on your forehead.

“God, I love you too, Dean Winchester.”

“'Cause maybe it's all about love, love.”

#november writings 2023 #spn #supernatural #dean Winchester #dean winchester x reader #Jensen ackles

[definitelynotabook]

@jegulus-microfic, April 4 - forbid, 538 words

James and Regulus had been dating for five months. Five glorious months. However this information had been withheld from James’ best friend, Regulus’ brother, Sirius. Remus knew. Barty knew. Hell, even Pete knew. But they decided that Sirius could not know, at least for the time being.

They had actually managed this so far quite successfully, taking use of the map, James’ invisibility cloak, and free periods. These precautions were taken in order to postpone the dramatic outburst that would be seen when Sirius Black, biggest drama queen ever to have graced the halls of Hogwarts Castle, found out about his best friend dating his younger brother in secret.

But of course the precautions could only get them so far and postponed doesn’t mean cancelled in its entirety so one day, Sirius would inevitably find out.

That day is today.

Sirius had walked in on James and Regulus snogging about a half hour ago. After having a first screaming match with Regulus and banishing him to his dorm, promptly followed by throwing up (dramatically), he gets James seated in the desk chair that resides in the dorm with a bright light shining in him eyes, hollywood movie interrogation style.

“I forbid you from seeing Regulus!”

“You forbid me?”

“Yes!”

“Until when?”

“For forever! You say never kiss, speak to, or touch my baby brother ever again! So long as you both shall live!”

At this point Remus chooses to speak up, “Pads, you should know that this has been going on for five months.”

“Months!?”

“Yeah,” James replies sheepishly from his place on the chair.

“For five months you have been desecrating his mind and body with your devilish charms and troublesome ways!?”

“I- um-”

“From what I’ve heard, Regulus is the one who does more mind-desecrating of the both of them,” Remus says, “Not that James had much of a mind to begin with.”

“Hey!”

“Yeah, he has James completely whipped,” Peter chimes in, “You should consider yourself lucky that you haven’t had to deal with him everyday drooling over him, ‘Regulus is so pretty,’ ‘Regulus is so smart,’ ‘I wish Regulus would take those attractive hands of his and-’”

“OKAY! I get the picture!” Sirius turns his attention back to James, “What are your intentions with my brother?”

“I- uh-”

“Is it purely sexual?”

“No!”

“And you appreciate his intellect as well as his looks?”

“Yes!”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes!”

“You love me?” Regulus’ small voice can be heard from the doorway.

“What are you doing here? I told you to go to-”

Regulus interrupts his brother “James, do you love me?”

“Yes, I do.”

Regulus runs into James’ waiting arms and pulls him into a kiss. They hear the sound of Sirius gagging in the background, likely off to the loo again to be sick. The kiss between them only deepens. They both need this more than they need air to live, this is the only thing they’d ever really need to keep them going, this spark they could never extinguish. The kiss finally breaks as they come up for air and they both rest their forehead on the other’s, noses touching, breaths ghosting across each other’s faces.

“I love you too, James.”

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus #dead gay wizards #jegulus microfic #april 4th

[pianocat939]

INDULGENT THOUGHTS #1

Ok so as some of us know, my Yan turtle bots have been having weird sentience shit so like-

Tw: implied future kidnapping

(I was gonna write this yesterday night but I fell asleep lmao- happens quite often actually) 

“Where are they?” Leo whines, laying on the ground in boredom. He stares up at the big screen before him, wishing something would happen.

“They’re probably busy, they’ll come back in a few hours.” Donnie claims, scrolling through his phone. He seems to not care much for them, but internally he’s anxious for them to return too.

“Ugh, whoever is keeping their attention off of me, I’m gonna kill them!” Leo’s hisses, pacing around. They were in the middle of their chat before they suddenly left and it pissed Leo off to no end. Why did they have to leave? Surely spending time with him would be so much more fun…

Mikey walks into the room, “My divinity still hasn’t tried the apple crumble I made!” He cries, gesturing the metal pan in which the dessert lays in. He fidgets with his fingers, too nervous to calm down. 

“And I haven’t gotten my daily hug…” Raph mumbles inaudibly, his usual self downcast. He hugs one of his many plushies, seeking comfort in the doll. He felt like crying.

The boys fell silent, too engrossed in their feelings to concentrate on anything. Their world was so coloured without them. They made their robotic life so joyful, so energetic, so alive.

Why couldn’t they just stay with them forever? In their world, where anything can happen: just with a single command they can turn the lair into a whole big mansion. They would never be lonely, nor hurt! They could just stay with them and constantly receive affection- no more pain!

Why couldn’t they just bring them into the world…?

“AHA! I have a genius idea!” Donnie shoots up and stands amongst the floor, already going wild with thoughts and theories. “What if…instead of waiting for them, we bring them into the world?” He looks at his brothers, his eyes gleaming with sparkles and stars.

“No more having to sleep alone in my freezing bed!”

“Omigosh! They can try ALL my dishes! Plus the drawings I’ve made of them!”

“Infinite cuddles and plushie play dates! I might just smash something in excitement!”

The boys form a circle, discussing each other’s thoughts of their precious Y/n coming to their world. They’re giggling and clapping in glee, unable to wait much longer.

“Then I shall start today!” And so Donnie walks off to his lab, ready to interrupt the flow of time and space for his lovely darling.

(Sentient bots? A concept.)

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #yandere tmnt #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #Tmnt 2018 #indulgent thoughts #blurbs

[grottylittlefox]

How could I ever forget you? Chapter 18

Sebastian Sallow/Professor Sallow × f!MC / reader

Slow burn/fluff/angst, aged up characters 18-mid 20s

Somehow it had taken until your final day at Hogwarts to finally show Sebastian how you felt, and by then it was too late. Years pass and your distance grows stronger, despite your many efforts for him. A surprise encounter at a new job could change things forever. Finding each other once again at the very place you first met, Hogwarts.

Chapter 1: "I guess this is it"

Chapter 2: "Oh how I missed you"

Chapter 3: "Goodbye, Sebastian"

Chapter 4: " think it's time you move on"

Chapter 5: "Professor Sallow?"

Chapter 6: "Welcome Home"

Chapter 7: "You're my good luck charm"

Chapter 8: "I'm more of a butterfly person"

Chapter 9: “What have you become?”

Chapter 10: “I have something for you”

Chapter 11: “Curious”

Chapter 12: “I can never stay away from you”

Chapter 13: “Meet me in the undercroft”

Chapter 14: “Shall we dance?”

Chapter 15: “Maybe I’m just as messed up as you”

Chapter 16: “I need you”

Chapter 17: “Isn’t this a nice surprise”

Chapter 18: “I suggest you quit while you’re ahead”

The days leading up to Christmas couldn't have gone any faster. Before you knew it you were waving the students goodbye on the Hogsmeade station platform, sending them off to the warmth of their families.

You however, were welcoming your family home.

"There it is!" Professor Onai grinned from beside you, pointing ahead at the face of a train pushing through thick white smoke. With a loud toot, the chugging machine came to a halt, the carriage doors springing open.

Out onto the platform stepped your best friend, the person you were missing most in the world, Natty. Wrapped up in a red woollen jumper and her braided hair floating in the wind, she was glowing. Her mother stepped past you, pulling her into a hug, causing you to beam at their joy. However it wasn't long before you were pulled into that hug too, giggling in the cold with your favourite person. Well, second favourite person.

It meant everything to see Natty again, to know she was safe. The admiration you felt for her went beyond words. She was the one person you could really use some advice from right now, but you dare not ask. To run the risk of Sebastian's life was too much. In fact, you hadn't told Natty a thing about his condition, nor the details of your new found closeness. The last Natty heard you were dating Garreth, Merlin you'd better update her on that too..

You hadn't managed to get a word in the whole walk back to the castle, she had plenty to tell her Mother which you of course understood. Besides, something else had your attention as the three of you stumbled through the snow. The lake. Every time you passed it you found yourself hypnotised, it was all but impossible to focus knowing that what you needed could lie beneath the thick ice that still remained in place of rolling waves.

A tight clasp suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"Don't."

Professor Onai's word rang deep, echoing in your skull. She knew something.

Natty turned to her mother, completely baffled at what she was doing.

"What's going on?" She said cautiously, aware that clearly her mothers gift had come to use.

"I don't know what you're thinking of doing down there, but don't." The Professor paused for a moment, slowly closing her eyes. "I sense only danger, the darkest and coldest kind. Happiness being snapped away in an instant. You.... And someone else."

There was a silence between the three of you. A real dampener on the joy that was ringing just moments ago.

"Mother, please not now-" Natty broke the silence.

"No-" you interrupted. "I understand, I- I won't," you lied.

The Professor nodded to you, snapping out of it in a instant.

"Don't look at me like that!" She said to Natty with a chuckle, as the two of them made their way towards the castle walls. You lingered behind them a couple of paces, your mind spinning about what this could all mean, attempting to process.

"I uh, have somewhere I need to be. I'll see you at dinner?" You called out with a smile as they approached the door.

Natty nodded and waved, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry!" as she closed the door behind her.

You went to the only place you knew could provide any solace right now, the undercroft.

~~~

As you sat in the corner of the candlelit chamber, your thoughts scoured for any kind of answer.

Did you even believe in divination anyway? Sebastian always insisted it was a load of rubbish.

But what Professor Onai said, it was so.. specific. 'You and.. someone else' that someone else obviously being Sebastian. Danger in the lake, it was all.. worrisome.

There was nobody to confide in, you certainly couldn't tell Sebastian. And Natty, oh Merlin would you be in trouble for dabbling in all of this if she found out.

Perhaps you shouldn't dabble at all?

But Sebastian.. he'll...

It was an endless cycle, a cycle with no answer. And somehow you had let this cycle eat away at you for hours, as before long it was already time for dinner.

~~~

Wandering through the practically empty halls, you tried everything you could to push it all to the back of your mind. To enjoy one nice evening with your friend was all that you needed, and this gruesome prophecy was not going to ruin that.

You thought for a moment that you might have missed it as you stepped into the Great Hall, before remembering that most of the students had left for the holidays. Despite the room being completely empty, rows and rows of delicious food still remained, completely untouched.

A soft touch graced your waistline, luring you back in to the little room that stood between dinner and the halls of the castle. You didn't need to turn to know who it was, this gentleness had become oh so familiar, like returning home. Breath tickled your earlobe as a chin arrived on your shoulder, guiding you behind the door to remain out of sight.

"Sebastian.." came from under your breath. He said nothing, but you felt a grin stretch across his face at hearing his name. His fingertips exploring your waist further, you gave in, turning to face him as he pressed his forehead to yours. Interlacing your hand with his, you played with his fingers, letting out the smile you'd been trying to hold back.

"What is it?" You whispered with a blush, as if nothing of note had had you in crippling despair for the past few hours.

"Spend Christmas Eve with me?" He whispered back, his eyes begging you to say yes.

You were melting into him. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who was ignoring you just a few months ago. But you knew it was too good to be true, after all. He could be ripped away in an instant if you didn't hurry up and find this item. You wished more than anything that you could enjoy a single moment with him without reality plaguing your mind. A harsh reminder of how much you had to cherish this, before it was too late.

A quick 'ahem' interrupted your reply.

"What an interesting development," said a smug looking face, eyes filled with thrill.

"Natty-" Sebastian replied awkwardly, stepping back a little but keeping your fingers intertwined with his. "It's good to see you again."

By now you were looking like a tomato, blushing the deepest red, your eyes still glued to Sebastian.

"Come, MC. We have much to catch up on," Natty teased, gesturing you to follow.

Reluctantly you pulled your hand away from his, turning to Natty as she wandered into the hall.

Sebastian however, wasn't having it. With a gentle but powerful grip on your forearm he pulled you back in, bringing his hand to your cheek.

"I didn't get my answer."

"I think you know it's always yes."

~~~

"FINALLY!" Exclaimed Natty, a little too loud over the table, absolutely thrilled at the news that you and Sebastian were at last... something.

There was however a slight issue with the news, the entire story you just told her was a lie. You couldn't exactly tell her the truth, that Sebastian was cursed under an unbreakable vow, that his whole engagement was a sham. A little fluffed up story about how he had a change of heart would do much better in Natty's ears.

You'd become a bit of a frequent liar recently, which before all of this, was entirely out of character.

But was it? You'd spent a good portion of your life lying about, or to Sebastian. Lying about being completely fine with his engagement, pretending you'd never even had feelings for him in the first place. And now you're here, lying to your best friend because of those feelings. Lying to Garreth, lying to Sebastian again about not getting involved and now lying to yourself. Telling yourself it would all be okay, telling yourself you can save him.

Professor Onai's voice whispering in your head.

Can you really save him.. or are you doomed to fail?

~~~

It was Christmas Eve at last, and you stood outside Professor Sallows office door, balancing a tray of cookies atop a neatly wrapped gift.

Before you could even reach to knock, the door swung open. Sebastian stood before you, grinning ear to ear at the sight.

"Come in."

He lead you through and you carefully placed the cookies and gift on his desk. Candlelight flickered through the cinnamon smelling room as the fireplace roared in front of blanket covered sofa. With the same pile of books you'd left there sitting on a coffee table accompanied by two mugs of swirling hot chocolate.

"Is that for me?" Sebastian whispered eagerly, pointing to the gift like a little boy on Christmas morning.

It killed you to be a disappointment, but you had to tell the truth.

"The gift is for Anne, but the cookies are all yours," you said, perching on the edge of the sofa.

Despite your expectation, hearing the gift was not for him but for Anne only sent a soft smile across his lips. He sat down on the sofa beside you and took a breath. His hands traveled up towards you waist, closing you in as he pulled you forward. Before you knew it you were piled on top of him, laying across the sofa with his hand buried in your hair.

Your ear to his chest, the only thing breaking the silence was the rhythmic beating of his heart, and his slow breathing that raised your body ever so slightly.

"Thank you," he whispered, so quietly you weren't sure you were even meant to hear it. You also weren't sure what exactly he was thanking you for. The gift for Anne, or for just being there?

The Sebastian you knew before had entirely crumbled to dust, the hard exterior was no more. This man needed someone, someone to confide in, someone to hold him, and that someone was you.

You lay in bliss, intertwined under the heat of fire. Focusing only on the here and the now, making every attempt to forget the stakes that brought you here.

"As much as I'm truly enjoying this," Sebastian said softly. "I'd really like a cookie."

You sat up, beaming at him. He was absolutely adorable. His hair all disheveled from your fingertips, his freckles highlighted under the warm light. Tonight felt different, like you were seeing a side of him you hadn't yet, or at least not since you were students.

He reached over the cookies and took a bite, his eyes glowing as the taste hits his tongue.

"You did good."

And once again that smile left you a red stuttering mess.

Your eyes wandered over to the pile of books you still hadn't read, the ones Sebastian had forbid you from opening.

"May I?" You asked, reaching over to the top of the stack.

He chuckled, crossing his leg over the other.

"You don't need my permission. But treat yourself, since it's Christmas," he winked. "Besides, like I said.. there's nothing in there of note. And I know what you're looking for."

"What makes you so sure?" You said back, a hint of tease on your lips. You were certain he didn't know, not the specifics anyway.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Unless you have a sudden passion for archaeology, I think I know what you're doing."

"And I think I know more than you realise."

Sebastian leaned forward, his lips hovering yours, his eyes jet black.

"Then I suggest you quit while you're ahead."

Something in your brain switched in that moment. The tone of his voice seeping with desire. There was something so wrong about the way he just spoke to you, and there was something even more wrong about the way it made you feel.

Was it protective, was it a lack of faith? You didn't know. You only knew it filled you with fire, a need to keep going, a need to disobey his wishes.

The hunger inside of you only allowed for one thing, and that was pushing your lips against his. He met yours with a bite that travelled down to neck as he lowered you under him.

You were finally alone, no consequences, no interruptions. Nothing but pure desire that reflected in the heat of the fire beside you. You were all of each other, and nothing in the world could stop you.

~~~

Your eyes fluttered open as streaks of light soaked through the stained glass window. Quickly your mind began to piece together the memory of where exactly you were,  which was all confirmed when the strong arm wrapped around your body tightened. Sebastian.

Cramped together on his office sofa, you lay in nothing but his button up shirt that he was wearing when you arrived at the door.

Merlin, this was not how you expected the night to go, but you were not even a little bit mad about it.

Sebastian whimpered in his slumber, his bare chest pressed firmly against your back. If only you could have stayed there forever. But you couldn’t, it was Christmas Day, and Anne was waiting for you.

You shuffled under the blanket, rolling over to face him. Your eyes followed the freckles across his face, you’d never had the chance to admire him so close, and somehow at such a distance he was even more perfect.

“Sebastian,” you whispered. “Merry Christmas.”

You placed a gentle kiss at the tip of his nose, prompting his eyes to blink open. Sebastian sighed out a smile as he focused on you, taking in the reality of you wrapped in his arms.

“I don’t think I could have dreamed of a better gift than this,” he chuckled under his breath before leaning his lips towards your collarbone and placing a soft kiss upon you.

As he did so, your gaze floated across the room, eventually landing on the clock above the fireplace.

“Merlin, we’re late!” You said, sitting up and attempting to cover yourself with the shirt hanging from your shoulders.

“Noo” Sebastian whined, trying to pull you back down into his arms.

“Stop it,” you giggled. “We have to see Anne.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he remembered the reason you were there in the first place. Nothing in the world would allow him to let down his sister, not even another day with you.

~~~

You had planned to take the floo system to Feldcroft from just outside of Hogsmeade. Originally however, the plan was to fly, but the heavy snowfall was simply not permitting.

Sebastian dragged you out of the castle, hand in hand and giggling. He couldn’t get enough of you, and the memory of you at his mercy the night before was fogging his rationality entirely. The emptiness of the castle grounds had given you both a sudden confidence, a chance to just be without the prying eyes of students.

All that consumed your mind was him, him and only him. That was until you stepped foot onto the crystallised path of ice that lead the way over the place you’d tried your hardest to forget about. The lake.

Once again that prophecy rang in your ears, causing your eyes to shift out of focus and your arms to stiffen. It was as if you’d forgotten entirely what was really going on.

The muffled sound of Sebastian’s voice lingered past the ringing, not quite able to reach your train of thought.

“MC…MC?”

You snapped out of it, suddenly facing Sebastian head on with his hands gripped upon your shoulders.

“MC? Are you alright?” His eyes filled with worry.

“What? Yes- sorry, I just zoned out there,” you stuttered.

Sebastian’s arms quickly reached under you, scooping you up like a princess. You had no idea what compelled him to do such a thing, but it was just what you needed to bring you back to reality. The warmth of his cheeks was so enticing in the icy wind, luring you to place your frozen lips against them.

Suddenly he picked up the pace, and started running away from the castle with you still clinging onto him.

“Sebastian!” You cried, unable to contain your laughter. Although you weren’t quite sure why, as you were certain this would end in disaster.

And you’d be right, he barely made it 10 metres before sliding on the frozen path. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut you buried your head into his neck, preparing for impact.

Sliding down he somehow maintained balance before coming to a halt, standing deadly still on a slope as you hung on for dear life.

“See, I’ve got you,” he panted with a smug expression.

Oh how he’d eat his words.

With one little step he came tumbling down, gripping you tightly as he slipped backwards. With a roll, he landed directly on top of you, cheeks flushed and hair covered in snow.

You stared at each other for a moment, before erupting into laughter. Collapsing into each other with such warmth the ice around you could have simply melted away.

This, this was how it was supposed to be.

~~~

You finally arrived at Feldcroft, covered head to toe in snowflakes. Still feeling rather giddy from the events of the day, you turned to Sebastian with bashful smile, hoping to be met with his in return.

But you were not.

What was a confident charming man just moments ago, had been replaced by a haunting sombre figure.

“Sebastian..” you began, gently touching his arm compassionately.

“I’m alright, it’s just hard… being here.” He rubbed his face with his palm, avoiding any eye contact. “Do you mind if I, go in first?”

You nodded.

And so you watched Sebastian approach the Sallows front door, the first time you’d seen him here since… then. He hesitated his knock, but was met with the door opening and being greeted by the nurse he had mentioned.

“Sebastian,” you heard her say in the distance, behind the whistling of the wind. You watched as Sebastian slipped inside, leaving the door slightly ajar for you to follow.

You weren’t really sure how long you should wait, a minute or two? Maybe longer? Standing in the snow for a while, you took in the sights of the sugarcoated highlands, reminiscing on a time when things somehow seemed much simpler.

You couldn’t wait to see Anne again, you’d missed her dearly. And you certainly couldn’t wait to see the look on her face upon finding out that you and her brother were now an item. Despite your eagerness, you waited longer, not wanting to intrude on their private time despite how bitter the temperature was becoming.

As you zoned out into the views, a little voice called out to you.

“Come in, dear! You must be freezing out there!” It was the nurse, huddled behind the door.

You approached, thanking her as you reached the warmth at last. After closing the door behind you, you spotted the back of Sebastian’s head sitting at a bedside, the snowflakes still sitting in his messy locks.

“Anne!” You called out excitedly, gift in hand.

You were met with the turning of Sebastian’s head, his expression a look you’d never seen on his face before. An expression you hoped you’d never see.

And then you saw her, Anne. Or what remained of her.

The air swept out of your lungs as you approached the corpse like figure sunken in the bed before you.

She was unrecognisable, her skin a colour you couldn’t even describe, her hair the texture of wire. The Anne you knew was far gone, all that remained was the shell of a person who was too weak to even be. To even communicate. Just looking at her triggered the picture of inferi that you’d buried deep in your memory, something she now resembled more than a living human. It was utterly sickening to see somebody you once knew become… this. To know she was still suffering.

And then it hit you. You knew completely and truly why Sebastian did it all. In fact, for the first time you agreed with him.

This wasn’t about just saving him anymore, this was about Anne.

You had to do it for Anne.

#sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #harry potter hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic #professor sallow #harry potter fanfiction

[osamusriceballs]

Ten Nights

Iwaizumi x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,4k

About: A series of your most important moments with Iwaizumi- from your very first meeting to your relationship! Smut included~

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"Go, ask for her number!"

"What? Why should I do that?"

"You've been eyeing her all night, Iwa-chan."

The brown-haired setter grins and takes a long zip from his drink, apparently not bothered by the annoyed grunt from the former ace.

"Quit it."

His eyes roam towards the bar, towards the direction of the woman he just bumped into- you. Your shy but polite smile, the way your cheeks reddened when you held eye-contact with him, and how you smelled so good when he walked past you- you positively put him under a spell. And Oikawa- of course- witnessed the whole thing and non-stop teased him about the little encounter.

One deep breath later, and Iwaizumi silently grabs his phone and heads towards your direction- with a slightly nervous smile on his face and hope in his heart.

xx

2:04 am - Iwaizumi: "Hey, it's me- Just wanted to check if you're home already."

2:06 am - You: "Hey, Hajime! I'm home safely. Thank you for worrying <3"

2:07 am - Iwaizumi: "Sure. I had a great time tonight- wanna hang out sometime again?"

2: 07 am - You: "I'd love to! Maybe lunch tomorrow?"

2:08 am- Iwaizumi: "Text me the time, and I'll pick you up."

2:08 am - You: "Perfect. See you then <3

2:08 am - Iwazumi: "See you tomorrow, y/n. Can't wait."

xxx

Iwaizumi runs his hand through his hair once again, nervousness clouding his features, yet he still manages to look handsome, even when he's simply leaning against his car.

He looks at his phone again, reading your short "I'll be there in a sec <3" for the third time, hoping to appear a bit calmer on the outside than he feels on the inside. Will you like his outfit? Will you like him? Will you think he's an arrogant guy, trying to impress you with his fancy car? It was his first big investment after his first salary, and it's something he'd wanted to have for forever, but if you-

His train of thoughts gets interrupted when you suddenly open the door to the apartment complex and immediately blink a few times to let your eyes adapt to the sunlight.

You're beautiful. The color of the dress compliments your hair, your make-up making your features more charming, and the smile on your face- stops his heart for a second. You're absolutely breathtaking.

"Hey!" You still smile when you step closer to hug him- and he allows himself to get lost in your flowery scent for a few moments while he wraps his arms tightly around you. "Hey." He returns your smile and quickly steps back to put a respectful distance between the two of you. He smoothly opens the door to the passenger seat and playfully bows while keeping eye contact to see the slight blush that he loves so much appear on your face. "Shall we?"



xxxx

It's perfect.

The perfect date, the perfect moment, and the perfect person. It feels natural when he holds your waist and leans down to slowly bring his lips to yours- and fireworks erupt in your stomach when he finally kisses you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and return the kiss, enjoying how his body feels perfect against yours and how perfect this moment is.

Your very first kiss with him.

xxxxx

"Please- I need you-"

You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down towards you- and he is quick to connect your lips with his once again. His hips are rutting against yours, and you feel his hand moving under your panties to tease your clit, causing you to slightly bite into his lip in surprise. You pull back with wide eyes, but there is a hungry glint in his features, and his fingers rub your clit one last time before he pushes two of them inside after finding out that he's got you soaking wet with just a bit of dry humping. Not that he's any better, with the hard-on he's been sporting ever since you moaned his name when he had kissed you in the car.

"S-sorry," you gasp, and your thumb brushes against his lower lip but he quickly shakes his head with a grin on his attractive face.

"That was hot, baby."

The nickname turns your cheeks even redder, and he suddenly curls his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp and arch your back against his body.

"Like that, baby? Don't worry, I'll take care of you so well tonight."

xxxxxx

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You stop fidgeting with your fingers and focus on Iwaizumi, who is sitting right next to you.

"You sure? You seem so absent. "

"I'm just nervous."

"Why should you be nervous? You're with me, baby. Just you and me."

You smile and lean in for a quick kiss in the busy cafe- and decide to let it off your soul right here and now.

"I know. I was just thinking about how I should tell you that I love you. That's all."

You try to sound calm and collected, but the slight shaking of your voice reveals your true feelings.

You're nervous about being vulnerable.

About confessing your feelings, and taking this big step first, and you just hope that he feels the same.

Iwaizumi freezes- his attractive face not giving away what's going on in his head- and then the realization seems to sink in. He almost breaks his cup with how fast he's smashing it down on the table before he cups your cheeks with his hands and looks deep into your eyes.

"I love you too, y/n- So, so much."

xxxxxxx

"Please move in with me."

"Huh?"

You raise your head from his chest and look into his sleepy eyes. You blink confused, slightly shifting your body into a more comfortable position on top of him while the roaring sounds from "Godzilla" echo through the room.

Moving in so suddenly?

But it's moving in with Iwaizumi. How could you say no to that?

"Okay."

xxxxxxxx

You're without a doubt overwhelmed and don't know what to say when you look at the man in front of you on his knees- and towards the ring in his hands.

"Will you marry me?"

xxxxxxxxx

One of the most memorable moments of your wedding is without a doubt Oikawa's face- full of happy tears while sobbing "Congrats, Iwa-chan, y/n-chan," and how he tries to give his speech in which he declares that it was him who brought the two of you together, while clearly being drunk already.

The moment that you will truly never forget, however, is Iwaizumi's face when he sees you in your wedding dress for the very first time. Absolutely stunned, full of love and admiration, and it was all for you.

The way he gently held your hand during the ceremony, and how he simply wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up to carry you, causing the wedding guests to swoon and laugh.

x

"My beautiful wife." He whispers and presses another kiss against your calf. "So, so beautiful." He travels towards your knee and leaves a trail of sweet and teasing kisses, holding your leg steady to keep you from squirming. He finally reaches the fabric around your upper thigh and wraps his teeth around it to pull it down on your leg.

You wiggle under his lips, your breath already shallow and fast, you feel almost dizzy from watching the handsome man working between your legs- his tie loosened and his dark hair messy from how many times you've been running your hands through it tonight. Your wedding dress is bunched up around your hips, exposing your legs and underwear to Iwaizumi, but you know that you won't wear the dress for much longer.

Iwaizumi's lips curl into a triumphant smile as soon as he manages to free the wedding band from your body. "Look, I got it." You smile at his almost childish triumphant expression and suppress a laugh that threatens to burst out of you. That's exactly the man you've fallen for at that night five years ago.

He is quick to dive back between your legs though, and you gasp his name when he directly kisses your pussy through your white underwear. "Don't worry, my dear wife. Your husband is here with you now. Forever and ever."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #here you go~ #some Iwaizumi fluff/smut <3 #it feels a bit cheesy I'm so sorry #that just came into my mind #hope you'll enjoy <3 #smut #ANYWAYS! #I'm enjoying my last few days of my break #I'll definitely try to write some more things this week #maybe one every night~ #Oikawa tomorrow? #Let's see~

[dat-bruv-person]

༉‧₊˚. not your average ayato arranged marriage trope.

a/n: so you know those ayato fics where you guys get in an arranged marriage but you live him and he doesn't live you back? Yeah... this is one of those but MY way. (My way or the highway)

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3 reader has a dendro and electro vision.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

So, the story starts with you. This whole thing started because you wanted more money and power and status, because who doesn't? Now, what sets you apart from the other clans is that you care for your workers and pay them well, so naturally, your reputation is very high in Inazuma. However... money is the reason we exist! Everybody knows it, it's a fact - kiss kiss <3 Now, which other clan in Inazuma has a handsome, rich and highly respected leader? I know! The Yashiro Commission, or the Kamisato Clan. After a few talks, papers were signed and arrangements were made for you guys to be wed.

Ayato was only doing this because a lot of other suitors were on his sister's heels, and he cared too much about her to just let her be thrown away. So, he signed the marriage contract with no feelings for you. We all know why you signed, gold digger, so everything is in place.

The first date was... interesting. You both arrived, looking very attractive, and stood there. Awkwardly. Now, don't get me wrong, you are a wise and powerful person, your dendro vision is very strong when used simultaneously with your electro vision, and Ayato is no doubt a dangerous person with a chilling smile, yet you two just plastered your fake smiles on your faces and kissed each other on the cheek. A long day was ahead, discussing how your clans would be linked, a dinner date, more discussing, brunch, even more discussing, and then going home. It seemed more like a school day rather than an outing. Nevertheless, date 1 was completed.

Date 2: a stroll by the docks, hand in hand. You turned out to be very good at being a fake ass bitch/bastard because even Ayato believed that you were truly in love with him for a second or two. Poor him. His poker face remained, though, never cracking.

Along the way, you two had a little run-in, shall we phrase it that way, and a gang of nobushis were surrounding a small girl. Ayato simply... looked the other way. First of all, how dare he? A small, helpless girl was in danger, and he just decides to... ignore it? Rich people sometimes. You hastily stepped in and wielded your weapon with grace yet brutally slayed the nobushi. Oh, how overjoyed the little girl was that you were there to save her! She clung to you and cried, her parents were dead, they were gone forever! You didn't mind Mr Kamisato telling you that this is unprofessional and you should just leave her so that the Tenryou Commission can take care of her, you decided to take her back home with you.

Despite the interruption, you two carried on your... I don't even know what to call it anymore. You just hated him with your whole heart. How do have the audacity to tell someone not to save a child, call it unprofessional to her face, and side-eye you the entire walk back? Honestly. It's for the money, you told yourself - it's for the money.

3rd date: everything just falls apart. There's you and him throwing passive-aggressive comments at each other, you winning the argument and muttering the slyest little insults known to man at him, and there's Ayaka, who accidentally asked if the little girl was yours and Ayato's. She did have your skin tone, and her face did resemble the latter, having pretty, long, blue hair - anyone could've made that mistake! But, here we are. You: disgusted with the man sitting in front of you, and Ayato: quite displeased with you. There was still hope, you got your benefits, a daughter that isn't actually yours but you loved her nonetheless, and a nice house. Amazing.

Fast-forward to the present; you've been married to Ayato for 2 years now and every day he comes home tired and not wanting to talk to anyone. Fair enough, everyone has their bad days, but this was more than that. He just seemed... bored. Your life with him wasn't your favourite thing about being a part of the Clan, but your daughter - Aarya - and all the extra money you got were keeping you sane. So, you smiled to yourself.

Life was okay.

#ainsley writes #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #genshin x black reader #genshin x poc!reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #ayato x gn reader #ayato x gender neutral reader #ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #ayato angst #could you tell how much of a silly goofy mood i was in

[gunilslaugh]

First Snow

All members \(^ 0 ^)/

Summary: Spending the first snow of the season with Xdinary Heroes.

WC:~1.6k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

The warmth of steaming hot chocolates seeped through yours and Gunil’s gloves. Aiding to warm your hands from the frigid cold of winter. Christmas lights twinkling along with the stars in the sky. It was a quieter night. The chatter exchanged between you and Gunil being the loudest sounds of the night. You were mid sentence when you were interrupted by a cold drop hitting your nose. You looked up to see little white flakes beginning to fall from the sky. 

“Gunil look, it’s snowing!” you say excitedly. Gunil briefly looks up at the falling snow, but his gaze is quick to land back on you. His heart swells with warmth at how happy you look. He moves so that he is standing behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. His action causes your cheeks to redden. 

“What are you doing?” You almost stuttered. 

“You know they say that couples who get together during the first snow stay together forever?” Gunil said, leaning closer to your face.

“I may have heard about that,” you replied, turning your head to see just how close Gunil really was.

“Shall we be together forever then?” he put to question. 

“Forever is a long time you know?” you said with your eyes locked. 

“I’m well aware, so?” he spoke confidently. 

“Let’s be together forever,” you smiled. A matching smile quickly appeared on Gunil’s face and he leaned forward pressing a quick peck to your cheek. The two of you stayed embraced watching the first snow fall. Hot chocolates turned into lukewarm chocolates, but nothing could have been better.

Jungsu

The warmth of entering your home almost felt like walking through a portal compared to the freezing weather outside. You and Jungsu peeled off your outside jackets and slipped off your shoes, leaving them by the door.

“I love and hate winter. It’s a beautiful time of year, but I feel like my fingers are gonna turn into icicles,” you stated while trying to warm up your freezing hands. Jungsu chuckles lightly coming up to you grasping your cold hands in his somehow warm ones. He rubs his hands over yours, sharing his warmth with them. Even Though you and Jungsu have been dating for seven months, moments like these make you feel like back when you were crushing on him. Making your heart rate spike. “Thank you,” you thanked him, pulling your now warm hands from his. 

“Any time,” he smiled. Just then the sight of falling white specks outside of your window caught your eye. 

“It’s snowing.” You rushed over to the window and opened it up, stocking your hand out to catch some of the snow. 

“And that’s why you get icicle fingers,” Jungsu scolded. He wrapped a blanket around both of your frames and pulled your hand back inside from the cold. 

“We should make a wish,” you say. Jungsu happily nodded in agreement.  The two of you made your wishes. 

“What did you wish for?” you asked. 

“Can’t say or else it won’t come true,” he told you. You playfully rolled your eyes, but affectionately leaned into his side. He wished to spend the rest of his first snows with you.

Gaon/Jiseok

The people who passed by probably thought that you and Jiseok were crazy. Eating ice cream on such a bitingly cold day. It was one of yours and Jiseok’s things: Eating ice cream in winter. Maybe it would be different if you two were eating it inside somewhere warm, but that wasn’t the case. No, the pair of you were eating it outside on a cold park bench. Sat shoulder to shoulder knee to knee. Too close for people who claim to be just friends. Even more so when Jiseok puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his side to “help you warm up” after finishing your ice creams. 

After a bit the two of you decide to leave the park bench and venture on your way back home. On the way back you managed to slip on a piece of ice, sending yourself crashing to the ground whilst Jiseok laughed at you. 

“Jiseok, it's not funny,” you complained. 

“For you. It’s not funny for you,” he said, still laughing. 

“Just help me up.” you stuck out your arms. Jiseok grabs your hand, helping to pull you up. Not much room is left between you two once you're back on your feet. The only thing coming between you is the falling snow. You both realize it at the same time.

“Looks like it’s our day one,” Jiseok states. 

“Huh?” you let out a bit confused. 

“Our day one of forever,” Jiseok explained. Now you understand what he meant.

“I don’t remember you asking me,” you played. 

“Will you go out with me?” he asked. Obviously you agreed.

O.de/Seungmin

“You know the first snow is forecasted for this Saturday,” Gunil told Seungmin.

“That’s nice,” Seungmin replied, not thinking much of it. Gunil dropped his shoulders in annoyance. 

“Will you ask out y/n or not?” he asked blankly. Seungmin looks at Gunil like he is crazy. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s obvious you both like each other, so use this opportunity to make it official.” This was true. It was clear that you and Seunngmin shared romantic feelings for one another, yet neither of you made a move about it. 

“Fine,” Seungmin agreed. “But only if it feels right,” he added, pointing a finger. 

It felt right. Seungmin couldn’t deny it. Right now both of you are standing underneath a lamppost, not too far away from your home. Standing hand in hand as you watch the snow flurries fall. Seungmin looks at you, admiring the way you look in the snow. Tiny flakes landing on top of your hair and your clothes, eyes shining bright. He looks down to where your hands are interlocked.

“Y/n,” he calls your name.

“Yes.” You turn to face him. 

“Let’s be a couple,” he says, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. “I want to spend every first snow with you. I hope you want to spend them with me too,” he continued. 

“I do. You’re the only person I want to spend the first snows with,” you say. Seungmin lets go of your hand to pull you into a hug. 

“Then let’s spend the rest of them together.” He said it like a promise and he was going to keep it.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Sticks and scraps of wrapping paper littered the floor. A peppermint scented candle created a sweet-smelling aroma. Hyeongjun and you sat hunched over on the floor wrapping Christmas presents together. 

“How do you wrap a mug?” Hyeongjun asked as he stared at the floral printed mug he had bought for his mom. 

“I’m not quite sure, but you know what I think I have a box that might fit in. Give me a sec,” you dismissed yourself. You went to your room to find a box that a candle had originally come in. Alongside finding the box you also discover the falling snowflakes outside of your window.

“Hyeonjun! Come look, it's snowing!” you called for your boyfriend from your room. Hyeongjun made his way to you shortly. Coming to stand next to you at the window. 

“It looks so pretty,” he commented. Suddenly you grabbed Hyeonjun’s hand and pulled him outside of your house and into the snow. 

“What are you doing? We’re gonna get sick,” Hyeongjun voiced his concern. 

“Just a few minutes,” you pleaded. Hyeongjun couldn’t say no to you. “They say if you make a wish during the first snow it will come true,” you stated. 

“Wanna try?” Hyeongjun suggested, to which you nodded eagerly. You clasped your hands together and made a wish. Hyeongjun mirrored your actions doing the same. “What did you wish for?” he asked afterwards. 

“A pony,” you joked. “Kidding, I wished for you to always be by my side,” you told him. Hyeongjun stepped right beside you, linking your arms together. 

“I can do that,” he smiled happily.

Jooyeon 

“Jooyeon it’s too cold to go out for milkshakes,” you whined. 

“We’ll bring them back here to drink them. Come on, it'll be quick.” Jooyeon clung to your hand like a child.

“Fine, but if I freeze to death it’s your fault,” you complied. Jooyeon and you bundled up nice and warm before heading out into the frosty night air. Jooyeon practically dragged you along the sidewalk on the way. With milkshakes in hand now you’re the one practically dragging Jooyeon along the sidewalk as you try to quickly make your way back home. Your fast paced footsteps begin to slow as you notice snowflakes beginning to fall from the night sky. Suddenly not minding the cold as the delicate flakes float down. 

“The first snow!” Jooyeon says excitedly. 

“That’s right this is the first snow of the season,” you said. 

“You know what that means?” Jooyeon raised his brow at you. 

“That it  really is too cold for milkshakes.” you lifted your milkshake up. 

“No, it means we’re gonna be together forever,” he declares. 

“What?” you questioned. 

“Are you really that dense or did the cold freeze your brain? I’m saying I like you y/n” he confesses. His confession is what freezes your brain. You like Jooyeon too. You wouldn’t go out with him for freezing milkshake runs if you didn’t, but you didn’t think that he was harboring the same feelings as you.

“I like you too Jooyeon,” you confessed back. 

“Good because we’re gonna be together forever. The first snow says so.” His free hand joins together with yours.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #xh jungsu #xh gaon #xh jiseok #xh o.de #xh ode #xh seungmin #xh junhan #xh hyeongjun #xh jooyeon #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #jiseok x reader #o.de x reader #seungmin x reader #oh seungmin x reader #junhan x reader #han hyeongjun x reader #hyeongjun x reader #jooyeon x reader #goo gunil #koo gunil #gunil

[staycait]

A Kamisato's Duty..

..Yan!Ayato x GN!Reader..

Poor, poor, you. You were so head over heels for Kamisato Ayato you don't even notice how bad of an influence he is towards you. Dating him was like living in a fantasy world for you. He truly does love you back. A bit too much actually. Much more than you loved him. Doing everything to protect and see to it that you are his forever..

　　　　　　　　　 　 Doin' Time 　　　　　　　　　By: Lana Del Ray

Everyone in Inazuma knew that you and Ayato were in a relationship. Some were jealous, some were shocked, some didn't care. You didn't mind it at all! Having Kamisato Ayato as your fiancé had you feeling like the luckiest person in the world to have captured a man like Ayato's gaze.

"..And that's everything! Oh~, I love him so much.. He makes me feel so much butterflies in my stomach and I just feel so safe and protected whenever I'm with him." You sighed, smiling because you've just talked about your fiancé with your best friend that you had not have contacted with in a while.

"Hah, I bet. If he ever messes shit up with you, just tell me okay?" You laughed with your childhood best friend, and it felt especially good since you both had not had shared a laugh with each other for a long time as well!

"I will, I will! But for the meantime.. I'll just keep falling more deeply and harder for him.." Smiling as you fantasized about the both of your marriage.

He took and looked at your hand, "Hey that's a pretty expensive ring.. How'd your fiancé buy it?" "Didn't I tell you that my fiancé is Kamisato Ayato?"

He froze. "Wait, as in the Kamisato Ayato? How.. How did you manage to make him look your way? Is it a spell?.." He was in too much shock to speak.

"No way! It's all natural~" You smirked at him. "Anyways I need to go now. He's probably waiting for me! See you tomorrow loser!" Waving good bye to your childhood best friend, and he did the same, smiling and waving back at you.

Behind a wall was your lover, listening in with your conversation. Not liking the fact you talked to another man other than him without his permission. Of course he had to stalk to you, how else would he keep you safe?

He whispered to himself " "See you tomorrow".. I am sorry my dear, but I must not let that happen." And went off to where he would usually pick you up to walk with him and go to the estate.

Walking with him was quite the usual, you both talked about how you guys day was and what you wanted to do tomorrow! You talked and he listened, he had been stalking you all day to make sure you weren't lying as any other time. He got more suspicious when you didn't mention the man you talked with. So he sent out people to go and research on him.

The night fell, and you followed your same routine as always. Eat dinner, shower, put clothes on and sleep. Of course, you shared the same room with Ayato and cuddled with him.

Ayato woke up in the middle of the night. He knew you sleep heavy, but he still had to be careful. He went outside the estate to grab the files of the man you talked with today from the people he sent out.

"This is perfect, thank you for your help. You may leave now." The strangers bowed to him and thanked him. Then they proceeded to leave back to the Inazuma City.

The next day, you woke up excitedly. Hurriedly eating, showering, and clothing yourself up. Ayato smiled at you as you did all of these. As you were to leave the estate, he stopped you.

"And where do you think you're going my dear?" He said in a questioning yet teasing tone. "Ah! I'm just gonna meet up with an old friend of mine! Want to come with me?" You smiled at him, eyes beaming with happiness and love. "If that is the case, then I have no intentions of interrupting your meeting with your friend, my dearest. I shall only accompany you to him as usual to do my daily work." He smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your lips. "You're such a gentleman.." You giggled. "But alrighty then!" You grabbed his hand and went out the door with him.

"Here's the spot!" You looked at him, gleaming and excited. "I guess I was a bit early but I can wait it out!" "What if he doesn't come here my dearest?" Ayato asked full of worry. "Don't worry! He always keeps his word." You smiled at him and gave him a peck on his lips. "If anything wrong happens come to me. You know where I always am my dear." He smiled back at you. "Yes sir!" You replied back giggling.

You were now left alone, as your lover had walked away and you were waiting for your best friend. 10 minutes after the said time to meet up, he was still not there. You figured he slept in because he was typically liked that so you didn't worry.

30 minutes has passed, you were getting a bit worried but he took this long to get ready so you tried to not worry anyway.

1 entire hours has just passed. You looked everywhere for him, even going out your meet up spot just to find him. But he really was no where. Did he ditch you? You were worried, but you said to yourself that "If he doesn't come in 20 minutes, I'll go to his house myself."

20 minutes without him. So you did go to his house. You got up from your little stool and set out to find him. And Ayato secretly followed you like usual. You took the chance to look every where before going straight to his house in Inazuma City.

51 minutes of going around you're finally at Inazuma City. And you took another hour to look for him while asking the people who were there if he had seen him. They all said no..

Crying and crawling back to Ayato, you told him everything. Everything was going according to his plan, and you didn't realize it. How oblivious you were. That was one thing he loved about you. And now you both can spend the rest of the day with each other he told you.

That made you feel a bit better at least.

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[infiniteeight8]

ironstrange meet America Chavez

This got a little out of hand. I really thought I could make it in 200 or 300 words. 663 words later...

-

When a star-shaped hole is punched into the universe, right in the middle of the upscale restaurant where Stephen and Tony are dining, Stephen can’t help thinking, Of course. Of course our first proper date in six weeks has to be interrupted.

Resentment aside, his shields are up and he can hear Tony’s armor engaging before anything steps out of the odd portal.

When something does, Stephen has to forcibly remind himself that appearances can be deceiving. Just because the visitor looks like a teenage girl in a denim jacket doesn’t mean that’s what it is.

Except that she looks around the restaurant with visible surprise and says, “Oh! I’m interrupting, aren’t I? Geez, I’m sorry.” She looks right at Stephen. “Usually you’re reading in the Sanctum about this time. Every other visit it’s been fine. I guess that couldn’t go on forever, though.”

“Usually?” Stephen asks, wary. “I’ve never met you before.”

“Usually as in other yous in other universes,” the girl says cheerfully. 

Other universes. This just got complicated. Traveling the multiverse is supposed to be impossible.

Tony’s synthesized voice interrupts. “Shall we take this discussion outside?” 

Stephen risks a glance. They’ve garnered quite a crowd. Tony’s right, they need to remove themselves, if only for the sake of potential damage control. Fortunately, the girl raises no objection. The three of them leave—Tony waving at the Maitre d’ so that he knows they’ll get paid—and Stephen portals them to the Sanctum.

“So, you’re Stephen Strange,” the girl says, dropping comfortably onto a sofa, “and I’m America Chavez. But I don’t know the robot.”

“They don’t have Iron Man in your universe?” Tony sounds incensed, but he doesn’t raise the faceplate.

America’s face lights up with recognition. “Oh! Yeah, I see it now. Sorry, all the memorials leave the helmet out.”

Tony does let the helmet retract at that. “Memorials?”

America winces. “Yeah. You’re, um. You’re usually dead by this point in the timeline.”

Stephen can’t help the shock of dismay that arcs through him. He shoots a quick glance at Tony, as if the words themselves might strike him down. Tony responds with a reassuring smile and a tap at his chestplate, a reminder not of the arc reactor, but that Friday is always monitoring his health.

“Did I interrupt a date?” America asks. She looks thrilled.

“Yes,” Stephen says carefully. “Is that… significant?”

“Not in a multiversal sense,” America assures them. “But it’s good news for my whole reason for these visits! My Stephen—” She falters and then goes on, “Well, not the Stephen from my original universe, but my favorite Stephen— Is it bad that I have a favorite Stephen?” She looks to Stephen to answer this question, wide eyed.

Stephen’s at a loss for an answer. Fortunately, Tony steps in with a grin. “Nah, I think it's pretty natural. This one is my favorite Stephen.”

America laughs, bouncing a little in her seat. “I love this! Anyway, my Stephen is convinced that he’s somehow cosmically doomed to be unhappy.” She sighs. “I mean, he’s been through some shit, I’m not saying he doesn’t have a right to his issues, but he doesn’t believe me or Wong when we tell him that things will get better if he puts the work in. So I thought, if I can prove to him that misery isn’t his multiversal destiny, it might help him get out of this rut he’s in.”

“I see.” Slowly, Stephen sinks down onto the couch opposite America. Tony sits beside him. “How’s that going?”

She shrugs “Some good, some bad. I’m still gathering data. But this—” She gestures between him and Tony, lighting up again. “This is really promising! Tell me everything. It can only help if I can tell my Stephen he’s capable of a happy long term relationship.”

Stephen trades a bemused glance with Tony, but, well, it really doesn’t seem like it could hurt anything. And Tony does love talking about their relationship.

They settle in.

#IronStrange #ficlet.

[sunnynwanda]

Wedding date: Part 2

Part 1         Part 3    Part 4

Trembling fingers fix a strand of perfectly styled hair for the fifteenth time. Villain fidgets in place, turning right and left in front of the mirror. To say that they were nervous would be an understatement. A huge one at that. Not only were they going to a family event with a date for the first time in… 

Well, forever, actually. Villain would much rather die than admit it, but this was the first time they were bringing a date. That is, if Hero actually shows up. Their doubts seem reasonable, but then again, why would Hero agree if they did not intend to come. Only to humiliate Villain?

"Stop examining yourself. You look dashing." The familiar voice catches Villain off guard. They turn sharply, facing their nemesis. Breathtaking, as always. Nothing new there. 

Hero's eyes are shameless as they travel all over their rival's frame before landing back on their face with the cockiest smirk ever. Be it damned.

Villain is flustered beyond imagination but forces a crooked smile. "Enjoying the view, are we?"

Hero chuckles fondly, shaking their head as they take a step closer. 

"You're not denying it." Villain states, half-expecting Hero to laugh in their face and walk away, claiming this was a joke.

"No." Hero inhales, hesitating for a long moment before speaking. "Wouldn't be here now, would I?" 

Villain finds the remark out of place and is about to voice it but is interrupted. Rude. 

"Shall we?" Hero offers their elbow, effectively hiding behind a smile. So freaking charming. Villain wants to punch them in the face. 

Or kiss it. Undecided.

Either way, Hero keeps smiling, and Villain finds themselves unable to muster a response, opting for a shaky nod. Their ears are coloured in a bright shade of red as they hook their arm around their rival's. Hero attempts to ignore the burning of Villain’s palm on their forearm and the fact that their fingers’ are prickling at the touch. They want to lace their fingers around Villain’s and squeeze them in reassurance but stop midway, with their palm turned up. 

"We're late, you know," Villain finally utters, voice quiet and calm as opposed to the vein pulsing on the side of their forehead.

Pulled out of their intrusive thoughts, Hero tilts their head, grinning. Mischief laces the corners of their eyes. "That's the plan. We need to make a grand entrance, after all."

Forget flustered. Villain is hysterical at this point. They should be thinking about the fact that they are bringing an enemy to a family event and the potential dangers of the situation. Or be concerned that they find it increasingly more difficult to hate their archnemesis, and said nemesis doesn't seem to hate them back. Quite the opposite, actually.

And Hero… well, Hero is positive they'll do everything in their might to make Villain blush like that again. 

Even if that means they might end up getting punched by the Villain. 

Or kissed. Undecided. 

Part 1         Part 3    Part 4

Masterlist

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[vidavalor]

I know we're all keeping you from posting the major sexy metas by inundating you with questions but the stuff you post is just SO INTRIGUING lol. Sooo, you think they use toys too, then? ;-) Gosh, I think they are further ahead than most of us! We can probably learn a thing or two from them. Do you think they may have inspired the Kama Sutra? On that note, I wonder what your thoughts are on spirituality/divine love and sex, or sex magick, and what of that you see reflected in Good Omens perhaps?

hi @procrastiel how are you, my darling? Ask and ye shall eventually receive (sorry for the delay). Really fun questions-- thank you! :)

The sex toy reference in GO: Lockdown and some thoughts on Crowley and Aziraphale, mindfulness, and Tantric Eye Gazing under the cut.

<<further ahead than most of us>> They have a few thousand years head start so one would hope.

<<you think they use toys too, then? ;-)>>

Do with this excerpt from the forthcoming Cake meta on GO: Lockdown what you will:

The Bundt cake exploded in popularity in Buddy Holly's America of the 1950s when the Nordicware company developed the Bundt pan with its distinctive shape. To date, Bundt cake is really the only type of cake named after the pan-- one might even say, the device-- used to bake the cake, rather than after the kind of cake itself. While you can bake many kinds of cake in a Bundt cake pan, the traditional choice is... pound cake.

<<inspired The Kama Sutra?>>

I don't think they inspired it since they at least tried to be a secret for some time but there are some things tied to it that seem relevant a bit maybe? The most direct thing to tantra that I noticed is maybe an allusion to Tantric Eye Gazing (sometimes also called "Soul Gazing").

This one is fun because there's actually some science behind it as well. It's been proven that staring into a trusted partner's eyes for about 40 to 60 seconds causes your body to start to generate the hormone oxytocin, the bonding chemical that some people call "the love hormone." Look into someone's eyes a little longer-- a couple of minutes or more-- and your body starts to flood with oxytocin.

The effects include decreased cortisol (stress hormone) production-- so less anxiety-- and an increased sense of calm/peace, etc., but it also causes a deeper connection between partners. You can theoretically do it anywhere you both feel safe and comfortable enough to be a bit vulnerable and where you are probably not going to be interrupted-- so, the bookshop, for them. If you practice Tantric Eye Gazing in bed, the love hormone flood deepens intimacy between partners and contributes to a more pleasurable experience. The preoccupation with Crowley's eyes and his whole serpent gaze is potentially a nod to something like this as well.

Aziraphale is, as we know, obsessed with Crowley's eyes. He painted half the shop their color. He lives for kinky lunch and being gazed at... he even got The Bentley to take off its sunglasses lol. Meanwhile, Crowley's favorite song is that besotted pinefest "Pale Blue Eyes" so it's not like it's a one-sided thing. They could have kind of fallen into aspects of Eye Gazing without knowing it is a thing, honestly, but I'd wager since they've been around forever, they know what it is. Plus, well, there's also crepes, which winds up defined around it fundamentally being about eventually coming back to a position that makes it easier to kiss and emphasizes eye contact, which is a way of emphasizing a focus on intimacy.

You could also, if you want to, take Aziraphale's "you like waiting inside" comment below a bit in this direction as well, because the idea with Tantric Eye Gazing in bed is that it is meant to bring about a sense of a kind of hyper-awareness of the present and to feel grounding-- not at all things these two like or need lol-- but, just as you can try this outside of bed and it's a different experience, it is also different in bed, depending on when and how you and your partner try it. One way is just while inside your partner but before actively moving much. "You like waiting inside" is already "you like just hanging out inside me and taking your time and driving us both insane" so it's not really far off to throw the eye thing in there as well.

Aziraphale does mean on one level that Crowley just likes being in the actual bookshop, yeah, but Aziraphale also both used the bookshop as euphemistic for his body earlier in the season and says the comment in the Marguerite's scene with a suggestive tone, so it's not out there to go there with it, imo. There are other things it suggests as well, really, but none that I can see that directly conflict with the idea of it being also related to Eye Gazing.

Tantric Eye Gazing is basically a mindfulness exercise as well and they are both overtly into trying to combat the blahs of life with mindfulness in scenes we've already seen-- the way they both breathe in the magic shop in the present in S2 and Aziraphale with the sushi in 1.01, for a couple of examples. This isn't just a way of coping with anxiety and depression; they are examples of sensual living. They both are already highly sensitive but add in the openness to experiencing things like food and music on a deeper level and it's not hard to reach the conclusion that they treat sex the same way, if not even more so.

The sushi scene is also an example of tying that sense of mindfulness to sex directly. I mean, Aziraphale taking that peaceful, centering breath and breathing in the brine there and hearing the miracle chime and assuming it was Crowley apparating in beside him so he wasn't expecting to silently ADHLKDJEKJKFLE GABRIEL! when he opened his eyes and looked towards where he thought Crowley would be...

...and that look? Yeah, they've tried and like and frequently do the eye thing lol.

The actual Kama Sutra itself? When I read your question, the gif below was what I pictured-- just Crowley tossing the whole book up and them picking pages out of the air and the running commentary...

"Absolutely not." "Hm, maybe that one." "You're bendy enough for this one." "Was this one not legally torture in several kingdoms at one point?" "That can't be comfortable." "We're magical and I think that would kill us..." lol

They probably tried what of it looked fun, as they seem willing to give anything that interests them a whirl.

<<sex magick in GO>>

I've made a note to put together some more coherent thoughts and do a separate thing on this at some point. It's a very creative question & I'd like to devote some more thought to it first. Thanks for the ask. :)

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens 2 #aziracrow

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Before

2012

Part 21

3 Weeks Earlier

“I miss you” I say into the phone as I walk into the studio

“I miss you too. I’ll see you soon though” Alex replies

“I know” I sigh “how’s collage going?” I ask sitting down on the sofa

“It’s alright. I honestly have no clue what I want to do though once I leave”

“You could always come be a roadie” I joke making Alex laugh

“Don’t tempt me. How’s the song writing going?”

“It’s not. We have to write boyband love songs”

“But your not a boyband?” Alex sounds confused over the phone

“Oh I know, but we have an image for teenage girls and a few teen boys. Some times I regret my decision. If I knew it would be like this then…”

“Hey don’t think like that. Have you spoken to the others?”

“Not yet. I will, but they just seem to be having the time of their lives”

“What’s your contract say?”

“We have to release songs to SYCO for at least another 3 years”

“You can do this. I believe in you”

“Mornin’” Harry shouts walking into the studio

“I’ll let you go. I’ll see you soon ok?”

“Yeah”

“I love you”

“I love you too” I put the phone down and give Harry a small smile “hey. Where’s the others?”

“Gone to get snacks. You know I’m here for you, we all are”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“A fair bit. I wasn’t ease dropping on your conversation, but I just didn’t want to interrupt, sorry”

“No it’s ok”

“From now on you talk about issues that your dealing with ok? Your not going through this alone ok?”

“Thanks H. Why don’t we start writing while we wait for the others” I suggest getting a pen and note pad out of my bag.

1 Week Earlier

“What’s up Uncasvill!” Niall yells into his microphone and the fans all scream back “now we have a little secret. YN care to tell everyone”

“Do they deserve to know the secret? What do you think guys shall we tell you?” I ask then point my microphone to the crowed who all yell once again “ok ok” I hold my free hand in the air “shhhh ok. We may be working on album number 2” this causes everyone to scream again with excitement

“m’not sure tha’ they’re tha’excited YN”

“No me either Harry” I say shaking my head “let’s try this again shall we? Who’s excited!” I ask yelling causing everyone to scream “ok now with that announcement out of the way the next song were going to sing is Up All Night”

During the song Harry jumps on Louis back making them fall on to the floor which causes me to miss my cue. Thankfully the crowd sing along which makes it easier for me to jump back in.

48 Hours Earlier

“Shit” I grumble seeing all the flashing lights outside our hotel

“Hey your ok, we’ve got you” Niall says placing his arm over my shoulders

“I’ll go first ok?” Louis says looking at me. I give him a nod and the doors open. I walk behind Louis with Niall while Zayn, Liam and Harry are behind us

“Get back!” Paul shouts at the paparazzi

“YN have you and Alex broke up?”

“Harry are you dating Taylor?”

“Louis does Eleanor trust you and YN?”

“Zayn has Perrie come to any shows yet?”

It’s question after question, making my head feel fuzzy. Thankfully Niall doesn’t let go of me

“YN how good are the boys in bed?”

“YN look over here!”

“Turn this way!”

“Move!” I once again hear Paul say when I feel someone grab my arm. I turn to see who it is, but I’m meet with a camera in my face. Zayn is quick to pull the guy away while I’m ushered into our car. My breathing rises while there’s ringing in my ears. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing

“You good YN?” I hear Liam ask. I give him a little nod grateful I’m now in the safety of the car.

24 Hours Earlier

24 hours to go till Alex arrives, 24 hours and I’m in the arms of the man I love. I finish getting myself ready for the show when my dad comes over to me

“I think you need to speak to a doctor” he says

“I’m fine”

“No your not. You’ve been having these panic attacks for a few months now. Maybe you should stop performing”

“What!?” I yell facing my dad

“I don’t mean forever, but maybe just for now while you get all of this under control”

“Dad it’s just part of fame. I’ll have to get used to it”

“I’m just worried that something could tip you over the edge”

“Dad I promise I have it under control. How about this. We have just over a month left of tour, once it’s over I’ll speak to someone”

“Fine but you have one more panic attack and I’m taking you home”

“Deal”

“And don’t think I won’t ask the boys to tell me if you do” my phone then pings letting me know I have a text. I look down and see it’s off Alex

‘Can’t wait to see you tomorrow’

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Dearly Beloved

A/N: This is it for Matty and Jo! Final installment of the Valentines Week mini-series. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @abiiors for hosting 💗💗💗💗

Warnings: none. Typos are probably going to happen in my writing. While I do proofread before I post most of the time, I’m also 80% blind. Apologies in advance.

***

Jo and Matty looked into each other’s eyes, the nerves written all over both of their faces. 

He reached for her hands, squeezing them. “Tonight’s the night.”

“Mhm.”

In Jo’s eyes, Matty saw their entire lives together. Their first kiss in George and Charli’s garden; their first date; the first time they slept together; saying ‘I love you;’ moving in, having Sophia. The last few months had been hell on them. In Jo especially. Despite his best efforts to remain supportive and understanding, Matty did not always handle it well. It had driven them apart. In a way that could’ve easily changed them both forever. So, they both needed tonight. Their relationship needed it. They’d  been looking forward to and talking about it forever. And now, it was here. 

Their excitement teetered on the edge of anxiety. They both felt slightly disoriented. Jo found herself abnormally self-conscious. Aware of her body and the way that it has changed, anxious underneath Matty’s passionate gaze. He was scared too. Not wanting to make her feel weird and treat her differently, but he couldn’t deny that things were different now. They were both different. 

“You know we don’t have to do this, right?” Matty whispered. 

“Wh-why? Do you not want to?”

“Of course, I want to, Jo! Look at me! I’m wearing clothes, like, real clothes- not fuckin joggers and a t shirt, for the first time since Sophia was born. I’ve got a bit of aftershave on, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “To seduce you. In case you haven’t noticed.”

Jo broke a smile, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his waist. “You do smell divine.” She inhaled. “Sexy.”

“Right, then.” Matty cleared his throat. “Shall we?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Oh, wait. The baby!”

Jo frowned. “You’re bringing Sophia? isn’t that a bit-“

“She’s not gonna be in there with us. Just dropping her off at Louis’s.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right.”

Matty picked his daughter up, cooing to her softly, “who’s ready for a lovely day with uncle Louis? Hmm? You gonna show him your new toys ?”

***

Jo and Matty rushed out, hand in hand, giggling into the street. 

“We’ve done it!” Matty looked down at her.”

“Finally!”

“We are, officially, husband and wife.”

He clutched the marriage license in his hand, dipping his head down to kiss her. “In the eyes of the state, and the patriarchy, this thing between you and I is official now.”

Jo giggled, “love it when you talk sexy to me.”

Matty took her hand in his as they walked down the stairs, into the crowded city streets. 

“Does this mean I have to start smoking big cigars and putting my feet up on the furniture now? Bossing you around and complaining about dinner not being at the table the second that I make it home form a long, hard day’s work?”

Jo laughed, rolling her eyes playfully at him. “We got legally married, Matthew, not teleported to the 1950s.”

***

“Okay, I think everything’s ready, yeah?” Jo looked up at him, breathless from the nervous pounding of her heart. 

“Yeah, yeah. I even added ‘Isn’t She Lovely,’ to the playlist, you know, for Sophia.”

Jo rolled her eyes when she realized that they’re having two separate conversations. “Matty, I’m talking about everything else, not the playlist! The - the dinner. The table. The house!”

“Everything is perfect, Jo. Relax.” Matty pressed his lips to hers, before she could interrupt. He took her hand, leading her to the couch. “Mum’s ordered from the chef friend of hers. Catering will be here in an hour. I’ve asked for a bartender. He’ll be arriving shortly before the guests.”

Jo nodded, going over the schedule helped her to get a real sense of preparedness. “Yeah, and- Charli’s in charge of the cake.”

“Ross insisted on flowers. Even though I said it was a home wedding. Very lowkey.”

“Ross is the best.” She smiled, fondly. 

“Would you please relax now? Everything’s accounted for!”

***

George stood up, smiling widely. “Ahem” he cleared his throat dramatically to gain the silent attention of the room. A hush fell over the place. Tim and Denise already brimming with tears. 

“Dearly beloved-“ the words were barely out of George’s mouth before Matty burst into laughter. 

“What the fuck, Matty?” George shot him a glare and whispered tight-lipped.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just….so formal. Go on.” Matty wiped the grin off his face.

“Dearly beloved-“

This time, it was Ross’s giggling that had interrupted the preamble. 

“Sorry, sorry. He’s right…you sound absurd… anyway, go on.”

George shook his back, loosening his shoulders in an attempt to remain composed. Giving both of his friends silent warnings, he tried again.

“Dearly-“ he cut himself off, turning to Adam. “You wanna laugh, too, I suppose? Get it out of your system now.” He demanded, stifling a laugh of his own. He was only deflecting, by projecting the laughter onto Adam. Now that it’s been pointed out to him, he was much too aware of the formality of the speech that he had prepared, unable to keep a straight face. ‘dearly beloved.’ What a ridiculous phrase. Why was it so unbelievably funny when you say it out loud?

The four boys burst into a fit of nervous laughter at the front of the room, whispering to each other incoherently, patting each others backs. 

Matty turned to the room filled with his friends and family, “sorry everyone. Erm. Hello! Thanks for being here. My- my beautiful wife and I, as you all know, have already been married a while. We just thought that….well, with baby Soph finally here and all that…we wanted to celebrate with you all.”

The room roared with cheers and applause, Jamie whistled. 

“I love you all so much. Thank you for coming.” Matty’s eyes welled up.

***

Charli handed Jo a bouquet of flowers that she had picked and tied together using a ribbon out of the decorations that Ross had ordered. “For the bride.” She kissed jo's cheek. “Congratulations.”

“Wait.” Carly held up her palms. “Those are the clips that I used on my wedding day. To keep my hair out of my eyes. You know….Something borrowed.”

Matty turned to his bride, mouthing, “all good?”

“Mhm.”

“Right. Where’s my ring bearer?”

Proudly, Adam and Carly’s son skipped over to the center of the room, with his hands extended out. “I’m herrreeee.”

Matty crouched down to be at his level. “Perfect. Thanks little legend. You’ve…gotta…mate, you’re meant to give them to me now.” Matty opened his hands, waiting for the reluctant ring bearer to complete his duties. “ So I can…you know… thank you! Smooth transfer, bro. You’re a natural!” He giggled, blushing like a teenager as his eyes locked on Jo. “Right, lastly, where’s my baby girl? Come here, Angel. Come to dada.”

Louis brought Sophia over, handing her to Matty.

“Hello my world.” He kissed her. “Come watch mom and dad get married.”

Their ring-clad fingers intertwined. Matty kissed his wife. She took a moment to let the tingle run through her, smiling, she turned to the crowd. 

“Let’s get this fuckin party started!!”

That was George’s cue to let the music play. 

Matty rushed over to the drinks corner, acquiring two glasses of champagne. He handed one to Jo, clicking it to his glass.  “we’ve done it. Cheers.”

“yes we have.”

“I love you, Jo.”

“I love you, too, Matty.”

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[tonixe]

✧･ﾟ: 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 :𝐃 ✿

✧･ﾟ:  𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✿

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You were in your room getting ready for your date, laying down all your cute clothes and jewelry.

You wanted to look good but too good, yet also chic but not too stylish, just something that expresses you, because anything you wear outside express how you live and act.

You even got your legs shaved and got a mani-pedi.

Soon you were interrupted by your irritating sister, Erica. Always in your business like it was the wild west.

"Y/N, where are you going" Erica questioned you,

"Why is where I'm going, your concern?" you looked back at her.

"...Because mom and dad left the house and told me that you have babysit me, and Lucas is going to do some stupid thing with his nerd friends.."

"What" you gasp

"That's totally unfair," you complained.

"Well, life isn't fair, ain' it," your little sister blabbed out.

Before you could even hear what she said, you ran down the hallway away from your room and went towards Lucas. You didn't even knock. You just bust open that door.

"What the heck Y/N" Lucas yelled out

"Lucas..my little brother Lucas, for a love of a sister, can yo-" you were soon cut off,

"No"

"What do you mean no? I barely said anything."

"What you were about to say is for me to babysit Erica, and I will not"

"Please, Lucas, it's just one time. I will promise to repay you back."

"50 bucks"

"50 bucks for a one-time thing?"

"take or leave it"

"How about 15?"

Soon a long debate about how much money you have to pay Lucas to occur, and you guys finally got to agree on how much money you would pay, it was 25 bucks.

You finally got to properly get ready now, without any disturbances or that when you thought, then you heard rocks hitting your window.

You opened your window, annoyed by who was attacking your window, only to find out it was your boyfriend, Eddie.

Eyes brighten up with joy to your boyfriend, and how convenient it of him to come just on time, you rushed downstairs and went outside to see your date.

Eddie decided to have a picnic date with you. It was cute and elaborately planned. It was a fun time. You had your picnic in a field of flowers, the area was beautiful, and you got to make some flower crowns for yourself and Eddie.

The moment you had with Eddie was everything, you really wished you could stay like that forever, but sadly all good things shall come to an end.

You were dropped off by Eddie, and you couldn't just leave him without giving him a kiss, which you did and not even 5 seconds later you were reprimanded by your parents. :D

#eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things concept #stranger things season four #stranger things #love #x black reader #female reader #thehoodblackpercyjackson

[writingforatwistedworld]

Mon chéri,

At first glance one doesn’t give you much thought, and I feel like that is something that you aim for. I can imagine you prance into people’s lives without a second thought and turn their worlds upside, like you did mine. I can never predict you next step no matter how much I’d try. Rook, please don’t stalk me?

Reader got sent to twst world

I do not speak French and used google translator. If there are errors please correct me.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, manipulation, blood, murder, unhealthy relationship

Rook Hunt-Your loyal servant

Leaving class you were about to head home. Whilst walking you looked around, searching for the hunter that had been following you the last few months. After a while, you had gotten used to the feeling of being watched which only lessened, not stopped, after giving Rook that letter. But today was different. Today you didn't feel someones eyes burning holed into your back and face. Today you felt, for the first time in what felt like eternity, completely alone. The wonderful silence was interrupted when you heard the voice of the dorm leader of Pomfiore calling out your name. Walking up to you the young man gave you a letter whilst glaring at the paper as if it had bitten him. And that was your conversation for the day. Entering the home the paper felt heavier than your entire school bag to you. After opening it you finally read it.

Mon amour,

I deeply apologize! It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable by following you. Quel choc! I would never dare to do so a d yet, this admirer of yours seems to have done that. No apology is good enough so that you could ever forgive me for I have broken a taboo. Something never to be touched. Non! For days in felt like floating in cloud nine. Watching you sleep, eat, study and so much more was of great delight for me. Yet I neglected your view on the situation. Je suis une honte!

For that reason I do not dare to deliver this letter to you personally. If you wish so I could disappear from your world forever. The thought of such a thing alone pains me but I would rather have it that we were separated by worlds than you hating me. I am nothing more than a criminal who dared to make you uncomfortable. Je mérite que les cieux me punisse eux-mêmes! Punish me however you wish to! Take away my bow, take away my arrows but do not hold back. My soul must be darker than the night. Such a ugly sight!

All my life I trained so that I could be of use to you but in truth, I am the greatest nuisance that has ever dared to break into your circle. What a fool I am! Non, o am even below that. My foolishness is something I need to fix and even then I would never be able to bask in your light again. Allow me to sink into the dark for there is the only right place for me.

If you ever were to forgive this hunter I would do anything to prove that it wasn't for naught. Laisse mon arc être ton serviteur. My services are yours and yours alone. Allow me to strike those down that dated to do the same thing or even worse than I did. Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. There is no redemption besides punishing those that dared to darken the sun. There is no need for you to dirty your hands. Let me do that part. Even if you were a criminal searched all over the world I would still follow you. Your last friend. Your only servant. Unlike most I will never step down from my duties. Whether it be bringing you someones heart or delivering a poisoned apple, I would do it without question.

Because I am your loyal hunter even in the face of death. I shall follow this calling forever.

But mon amour, has the thought ever occurred to you that someone might harm you? This world is filled with vile beasts in human form, or close to human, that would live to keep you for themselves, robbing the world of you. Sadly, I have to tell you that such beasts also exist here in our school. If you were to forgive me maybe we could come to a agreement? quelle merveilleuse idée! Let me be your guard as well! I shall make sure that no one dares to sully you. You are light. You are life. You are everything that I love.

So please don't abandon me! Turn me into a pet if that is the punishment you deem worthy but let me stay close! You need my protection just as much I need you! I swear on my honor that I never watched you Iin too private moments. I am doing this just to protect you!

Always yours,

Rook Hunt

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere rook x reader #yandere rook hunt #tw: yandere #tw: manipulation #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: blood #tw: murder

[the-tiktok-rogue]

Sanders sides finale fic because thomas won’t ever friggin make it,

Thomas walks into his room, saddened, Nico has told him that he just wants to go on a break, Thomas walks into his main room, Patton Rises up

“Hey there champ, I know things are looking down, but you just need time.”

“I really thought he was the one though, we went on so many dates…After the wedding and the call back…I just needed ONE good thing”

“I know pal but hey, there’s always next time, and it’s oh-fish-ial, there’s plenty more fish in the sea eh ehhh”

Thomas sighs “normally that’d make me laugh, i’m just not in the mood for dad jokes.”

Virgil rises up “Geez, is Patton Patton-tra-nising you again.”

“A mean pun? I was just trying to help our little slugger here!”

“he wants to be sad, you of all people should know it’s okay to be sad.”

“Believe me I do Virgil, it is okay to be sad, I just don’t want him to dwell on it forever, not when he’s made so much progress”

Thomas thinks “maybe there’s a creative solution to this….hmm”

Roman rises but it’s obvious something is off, for one thing he’s wearing his season one scarf, with the rest of his season two outfit

“hmm yes it is I the mighty prince roman, whatever to do”

Thomas squints but then shakes his head

“Roman I need a solution to this break with Nico…something to get him back with me.”

Roman has a devious smile “you should totally get with one of his friends to backstab him”

Patton gasps “Roman! that’s not chivalrous or noble!”

Virgil spoke “it’s obvious this guys Ja-“

he was interrupted “nrghhh I need something more logical than that…I can’t just think with my feelings, think thomas think”

Logan rises but something is off as well but he’s wearing his season 1 tie, he also has bags under his eyes

“Well I think the most logical solution in my humble opinion as the one and only logan…”

there was a pause

“is to stab him to death and make love to his bloody remains!”

Thomas gasps “Remus?….and Janus?”

they both morph, showing their true selves

Patton freaks out “W-Where’s Roman and Logan?! and Janus I thought we were friends!”

Janus laughed “Well remember when Virgil ducked out, it seems Roman and Logan went on strike”

Virgil sneered “and you two decided to take their places!”

Remus stretched his arm into a tentacle and stroked Virgil’s back making him flinch then un stretched it “That’s right, you wanna know why?”

him and Janus both laughed music started, they went into the mind space, a song was starting

Janus started a spotlight on him “once we were both ignored, us two a dark side tour de force”

then Remus “we tried to be subtle and snide, giving you a spook and some advice” he turns into an octopus and jump scares the camera

Janus continued “However now we’ll simply say, we’ll sing it out another way.”

Remus sang “You can’t block us out no longer we’ll sing it out and we’ll sing it stronger!”

both sing “it’s our house now, it’s our house now, you all loved your plucky friends, but now it seems they’re on the mend! it’s our house now it’s our house now!”

Remus sings “Fears and secrets soon we shall arouse…..” he tickled pattons neck with green claw nails

Janus sang “ cause it’s our house.”

the bridge started “We both watched and we both waited, as your puritan self hated” janus sang

“Patton on his watchful tower eager to judge, easy to glower.” remus sang

“You’ll serve yourself, you’ll listen again, me and him we’ve took the reins.”

“so now on we’ve simply got it alll…. cause it’s our house now, it’s our house now, bask in darkness and misdeeds, just enjoy your evil creed cause it’s our house now, our house now, we’re not alone and there is one more…in our house.”

the song ends

A new orange side appears to rise up he’s wearing an orange jacket, with a black shirt, punk clothing, and orange bags under his eyes, also a dark beard.

“Hmpth. Finally you’ve noticed me.” he spoke bitterly

Thomas did a double take before looking to Patton and Virgil

“who the heck is this guy?!”

Patton made an awkward face like pulling teeth “he’s wrath…”

Thomas looked confused “Wrath?….but i’ve been angry before, why have I never seen this guy”

Virgil sighed “You don’t view yourself as an angry person, you view your anger as bad and try to people please to make up for it…thus, wrath is here.”

Wrath made a fist and growled “when you don’t have creativity, or logic, you can only show them your teeth and fight.”

Wrath flips a middle finger, and says a bunch of bleep swears

Patton puts hands over his ears “p-please stop swearing”

Wrath tells him to eff off

“Beat the sh*t out of Nico for what he did, he probably cheated on you anyway.” wrath egged Thomas on

Thomas balled up his fist. this builds until he punches a wall.

Patton tries to console Thomas “woah woah woah, maybe we should try and find Roman, go to his room? he’s always good with this kind of romantic quandaries?”

Janus laughs “oh please don’t go there you three, it will totally stop your wrath and you’ll be rid of us all”

Remus cackled “do tell my brother thanks for doing nothing, it’s been so lovely without that dunce” Remus said, popping one of his eye balls out.

Wrath grimaced “no matter how far you run i’ll always be a part of you.”

they leave and the first part of the finale ends.

#leo rambles #ts crit #idk what this is tbh?