#when she suddenly does a musical number i felt that

[clbrq]

ALL FOR ME - C. BROCK

warnings: kissing, sexual dancing, cursing, drinking, implied sex, cheating??, VERY toxic(i’m obsessed send help).

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You felt sick. Disgusted. Betrayed.

You couldn’t physically believe what you were seeing before you. No explanation could come to mind as to why this was happening. Or why it was happening to you.

She was grinding all up against his lower half, smiling cheekily, swaying her body to the beat of the music as he held onto her waist, whispering into her ear. It was a foul sight.

Sitting alone at the island in the kitchen, quickly sipping your drink as you watch, the anger coursing through your body—the cup shaking as you brought it up to your lips. Jesus, you hated him.

Colby Brock was a player and a fuck-boy. Not happy enough with one woman, actively seeking out more to have. But, you knew what you were getting into when becoming his recurring hook-up.

The music blared into your ears as someone approached you from behind, “Dude, if you stare anymore they’re gonna have holes burnt into the side of their faces.”

“Not looking at their faces, Sam.”

Taking a look for himself, he witnesses his best friend dirty dance with a random girl in front of you in a large crowd of drunk people, “For some reason, I’m not surprised.”

Swivelling around to face to him, “You’re kidding, right?”

“No,” Sam chuckled, “Colby does this all the time. And has done for years. He gets one girl, has his way with her and finds another. It’s a recurring cycle—you’re lucky he kept hooking up with you after the first time.”

“Lucky?” You sneered, irritated by his response. However, you could use this built up anger to get your sweet revenge—show Colby how it really feels.

“Kiss me.”

Sam’s eyes widened at your words, a flush of red appearing in his cheeks, “What?”

“Just shut up and do it.” You rolled your eyes, standing up, pulling Sam close and sliding your hands through his blonde looks.

Connecting your lips with Sam’s felt almost wrong considering he was best friends with Colby, but considering his antics tonight—you knew it was exactly what he deserved. You pushed your body flush against Sam’s as you kissed him harder—finally feeling him kiss back. You could feel a pair of eyes glaring at you, could be others just observing; but you were absolutely certain it was Colby. Grabbing Sam’s hands, you place them on your waist, allowing him to connect further. The alcohol in both of your system’s was suddenly taking over as Sam’s lips left yours and sloppily glided down your neck, nipping your skin—creating love bites on your exposed skin. Craning your neck ever so slightly, your eyes are met with a furious Colby on the dance floor. Smirking at him, you turn back to Sam, smashing your lips back together again.

When suddenly, your pushed apart forcefully by ring-clad hands, “That’s enough.” Colby seethed, staring angrily at you.

“Not occupied anymore?” You pressed into his rage, “Girl number 32 not as fun as you thought so you run back to girl number 14?”

“Shut your mouth.” Colby spat, “How dare you kiss my bestfriend.”

Laughing in his face, you shake your head, “Oh, that’s rich considering you were just dry humping some random slut!”

Colby goes silent, just running a hand through his hair, chest rising quickly due to his anger. You knew you had got to him—causing him to have no rude remark to fire back.

“It wasn’t like that.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, same, I fell onto Sam’s lips.” You shot back, sarcastically, only fuelling his annoyance.

Instead of replying, he grabbed your forearm, dragging you upstairs and away from the party. Colby was forceful, showing you how upset he was and how much you were gonna pay. Shoving you inside an empty room, you landed onto the bed as he slammed and locked the door.

Colby walked towards you, scowling deeply as he grabbed your chin and connected your lips heatedly. Pushing your back flat against the bed, Colby hovered over as he kissed you ferociously, groping your body as he did so. Moaning into his mouth, bucking your hips as he ventured near in between your legs.

Realisation hit you as you remembered what he had done. Shoving him off you, you stood up and faced him maturely,

“What the fuck, Colby?” You exclaimed, “You can’t just fucking grind against girls all night, then get annoyed when I do the same to you, and then try and fuck me when you don’t get your way!” You didn’t care if people heard you, your voice getting louder as you spoke.

“And what? You’ll still come crawling back to my bed every time.” Colby bit back, grabbing your body and pulling you close, “And you’ll be begging me to fuck you so deep you cry, and make you cum all over my cock until you’re a blabbing, fuck-toy for me.”

You breathed heavily as you took in his words, not knowing what to say.

“All. for. me.” Colby smirked, sitting you gently in his lap, “Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

“Fuck you.” You spat, pushing him away, putting a distance between the both of you. Knowing the sexually frustrated and horny side of your brain would take over if you got too close to him, “You’re a dick.”

“And yet you still ride mine every night.”

“And yet you still don’t get rid of me when you go for another girl.” You fire at him, catching him off-guard, “Why is that Colby? You in love with me or something?”

You expected him to blow up in your face, and storm off in a fit, instead he stood up slowly and walked over to you. You didn’t move away as he slid his hand into yours, “And so what if I am?” He whispered.

“You’re a bullshitter.”

“Your evidence?” He inquired, looking down at you—eyebrows furrowed, “Exactly.” Your silence gave him the answer he needed.

“What changes even if you’re telling the truth, you’ll still fuck other girls and treat me like shit.” You stated, looking away from his cold, brooding, blue eyes.

His free hand lifted your chin to meet his gaze once more, “You say the word and I’ll stop doing that. Just for you, baby.”

“I don’t believe nor trust you.”

Colby just stared at you, not replying, knowing you’ll give in eventually.

“Fine.” You sighed, rubbing your temple.

“Fine what, babe?” He pushed, smirking at you as you glared up at him.

“Fine, I want you to myself, so stop fucking other people and treating me like shit.” You spoke, still slightly irritated at him, “Happy?”

Colby’s smirk increased as he pecked your forehead, “Very happy, baby. Now, where were we?”

-

hi this is a filler fic that i did ages ago just to fuel you all whilst i write the more important ones

love u all

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[eddywoww]

I love the concept of slow downfall new nerd steve

It hits him when Eddie Munson makes a comment.

Steve gets a little older and further from high school. His eyes don’t work the same, so he has to give in and use eyeglasses. He isn’t as active as he used to be and is always promising himself he’ll get back into the gym. Robin gets him into new music and books, stuff he’d never have read before. He actually enjoys it now, will listen to as many audiobooks as possible. It’s not like he stops loving His Stuff suddenly but it does twist. He starts getting interested in the logistical side of sports, the stats. Robin finds it dreadfully boring but Steve finds it fascinating. He gets good with money too, numbers getting slightly easier once they’re explained better to him in the classes at his community college. As it turns out, Steve isn’t dumb. He’s never felt stimulated by anything. He’s a good student once he finds his niche.

He gets into video games, will beat Robin at Tetris and Mario all day long and she absolutely hates it.

Once Dustin asks Steve to come sub in for another member of hellfire, he doesn’t even consider saying no. He’s a bit more open now, can see the appeal in it. But he’s not very confident in himself, doesn’t know if he’ll fit in.

But Eddie is nice, actually. They don’t talk much these days but he’s nice and animated and intriguing as hell. And Steve can’t keep his mouth shut these days, so when Eddie makes a comment about the coins and exchange in their game, Steve has so many questions. He even stays after to ask Eddie all his questions. Eddie looks so amused, like he just wants to listen to Steve talk forever.

So he turns to Steve after his first successful game and goes, “Nice to know you’re a nerd now, Harrington. Welcome to the club.”

Steve balks, not sure if he should be offended or not. Eddie puts the final nail in the coffin as he’s putting things away. He turns to Steve with a wink and says, “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.”

Steve makes hellfire club a new habit. For no particular reason.

#blurbs #fluff

[bratphilia]

I was talking about the step-father one! I honestly don’t have many ideas. except for maybe, if he lets his William side come out. so either a boy that the reader was talking to “goes missing” or hell, maybe even reader’s mom if she starts to get in the way?

ofc reader wouldn’t know who did it or anything, as William is careful with his killings. but yeah those are just ideas!! you don’t have to do them, just throwing them out there

taboo, pt. 2: blood on the tires (w. afton x reader)

note: here it is!! just decided to follow your first idea bc i dont know if yall wanna see your mom... well... so here we are.

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: murder, stalking, spanking, 69 position, overstimulation, daddy kink

taglist: @iikyutee

"mmmmph!" you moan against steve's hand. it's slapped over your mouth to drown out any noises you make. for extra precautions, there's also a blanket covering the crack of the bottom of your door to ensure no noises escape the room.

steve is pounding into you. one of your legs is slung over his shoulder. it's like clockwork at this point. your mom is on the phone with her friend, so steve slipped into your room and pounded the living day lights out of you.

simple. 

when it's over and he's buckling his belt, you reach for your phone, suddenly engrossed in typing something. "who are you texting?" he asks in a genuinely playful tone.

"oh, just kai," you say mindlessly like you're supposed to know who you're talking about. 

"kai," he repeats. who the fuck is kai? something in his gut churns. he doesn't like it. he's never heard of him until now. "where did you meet him?"

your eyes never leave your phone. your lips quirk up slightly when a responding notification sounds. "he was my lab partner in bio-chem. asked for my number afterwards."

oh. so he's interested in you, is steve's takeaway. but he clenches his jaw and says nothing. instead he changes the subject:

"what do you want for dinner? or should we just order out?"

you both decided on ordering out, your mom wanted to make food, but two versus one, right? throughout dinner, steve is dead silent. his eyes stay on his plate. you and your mom are passively arguing about something, but all he hears is white noise. kai. he hasn't felt this blinded by rage since, well, he was still william. 

a chicken is trying to get in his coop. it wakes up the william side of him. and steve — william — hates it.

suddenly the sound of the kitchen table banging snaps him away from his thoughts. you're getting up, tears in your eyes. "fuck you!" you scream at your mom and stomp upstairs.

mom turns to steve for support. "she's just so immature."

"i agree, honey," he muses. 

but don't worry, he'll be there to pick up the pieces later, when mom's asleep and when you should be too. but you're waiting for him to sneak in your room. you always are. his darling girl. 

you wake up the next day, hoping to feel steve's arms wrapped around you and his face buried in the crook in your neck, just like the position the two of you are always in after another one of your midnight sessions. but he's not there. you never got used to his abandonment of you, but you're forced to understand why. 

you don't come out of your room the next day. you can't face your mother and her fake apologies. you feel sick to your stomach with hunger, but you just stare at the wall and wait for steve to come back. part of your arrangement is an unspoken truce; a mutual understanding that the two of you are in each other's corner, as cheesy as that sounds.

steve does come back, but it's around one in the morning. he comes in, positive you're awake — because of the sound of music coming from your laptop — only to find you sound asleep. then he notices something.

your phone. he remembers last night. 

steve scrolls through your text messages with kai. he invited you to go to the movies and then his house to study — probably where a disgusting man-child like him would try to put his hands on you — but much to steve's dismay, he said he would give you his address during class tomorrow. 

fuck. steve would have to wait to strike until after your class tomorrow, meaning he'd have to find a way to take you so he knows where to go. he can manage that.

everything goes according to plan. he's able to convince you let him take you to school, despite the suspicious quirk of your brow. he doesn't leave the campus. instead, how does he pass his time? well, let's just say he uses some of the pictures he's taken of your naked, post-sex body, are put into good use. 

he's parked from an angle so that he can get a good look at the students that come rolling out of the building and to the parking lot. 

steve spots you as you walk out of classroom, talking with a boy that he recognizes from the photo you set as kai's profile picture. as the two of you part ways, you head to the parking lot where you thought steve would be waiting to pick you up at. instead, steve drives around, following kai's trail until he's alone. 

it's just too easy. as kai is walking across the street, steve simply revs his engine and speeds forward, slamming the poor bastard's body against the front of his car. and then, for good measure, he backs up, feeling the tires elevate as the run over his body. steve just can't contain his smile. 

he pulls back up to your meeting spot to find you sitting on a bench on your phone. a sick part of him hopes you're trying to reach kai. steve honks the horn, grabbing your attention. you climb into the car and inquire, "what's wrong with the front of your car?"

"drove into some mud awhile back."

thankfully, you drop it, engrossed in your phone once more. once you're back home, mom's at work, meaning the two of you have time to do whatever you want until she comes home. the both of you decide on watching a movie that ends with his body on top of yours, slamming his hips into you while you practically scream.

steve is glad things worked out this way.

the day that you were planning on going to the movies with kai approaches and steve can barely contain his excitement. he has plans for how he'll handle your disappointment when you come home. 

it's been about two hours since you left. steve can only imagine you waiting at the mall growing more and more impatient as the time goes by. when he hears the telltale sound of the door slamming and a loud slam, he smiles knowingly. 

"what's wrong, honey?" he calls, approaching you from the kitchen.

immediately, you look tearful. "he stood me up..."

"who did?"

"kai!" you shout, louder than intended. 

oh, so you want to act like a brat, do you? he fakes an angry look. "don't use that tone with me." this should be good. 

a tear slips down your cheek and you wipe it with the back of your hand. "'m sorry. just upset."

"you're sorry, what?" 

you practically perk up. you know damn well what's coming next, too. "i'm sorry, daddy." 

steve smiles — smirks, actually, and saunters towards you. he lifts you chin to look at him with one hand and the other is put on your shoulder. "you don't need to mess with boys like kai when you have a man like me in your life."

you nod slowly. he's right after all. all steve had to do was eliminate the option for you to make the right decision. 

then he drops his hands, looking at you with authority and pulls you into the room that your mom and him sleep in. "you do know what happens to brats, right?"

"but daddy, i was just —"

"none of that," he scolds you and moves to sit at the end of the bed. "bend over my lap."

blood rushes to your face. he's going to punish you like a child, and for some reason, it increases the heat already pooling in your stomach. you promptly slip out of your leggings and do what he says, embarrassed. he has you so your ass is in the air.

steve smooths over the soft skin and pulls and tugs at your thong, letting it snap against your skin and earning a jolt from you. "did you wear these for him."

"no daddy," you whine. "only you."

"good girl," he praises, but he doesn't quite believe you.

he starts delivering smacks to your ass, causing high pitched whines to tumble from your mouth uncontrollably. the blows are inconsistent both in speed in between slaps and harshness, always keeping you on the edge for what happens next. he spanks you fifteen times (he made you count and thank him after each one) until he decides you've had enough.

he pulls your underwear to the side and dips a finger inside your wet pussy. "poor baby, so needy for daddy," he coos.

"yes," you moan, wriggling against him.

he situates you so that you're upright on his lap. you cock your head curiously. "i want to try a new position. want you to suck my cock while i eat your pussy." you rub your thighs together in anticipation. it's a position you've only seen in porn, so this was exciting to you.

steve sheds the rest of his clothes off and lays on the bed, beckoning for you to lay on top of him. once again, the lewd position makes you blush. you cage his neck with your thighs and face his cock. you make the first move, licking up and down the shaft. you give a guttural moan when a swipes a long lick up your center. you can't help but pull your mouth off and stare back at him.

"keep goin,' baby," he gruffly tells you and you try your best to continue.

it's proven much more easy for steve to eat you out than it is for you to suck his dick. he seems completely unshaken to your ministrations, leaving you confused if this is even pleasurable for him at all, meanwhile you're trying your hardest to keep yourself together as he eats you out.

steve smothers his face into your cunt, moaning like it's more arousing than you sucking him off. one particularly harsh suck on your clit has you gushing on his face. it doesn't matter if you've come already, he just keeps going. you try your best to keep a pace of stroking him while sucking on the tip but it just ends with you only being able to kitten lick all around him.

he shakes his head into your pussy, giving you a nice feel of his beard, and you're close again. "ah! steve!" you cry.

then he stops. "what's my name, baby girl?"

"d-daddy," you correct yourself. and he grunts against your clit, making you come all over again.

the stimulation is too much at this point. you try to move away from his body but his strong hands have such a firm grasp on your ass that renders you practically immobile. you can feel the rim of his glasses rubbing against your clit as he shakes his head. "daddy, please — ah — s' too much.."

the only response he gives is a growl into your cunt as he begins to thrust that long tongue inside of you, effectively making you come for the third time on his face. that's when he decides you've had enough. he guides you so that you roll over next to him on the bed.

"you didn't finish," you say with a pout.

"didn't want to," he says, staring up at the ceiling. "just wanted to make you feel better."

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut

[everythingacotarbxm1012]

Nightmares & Dreams

Summary - Cassian just needed some physical contact to help him sleep.

A/N - Friendly reminder that canon cassian does like physical contact. Also, it’s short but I just needed to get something out there so here it is! 620 words.

*Don’t repost or translate my work without my permission. *These characters and world do not belong to me.

🌌✨🌌

Cassian was known for many things. To the entirety of Prythian he was an Illyrian, a warrior, a General––Lord of Bloodshed. To his family he was a brother, a friend, a jokester, and a poor diplomat, who went to Rita’s for the drinks, not the dancing.

His life was really rather simple. Get up, train, train some more, maybe make a few visits required of him. Eat, sleep. The sleep was less predictable. Somehow there was this magic belief that he was so strong and he really only suffered injuries. His work came with more than physical consequence.

Cassian had injured and killed countless people during his lifetime. When the carriage was over he often found himself vomiting, sometimes mourning his victims––the guilt pumping through his veins. Guilt that chased him even when he slept. He had become used to the lack of sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for Cassian to wake up two or three times throughout the night from his nightmares. Flashes of death all around him, and then he was suddenly sitting up in his bed, in a cold sweat.

Cassian had also grown used to the following hour of lying awake, unable to get himself to fall back asleep. That hour alone with his thoughts, the images from the nightmares flashing before him. Then there were some mornings when he didn’t try to fall back asleep. Those were the mornings that people took him as a dedicated warrior who rose extra early to train, not a general running from his nightmares.

Then you entered the picture. For the number of times he had been to Rita’s Cassian questioned how you had never caught his eye. A beautiful female Illyrian freely dancing on the floor amongst others, lost in the music.

“Cassian! Cassian! Did you… oh–” Mor said before realizing Cassian was already heading for you. She subtly smirked to herself. 

Somehow between the many bodies and loud music, Cassian managed to find himself in an intimate conversation, one that flowed effortlessly. The following night Cassian found himself at Rita’s again, but unlike past nights he didn’t head straight to the bar.

“She’s over there,” Mor said with a grin, pointing towards where you were dancing. 

Cassian didn’t respond, making his way to you––his reputation parting the crowd for him. It happened again. Hours of conversation only this time Cassian found you in his bed that night. It felt like he had barely fallen asleep when he was plagued with a nightmare.

He stood in the middle of a field, everyone dead around him and then he saw Rhys, Feyre. Cassian turned his head to see Az and Mor. Nesta’s body over Elain’s, protecting her sister until her last breath. Then he was down in the library again and he was being dragged away down, down, down. 

But for the first time something called to him, to pull him away from the Bryaxis. “General? General?! Cassian!”

Everything blurred around him and suddenly was back in bed…next to you. Cassian glanced over to you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Cassian,” you could see the panic in his eyes and without a second you wrapped the Lord of Bloodshed in your arms.

Cassian didn’t protest, a fuzzy feeling filling his body. He adored physical contact. He clung to you like you were a lifeline, his arms tightly around your middle until his heartbeat slowed and for the first time in his life it didn’t take an hour to find sleep, only half that time. Just before Cassian completely drifted off he felt a tug at his chest, a feeling he had waited for all his life, a feeling that told him you were his dream.

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[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night -Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

This is a PT 2, here is part 1

Y/n was mindlessly skateboarding trough the streets, listening to the music blasting trough her headphones while silently humming along.

It was night time, not many people roamed the streets anymore, and they especially stayed away from fighting notices coming from an alleyway.

Not Y/n though, she didn’t hear a thing as she put the sound of her music up.

Suddenly she was ripped from her skateboard and a hand was pressed against her mouth, she felt something sharp against her neck.

Her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.

“Nice haul.” Kai called out to the five men that had just robbed a jewellery store, leaving the owner fatally injured. Zane was currently with him waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

“Yet, I think it abetted if you hand that back to us.” Kai’s voice had a threat laying beneath it and one of the robbers huffed. “And how do you intend to stop us?” He took a step forward with confidence.

Lloyd couldn’t help but smirk beneath his mask. Once again some simple robbers underestimating them.

“Let’s make a deal,” Cole jumped down the wall that was the end of the alleyway. “You hand is that sack, and maybe you will get away with this without broken bones.” He said.

“Sure, why don’t we make a deal,” the man, that was obviously their leader, stepped forward. “You let us go, and we won’t hurt one of your beloved citizens.” He grinned and the ninja shared unamused looks.

“That seems like a nice deal, of course, but uh, I think you are missing a part of your plan.” Jay said matter of factly.

“Oh, right,” the leader smirked. “Kano,” he looked back, and the biggest of the group smirked.

As if it was fate, someone just came by the alley and she was ripped of her skateboard by ‘Kano’ and another of the men pressed a knife against her neck.

The five Ninja recognised the girl immediately as the one that had given Lloyd her number. She looked up and her eyes widened when she saw the Ninja.

Great, of course she’d land herself in such a situation. She was obviously not going to tell her mother who’d get mad at her for sneaking out and she’d definitely get an ‘I told you so.’

“Alright, let the girl go.” The black ninja spoke. “And why would we do that?” One of her captors spoke.

“Out of the goodness of your heart?” The blue ninja tried making the others glare at him and Y/n rolled her eyes at the comment.

Couldn’t they get this over with? She was actually rather cold and still needed to go to school tomorrow.

She’d free herself, but the man holding her was way stronger than her so she didn’t bother. Not like her illusions would help in a situation like this too.

“Look, just let the girl go, we can handle this without you hurting another citizen,” the green ninja stepped forward, a hand resting in the hilt of his sword.

Oh they hurt another citizen? This situation might be a bit more serious then she expected.

Suddenly the guy that was holding her loosened his grip and she saw this as an opportunity to bit his hand and push the hand holding the knife away.

She wirled around to see the man falling on the floor unconscious, and behind him stood the white Ninja, who was, although the mask, obviously smirking.

The other ninja didn’t waste a second in taking out the others and moments later all of them where unconscious and tied up.

“Are you alright, miss?” The white ninja looked at her as she inspect her wrist that had been held incredibly tight.

“Yeah, I’m fine, rather cold though, so I guess I’d be headed home.” She shrugged and they looked at her in shock.

“You’re not hurt or anything, maybe a bit in shock?” The green ninja stepped forward. “Well, my wrist does hurt but that’ll be fine, I’ve handled worse injuries.” She waved it off.

And stepped out of the alleyway, looking around for her skateboard and cursing to herself when she didn’t see it.

“Here.” She turned around and it seemed the green ninja had already found it as he was holding it out to her. “Do you need Anglicanism to walk you home?” The water ninja asked her with concern and Y/n smiled.

“Nah, I’m fine,” she assured.

“Maybe it’s better if you don’t roam the streets on your own at this time.” The black ninja suggested and she shrugged. “I think I’ll survive, but bye I guess.” She said and then took off, calling Amelia on her way home to tell her the story.

—/—

The next day all eight of the friends walked trough Ninjago city.

“You you just told them that your fine, a bit cold, but you’d just get home easily and alone?” Luna asked with raised eyebrows and Y/n nodded. “That’s like the biggest you thing to do.” She laughed.

“What? It was not a big deal, it lasted five reminders tops, I don’t have to go to therapy for that?”

The others laughed and suddenly Anthony stopped walking. “What?” Arthur stopped next to him. “I’m kind of hungry, what about you?” Anthony smirked.

“Like you read my mind.” Charlie gave the same kind of smirk back. “Harvey’s, then?” Flora asked and everyone nodded. It was a huge supermarket almost everyone in Ninjago got their stuff there.

As they walked towards the place, they came by the alley Y/n had been the night before and she pointed it out with a small smile.

“Damn, almost died here then?” James joked making her laugh. “Imagine if you had died! Could I have gotten your skateboard then?” Luna looked at her.

“Absolutely not! It would definitely go to me!” Amelia protested. “You’re telling me that if I died, the problem would be who’d get my skateboard?” Y/n asked with a raised brow.

“Well, that’s not my problem, I’d just raid your closet.” Flora shrugged making everyone laugh.

They entered Harvey’s and smiled innocently at the cashier who gave them a suspicious look. “How cute, she recognised us.” Arthur grinned.

“Arty, please don’t tell me you like her.” Luna groaned. “Nah, don’t worry, Klara Butcher already has his heart.” Anthony said and Arthur hit his arm with a hiss.

“Oh right, I wouldn’t say.” He grinned innocently. “No way! You have a crush on Butcher?” Y/n interrogated. “You mean that girl with the purple haar tips?” Luna asked excitedly and Arthur just told them to shut up.

They walked trough the supermarket and towards the bread. “Croissants, everyone?” Charlie asked making everyone nod. “And a cinnamon roll for me aswel.” Flora quickly added. “And for me!” James chirped.

After that they head trough the drinks, making their way there, they walked trough the candy section and Y/n’s eye fell on a pack of skittles.

She grinned and as they walked past, she took it and placed it in the pocket of her hoody together with her hands.

They then took a bottle of cola and they checked out by the self-checkout.

They casually walked trough the store doors… and then the alarm went off.

They tried to keep walking casually but the moment someone yelled “hey, stop!” They bolted away.

They laughed as they looked behind them to see the two security guards try keeping up.

“Stop! Thieves!” He yelled out and the eight teens just kept running and laughing.

Just around the corner was a jewellery shop that had been robbed the previous night. Six ninja where there to try find any clues to who the group of robbers had been.

“Stop, thieves!” They shared glances before running out of the shop, only to see a group of teens being chased by out of breath guards.

“It’s not them, guys.” Jay waved it off about to walk back. “Their still thieves.” Nya pulled him back. “What do we do, are we going after them?” Kai looked as Lloyd.

“We don’t have much better to do.” Lloyd shrugged and the Ninja ran of towards the group of teens.

Not like they where to find anything in that jewellery shop.

“Uh, guys, I think we have a problem!” Luna yelled as she looked behind them. The group looked back to see they weren’t running from guards anymore, but from Ninja.

“Oh god, we are not winning this race.” Arthur groaned as they quickly turned a corner. “Well, I dare say we know the city better then them!” Hi twin brother disagreed.

“Anthony is right! I say we split!” Y/n called and she then grabbed Luna and turned into an alley, followed closely by Charlie.

“Their splitting up!” Cole called out. “Alright, Kai, Jay, you two go after those two, Zane and Cole you take the three that went straight, Nya and I go right!” Lloyd ordered and they all listened.

“Goddamnit Y/n! You know there’s a fence at the end of this alley!” Luna called as the three friends ran as fast as they could. “I know, I know, but we can get to the roof with that fence and then we can easily get to the Main Street, we’ll lose them easily in the crowd!” She called.

They got to the fence and when they looked back, the water ninja and the green ninja where approaching fast.

Charlie quickly helped Y/n up the fence who then went onto the roof, he then helped Luna who did the same.

Both of them then grabbed him and managed to get from the ground to the roof.

The hopper from roof to roof, almost slipping multiple times. The two ninja had easily got onto the roof, not wasting a second.

“You still think we can make it to main?” Charlie questioned. “I might have made a slight mistake in time.” Y/n called out.

“Well good going!” Luna called back. “Hey I’ve only ever ran from the police, I didn’t expect this alright!”

Her mind raced against time and she looked around. “You two jump down right here, then go leg immediately into opal-street and into the video store.” She called and they gave her a sceptic look.

“Trust me!” She called and Luna sighed. “Let me guess, you keep running and get caught? Little hero!” She joked and Y/n laughed.

“I’ll get myself out, promise!” She said and then the two finally listened as she kept running. When she looked back, the water ninja had followed her two friends and she hoped they would get to the video store in time.

Nya and Lloyd ran into the alleyway to see one of the boys help a girl up the fence. “Hold on a second, there is no way!” Nya called out recognising the girl.

“How is that possible!” Lloyd couldn’t help but laugh.

“She’s good!” Nya said as the girls helped the guy up the roof. Though, the two of them did it without breaking a sweat.

They followed them but where surprised when two jumped down.

“You follow them!” Lloyd called and Nya nodded and jumped after them.

He himself had almost caught up with Y/n who then jumped down aswel.

He quickly jumped after her and she tried to run but he grabbed her arm and pushed her Shinkansen the wall.

Lucky for him he had a mask because their faces where so close he couldn’t help but blush.

“Hello again.” He greeted and she was speechless for a moment. “Hi.” She said shortly before pushing him of her slightly.

“So you went from damsel in distress to thieve?” He gave her an amused look. “Thieve is a rather big word.” She rolled her eyes.

He huffed. “You shouldn’t be stealing either way, thieve or not.” He said and she chuckled. “Your kind of a kill joy, you know that?” She asked and he sighed.

“Listen- stealing is just wrong,” he pointed out making her huff a sarcastic laugh. “Harley’s is a multi million company, they won’t miss a pack of skittles.” She got it out of her pocket and waved it around. “And whatever my friends took.” She rolled her eyes.

“And before you give me the whole talk, we went to self check out, so no, the cashier doesn’t have to pay for what we stole, and no, I know damn well it won’t go of the workers pay check so don’t try to gaslight me into thinking that, and before you come up with a lie, I know Harleys policy because I worked there for a while so you also don’t have to give me the talk about not knowing how it feels.” She pointed out and he gave her an amused look.

“You’ve been caught multiple times, haven’t you?” He asked and she grinned. “A few, we mostly get away with it easily, the alarm doesn’t even always go off.” She explained.

Her phone started ringing and she got it out of her back pocket.

Incoming call from flowers😍…

“Can I take this?” She asked and the green ninja sighed and nodded. “Hey, babes,” she answered the phone making the person on the other end chuckle.

“Hey, n/n, we lost them,” Flora said. “We’ve re-grouped, where are you guys?” She asked and Y/n looked over at the ninja in front of her.

“No idea where Charlie and Lu are, but I’m having a nice conversation with the green ninja here.” She said, winning at him making him shake his head.

“Seriously? You got caught?” Flora laughed and Y/n could hear her other friends laugh aswel. “Yeah, haha, how funny, I suppose I see you at Jamie’s?” She questioned.

“You got it!” Flora said. “Right, see you in ten then.” Y/n said before hanging up.

“So, can I go?” She looked at the green ninja and he gave her a look. “You think that after shoplifting and then proceeding to let us chase you trough the city, I’m just going to let you go like that?” He gave her a sceptical look.

“Well, yeah, what, your going to take me back to Harvey’s and make me give back that bag of skittles?” She cocked an eyebrow and he was silent for a moment.

“Here, for your troubles.” She tossed him the bag of skittles which he caught. She walked past him and out of the alley.

“Hey,” he snapped out of his trans and looked at Nya who had appeared next to him. “I lost them.” She admitted.

“I caught Y/n, but she just gave me the skittles and walked off again.” He admitted. The others then found them, landing next to them.

“We literally just got beat by a group of teens.” Kai said annoyed. “Seems like Lloyd got himself a stealing girlfriend.” Nya laughed.

“Wait, was that the group from the park?” Jay asked and then everyone realised that they had just chased the girl that had given aloud her number.

Once again, Lloyd knew he was in for a day of teasing.

Her friends cheered when they noticed Y/n coming their way.

“How’d you escape the green ninja?” Amelia joked. “I just gave him the skittles I stole and walked off, didn’t even stop me.” She grinned.

Everyone laughed and headed inside James house.

“So, what’ve we got?” Arthur asked. “Well, we don’t have skittles, that’s for sure.” Luna said as she laid three cans of energy drink on the table.

“Not like we’re gonna need those that much anyway.” Anthony said, putting two chocolate bars, two cans of soda and a small bag of candy down.

“Jeez, Andy, how many pockets have you got?” James joked as he threw just two snickers onto the table.

The only one who had nothing was Flora. She had just joined a year ago after she began dating Charles and the idea of stealing was always a bit hard for her.

#ninjago x oc #ninjago x reader #ninjago city #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #ninjago cole x reader #cole brookstone x reader #cole brookstone

[womenofarcane]

greened out

pairing: ellie williams x reader warnings: mentions of cannabis word count: 0.6k

Staring at the red numbers on the dashboard was occupying your every thought. Why is time going so slow? It feels like an hour has passed for every minute the clock changes.

“Hey baby.” was all you could hear while zoning out. It sounded like a distant ellie. Oh that’s right you’re with ellie in her car at the river.

Turning towards her with a grin. “Yes?” you slur out barely intelligible. Words were hard right now.

“You feeling alright?” she softly asked while holding your hand. You could see the worry on her face.

“Mmhm.” was all you could muster before looking out the window.

Ellie took your hands in hers before making you face her. She looked at you so lovingly. Like you’d break if she said the wrong thing.

“You’re safe baby, im right here.” she reassured you.

Staring into her eyes you felt like you were swaying along with the music. This feeling was calming but so so terrifying. You’ve never felt this before. All you remember is lighting a second blunt. Taking two hits before becoming fuzzy.

“Els I’m scared.” you mumbled to her. You felt so stupid for not pacing yourself. You were ruining her night.

“Oh honey, it’s all going to be okay.” she gave your hands a squeeze of reassurance. Deep down Ellie was worried but she knew you would be okay.

“I’m gonna drive to the gas station, okay? We can get you some snacks and water. Does that sound good baby?” she asked while turning the heater on. Your legs were shaking but you didn’t notice. Ellie did though.

“Mmm sounds good.” you answered while laying your head on the window.

Your eyes were closed the entire trip to the gas station. It was a very short trip but it felt like hours for you. You jolted up once the car came to a stop

“Baby can you look at me?” Ellie asked beside you.

You slowly turned towards her voice. Her eyes looked so pretty under the lights. You couldn’t stop staring.

“I’m gonna get us some stuff. Like we talked about okay? And I want my baby to stay in the car.” Ellie nodded at you to get her point across.

“I can do that els.” you said with confidence while sitting up straight. Ellie’s giggle cut through the silence of the car.

“Hey! It’s not funny.” you scolded her as always. She would always tease you even in the worst times.

“Okay i’m sorry baby.” she said while looking around her car. You watched as she reached for the fake rose that she kept. It was a gift from you when you first started dating. It’s been stuck in her sun visor ever since.

“I need you to focus on this rose while i’m gone. Can ya do that for me?” she said while handing the fake rose to you.

“I can do it.” was all you said before she stepped out of the car. She blew you a kiss before walking towards the doors of the gas station. Even in this state you still felt your love for Ellie.

You stared at the fake rose the entire time Ellie was in the gas station. Humming along to the radio while counting each petal. Suddenly the door opened, snapping you out of your petal counting.

“Hi baby, I’m back.” was all you heard while Ellie got in the car. She looked so pretty. Her flannel made her all cozy.

“Missed you so much Ellie.” you replied while staring lovingly at her face. How was she so pretty. Thoughts of how you’re so lucky to have this woman in your life filled your head.

“I missed you too baby.” Ellie replied before starting the journey home. She couldn’t wait to get you snuggled in bed. Oh how she loves her little greened out baby.

#ivy writes! #ellie the last of us #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x you #the last of us

[tachimichishrine]

I swear no one does Higuchi justice like c’mon I’m BEGGING to be her cute wife that cooks for her whenever she comes from the Mafia. The chokehold she has on me is just *mwah* she’d be so sweet

also love your tachihara fanfiction it’s my dinner everyday <3

<never been crazy abt higuchi but writing for her just,,, it did smth ok- GAH HOW IS THERE NOT A SINGLE FIC OUT THERE FOR HER?? also you're so sweet ill be sure to feed u properly huheeheheh... thank you for your service to the tachi community btw, all the best w your writing n future fics ^w^ >

"housewife"

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higuchi ichiyo x wife! reader

warnings: i attempt fluff again ; this is so short idk why, apologies my liege ; this is fiction bc there's no way i could cook smth and not poison my wife/ burn the house down in the process ,,, ; tw bath!! (/j it's all just fluff) ; l e s b i a n s ; love language is phys touch deal with it ; itty bitty cursing ; lowercase intended ; NOT proofread

you knew not to panic in such situations. waking up to disheveled sheets that had turned frigid, indicating that ichiyo had been gone too long. you allowed yourself to sleep in, given that you had the day off and decided you'd just lounge around, take a break and plan something nice for your lover in the meantime.

a stress-free period, but all you felt was anxiety when you dialed her number and got sent straight to voicemail repeatedly. this time, you decided you might as well actually leave a message when the line rang for too long.

"'chiyo, honey, call me back when you get this. just wanna make sure everything's okay, alright? I miss you already, love y-"

"who the hell is this?"

you'd been anticipating the automated voice so much that it barely registered that you didn't actually hear it this time, and a quick glance at the screen confirmed that you really were on call with someone on the other end of the line. the voice was raspy, definitely not hers, so you echoed back the question.

"um, who are you?" you challenged with a hand on your hip that they couldn't see.

except, instead of a response, you heard some distant voices on the other line, one rather hyper as it babbled something you interpreted as 'akutagawa-senpai!'. a few noises ensued along a brief chaos you couldn't see, and suddenly the phone was put back to someone's ear as they panted. you could recognize that heavy breathing anywhere.

"hey, hey, 'chiyo, what's going on?" you spoke softly, hoping she was alright and not trying to scare her.

she stuttered nervously. "sorry, I'm so sorry, I must've dropped my phone somewhere and akutagawa-senpai picked it up and-"

"woah, was that the akutagawa you're always talking about?" you couldn't believe it; after being with her for so long, you'd only ever heard stories about the people with whom she worked. you agreed that the kind of place where she operated was dangerous and it was better not to get yourself involved, so she kept you separated from everything she did. you appreciated the thought, but sometimes you felt a little frustrated that you couldn't meet the people in her life— you didn't even think they were aware ichiyo was married.

a tired sigh confirmed your theory. "look, [_____], I'll call you back when-"

"higuchi, who is that?"

akutagawa seemed to be speaking again, and quite frankly you didn't like his tone. if you were on speaker, you'd set him straight but for now you just listened to ichiyo ramble a response while not actually answering the question. he sounded tired of the bullshit and eventually the line was cut off harshly. something told you that you won't be able to call this number anymore.

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music played on the speaker as you hummed, tray of baked goods getting pulled out of the oven by your gloved mitten. the smell filled out the rather small place you shared with both your wife and sister-in-law, but the latter was out for the week on some kind of trip and left you all alone. you'd gotten used to ichiyo's erratic lifestyle, sometimes disappearing during the day and barely making it home at night. she sounded exhausted when she did arrive, so you didn't mind taking care of the little things.

proud of yourself, you put the assorted goods in various plates and left them on the table, waiting for her to come home. you couldn't call her, obviously, since it appears her boss had pulverized the device out of rage. you'd be worried if not for the fact that, based on her stories, it seemed this was a regular occurrence and she didn't mind it. you'd feel jealous of the man if it weren't for the fact that she fawned over you much harder in all the days you'd known her. she knows what she wants and does everything to get it, you'll give her that. by nature, ichiyo was incredibly caring and it was difficult to hold that against her

something was in your hands as you lounged on the couch, passing the time: a book, your phone, anything to keep your mind occupied. the sun had set and you were getting impatient, as nighttime meant she was going to be out until the early hours and might even come home with a particular scent on her clothing that resembled blood and death. how a person so sweet, so feeling could get into this kind of business was beyond you, much less how she could last thing long. she once told you that the only reason she could keep her mind this long was coming home to your soft kisses and pampering.

a clicking of the front lock and the creaking that ensued signaled that you were about to do that once more, and you strolled over to the entrance with an excited smile.

"welcome home, 'chiyo, how wa-" you caught yourself off when you saw a splatter of crimson along her cheek. your lips tugged downwards into a frown as a reflex, and you sighed gently once you saw her expression. she seemed so conflicted, not about whatever crime she'd done but about making you worry so quickly. "hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere."

with that, you pulled her into your embrace and set a kiss on her hair. it still smelled like that shampoo you'd bought her, a subtle vanilla and chamomile that reminded you of her. her entire body slumped into your strong arms, and she let you drag her across the house, shedding her shoes, meticulously pulling the elastic out of her hair to let her messy bun fall into a bob, then helping her out of her unbuttoned jacket. you pulled her body into yours as you laid down on the couch again, but this time with her head shoved into your chest, which was one of her favourite things to do.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, dumbly, one of your regular antics. of course she wanted to talk about it; she did an awful job keeping things to herself anyways.

so, you listened carefully while she recounted stories with fake names to keep you protected and vague details in certain places, specific in others. she didn't seem hungry, so you just skipped the food for now and dragged her to your bedroom. you were about to throw her pajamas and get her to change so you could just lay down in bed for the evening, but the burgundy was darkening on patches on her arm and you couldn't help but stare at it.

"—so akutawaga-senpai showed up and I felt a little stupid but he-" you interrupted her by grabbing her shoulders and giving her a little shake.

"honey, can we clean off... that..." you danced around the topic, but she knew exactly what you meant when your eyes kept darting to certain areas of her skin. she nodded and you gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll run the bath and we can scrub it off. keep going, I'm listening."

she continued speaking as you did exactly that and eventually both of you were stripped and laying down in the tub. she was sitting in between your legs, with her back resting on your chest and head leaning back to rest on your shoulder. you traced her body, rubbing into certain patches until her skin was back to its beautiful glow. the warmth of both her and the water was too comforting, and you stayed longer than needed, your fingertips turning raisin-like in protest. despite this, you leaned down to kiss her up and down her neck while you gently massaged her flesh from her thighs to her hips, her stomach to her breasts. if she wasn't so tired that she eventually ran out of steam and stopped talking just to revel in your embrace, you might've handled her a little differently. yet, at this moment the only desire you had was to pamper her.

"ichiyo..." you breathed out slowly, lips grazing her ear while you kissed her again and spread out your fingers over her stomach. "mmmmn... 'missed you... i love you s'much..."

god, you would break her if you kept this up. so long together that you finally managed to put a ring on it yet she still fangirled over you like you were her high school crush. even as you pulled yourselves out of the sanctuary of steam and warmth in order to actually eat, she blushed every time you left a quick peck on her cheek or rubbed noses while chuckling softly.

she fell asleep in your arms, with her leg on top of you pulling you close like her very own plushie. it was hard not to smile at her once she began snoring and murmuring something about akutagawa during her slumber.

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hand in hand, you snuggled up in big jackets in the middle of the night to fend off the frigid breeze. holding onto your fingers wasn't enough, and ichiyo was fully clinging onto your bicep as you walked with her in the empty streets of yokohoma.

"this s-sounded so m-much more fun when w-we were inside... warm... by the f-fireplace.." her teeth chattered and she pulled herself closer into you.

"you were the one who suggested getting something from the café," you retorted with a chuckle, opposite hand brought up to tuck her hair behind her ear that was starting to turn pink from the cold. you rubbed your thumb along her cheek which was going through something similar, then sighed with a cloud of hot breath. "alright, honey we'll head in. i think there's another one on this street, we can just stay there and warm up before we go back, mkay?"

she would feel a bit ashamed about being so demanding if you hadn't pulled her in tighter and looked at her so lovingly. she had such an impossible time never believing she was capable enough at the mafia, and that discomfort disappeared as soon as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear and made her feel like everything was alright.

you turned your bodies together, door jingling as you stepped inside and the air blowing down from the heater hitting you. you realized that she was right, it was too damn cold outside, as soon as you felt the contrast of the inside. you turned towards your lover with a quick look to see if her body was as relieved as yours, but she was staring at something intensely on the horizon, like she'd seen a ghost.

you followed her gaze, and it fell on a man with tuffs of white in his hair standing next to a woman, slightly shorter but with noticeably long stands of black veiling the sides of her face.

"do you know them?" you whispered, and she jumped a little. part of her wanted to drag you outside, but she couldn't lie to you or keep things no matter how much her common sense told her to.

"that's... they're..." she was struggling to say something, anything, but you noticed she was letting herself get flustered. in these kinds of situations, you liked to interrupt her with a kiss to bring her back to earth from her constantly overreacting mind.

she pulled away before your lips could touch.

she'd never done that before.

you knew better, that this was probably a question of her not wanting the pda right now or maybe it had something to do with the duo standing over there waiting for their drinks, but it hurt nonetheless when you saw her squint her eyes shut and shake her head.

"that's akutagawa," she whispered as an explanation, and you felt simultaneously irritated and relieved, the former due to the fact that it confirmed that she hadn't told her boss that she was in a relationship, much less married. you understood why but it didn't sting any less.

"who's the girl?" you followed up, trying not to think about it too deeply. "is that.. uh... gin?"

she nodded meekly, and it was impossible to stay mad for long when she was so cute. you slid your hand around her waist, turning her around so that her back was to the pair and they wouldn't recognize her while she spoke to you. your voice dropped so low she could barely hear it. "should we get out of here so they don't see us? I'm not that cold, I can wait outside if it makes you more comfortable, honey."

how could she ask you to do something like that when your words were so caring, so honest? she took a deep breath and shook her head once more. in one impossibly fast motion you found yourself on the other end of the shop, standing in front of the man.

"akutagawa-senpai!" ichiyo exclaimed just a bit too loudly for this time of the day and the serenity of the empty café. she bowed her head down, speaking incredibly quickly. "I don't mean to interrupt your evening but it's come to my attention that you don't know that I'm married and this is my wife her name is [_____] and she's wonderful and-"

"'chiyo, he won't be able to understand what you're saying," you laughed softly, cutting her off as you placed your hand on her back reassuringly before addressing her boss with a respectful nod. "it's nice to finally meet you, akutagawa-san. I've heard a lot about you."

he barely bothered to acknowledge you, but the slight twitch in the spot that should've housed his eyebrows signaled that he was shocked. your smile grew wider when you looked to his sister who was sporting the same look. you pulled ichiyo against you from her hip as if to prove that she was indeed yours, and spoke slowly to explain snippets of the current situation. gin listened carefully without a word while the man tried his very best to seem completely uninterested.

as much as you wanted to learn everything there was to know about ichiyo's other side, eventually his drink was ready and he barely excused himself as he walked out. you watched him do so, and gin nodded to you and said something about how nice it was to make your acquaintance in a meek voice before quickly following him out. you waved, and noticed akutagawa watching you do so warmly before burying his face in his coat and scampering off.

"well," you giggled, turning back towards ichiyo, "that wasn't so bad. she's cute and he's an ass, but I trust your judgement in people."

you could practically see stars in her eyes; she rambled to you the entire walk home - during which she didn't complain about the cold a single time and was nearly bouncing off the sidewalk - about how much he clearly loved you based on his expression (apparently the fact that he didn't try to kill you on the spot was a sure sign of his support). she was so excited she even suggested bringing you with her to the port mafia tomorrow, but you stopped her and told her to slow down for just one second. you loved that she was so passionate about her emotions, but you wanted to talk and think this through before you did anything.

for tonight, though, you let her radiate with happiness as she jumped on top of you, making the mattress creak while she climbed up to sit on your lap and curl her fingers around the fabric of your shirt. your hands on her hips, she sat down with her knees bent on either side of you like a frog and leaned so you were chest-to-chest. she tickled your skin to draw out soft giggles while she peppered you with kisses, littering you with her best efforts to repay just a fraction of what you did for her. you rubbed her thighs in long, loving motions and brought her up so she was sitting on your hips instead. you wanted her closer, and she was happy to oblige as she kissed your lips.

"[_____]," she said, smiling into you, "I'm so lucky..."

you cut her off with a press upwards and a firm grip. "shhh, don't say anything. I love you, you love me and that's all we need."

she murmured your name that night in her sleep instead of akutagawa's.

#so funny writing this after prev ask but wtv i can let myself be domesticated for her #higuchi bsd #higuchi ichiyo #bsd higuchi #bsd x reader #bsd x reader fluff #higuchi x reader #higuchi ichiyo x reader #ichiyo higuchi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #im unwell for them

[wifeofnozelsilva]

I'm request (y/n) divorced William after the Elf collapse because she was severely injured in that incident. Five years later, he sees her again at the star festival with a twin boy he's never seen before. (Actually, the two children are his children, but they misunderstand that they are the children of the new husband) haha ​​and finally, don't forget to take care of your health ☺️

Hi @nongphuth! Thank you for sending a request! And also, thank you for your concern, sweetheart!♡

This idea of yours, I absolute love it! Though the thought of William being heartbroken does hurt me (╥ω╥`) He just deserve so much love! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

And my apologies for doing this request very late, due to a lot of school works I had to do for the past months, truly sorry about it. For now, this will be part 1 of your request.

I hope you'll love this sweetie! Have a lovely day!♡♡

Part 1: One Last Chance

Pairings: William Vangeance × F!Reader

Warning: Angst to Fluff,

Eye Color — E/C

First born name — FB/N

Second born name — SB/N

"I want a divorce"

4 words. That's all it takes for William's heart to shatter into pieces. Those heartbreaking words that he has been wishing to never hear from you ever since you both got married 3 years ago.

William stared at you, eyes full of shock, mouth agape. He was about to speak when you beat him to it, "I– I'm sorry, Will... I just can't do this anymore. You've been so distant to me for months now, you've been pushing me away, stopped having breakfast, lunch, and dinner with me, you'd turn down any of my offers so coldly; and then you lied to me and hurted me, both physically and mentally... I just can't do it anymore, William."

Suddenly, William started to remember how he has been treating you for the past few months. He didn't mean it, truly. He was just so focused on helping his friend, he didn't mean to hurt you, mostly you, the person who he vowed to never hurt until death do they part.

Tears were now pouring out of your eyes, you don't know what to do, this isn't what you expected to happen in your marriage... "William. I love you, I do, but I can't take it anymore."

The room went silent, the only noise that can be heard was your sods. William didn't know what to say or do, he was going to lose you, the only person who loved him.

"I– I understand.."

That was all he could say before standing up and leaving your hospital room. 2 words. That was all it takes for your marriage to finally shatter apart.

5 years later...

The Star Awards Festival is an annual festival that celebrates the Magic Knights' achievements and reveals the squads' rankings, based on the number of stars obtained during the year.

William Vangeance, who's still the captain of the Golden Dawn, was walking around the capital in disguise before the ceremony starts. He was now in his early 30's, though even if 5 years has passed, William still looked young for his age.

The sound of people and music filled his ears as he walks around on his own. He wanted to look around the festival and to have some time alone since work has been more stressful for the past few weeks for him. A small smile was plastered on his lips as he sees children running around playing together.

The mere thought of children made William happy, children are one of the most precious living beings on earth. They're cute, adorable, lovable, small human beings. William's smile grew wider when he thought of having a family with a sudden person in his mind, you.

But suddenly, his smile disappeared. You're not his anymore. You weren't his anymore for 5 years now. He felt his heart ache, the mere thought of you being in the arms of another man made William broken. He still loves you up to this day.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly felt someone bump into him. "AH!" The small figure that dumped into him yelped. "I-i'm so sorry, Mister! I didn't mean to dump into you!" The young boy apologized, slightly bowing to William.

"It's alright, little boy. Where is your-", William stopped halfway through his sentence when he felt the little kid's mana, strange... his mana felt familiar. But this is their first encounter, so how is it familiar to him?

"Mister?–"

"SB/N!"

Their attention shifted to another child that looks exactly like the child in front of William, "Mom has been looking for you! Where have you been?!" The newcomer questioned the other, a cute angry, yet slightly worried look on his face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to run off! I just saw something that caught my interest!"

"Well don't do that again! Mom has been worried sick! Come on!" The other said, his hand reaching out for his brother's hand, "I-i'm sorry again, Mister!" The first one slightly bowed once again to William.

"It's alright. Let me help you two be taken to your mother, I'm sure she'll be relieved that the both of you aren't hurt." William offered, a kind smile on his lips.

"But–"

"Don't worry, I'm a magic knight," he slightly revealed the Golden Dawn symbol to the two boys, two pairs of purple eyes shined bright at the sight of the symbol, "You two are safe with me."

Few minutes later...

"What are your names, boys?"

"I'm FB/N! I'm the oldest, and this is SB/N, he's the youngest! He's the one who dumped into you earlier, Mister." FB/N said he was the one leading the way while his brother and William were behind him following.

"What about you, Mister? What's your name?" SB/N asked, looking up at William while walking beside him.

"My name is William, and I'm the captain of the Golden Dawn." "EH?!–" William pressed his index finger on his lips, signaling to be quiet not wanting to gain any attention, the two boys immediately nodded their heads and continued walking.

While walking, the three made small chit-chat here and there as they were near their destination. "Are you married, Mister?" FB/N asked curiously, still walking ahead.

The question slightly caught William off guard, "Before, Yes. Now, no.." "Why? What happened, Mister?"

He went silent. Should he be telling this to children? Though, something about these two children is making him want to tell them why. But why? He barely even knows them. But something inside of him is telling him that he and the children have some kind of special bond together...

"BOYS!"

That voice..

"Mom!" The identical twins immediately ran in the direction of their mother. He didn't want to look. He knows who that voice belongs to. That oh-so-familiar voice that he misses so much after 5 years...

Yet still, he turned to look.

There you are, on your knees checking the two boys standing in front of you, a worried look on your face. 'You still look so beautiful...' William compliments in his thoughts, alonging look in his eyes.

Sighing to yourself, about to say thank you to the person who said by your children who have helped them, but immediately stopped midway when you saw who the person was...

Part 2 is yet to be made...

#william vangeance #black clover william vangeance #william vangeance x reader #william vangeance x f!reader #black clover william #black clover x reader #black clover #golden dawn #william vangeance imagines #black clover slight angst to fluff #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover fic

[married-to-google-translater]

Douma, Muzan, and maybe Akaza if you feel up to it dealing with a fem reader who is basically a Disney princess in the fact she attracts all manner of non human things to just bask in her presence? Thank you

Kokushibo and KAigaku are here

Akaza

Yep.

It’s time to take a daily dose of “I respect women” juice.

Akaza is really addicted to this juice.

he wouldn’t want to say you’re weak because you’re a woman.

Because you are not.

Your surprising strength got Akaza's attention.

You can like pink and glitter but you can still kick the asses of several people.

It’s even more painful for them because you have high heels.

Also, the fact that other demons find you attractive is a big plus.

Now Akaza gets a lot of "training buddies".

However, training is just nice for him.

I wonder why?

( sarcasm. )

However, your sudden musical numbers are scary in his opinion.

Akaza does not realize what is causing it.

Or where the music comes from.

He finds it embarrassing.

Although Akaza admits that you sing well.

Douma

Oh you are so sweet and lovely.

Douma really could eat you.

(You’re too innocent to realize this isn’t just a weird joke.)

Instead, however, he decides to keep you with him.

Douma loves how sweet and innocent you are.

Of course, this also raises a crowd of other people.

Douma doesn't want to share you.

He eliminates all competitors in a not-so-nice way.

Douma is 100% sure to sing along when you suddenly start singing about one of your dreams.

That would be really fun, he thinks.

Especially if it comes unexpectedly.

A little excitement in life.

Douma wouldn’t be so interested in your former life.

You're here with him now so isn't that enough?

Really he's scared.

Thanks to you, he got to experience how the feelings felt.

.Douma doesn't want to lose it.

Muzan

Muzan keeps others not people away.

You are his strange human.

He doesn't know why but you really fascinate him.

Although sometimes you drive him crazy.

No Muzan doesn’t want to present a music number about his bad plan.

He has already refused 51 times.

It’s already enough that you start singing occasionally about something.

He still doesn’t understand where the music comes from.

Or where those animals come to you when you start singing.

Usually the animals disappear quickly.

Muzan can be scary.

He is interested in your world and its ruler.

(Mickey Mouse should be careful.)

He doesn't want you to go back to your own world.

You are safe with him so you stay here.

Objections will not be accepted.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader #douma x reader #douma #doma x reader #doma #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan kibutsuji #muzan #muzan x reader #Akaza x reader #kny akaza #Akaza #akaza imagines #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer imagines

[mrs-dr-reid]

Sparkling Diamond

Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Broadway!Reader

Summary: Jason goes to see "Moulin Rouge! The Musical", and Y/N just so happens to be going on as Satine when Karen Olivo suddenly calls in sick

Genre: Soooooooo fluffy

Warnings: Swear words, age gap (Jason is 43ish, Reader is early to mid 30s), slight jealousy, mentions of in-show death, spoilers for Moulin Rouge probably, potentially very incorrect descriptions about how celebrities going to see shows on Broadway works, Aaron Tveit, Karen Olivo, and Amber Ardolino being conspiratory little shits

A/N: This sucker came to me in a dream because I am VERY into Moulin Rouge and Jason Sudeikis right now, so enjoy my brain vomit that I did way too much research for. GIF isn’t mine, I got it off a gif keyboard

Word Count: 3509

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When Y/N got the call that Karen Olivo was out sick and that she’d be going on for her, she certainly wasn’t expecting to meet her celebrity crush, nor was she planning on giving him her phone number, but crazier things had happened. Y/N arrived at the theater way before anybody else, mostly due to her nerves because it was only her second time going on as Satine instead of her usual role as one of the can-can girls, and she ensured she was completely warmed up before even thinking about doing anything else (she refused to get into costume until the actual call time so she wouldn’t completely sweat through it before the show even started). Since she was the only cast member there, she ran through her songs and choreography while waiting for everybody else to show up.

The first person to arrive was her fellow swing (and other Satine understudy), Amber Ardolino. She said, “Excited for your big night?”, as she put her bag down in their shared dressing room, so Y/N laughed nervously and said, “Yeah. But also scared shitless. It’s supposed to be a packed house tonight, and everybody’s gonna be expecting Karen. I don’t wanna let anybody down,” so Amber smiled and said, “You killed it last time, tonight won’t be any different. Plus, you’re getting paid to be serenaded by and make out with Aaron Tveit,” before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, which made Y/N burst out laughing before she replied, “He does have a voice like liquid gold, but you and I both know he’s not my type,” and started getting into costume.

Amber started doing her makeup, and as the hair stylist Caitlin came in to help Y/N into her wig and mic, she said, “Hey, did you hear that a celebrity’s coming to the show tonight?”, which made Y/N raise a questioning eyebrow before saying, “I did not. Any idea who it is?”, so Amber replied, “Only that it’s a man, which does jack shit to narrow it down,” as she curled her eyelashes. Y/N nodded thoughtfully, then said, “What if it’s Ewan McGregor?”, which sparked a whole debate over which male celebrities could potentially be in the audience that night.

Jason was excited, to say the least. The second he heard Moulin Rouge was coming to Broadway, he got a ticket for the first show he could, which was about two weeks after it opened. He made it to the theater, and despite his best efforts, he stirred up a little bit of a ruckus with his presence. He found his seat with the least amount of disruption he could manage, and then opened his playbill to see a slip of paper that read “The role of Satine will be played by Y/N L/N”, which made him raise an eyebrow at the fact that an understudy was going on for the leading lady so early in the show’s run, but he shrugged it off since it wasn’t his place to judge someone’s misbehaving immune system or potential family emergency.

He flipped through the program until he found her headshot, and he let out a low whistle because she was beautiful, but he instantly felt guilty about it because she looked a lot younger than him. The lights started going down, so he closed his program and settled in for the show. Based on his precursory glance at the musical numbers, he knew Satine didn’t show up until “The Sparkling Diamond”, so he sat tight and waited.

He boogied in his seat slightly during the opening number and "Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love", then “The Sparkling Diamond” started, and Jason was practically on the edge of his seat with anticipation. As Y/N was lowered onto the stage on a trapeze in her glittery costume, Jason’s breath was taken away by how much more gorgeous she was in person. She began to sing, and Jason thought the world had stopped spinning, because not only was she beautiful, her voice was too.

He couldn’t help but feel a (frankly unwarranted) spike of jealousy every time Aaron put his hands on Y/N, whenever she clung to him, and whenever they kissed, which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know this woman and he was feeling so many emotions due to her frankly phenomenal acting. When intermission arrived, Jason was thankful for the little bit of respite it gave him, even though his mind raced with plans to somehow get the chance to meet his sparkling diamond as he took pictures and made small talk with some of the people around him.

Backstage, Aaron and Y/N were getting a drink of water and chatting when Amber came speeding around the corner and exclaimed, “GIRL! You are going to DIE when I tell you who came to see the show tonight!”, so Y/N put down her water and said, “Okay, now I’m curious. Who?”, which made an almost manic grin spread across Amber’s face (and a barely imperceptible smirk flash across Aaron’s) before she grabbed Y/N’s shoulders and said, “Jason. Friggin. Sudeikis.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she said, “No. You’re shitting me!”, so Amber said, “I am 100% not shitting you! Davin saw him taking selfies with people near the back of the house,” which only sent a spike of anxiety through her body. She said, “And I’m only being told about this now?!?!”, so Aaron piped up, “Well, you’re basically in love with the guy. If you knew before the show, you’d have gotten all in your head, and maybe even have refused to step foot on stage,” but he instantly regretted saying anything because Y/N turned her scorching gaze on him and said, “YOU KNEW MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WAS GONNA BE IN THE AUDIENCE, AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!?!”, actually starting to panic now.

Amber quickly stepped in and said, “Hey, hey, hey, you’re spiraling. You kicked ass out there, and after intermission is over, you’re gonna kick even more ass,” Aaron adding, “Exactly. I’m honored to have a love interest as talented as you,” in an attempt to suck up to her so she wouldn’t hurt him. Y/N glared at both of them for ten seconds, then she let out a groan and said, “Okay, fine. Let’s go kick some ass. But don’t think I won’t get you for this later, Pretty Boy,” before hitching up her skirt and storming back to the stage to get ready for Act II. Amber said, “I’ll say some nice words at your funeral,” then scurried off to take her place, making Aaron let out a groan before following behind her.

Jason watched with rapt attention as the show reached its climax, and he actually shed a tear when Y/N pretended to die in Aaron’s arms. He was the first person on his feet for the standing ovation, and he’s sure he cheered the loudest when Y/N took her bow. After the encore, everybody started filtering out, so Jason went to follow them when a young woman wearing all black and a headset came over to him and said, “Hi, Mr. Sudeikis. I’m with the production team, and a couple of our cast members wanted to invite you backstage as a surprise for our Satine, Y/N. She’s a big fan of yours. Totally up to you, of course,” which made his eyebrows fly up to his hairline before he said, “Yeah, absolutely!”, and allowed her to lead him backstage.

Meanwhile, Y/N was in her dressing room having a mini-celebration with Amber because she somehow managed to not fall flat on her face for the remainder of the show despite knowing her celebrity crush was watching her every move. Aaron knocked on the door and said, “Oh, Ladies!”, in a sing-song voice, so Y/N said, “Yeah, Aaron?”, but all he did was grin mischievously before the stage manager Davin appeared in the doorway and said, “Oh, good, I found you. Aaron, Y/N, Jason Sudeikis is coming backstage to meet you guys,” which made Amber squeal in delight while Y/N just froze in place.

Y/N said, “He is?”, trying and failing to conceal her nerves, so Davin said, “Yeah, a couple of the cast members invited him back. Let’s go,” before bustling off again. Y/N shot dirty looks at Amber and Aaron, then said, “If I survive this, I’m gonna murder you both,” before stalking out of the dressing room to catch up with Davin, choosing to ignore the high-five her co-stars exchanged behind her.

She turned the corner and almost stopped breathing because Davin was making small talk with THE Jason Sudeikis. Davin saw her standing there gawking, then said, “Ah, there they are. Mr. Sudeikis, allow me to introduce our Christian and Satine, Aaron Tveit and Y/N L/N,” which made Y/N jump slightly when Aaron materialized next to her and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” while going over to shake Jason’s hand.

Jason took it and said, “Yeah, great to meet you too. You did a heck of a job out there. Best show I’ve seen in a while,” which made Aaron bow his head appreciatively before he looked over his shoulder and said, “Sparkles, get over here,” so Jason followed his gaze to where Y/N was standing with a nervous look on her face. He smiled reassuringly at her, so she steeled herself and said, “Hi. Big fan. I loved you in Tumbledown. And 30 Rock,” while walking over to shake his hand. He chuckled and said, “Now those are ones I don’t hear very often,” so Y/N smiled shyly and said, “What can I say, I like the deep cuts,” while playing with the skirt of her costume.

Aaron said, “You should have seen her when she found out you came to see the show. I thought she was gonna explode, she was so excited,” which made Y/N elbow him in the ribs and turn redder than the velvet dress she wore earlier in the show. Jason smiled and said, “Well, I’m flattered. And might I say you give Nicole Kidman a run for her money, Miss L/N. I could listen to you sing all night long,” before shooting a wink at her, which made her eyes widen before she giggled nervously and said, “Oh, I don’t know about that,” which made Aaron scoff and say, “Sparkles, come on, we’ve been over this. You’re crazy talented! Own that shit!”, while wrapping an arm around her shoulder and jiggling her playfully.

Jason felt the spike of jealousy surge through him again, but Y/N just shot Aaron an exasperated look and said, “I’m not above kicking your ass, Pretty Boy,” which made Jason chuckle slightly and Aaron raise his hands in mock surrender. Jason said, “Alrighty, well, it was great to meet you both. Before I get out of your hair, would you mind signing my playbill?”, and pulled a pen out of his pocket, so Aaron said, “Absolutely! But you have to sign the stair wall before you go. Theatre tradition,” before accepting the pen and playbill from Jason and using the nearby wall as a makeshift clipboard.

He passed them to Y/N once he was done, and she had no idea what possessed her to do this, but after she’d signed her name, she wrote her phone number underneath it and drew a heart next to it for good measure (she refused to acknowledge Aaron’s suggestive eyebrow wiggles). She handed the pen and the playbill back to Jason, said, “Thank you again for coming to see the show. I gotta get out of this getup, so bye!”, then waved quickly and scampered back to her dressing room. Aaron shook his head affectionately, then turned to Jason and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but you’re her celebrity crush, and we couldn’t let you leave without giving her a chance to meet you. Thanks for making her day, man,” before playfully saluting with a wink and walking back to his dressing room.

Jason was speechless, but he still accepted the Sharpie Davin handed to him and signed the wall with the date. He exited the theater after thanking the production crew for the chance to meet Aaron and Y/N, and as he walked down the block, he opened his playbill to where their autographs were and stopped dead in his tracks, because while Aaron had simply signed his name, Y/N had written a series of numbers that could only have been her phone number beneath hers with a heart drawn beside them. He physically turned to look back at the theater, and he said under his breath, “That was bold. I like it,” before resuming his walk.

Meanwhile, Y/N was removing her makeup while Amber basically interrogated her about her interaction with Jason. Amber said, “Was he nice? Did he like the show? What did he think of you?”, so Y/N said, “Amber, for the love of god, breathe. Yes, he was very nice. He said it was the best show he’s seen in a while, so I think he liked it. And he said I give Nicole Kidman a run for her money,” which made Amber let out a crow before she said, “Oh my god, he was flirting with you!”, making Y/N’s cheeks flush bright red again.

She exclaimed, “He was just being nice!”, then Aaron’s voice said, “No, he was definitely flirting with you, Sparkles,” which made both women turn to see him leaning against the doorway of the dressing room in his street clothes. Y/N scoffed and said, “And what makes you say that?”, so he raised his eyebrows incredulously before saying, “For one, he complimented your voice and compared you to Nicole Goddamn Kidman when all he told me was that I did a heck of a job. For two, he winked at you like three times and only looked at me when I talked directly to him. And for three, he went stiffer than a board when I put my arm around your shoulders then instantly relaxed when you told me to shove it. He was super into you,” which made Y/N have to pause and think about it.

Aaron made a “you see what I mean?”-type face, then tapped the doorframe two times and turned to leave, but not before he said, “And in case you forgot, you’re the one who gave him your number without being asked,” which made Y/N shoot a death glare at his back and Amber let out a squeal before she exclaimed, “WHEN DID YOU GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?!?!”, with an incredulous grin on her face. Y/N said, “He asked us to sign his playbill, and when I was signing my name my pen slipped and I wrote my number underneath it,” making Amber let out a shocked laugh, then Aaron called from the hall, “And she drew a heart!”, which made Amber let out an even louder shocked laugh before Y/N yelled, “SHUT IT, TVEIT!”, and went redder than a tomato.

Her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number, and she opened it to see the words, “Do you give all of the celebrity audience members your number?”, which made her eyes practically bug out of her head as she let out a tiny, “Holy shit,” before wordlessly holding her phone out to Amber so she could see the message. Her jaw dropped, and she whisper-yelled, “Is that him?!”, so Y/N whisper-yelled back, “Who else would it be, Michelangelo?!”, before she texted back, “Only the ridiculously good-looking ones,” and chucked her phone into her bag before she could regret it.

Amber said, “You are BOLD, Girl!”, which made Y/N say, “Hey, you can’t say I didn’t shoot my shot,” while grabbing her coat, then she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before grabbing her bag and walking out the door. As Y/N walked back to her apartment, her phone buzzed with another text message from Jason that said, “Well, now you’re just fluffing my ego,” which made her giggle and respond, “It’s not ego fluffing if it’s true,” with a wink emoji before adjusting her bag on her shoulder and continuing her walk.

The next day, Y/N arrived at the theater at the normal call because she was back to being a can-can girl, and while she was doing her makeup, Karen poked her head in the door and said, “Hey, I heard it went really well last night. Congratulations!”, with a big smile on her face. Y/N turned around in her chair and said, “Yeah, thanks! Turns out I was super nervous for no reason at all. Looks like you’re feeling a lot better today,” so Karen said, “Yeah, I am. It must have just been something I ate, because I felt right as rain by the time I got Aaron’s intermission check-in text. He said that Jason Sudeikis came to see the show last night. Did you get to meet him?”, with a knowing smile on her face.

Y/N turned pink, then said, “Yeah. And I gave him my phone number because I’m an idiot, but he ended up texting me, so it worked out,” before going back to doing her makeup. Karen said, “Oh yay! If he plans on coming to see the show again, let me know and I’ll make sure I’m sick again for you,” then scurried off, and it took Y/N about 20 seconds to process what she said before she whipped around and yelled, “DID YOU FAKE BEING SICK SO MY CELEBRITY CRUSH WOULD SEE ME AS SATINE?!?!”, but Karen was already gone.

Y/N let out a groan, then Amber came strolling through the door while saying, “Heyyy, Glitter Girl!”, a little too casually, so Y/N said, “Amber, I’m only gonna ask this once. Did you know Jason was gonna be at the show ahead of time, and did Karen fake being sick so I’d be the one going on for her?”, which made Amber freeze before shooting her a guilty smile and saying, “Kind of?”, earning an incredulous glare and a, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’?!?!”, from Y/N.

Amber let out a sigh and said, “I overheard the box office people talking on Wednesday, and one of them said ‘Sudeikis’ followed by ‘tomorrow’, so I put two and two together. But Karen was genuinely not feeling well after the show on Wednesday, so I told her about what I overheard. She said that she was planning on calling off, and when I mentioned that Jason may or may not be your celebrity crush, she said she’d do her best to make sure you were the one going on for her and not me, and Aaron said he’d do the same thing. Please don’t be mad!”, before steepling her hands in a pleading gesture.

Y/N let out a long sigh, then said, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit peeved that you guys went behind my back like that,” which made Amber let out a huge sigh of relief before borderline tackling Y/N in a hug. Her phone buzzed on the table, so she picked it up to see a text from Jason that said, “Break a leg tonight, Twinkle Toes!”, and she must have blushed, because Amber nudged her and said, “You can’t be too mad at me because now your celebrity crush is crushing on you too,” earning a playful swat on the arm from Y/N before she said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get ready, Dollar Store Cupid,” and shooed her away.

Y/N thought for a second, then opened her camera app and took a selfie of her making a silly face in just a wig cap, her stage makeup, and a ratty “I ❤️ NY” tank top to send to Jason with the words “Thanks, Cowboy!” accompanying it. She finished getting into her costume, then right as the five minutes to places announcement went out, Jason texted her back saying, “Yep, that’s your contact photo now. Here’s an equally silly picture of me so you don’t feel left out,” with an attached picture of him with a pencil mustache and crossed eyes.

She giggled, then changed the boring “J” icon her phone automatically gave him to that picture and sent back, “Excellent. About to take places, so I’ll talk to you at intermission,” and the last text she read before she stuck her phone in her bag was a thumbs up and the cowboy emoji. What she didn’t know was that Jason was dangerously close to picking the heart emoji instead, but he figured he had all the time in the world to get to know her enough to finally be able to use that emoji whenever he wanted.

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#logan writes #jason sudeikis x reader

[idyllic-affections]

there is strength in numbers.

summary. When faced with an impasse, one must seek a solution. The solution, in question, was a younger god from a different nation. Rex Lapis' solution was none other than Barbatos. trigger & content warnings. brief, mild mentions of past trauma & injury. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. slight angst to fluff. venti & & yaksha!reader, zhongli & yaksha!reader, xiao & yaksha!reader is implied but is not focused on. 1.4k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is a continuation of this post.

author's thoughts. you don't have to read the first post for this oneshot to make sense but that post does give more in-depth context about yaksha!reader. i love venti so so much if that wasn't obvious enough already. he's the best archon, go argue with the wall /hj /lh

       Rex Lapis was at an impasse.

       The oldest yaksha between the two that he'd liberated absolutely, fiercely refused to be touched by anyone. When anyone tried to touch them or even get what they deemed to be too close, they'd become aggressive and violent, not only turning into a threat to others but to themselves as well.

       It was in their nature to be destructive, he supposed, but this...

       This was different

       This was unlike the inherent aggression that yakshas were prone to—this... this was rooted in learned terror. It was a defense mechanism.

       They were terrified that he and his companions only sought to hurt them, which couldn't have been further from the truth. Morax, however, couldn't figure out how to effectively reassure them of that fact.

       (Oddly enough, they were okay with Xiao interacting with the deities and adepti as long as they were supervising from a distance. The God of Contracts found it very strange; why would they allow the one being they cherished most to be put into a situation that they felt was unsafe?

       ...

       Perhaps they knew it was safe deep down inside, but couldn't shake the fear that was ingrained into their mind.)

       When faced with an impasse, one must seek a solution.

       The solution, in question, was a younger god from a different nation. Rex Lapis' solution was none other than Barbatos.

       The Lord of Geo had often taken note of how endeared they seemed by Streetward Rambler's and Guizhong's musically inclined natures. It was as if they wanted to get close, wanted to bond with them, but their fear nullified those desires.

       His solution was to seek out someone even gentler than Guizhong yet equally as musically inclined.

       She did have a tendency to be competitive, and Streetward Rambler could be terribly vain at times...

       It was no wonder why they shied away now that he pondered it for a while. Those two's constant bickering probably scared them. In their mind, the bickering probably seemed like unfriendly arguing.

       They were completely silent as they trailed behind Morax, bare feet not making a single sound on the grass. He knew they were following; even if they tried, they'd have great difficulty masking their presence from him and his keen senses.

       He stopped suddenly, causing them to stumble and just barely avoid colliding with his back. They were quick to scurry back a few feet.

       "Stay here for a while and contemplate your actions. I will return for you."

       They scoffed, muttering to themselves, "What am I, a child? You're putting me in time-out just because I bit Cloud Retainer?"

       Rex Lapis' lips twitched upwards in vague amusement at their petulance (which was, in fact, childish), but he said nothing, merely turning on his heel and disappearing into the distance. They could run off if they really wanted to, they supposed, but...

       Something dark and malevolent whispered in their ears about how this was a very mild, soft punishment compared to the damage such a powerful god could really cause; in fact, they wondered if the punishment wasn't being left alone, but was rather being kept away from Xiao for a period of time. Still, it was very mild. Morax was being merciful, even after they hurt a companion of his. Would he be so kind if they disobeyed him?

       ...

       Likely not, so they settled on obediently staying put.

       It wasn't until the melodic sounds of a lyre reached them that they considered moving. They chewed on their bottom lip as they considered following the sound, weighing their options. It was an unbearably soft and endearing melody...

       Surely Rex Lapis wouldn't mind if they wandered a little bit?

       (Little did they know, that was exactly what he wanted them to do. He couldn't just introduce them to another deity directly; he was sure they would panic if he had tried that. Cloud Retainer, despite being absolutely furious after their little stunt, was the one who suggested staging the meeting in a way that made them feel like they were in control of their situation.)

       The source of the music was someone utterly ethereal in their eyes.

       They knew immediately that this was another deity, though certainly not one from Liyue. It wasn't all that hard to tell; the way the air around him seemed to swirl heavily with Anemo energy made it very obvious, as if the way his eyes and the tips of his braids emitted a gentle aqua glow wasn't enough of a clue. Still, it was hard to be afraid of someone with such a passive presence. Even if he was a god, they genuinely found it difficult to be more than slightly afraid.

       Surely, they thought, this was an angel sent from the Heavens above.

       They jumped slightly, clinging closer to the undergrowth akin to how skittish animal might when he decided to acknowledge their presence.

       "Come a bit closer. No need to be shy," he beckoned, fingers still dancing along the strings of his instrument. "I'll play you another tune if you do. How does that sound?"

       They didn't say anything, only wordlessly shuffling slightly closer.

       He merely smiled, holding up his end of the informal bargain.

       As the time passed, golden rays of sun giving way to the moon's calming light, they ended up much closer than they anticipated. The process was very, very much like coaxing a fearful animal from its hiding place.

       If they were to be completely candid, they hardly recalled how they ended up so close to the deity, eyes unusually wide with awe and wonder as they fought off the urge to sleep. They had been so sure they'd end up shying away from him before they could get too close, and yet, here they were—curled up against his chest with his wings shielding them from the coldness of the night.

       "You're welcome to fall asleep, little fawn," he murmured gently, kindly, as his lyre disappeared into the wind. One of his hands rubbed soothing circles into their scalp. His tone was quick to change into a more teasing one as he tapped their nose with his freehand. "You look like you haven't slept well in decades."

       They pouted. "Mean. You're mean, Lord Barbatos."

       He giggled. "And yet, I'm not wrong, am I?"

       Silence. Eventually, they relented.

       "...No. I haven't slept restfully for at least five or six hundred years. Every time I did sleep, it was just to recover from wounds."

       "I thought as much," he hummed. "Though I have a hard time believing you're so old~"

       "Mean!"

       It was then that silence descended once again, though it was by no means suffocating or uncomfortable.

       "I have to wonder," the Anemo Archon began, "—and humor me a little, won't you?—why is it that you're so averse to Morax?"

       They gnawed on the inside of their cheek as they considered their words. It admittedly frightened them a little that he knew of the god that freed them, and that he must have been here specifically by Rex Lapis' request, but they did their best to answer regardless. Barbatos had given them no reason to be afraid, so they would not be afraid now. It was far too late for that. "He's well-acquainted with war and bloodshed," they whispered, voice trembling with sincerity, "and I... I don't like that. He looks intimidating. He feels intimidating. Who's to say that when I let my guard down, he won't kill me? Kill us..? Or— or worse, enslave us?"

       "Breathe, little fawn." One of the god's hands came to rest on their back, using his sway over Anemo to his advantage. They found it very easy to calm down with the elemental support he'd offered them.

       "Sorry..."

       "You're afraid of being enslaved again. I understand. I'm from Mondstadt, you know. I would understand such a thing much better than anyone else," he reassured quietly, "but you need to understand that in order to survive this period, no-one can afford to be too kind and passive. That's why he looks so intimidating. He has to, and believe me, I do not like that reality any more than you do."

       "That's..." they trailed off. 'What about Guizhong?' they wanted to ask, knowing that she was not adept in battle, but instead kept that fleeting thought to themselves. "...That's not fair."

       "No, it isn't, is it? There is strength in numbers, however, and I believe you and your kin would be much safer if you chose to trust Morax. He is certainly no weak deity... Will you give him that chance?"

       "...Okay."

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[c0smopolitan]

Sea, Swallow me

I actually really like this one but only proofread it once because I’m kinda lazy and there might be a part 2 because idk if there should be another lmk.

Summary: Reader likes Harry and she doesn’t know if he likes her too. But maybe he does.

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst (one idiot in love because the other one already made it clear) (Harry Potter x F!reader)

The common room was usually never this empty but today was an exception. OWL’s were this week and everyone was up in their dorms studying.

You and Harry were sat on opposite sides of the couch, you reading a book and harry doing his potions homework. You were about to get up when you felt a tap on your leg.

You put your book down, “Yes Harry?” He smiled. “Do you wanna do something besides read a boring book?” You look at him with your eyebrows raised. “Number one, this book isn’t boring you just have no taste in literature,” He rolls his eyes. “And number two,” you say standing up off the couch. “What would we even do?” You hold your hand out for him to take and he accepts pulling himself up.

“Everyone is studying for OWL’s.” You remind him. Harry purses his lips in thought. You look at him unimpressed. He grabs your hand and walks over to the record player in the common room.

“You want to play music?” You deadpan. He nods. “Harry are you daft?” He rolls his eyes. “Everyone’s studying for OWL’s Harry. Or did you forget?” He ignores you grabbing a vinyl from the stand.

“I won’t play it that loud,” he shakes his head. “and besides, I wanna dance with you.”

He looks over at you and you turn away to hide your incredibly red face. He goes back to putting on the vinyl on and you turn back to face him. “What are you gonna play anyway?”

“You’ll see.” He grins.

He grabs your hand and starts swaying you around. You giggle and he wraps his hands around your waist.

The song starts playing and you light up immediately. This was the song that was playing the night you two met. (The song is Sea, swallow me) He laughs at your expression and grabs your arms to place them on his shoulder. You’re sure that the blush on your cheeks is very prominent now as you both start to sing the lyrics to the song.

He spins you around and you two move across the room. You swear you’ve never felt happier. You two continue swaying around as the song nears its end. You’re looking everywhere but him now as the song finishes but Harry on the other hand can’t take his eyes off you.

“Y/n,” he whispers. “Yea” You say looking down at your suddenly very fascinating shoes. “Y/n, please look at me.” You wish a hole would swallow you as you look up to see him smiling at you. “What’s so funny?” You frown.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression. “Nothing,” he pulls you closer. “you’re just really pretty.” Your eyes widen and he can’t stop grinning. He’s leaning into you, and you smile leaning into him when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “Y/n?”, “Harry?” Hermione calls out.

You immediately let go of him and face the stairs. “What are you two doing down here?” She says rubbing her eyes and folding her arms.

Harry’s about to say something but you quickly interrupt. “Nothing, we were doing nothing, just about to head to bed.” Hermione looks at you two questioningly but shrugs it off and goes back up to bed. Harry’s about to say something but you cut him off. “Night Harry, I’ll see you in the morning.” You run up the stairs without looking back.

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[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

When a Stranger Calls Dieter

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 757

Summary: when you get unwanted attention from an unwanted man, Dieter helps out. Inspired by this post!

Warnings: mild swearing, men being creepy, mild horror themes, saucy suggestions at the end

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Dieter looked at the clock on his phone. He knew by now that you would be home. If anything did hold you up, he would be the first to know. As soon as he was starting to worry, his phone rang.

“Dieter?” he could barely hear you.

“Where are you?”

“Um…”

He could tell by the tone of your voice that you were close to tears. “What’s wrong?”

“Some creep at the bookstore won’t let me leave until I give him my number.”

“Can you report him to someone that works there?”

“He is someone that works there.”

He sighed in frustration, never at you though, at this creep he never met. “Seriously?”

“I told him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t believe me, and I don’t know what else to do,” you were on the edge of panic.

“Can you give him a fake number?”

You sighed in anger, “Oh, he said he knows all the tactics girls play, I quote, and that sort of thing won’t work on him.”

“Give him my number.”

“What?”

“Give him my number. You know it don’t you?”

“Yeah, but are you sure?”

“Oh, I’m sure honey cakes.”

*****

As soon as you walked in the door, you were enveloped in the warm, musky embrace of your boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” Dieter asked.

You let out a sigh into his chest, “All I wanted was to get the latest Stephen King book.”

He kissed the top of your head, “I’ve run you a scolding hot bath.”

He heard a mumbled “I love you” before you eventually left his embrace.

The water hit all the right spots and helped soothe any tension you felt in the past few hours.

“You feeling any better?” he asked. The water was too hot for Dieter so he was keeping you company just sitting next to the bathtub, letting you soak.

The massive groan you gave out was indicative of how much better you were feeling. Suddenly you heard Dieter’s phone ringing, reloading any tension that washed away.

He picked it up, putting it on speaker.

“Hey book babe…” that voice sent ripples of disgust down your spine.

“Who is this?” Dieter asked.

“Oh,” the voice on the other end asked after you. “Do I have the right number? That bitch-“

“No this is the right number,” Dieter said. “I haven’t heard that name in a while.”

“What do you mean?”

“She died ten years ago.”

“What?”

“It was a car accident. Someone kept trying to ring her number and she took her eyes off the road for one second and…” he wiped away a fake tear, it was an Oscar-winning performance from your bathroom. “It was exactly this day, this hour when it happened.”

“Oh,” he seemed to believe this.

“Please tell me you’re not driving.”

“I am but..”

“I shouldn’t have picked up the phone.” If this was a film the scary music would most certainly start playing now. “This phone only rings when-don’t look in the rearview mirror. Keep your eyes on the road. She only does this when-No, please, I’ve done what you ask, don’t-!”

And then he hung up.

You could finally let out the laugh you were holding. “What was that?”

Dieter shrugged, “I’ve probably seen one too many of your favourite films and it gave me an idea. Do you think I scared him?”

“I think you did. I hope you did.”

“I hope she shit his pants.”

“Thank you,” you said, reaching out to touch his arm.

“Anything for you honey cakes.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Hey, I’d scare off any creep that comes even remotely in your path because you’re the love of my life. And also, it’s so much fun.”

“Well, when the next one comes round, I’ll definitely send them your way.”

“I hope no more creeps show up,” he dipped his fingers into the water, swirling them around suggestively.  “But if you have suggestions for the next way to scare them, I’d love to hear them.”

“I may have a few ideas,” you lifted your foot out of the bathtub and he gently grabbed your foot to kiss it.

“You feeling better honey cakes?”

“Much better.”

He moved his hand further up your leg, “Want to feel extra better?”

“Are you wanting to join me in the bath?”

“I think it’s still too hot for me.”

“Such a shame.”

“I could just put a towel on the bed and help you feel good until you dry up.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Enchanted- Vesper Lynd x FemReader

Context: You work for MI6 and are attending a gala type party they’re hosting, only to find that your girlfriend, Vesper Lynd, hasn’t yet arrived and she’s the only reason you chose to come.

A/N: I love Vesper and really wanted to write for her. I hope you all enjoy this, I wrote it quite late last night so sorry for any mistakes.

Warning(s): rough kissing and social anxiety

It was a night unlike any other, tonight MI6 and the Treasury had put together some sort of gala type reception for a certain amount of their employees and it would seem I was one of the lucky few to be invited, the only thing is I didn't want to be here.

I wasn't a fan of social events and could barely stand being out of the house past seven o'clock but I hadn't come here for myself, I'd come here for her and she hadn't even shown up yet.

So I stood over in a back corner of the reception hall, that was decked out in people and all sorts of finery, in a floor length pink chiffon dress that was accompanied by a shawl of pink silk and gold details. This would never have been something I'd pick out for myself but it was stunning and I did truly love it.

I'd waited for her, she was supposed to be here a half hour ago and still she hadn't shown up, my only reason for being here not even here, how sad did that sound.

I'd began to get nervous being on my own, surrounded by so many unknown faces. I worried that everyone was judging me and talking about the sad little girl who was hiding in a corner because she'd been stood up.

Suddenly I was teenager again, no longer a woman who worked for MI6 but a sixteen year old, who's only reason for not going to her school leavers event was because she was never asked to go by someone.

It was stupid, I know but that's how it felt, I relied on her to be here, she was my girlfriend and the woman who held my heart and she was already now forty-five minutes late, with about four missed calls and two voicemails.

Those last fifteen minutes of the first hour quickly disappeared and I couldn't stand the idea of taking another glass of whatever it was they were serving tonight. Then the first hour ended and the hand that clasped my clutch was no longer following instructions from my head and was instead searching for my phone.

I dialled the number I could memorise in a heartbeat. One ring, then another, then another one and finally a fourth buzzing ring of the call came and I knew what was coming next. My prediction of course was correct as the call quickly went to that god forsaken voicemail that I'd already heard twice tonight.

"Hi Ves, It's me, I know I've already called but I wanted you to know that I've been here now for an hour," I began to say choking back a sob as I spoke, "I'm wearing the dress you picked out for me, it fits perfectly, but of course it does you chose it. Where are you Ves? you promised you'd be here, I've made sure to save you a dance, though I don't think it will matter. Please show up soon, I love you."

I ended the voice message their and even though I knew it was stupid, I felt my heart inside my chest and how it tightened and shattered a little when she hadn't picked up.

Where was she? I knew she could be late, of course I did, I'd been dating her for two and half years now but she'd never before been this late and it made all sorts of thoughts swirl around in my head, some of them frightened me and others just made me upset.

I quickly became aware of how the music in the room had grown much louder and suddenly I didn't want to be standing here anymore, so I left. I got myself out of that corner I had been standing in and walked of the large gala room and walked out into the reception and arrivals area.

I walked over to the closest wall and, facing away from the entrance, I tried to centre myself once again. Then I heard a voice, at first I thought my mind was playing tricks with me but then I heard it a second time and it was louder and a little bit closer.

"Y/n!" I heard the voice, calling my name, more distinctly now and I knew I'd recognise the soft lull of that voice absolutely anywhere.

In a rush I turned around and stood away from the wall and then I saw her, it was Vesper walking into the venue dressed like the Goddess I knew she was, in the most beautiful purple dress and then I knew I would love her forever.

"Y/n," She said my name again, her smile beaming at me as she came closer and now I could no longer wait for her to close the distance, so I decided to do it myself.

I ran up to her and Immediately threw my arms around her neck and pulled her into the tightest embrace I could muster and then my lips were upon her and without hesitation she kissed me back with just as much passion.

Our lips danced and our tongues battled for dominance, as Vesper’s arms snaked around my waist and brought me in closer into her by the hips and very quickly I knew we'd have to find a room before we were demanded to leave.

It seemed Vesper had had the same thought as very quickly, without barely breaking the kiss, she'd directed us into a room that I didn't care to inspect, all my previous upset and anger dissipated upon seeing her.

Very quickly I was pushing Vesper up against the nearest wall and loosening my arms from around her neck. Though my act of dominance was quickly changed, as Vesper swapped our positions and in a matter of seconds I was up against the wall, and her mouth was trailing kisses down my neck.

"Ves..." I tried to breathe out, "Your here," was all I was able to say that was coherent, as her kisses on my neck continued, though they quickly became softer.

"Of course I did," She spoke breathlessly pulling away, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, i wanted to be here sooner but I had some things to attend to." She didn't elaborate any further, only giving me a final gentle kiss on the lips before she looked up and around the space we were in.

I followed her line of site and saw that we were standing in a stairwell and when I looked up, I could see it went pretty far up. "Come let's go up," She spoke hurriedly, grabbing my hand carefully into her own and pulling us both up the stairs being careful of our dresses.

Soon we had done about five flights of stairs and then Vesper was opening up one of the doors and immediately I was hit by a gust of cold night air. She'd pulled us out onto the roof.

Walking out onto the roof Vesper whispered to me "I believe you saved me a dance," And soon we were dancing to the imaginary music of London city, upon one of its tallest hotels.

"I love you Y/n Y/l/n," Vesper whispered, her forehead against mine and her blue eyes focusing against my Y/e/c ones.

"And I love you, Vesper Lynd," And it seemed those were my final words as both of our lips soon met and we ended the evening with a soft and genuine kiss full of nothing but love.

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[catelismo]

PJSK ,, all of my pjsk works are below this picture, have fun reading everyone <3

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ENA SHINONOME

girls like me do cry ,, if there’s no thing that ena agrees with is that art can be everything. it can be the most nerve-wrecking thing ever or the most emotional too. too bad you’re both of these things combined; hence why she cries late at night.

MIZUKI AKIYAMA

polaroid love ,, it's been 5 years since you let mizuki go away; university now at the top of all of your personal priorities and needs. with all of those memories that flashed before your eyes made a singular thought go through your mind; was your decision truly the best for both of you? PART 2 coming soon!

( DRABBLES )

AKITO SHINONOME

god, i love you

( HEADCANNONS )

( SMALL SMAU )

snaps with toya aoyagi | pt2

what a smooth operator with leo/need

( SMAU SERIES )

saving grace ,, up with the ranks and down with the sand, the amazing ace y/n fails the number one goal in the idol industry: "do not fall in love with your bandmates!" despite of the numerous of complaints and encouragement of fellow friends, it's a secret that she would take to the grave. but question is: does the so-called "crush" agree with that?

the love album ,, music is life; music can be either contain the most depressing feeling that you've ever felt in a long time or the most heart-warming thoughts to think about. akito, a member of internationally known vivid BAD SQUAD, is a big sucker for music and when the hit korean-japanese group CUPiDZ suddenly pop in akito's head, he couldn't help but wonder that one of the members look like his childhood crush.

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[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part six -  The Perfect Boyfriend List

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 2k+

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

A/N: I’m so sorry for the long wait and the short part. I have been through a lot these past few months especially with the quarter life crisis. I hope you’ve been all doing great. I promise that the wait will be worth it for the next few parts coming up (spoiler alert: some angst and some sprinkle of spice)

It took ten minutes before you had the guts to get out of the room. You took your sweet time to change into a cute silk pajama your mother made, you brushed your hair and even put perfume on before you left your room. He was waiting for you downstairs and you smiled when you descended the staircase as you saw him lost into a painting.

“Pilgrimage to Cythera, by Jean-Antoine Watteau. 1717. The real one is in Paris, but I have to admit it, it’s a rather convincing replica.” His head snapped to you as you made your way right next to him. “It’s the birthplace of Venus, but the real one has angels flying in the background for love and sensuality of the painting.”

“I didn’t know you were an art expert.” He was rather shocked by your talent. 

“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Kyoya.” You smile and so does he. “When I was younger, I traveled a lot with my mother and she took me to the most glorious art galleries and museums you could ever think of. I met some great artists and got to learn more about the making and the philosophy behind art. The irony is that I know too much about paintings and so on, but I can’t draw for the life of me.” You laugh and he chuckles at your confession.

“I could teach you if you’d like.” You look up to your side and he was already looking at you with sparks in his eyes, one you only saw when he was being competitive. “I am no Watteau or Rambrandt, but I manage just fine.”

“I’d love that! In return I could teach you about some history.” You giggle and he breathes loudly, content with your response. 

“I’d love nothing more.” He says and in his eyes, it felt like he was surprised by his own words. He suddenly starts walking towards one of the many corridors of the mansion and you follow him to stand by his side. 

“Why did you ask for me?”

“To check up on you.” 

“Like I told everyone multiple times today, I’m alright.” Your smile was slowly fading. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“Why didn’t you call for my help?” 

“I just dealt with Tamaki’s little tantrum about Haruhi being careless and all that blah blah blah, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about you.” You stopped in your tracks and you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. 

“I’m fine. It’s not the first time I have to deal with rude assholes.”

“But one of them grabbed you–”

“I said I’m fine, Kyoya.” Now you were pissed off.  “I was trained to fight back those dipshits, I clearly wasn’t at the top of my class, but it helped me fend off my opponents long enough so security could come and get whoever tried to get in my way.” You took a step forward and looked up to meet his gaze. “I’m not afraid, I am not helpless and I am certainly not weak.” Your words were firm. He smirks as he looks down on you, but you see sadness in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He looked out the window and took a deep breath. You took his hand and tried to smile warmly at him. 

“I just need real vacations without all the trouble that we always seem to get ourselves into.” He admits and you giggle lightly. 

“We could go visit Seoul together for summer vacation. I could show you the best restaurants and secret spots I found over the years.” His smile was finally showing. “We could go just the two of us, so we don't bring all the trouble with us, but just enough so it stays interesting.” He chuckles but still looks in the distance. Thunder and rain still fills the silence in the night. You wonder if it would be a good time to ask him why he’s always shutting you out, why he’s so repulsed by a relationship with you, why he’s so good to you and then becomes a rude person– “Mori told me I was pretty today, even with all the bandages.” You snort and when he turns his head to meet your gaze you look away and start to walk again. “He said that it was a shame you couldn’t tell me I was.” A long deep sigh escape your lips

“Why?” It was quick and sharp. 

“Because he knows.” You simply answer. “I had high hopes that you would change your mind about this arranged marriage, but for weeks I’ve been disappointed with mixed signals…”

“Why do you want us to be a couple so much?” He sounded annoyed by your simple answer. 

“Wouldn’t it be better?” You said it as if it was obvious. “I thought that you enjoyed my company, my person, enough so that you and I could… maybe make this arrangement a little more real.”

“I can’t give you that, y/n.” He stopped in his tracks and sighs disappointed. “I can’t give you what you want.” Your smile faded and something inside of you broke a little. 

“Why not?” It sounded more like a plea. He doesn’t speak, he only gives you a sad look. He can’t even give you a made up excuse for why he doesn’t want to be with you. You swallow your tears and your pride. You straighten your back and become this cold proper persona you’ve always put up in front of everyone. “I see how it is, Kyoya. I apologize for trying to cross the line you put, it won’t happen again.” You walk past him trying to go back to your room, but his hand catches your wrist stopping you next to him. “We made it clear, I won’t ask anything from you other than a business relationship.” Your voice was shaking and you didn’t dare to look at him. “You told me you didn’t want a friendship and to start over but I pushed you and I’m sorry. I will still take part of my bargain and boost your little numbers and keep Haruhi’s secret if you were about to ask… I won’t be a problem to you anymore, I promise.”

“Y/n–” You walked out of his grip and slowly made your way to your bedroom. You hadn’t realized you were crying until a loud sob escaped your lips a few corridors away.

You tried to not make any more sound, keeping the sobs and sniffles inside, but you choke up on your own sadness. Damn it, Kyoya! Damn you! You were so angry and sad, after him, for not wanting you. And after yourself for believing he could ever want a relationship.

A soft creek echoes in the corridor and light shines through the dark. As if you needed any more attention right now…

“Are you okay?” Renge asks and you snort. The question of the hour. “Get in here.” She yanked you inside and made you lay on top of her bed sheet. She sat next to you as if she was your therapist. “What did he do?” “What do you mean?”

“You never cry unless it’s because of four-eyes.” She snorts and so do you. She’s right. You could’ve cried and panicked when you were cornered with dangerous strangers earlier, but you didn’t. But now you’re crying because Kyoya refused you.

“Do you cry in front of people, Renge?” Her ceiling was pearly white, but she put a poster of some video game character above her bed, internally you laughed. 

“No, not unless I’m comfortable or I’m too overwhelmed and can’t help it anymore.” She admits as she starts playing with your hair. 

“I think I got comfortable with Kyoya.” You let out a soft sob as you came to the realization.

“Is that such a bad thing?” She gestures to your tears.

“No, I’m not crying because of that.” You chuckle lightly. “I messed up.” You start. “We’ve been seeing each other everyday for the past few months and I thought that he started to actually like me, the real me… But I made a fool of myself… I thought we were on the same page, but I was in another library, I think.” Renge gives you a tissue and you dry your tears with it. 

“What’s so special about him that you let yourself be comfortable with him?” 

“I don’t know. He’s infuriating, aggravating, always trying to prove a point to annoy me… Always getting on my last nerve– But deep down, he’s caring–” You stop yourself. “I like the competition, the bickering and nonetheless I love that we bother each other… I love that he’s there, even if it’s to say something annoying or to hold my hand… He’s there…” You meant every word that you poured out to Renge. It wasn’t love, but it felt like it. You knew it couldn’t be love, true and simple love because Kyoya didn’t want to be yours, not even close as you wanted to be his. “I tried to force him into a real relationship he, oh so clearly, doesn’t want.” You started to cry again. 

“No you didn’t.” She sounded almost angry that you were thinking this way. 

“I– I just want to be enough for him, you know? I’m enough for his family, his stupid brothers, but I’m not enough for him.”

“You know what I think?” She tells you and you shrug. “Fuck him.” You snort. “Right? Fuck the guy, he’s not interested, fine, but make him regret ever messing with your feelings. You are enough! He clearly can’t see it, but I do. You’re funny, smart, sweet, you have a pretty face and a rather sexy body. You’re talented, hell you speak four languages for Christ sakes! You are awesome and never let anyone tell you otherwise, not even Kyoya. Because he’s the one that doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re right.”

“I know I am!” She smiles proudly. 

“Fuck him and fuck all of this stupid arrangement!” You were feral. You were both laughing like the devil possessed you both. “I make my own stupid choices! I will find a husband that I will see fit for me, not for anyone else.” “That’s my girl!”

“Kyoya will be free of me and will do as he wishes and I’ll be happy.”

“Monday, it will be my personal mission to find someone for you. You won’t have to lift a finger.” You laugh deeply. “How about Asahi?”

“He is cute, isn’t he?” You buried your head in her pillow as you blushed over his tanned body. 

“Talk to him tomorrow, maybe you’ll even get some action.”

“Gross.” You were laughing so hard, you were afraid you’d wake up Haruhi, who’s bedroom was next to Renge. “Thank you, Renge.” You smiled at her. “You’re a great friend.”

“That’s what friends are for, lift each other up.” She slumped over you and hugged you with all of her strength and, oh god, was she strong.

You spent the rest of the night together in bed talking about your super plan to get another future husband. The Perfect Boyfriend List had six requirements: 

1.  He had to be rich

2. Handsome

3. Kind and generous 

4. Funny

5. Obviously interested in you 

6. Not be Kyoya

It was going to be easy, right? The list of rich handsome guys at school was long… Excruciatingly long, but not impossible! You and Renge were going to be the perfect team for that.

After the terrible morning in Renge’s room where you both jolted awake by her alarm at 8 am on a Sunday, you were quietly eating lunch with the other hosts, not bothering to look at he who shall not be named.

“So you and Renge–” Tamaki quietly starts. 

“Don’t even start there you pervert.” Tamaki gasps. “I heard about your BDSM with Haruhi, stay out of my business.” A soft smirk appeared on your face when he was lost for words. 

“That’s not what was going on!” He retorts. “And I wasn’t insinuating anything! I’m a gentleman! I heard loud crying, then laughter, I was just curious.”

“You were crying?” Mori asks, concern shown in his tone. You look up from your plate seeing him glare at Kyoya. 

“We were having a girls night, we would’ve invited Haruhi, but she was busy.” Renge snorts, Haruhi rolls her eyes, but giggles. 

“That’s not what happened!” As the two of them kept arguing loudly over breakfast, you felt his intense gaze on you. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, for him to feel the reassurance in your eyes. He deserved it, the ignorance, but a part of you wanted to look at him.

A distant laugh rings in your ears and you recognize him immediately, Asahi! You stand up quickly to go meet him in the corridor leading to the main entrance.

“Asahi!” You called out and he stopped in his tracks to smile at you. 

“Y/n! Hi! How are you?” You finally catch up to him, panting from the sudden rush of adrenaline. 

“I’m great, how about you?” You wanted, tried, to act as casually as possible. 

“Good! I was about to go on an early swim with some friends, want to tag along?” His smile was so bright and so gentle. 

“Maybe later today?” He nods. “Look, yesterday I had a great time at the beach with you as my guest and I think you enjoyed my company a lot too… What I’m saying is that I’d like to go on a date with you.”

“Oh wow! I am super flattered that you asked me out. You’re a great girl and I’d love to hang out after school.” But… “But it’s going to sound shitty, but I don’t like you romantically, I really like Renge.” You gasp in pure shock. When? What? Where? “I’m so sorry!”

“No! Oh God, don’t be sorry at all!” You laugh nervously. “I didn’t know, but I’m glad you told me, I’ll put in a good word for you.” He chuckles. “But I would really like to hang out with you too, as friends obviously.” He nods and you rush back to your table where Renge was already waiting for what you were about to tell her. “He said no.” It was plain and simple. 

“That jerk.” She wasn’t happy. Not a great start.

“He likes you.” It sounded less confident than you planned to. 

“Even a bigger jerk.” She was pouting.

“You asked someone out?” Kaoru asked, quite interested. 

“Yep and got rejected, no hard feelings.” You chuckle nervously. Renge was plotting something in her mind, she’s been quiet on the subject for far too long. “He’ll regret rejecting you.” She mumbled. 

“No, Renge, I don’t care I got rejected.” You laugh patting her on the back. “Besides, you could get yourself one heck of a boyfriend with Asahi.” 

“You asked Asahi out?” The group exclaimed, all of them were in shock as for Kyoya… He was silent.

You felt guilty for asking another guy out right after you got rejected by your fiancée, but it was what you had to do to get out of this union. Be someone else’s fiancée and be happy… You finally looked over at Kyoya and he felt cold and distant as the group were all yelling at each other over why you had asked Asahi out. He quietly stood and exited the room just as he did at last night’s dinner. You'd hurt his feelings, but so did he. It wasn’t fair play, but he didn’t want you that way, might as well find someone who would. Someone who would love you the way you deserve to be loved. After all, The Perfect Boyfriend List had six requirements: 

1. He had to be rich

2. Handsome

3. Kind and generous 

4. Funny

5. Obviously interested in you 

6. Not be Kyoya 

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