#I’m sorry but the song title caught me off guard

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

⋆⁺₊❅. “Give you...whatever you need!"⋆⁺₊❅.

synopsis: being the captains assistant ;)

tags: lots of possessiveness, manipulation (?), power dynamics, dom capitano, vulgar, explicit, fingering, facefucking, begging, degradation, penetration, creampie, you get the gist

wrd cnt: 2.5k

a/n: doja cat pls release generous ( lyrics from the song as title) and my life is YOURS… also partly inspired by the azeru audio….

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Droplets of a custom blend of his favorite drink, warm and slightly sweet hit the bottom of a porcelain cup.

It was just something you did, something you knew The Captain liked and as his assistant, routinely did.

This particular evening it was as if everyone in the nation needed you. A task, an errand, or just had to stop you in your tracks to his quarters for some idle chat.

It must have been several minutes longer than when he was expecting you, which was far too long to keep the Captain waiting; occupied against your will.

His tea was cold by now.

Finally, you ran over to his door. The runway-like carpet ending and small tiles lining the entryway to his office, guarded and sealed.

But you were a regular.

The guard knocked on the door, “Sir, your assistant has returned” he announced, waiting for an answer.

It took a few seconds, but you could hear a faint “Let her in”.

You sigh deeply and watch the giant doors open and shut behind you as you walk into the dimly lit room, only candles and small lamps lit across the table and crackling fireplace that remained behind The Captain’s seated body.

“Over and Over. I must have called you a thousand times? More or less.” He spoke, his voice clear even through the steel mask that adorned his face.

“I’m so sorry-“ You quickly respond, placing the cup on the edge of his desk and folding your hands together. “I got caught up with some others- a few harbingers as well needed my assistance.”

He straightened his legs, now standing in front of you, making you back up just slightly due to his large frame.

“It’s as if you’ve forgotten who you serve.” He said, the point of his gauntlet nail scratching the edge of your jaw and trailing down to your chin.

“Who kept you so long?” He asked, quickly adding “Never mind. Don’t tell me, I’d rather not know.”

You have trouble knowing where to look. Not wanting to cause any more trouble for yourself.

“Now that you’re here…maybe we should get started. You’ll probably need to stay overnight.” He mentioned.

You nod, agreeably to not seem like you’re eager to leave.

You sorted out all the intel Capitano had been collecting. There were piles of data, equipment, maps, and so much more. You were the only person he’d let touch them. It was common for you to stay late, as work never seems to dry out. It was also common for you to be whatever he wanted you to be. Errand runner, liaison…or his toy to let out his frustrations.

Everyone sees The Captain for what he puts on. Respectable and professional.

Most of the fatui honestly confess to enjoying working for him, as he has been much kinder than the others.

He can be, but he has his limits.

How can he be so kind to you when you’re late? You dared to keep him waiting.

“This is unlike you.” He says, noticing you yawn as you flip through the pages.

You blink your eyes a second too long, “Oh- I’m sorry I haven’t gotten much sleep, but I can keep working! Please don’t worry”. You assure.

“ I’m not worried, not for myself anyway.” He adds, kicking his feet up on the edge of the desk.

“Come here.” He urges you, forcing you to get off your small little table in the corner to his desk.

He flicks just one finger and you follow, taunting you to his lap.

“Yes- Captain?” You feel your throat get dry as you sit on his thigh, big enough to count as a seat.

“Is there anything…you need from me?” You ask, insinuating a more personal form of assistance.

He hikes his foot up higher on the table, creating a steep slope of his legs that drags you down and forces you into the crook of your lap, hands instinctively hitting his chest for balance.

“This isn’t for me. I think we need to wake you up.”

You felt a small shiver run up your spine when his hands landed on your hips, “How else will you finish all your work?” He adds.

You let out a small sigh as you felt his steel-clad fingers wrapping around your sides as if your ribs were now armored.

He slowly dragged them down your stomach, small points sliding down the sides of your thighs making you arch your back and grind onto his lap, earning a chuckle from him.

With swift motion, he grabs your throat; dropping his mask on the floor and letting it roll off somewhere.

Your body tenses, and you can see the most faint glimpses of his face; still hidden under the darkness of the room.

Deep and rich, he speaks to you, “Take off your clothes.”

Almost as if he’d conditioned your mind, you do so with no complaints.

He even helps, tugging up your shirt with the finger tip of his gauntlets as you pull it off. As your shirt falls to the floor, you stand before him in just your bra and skirt, your heart pounding in your chest. He doesn't waste any time, his hands moving to your back, deftly unhooking your bra with practiced ease. The straps slide down your arms, and your breasts spill free, bouncing lightly as they are finally released. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval. "Now the rest."

You slip your skirt down, letting it pool at your feet, and step out of it.

You stand there, naked and vulnerable, your breath hitching as Capitano's fingers trace the curve of your hips. His touch is firm yet deliberate, each movement sending shivers down your spine. Shadows play across his muscular frame, making him appear even more imposing as he pulls you back onto his lap, each leg now dangling off his sides.

"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice low and gravelly. The steel in his tone leaves no room for disobedience.

You hesitate for a brief moment, but the intensity in his dark blue eyes compels you to comply. You part your thighs, positioning yourself in his lap. The heat between your legs is almost unbearable, a stark contrast to the cool air brushing against your exposed skin. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your folds, another hand squeezing your breasts between his thumb and forefinger. You gasp, arching into his touch, your body betraying how much you crave his attention.

"Please..." you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he hears you.

He leans forward, his mouth closing around your nipple, suckling hard enough to make you cry out.

His teeth graze the tender flesh, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through you.

You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the tough material of his armor, as he moves to your other breast, repeating the process. Each pull of his lips, each scrape of his teeth, makes you shudder, your body responding eagerly to his rough ministrations.

"Captain..." you moan, your voice breaking as he continues his assault on your senses and his gentle strokes around your inner thigh, purposefully ignoring your sensitive pearl.

He pulls back, leaving you panting and desperate for more. His eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to catch your breath. "Turn around," he orders, his voice firm and commanding.

You obey, swinging your leg over and turning your back to him…well, it’s more of him picking up your entire weight and shifting you into position.

As you automatically reach for the edge of the desk to steady yourself, he lifts himself off his seat, stepping close to your body, his presence looming behind you, his heat radiating against your bare skin. You feel his hands on your ass, squeezing the globes roughly, spreading them apart to expose your most intimate parts. Your breath hitches as you anticipate what's coming next.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "So ready for me." He adds, flicking his arm down to release his hand from the gauntlet, thudding on the floor just as his last piece of equipment.

“Is this what you were thinking about in that little corner of yours?” He teases.

His fingers trail down, skin grazing the crease where your thighs meet your ass, dipping lower until they brush against your wet folds. You gasp, your knees buckling slightly as he slips one finger inside you, probing deeply. You clench around him, your muscles instinctively tightening, drawing him deeper.

"You're so, so wet," he murmurs, his finger sliding in and out of you, slowly building up speed. "Such a good girl."

Your head falls forward, your forehead resting on the cool surface of the desk as you ride out the sensations he's unleashing on your body. His cold finger flicks against your clit, making you jerk and whimper, your hips swaying involuntarily as you try to get more friction. "Beg for it," he demands, removing his finger and resting it on your hips.

"Please... Captain, please," you beg, your voice shaking with need. "I want more... I need you..."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Not yet," he says, "But soon."

You whine in protest, your body aching for release, but he grabs your hips.

"On your knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You drop to your knees, your hands trembling as you reach for his belt, unbuckling it quickly. You undo his pants, pushing them down to reveal his hardened length, already glistening with pre-cum.

You lick your lips, your mouth watering at the sight of him.

"Take me in your mouth," he orders, his hands gripping your hair tightly. "Show me how much you want it."

You obey, wrapping your lips around his throbbing cock, sucking gently as you take him deep into your throat. He groans, his hands tightening in your hair as you bob your head up and down, your tongue swirling around him with each pass. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, his hips thrusting gently to meet your movements.

"Fuck... yes," he mutters, his voice strained with effort. "Suck it like you mean it."

You redouble your efforts, taking him deeper, your throat convulsing around him as you gag slightly.

He tastes amazing, salt and iron, the essence of his power and dominance filling your senses. You hollow your cheeks, sucking hard as you stroke the base of his shaft with your hand, listening to the sounds of his grunts and moans above you.

"That's it," he praises, his fingers digging into your scalp. "Just like that... almost there...you’re working so hard"

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing heavy and labored. You know he's close, can feel the tension building in him, and you work harder, your jaw aching from the effort.

Suddenly, he lets out a low growl, his fingers yanking your head back as he comes, his hot seed flooding your mouth.

You swallow dutifully, licking him clean as he pulls out of your mouth, his chest heaving with exertion.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust, and smirks. "Up," he commands, his voice still hoarse from his orgasm.

You do as told, standing up and facing him, your legs shaky from being on your knees for so long. He grabs your wrist, yanking you towards the desk, and pushes you onto it, your chest pressing against the cool wood. You gasp, your nipples rubbing against the rough surface, sending jolts of sensation through your body.

He kneels behind you, his hands roaming over your ass, squeezing and caressing the flesh before diving between your legs once more. His fingers find your drenched entrance, slipping inside with ease, pumping in and out with increasing speed.

You moan, your head falling back as his other hand circles your clit, rubbing it furiously.

"That’s it…keep making those sounds," he whispers, "So fucking wet for me. You need more, don’t you?”

You nod, unable to form words, your body consumed by the pleasure he's giving you. His rough hands continue to pleasure you, painting your ass red with just a single slap.

“Answer me.” He says, waiting for your begging voice before pressing his hard length into your ass.

“Yes- please….please Capitano.” You whimper.

You can almost feel the smirk that’s plastered on his face behind you. He lines himself up, his tip teasing your entrance, dipping just enough to coat himself in your slick arousal. You shiver at the contact, your body tensing in anticipation. Then, without warning, he presses forward, his cock sliding partway into your tight channel before pausing.

"Relax," he commands, his voice firm. "Give yourself to me completely."

You try to relax, breathing deeply, but the stretch is overwhelming. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he begins to push deeper, filling you inch by agonizing inch. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your muscles clenching around him as he forces his way inside.

"That's it," he whispers, his voice strained. "Take it all, my little slut."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he's buried deep inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation, by the fullness, by the sheer dominance of his presence within you. It's almost too much, but somehow, it's exactly what you need.

Capitano doesn't wait for you to adjust. With a low growl, he pulls back until only his tip remains, then thrusts forward again, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force. You cry out, your hands clutching at the desk for support as he claims you over and over again. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your head spin and your vision blur.

"Fuck, you feel good," he grunts, his voice rough with exertion. "So tight, so perfect."

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He fucks into your at a monstrous pace, your body going limp. He picks you up, holding your neck firm from behind.

“Arch your fucking back.” He growls, roughly handling you into position. You can feel the tension building in him, the same tension that's coiling inside you, tightening with every thrust, every caress. You're close, so close, but he's not done with you yet.

He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing against your ear. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a low rumble.

You obey, turning your head to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild, filled with lust and possession. He looks at you as if you're his world, his everything, and in this moment, you believe it.

"You're mine," he whispers, “Anytime another person- another damn harbinger calls for you- shit” He groans, “…tell them to fuck off. Captain’s order?” his voice thick with emotion. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I will-!" you breathe, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

His hand slides down to your clit again, his fingers rubbing in fast, desperate circles. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you scream his name as you come undone, your body convulsing around his cock. He follows right behind you, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave, filling you with his warmth.

You’ve never served Capitano with a cold cup of tea again.

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[love-fictional-ppl]

number 17 (smut)with Sirius Black plss!(u can always say no :) )

(Can I be roach anon?)

Ofccc 🙏🏻 ty for the req🙏🏻

Too Sweet

Summary: Your boyfriend, Sirius Black, asks to eat you out for the first time.

Pairings: experienced!Sirius Black x virgin!Fem!reader

Warnings: language, smut, oral(f receiving), fingering, making out, color system, spit, cumming in pants, hair pulling, pet names, squirting, a smidge of overstimulation, being walked in on, etc.

Prompt: 17.) “Sit on my face”

A/N: reader and Sirius are in their 7th year and are aged to 18 but you can imagine them however you want. Title is inspired by the song Too Sweet by Hozier.

You were sure you hadn’t heard him right. Or he had to be joking. You were hanging out with Sirius in his empty dorm, the two of you had only been dating for a few months now, friends even longer than that. Sirius was your first boyfriend, he was practically your first everything. The only first he could never take was your first kiss which had been stolen by James Potter.

Earlier in the day the raven haired boy had invited you to his dorm when classes end, his roommates all busy in the afternoon. You expected your usual routine, listen to music, talk, smoke, make out.

Everything went as planned until the two of you were making out. You were laid on Sirius’ bed, him on top of you massaging your tongue with his. He pulled away from you suddenly, out of breath, “Sit on my face.”

“Pardon?” You were’t sure how to react.

“I said sit on my face. If you’re not ready yet that’s just fine, darling.” Sirius reassurance made you feel better and you would be lying if you said you weren’t soaked.

“Um, are you sure?” You had no idea why you were asking him if he was sure.

“Of course I am, darling, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.” The pervert in you got wetter at his words.

You pulled the male forward into a searing kiss. Sirius took that as a yes and flipped you so that you were straddling him. You pulled away, unbuttoned your dress shirt and pulled off your tie. Sirius moved to kiss down your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” the compliment caught you off guard.

You shoved the boy’s face between your bra-clad tits. Sirius waisted no time with unclasping your bra so he could latch his mouth onto your chest without a barrier.

The minute Sirius got a view of your bare chest he was in awe. Sirius latched onto one nipple and started pinching and slapping at the other one.

“Mm! Too much!” The force he used was borderline painful. Sirius pulled back with an apologetic expression, “I’m sorry, love. You want to move on to the main course?” And just like that, his devilish smirk was back.

You stood up wordlessly and peeled off your plaid skirt and panties in a seductive manner. You gave Sirius a mini-show and when you turned to face him you could see he was incredibly hard.

You went to climb back on top of the boy but he stopped you. “First I need to hear you say you want this,” Sirius spoke.

“I want you, Sirius. I want to sit on your face.” You sounded desperate and you couldn’t care less.

“Are you familiar with the color system?” He was so sweet with the way he asked. You shook your head, unsure. “Green means we’re good to keep going, red means stop. Simple enough?” You nodded your head.

Sirius pulled you onto him and adjusted you to hover over his face. Your bare pussy was about an inch from his face, Sirius spat on your clit and circled it with his thumb.

“Fuck- Sirius,” you moaned out.

“You’re already soaked. Me kissing you got you that worked up?” He asked rhetorically.

You nodded your head, your eyes with shut tight and your bottom lip was between your teeth. You were shocked by how different Sirius’ fingers felt compared to yours, his were so much more rough and larger. Sirius slapped your ass and gave it a squeeze before he ducked his hand down to finger your pussy from behind.

Sirius inserted a finger into your tight hole, he worked his fingers to match the same pace as he rubbed your clit and thrusted his finger inside of you. After a few minutes like that Sirius inserted another finger inside of you, as well as replacing his left hand, which had been circling your clit, with his mouth.

Sirius pulled your weight down onto his face and started lapping at your cunt. Sirius pulled away for a second, “What color, Sweetheart?”

You responded quicker than you ever have in your life, “Green!” And then Sirius was back to work. You felt like he was making out with your pussy but you were in utter bliss. Your hands moved from the pillows to Sirius’ hair, you heard him groan in pleasure when you tugged on his black locks of hair. You did it again and ground into his face.

Sirius used his free left hand to grab your ass roughly. You were moaning pornographicly, you were sure the two of you were going to get in trouble. Sirius lapped at your folds, not a care in the world.

“Sh-shit! Just like that!” Sirius was alternating between sucking on your clit to lapping at your folds and clit. His fingers worked a fast, steady rhythm. He curled his index and middle fingers to hit that spot that made you see white.

Sirius groaned against your pussy and praised you, “Such a good girl f’me.”

You could feel yourself getting closer, you started practically riding Sirius’ face and fingers. At first Sirius paused to get a sight of such a beautiful scene but quickly kept going. He changed his fingers pace to meet yours and started devouring your pussy. Sirius was enjoying this as much as you, he had already came in his pants, he felt like he was in a fantasy right now.

As you practically rode Sirius you think about how lewd this entire thing is. The sound of him slurping on your juices and the clapping of your ass against his hand, the stench of sex, the sight of him under you, it was all so addicting. As you got closer to your high Sirius plunges a third finger inside of you and curls his fingers inside of you.

Immediately you squirt everywhere. On his face, shirt, hand, sheets and pillows, everywhere. And Sirius fucking loved it, he swore he could cum again if he hadn’t already. He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean when he was done he licked a stripe up your pussy causing you to squirm in overstimulation.

Sirius was in awe at the entire situation before him, he swore he had died and went to heaven. Sirius allowed you to pull yourself off of him and lay next to him. You tried to catch your breath, still in shock. You couldn’t help noticing the wet patch on Sirius’ pants but before you could call him out, the door opened.

In came, James, Remus, and Peter. The three boys stopped in their tracks jaw dropped, Remus simply shut the door and left you two alone. You simply looked at each other in shock, laying there.

“Uh oh.”

I hope you enjoy, 🪳 anon! Sorry this wasn’t longer. Not Proofread!

[nicoscheer]

The reel

[iloveyourmommorethanyou]

TASTE ~

Summary: accompanying Hyunjin at a dance practice turns heated.

TW: 18+, mature content (just a warning, but it doesn’t really go that far) (I left some to the imagination)

Hwang Hyunjin, the man of the hour. Everyone knew him as the sex symbol of the industry. It was without a doubt that he took that title very well. Hyunjin kept on amazing people with his hardcore stage presence and his gracious body. His fans wondered about his dating life. Most of them concluded that it wasn’t possible for him with his extremely busy schedule. But what they didn’t know, is that he’d secretly take you, everywhere and anywhere, anytime he got the chance. It was the only way to do it when he has a high sex drive but a very tight schedule.

…

22:47 PM

"Why isn’t he home yet?" You asked yourself looking at the time.

Your boyfriend had told you earlier that he would be done with work at about 9PM.. It was now almost 11 and there was no sign from him.

You texted him a couple times, without a respond. So you assumed he was probably still practicing.

You put on your shoes, hat, and mask, and headed out to see what he was up to.

You stopped at a teokkbokie stand on your way there, to bring him something to eat, as you knew he probably hadn’t eaten.

23: 00PM

You try to hide yourself as you walked up to the JYP building. When you got to Hyunjin’s usual dance room, you sighed, seeing that he was, indeed, still here practicing.

You slowly opened the door, trying to be quiet.

When the door slightly slammed behind you, Hyunjin jumped in surprise.

You laughed at his reaction. "Hey babe." You said.

"Omg y/n you scared me." He said with his hand on his chest.

"Oh sorry. I brought you some food." You smile, taking off your mask and hat.

"Thanks babe but I’m not hungry. "

"Hyunjin.." you say disappointed.

He approached you to reassure you. " baby, I’ll eat okay, I just want to finish practicing this before." "Okay?" He asks, hands on either side of your arms.

"Alright." "Why are you still here tho?" You ask.

"I felt like I needed more practice after we finished with the others." He explained.

" and the thought of texting me about it didn’t cross your mind?" You say bluntly.

"Oh shit, I’m sorry I didn’t notice the time." " baby I’m so sorry I didn’t text you because this was only supposed to be half an hour…" he says worried.

"Hmm. It’s okay I understand. But please text me next time." You say.

"I will, I’m sorry." He kisses you softly.

23:15 PM

You put down your things and make your way to the couch in the corner of the room.

"You sure you don’t want to leave now?" Hyunjin asks.

"You said you still had to practice so, I’ll just stay here until you’re done." "Besides, I like watching my sexy boyfriend dance." You wink.

Hyunjin laughs and goes back to the computer to start practicing.

The loud music caught you off guard. Especially when you realized that "taste" was playing. You had already heard the song before, when Hyunjin was working on it, but you’d never seen the choreography as it had been made today.

You tried not to stare at the beautiful man in front of you, not wanting to distract him or make him feel uncomfortable. Although when his body started moving along to the rhythm… you couldn’t help but stare.

Your heart sank as the beat dropped. His perfect proportions making his moves sexy yet graceful. His face… the concentration showing upon it made him look so sexy. Brows furrowed, eyes sharp, lips parted, sweat dripping down his forehead. It was a whole show.. just for you.

…

Hyunjin finished dancing to the whole song and came running back to the computer laughing. You felt like you had just got out of a transe.

"How was it?" He asks playfully.

"Huh.. it was good.. it was really good." You try to respond without giving him too much of the validation he wanted.

"Was it sexy enough?" He smirks.

"Sexy? Umm… yeah.. maybe it was a little too sexy.." you manage to respond while he bends down to be at your level and make eye contact.

"What? You don’t like it?" He asks concerned.

"No no no, I just.. you know? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with you being this provocative on stage.." you admit.

Hyunjin chuckles. " so you are jealous!"

"Jealous?! No I’m not jealous!" You quickly add.

"Baby.. do you even know what this song is about?" He asks.

"Umm actually I’m not so sure. " you knew it was sexual, but you hadn’t payed much attention to the lyrics, and when you heard it for the first time, it wasn’t finished.

"It’s about love, doubt and passion." " it’s about wanting to drown into someone so bad it drives you crazy." "Seeing the danger, but realizing it’s too late because you become addicted as soon as you get a taste. " "wanting that person to play with me to ruin me." "To have me" "feel me"

Your eyes were drowning in Hyunjin’s as he seductively said these words. Lust in both of your eyes piercing through. You shyly look down when he finishes.

Hyunjin places his thumb on your chin to bring your head up, making you look at him.

"Do you understand now?" He looks so dominant in this moment.

"That’s exactly what you do to me." He leans in.

His soft and plump lips connect with yours in a breath. Attraction felt between your bodies. You pull away.

"And choreography?" You ask.

"What about it?" He asks catching his breath.

"Was it also inspired by me?" You smirk.

Hyunjin just looks at you for a moment, passion in his eyes.

"When I made the choreography, I thought of all those times, I fucked you good when we weren’t supposed to. " " all those times I risked everything, my job, my feelings, just for you." "And that moment I realized I couldn’t stop. I was addicted." He said inching closer to your face as he spoke.

You smirk before speaking. " the addiction is mutual.."

Hyunjin’s reaction caught you off guard.

He aggressively grabbed onto the sides of your face to bring you to his lips. Kissing you with such sensuality. His tongue intertwining with yours, you moaned against him.

Both stopping for breath, Hyunjin layed you back on the couch. He gently unbuttoned your shirt, placing kissing down your neck and collarbone. The feeling of his gentle touch made you shiver. It wasn’t the first time, yet the foreplay still felt so exciting.

Hyunjin continues kissing you down to your belly. When he stops, he sits up, and quickly takes off his sweaty shirt, revealing his toned abs and boxy form. That view made you melt. He goes back down to your lips. You always loved foreplay with him. It was always so sexy and fun. You both knew how much you wanted each other. Although the did tend to get a bit impatient after a few minutes. And as foretold, Hyunjin did get impatient, and made you sit back up with him to take off your shirt completely. He never left your lips while doing that, he was a pro. You could tell he was getting needy, by the way he tugged at the hem of your pants and started to be a bit sloppy with his kissing. He wanted more. To fur fill his needs, you started unbuckling his belt.. The look he had in his eyes as he watched you do that was.. fiery. He had never wanted you more. He stopped kissing you to ask one last question.

"You want to taste?"

[bi-bard]

I’m Just Asking if I Can See You - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: I’m Just Asking if I Can See You

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Based On: Ugly Side

Word Count: 1,337 words

Warning(s): fear of commitment

Summary: Lance spent a long time trying to get through (Y/n)’s shell. It looks like he’s finally found success. However, when (Y/n) is ready to be serious, Lance suddenly decides to run for the hills.

Author's Note: This is such a great song.

SONDER - THE WRECKS WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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It all started with a moment of annoyance.

With Lance making a few too many snarky comments in the hopes of getting under my skin.

Lance and I had fallen into this pattern of being assholes to each other. He would poke at the tough act I would put on while I would remind him of how he follows Booth around like a lost puppy. We just didn't get along. It was just a constant line of being- for lack of a better word- dickish.

Everyone else on the team hated it.

Neither one of us seemed to care.

Well, at least I didn't think either one of us cared.

I was sitting in my little office in the corner of the lab when Lance walked in.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"Okay," Lance said. "Rude."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Do you practice your annoyed faces," he asked. "Or is it really just an instinct?"

"Screw you," I replied.

He walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned at me, relaxing into the seat. I put down my pen and the file, leaning back in my own chair.

"What do you want, Sweets," I asked.

"A conversation."

"Well, no shit."

"A genuine conversation," he corrected. "I want to have a real conversation without the insults and arguing. I want you to be completely real and honest with me."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Go on."

Lance looked at me for a moment before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Have you ever hated me?"

"Meh, not really," I said. "Hate's a strong word."

"Disliked me?"

"Disliked your behavior," I corrected.

"But me as a person?"

"You can be a good person," I replied. "I know that. I've seen you do your job."

He nodded. There was a pause between us.

"I don't hate you either," he said after a moment. "Just saying."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "I... I was kinda convinced you did."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know that I tend to be cold and a little harsh, but you didn't seem to be that way. When you showed up and so quickly started with the jokes about my 'shell', it was hard to ever let it crumble, y'know?"

He seemed caught off-guard, "I... I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I tried to shrug it off, blinking away a few extra tears. "I was a dick to you too. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay," he nodded.

There was another pause between us.

"Can we both agree to move forward with no hard feelings," he asked. "I won't make jokes about you and you won't make jokes about me?"

"Deal."

Lance grinned at me before standing up and going to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back at me.

"Wanna go for drinks tonight," he asked.

"Building trust, are we," I replied with a grin.

"Something like that," he nodded.

I looked down for a moment, feeling my face warm up, "I'd like that."

He let out a breath before turning around and actually leaving the room. I chuckled to myself.

After that day, nothing was quite the same again.

The team obviously noticed that we were treating each other well. We both seemed to easily shift from hating each other to caring for each other in a matter of weeks.

I had never expected it, but I really liked it.

I loved it. I loved him.

That was my first thought when I woke up one morning. Lance had stayed over for the night. He was already awake when I opened my eyes. I grinned at him. My heart sped up a little bit as he smiled back at me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"Lance," I mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I... I love you."

There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. We sat there in silence for what felt like ages. His eyes were wide in shock. I felt my stomach churn as I got more and more nervous.

"Lance," I pushed.

"I've... um... I've gotta go," he said before pulling himself out of bed.

"What?"

"I just... I need to go," he slid on his shoes, forgetting that he was still in his pajamas. I sat in bed, watching him move. He stopped at the bedroom door. "I... I'm sorry."

I sat in bed in complete shock. When I heard the front door shut, my heart dropped. He was gone. I told him that I loved him and he left.

I should've known better.

I was a fun game for him. A way for us to just poke at each other. He didn't care for me beyond that. I should've known better than to get so attached to him. That was my mistake.

After that morning, he avoided me completely if we weren't around the rest of the group. He wouldn't talk to me one-on-one or join the group outside of work. He didn't want to confront what had happened.

And that sucked because I did.

It had been a few weeks since he started avoiding me. That's when I spotted him about to walk out of the lab on his own. I decided that I had enough of this constant avoidance.

"Lance!"

He turned around as soon as he saw me. I was about to follow him, but he didn't get very far, walking face-first into a pillar. He stepped back, holding his nose.

"Lance," I called again, now jogging over because I was worried about him. I reached up and guided his hand away from his face. There was a bit of blood coming out. "Oh God."

I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him with me.

"Brennan, can I use your office?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," she said as I walked over.

After getting him to sit on the couch, I handed Lance a tissue, gently guiding him forward.

"Don't tilt your head back," I instructed. "Doesn't actually work."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I nodded.

Once the bleeding stopped (there really wasn't a lot), I got the wet wipes that Angela had given and cleaned up what was left on his face.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"Yes, I do," I replied. There was a pause before I threw the wipe away. "Are you going to talk about what happened?"

"I hit a pillar-"

"Lance."

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Just... what happened," I asked. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "I... I said that I loved you. I was vulnerable just like you had begged me to be. And the moment I was, you left."

He looked down again. I bit my lip, silently begging him to tell me what happened. To assure me that it wasn't my fault. That I wasn't the reason he ran away. I just needed something.

"I got scared," he muttered. "And I know that sounds stupid, but it's the truth. When you said you loved me, it felt like everything was suddenly too real. I just felt like I needed to run."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back over at me. I grinned at him a little bit. He grinned back, moving to fully intertwine our fingers.

"I still want to be with you," he said. "I know I messed up. Very badly, in fact. But I'd like to be with you... if you'd like that."

I leaned over slowly and pecked his lips.

"I don't want you to run again," I muttered. "Not just because you're scared. Please don't do that again."

"I won't," he replied. "I promise."

Lance leaned over and pressed his lips to mine again. I grinned into the kiss as I slowly kissed him back. He moved back first.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled fully, "I love you too."

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My review of Hotel Kalifornia I already heard the album on the app but I waited until today to reveal my track by track review

Chaos/CHAOS-this is still a certified banger. I just love the energy in this song and everyone sounds so good. And I love how Johnny suddenly is like “I’m your fucking saviour” despite what he says in Idol from New Empire Vol 2 lmao. This was such a great opening track too

Also I’m still recovering from Johnny’s infamous “alpha omega meet your maker” line but it’s still a great song…

World War Me-THE WAY THIS STARTS OFF?? Holy frick I love it. There’s so many good lyrics in this song. And Danny screaming is SO GOOD. Johnny sounds so good in this song too. J-Dog’s random “bleh bleh” noises were kinda funny tho. World War Me was nearly my most favourite song if it wasn’t for Lion Eyes (see below)

Ruin My Life-ok initially when I first heard this song I sorta didn’t like it and it was surreal enough to me that I just didn’t know how to feel. I guess it’s because with a title like “Ruin My Life” I thought it was gonna be a serious song and they kinda pulled a “War Child.” But after listening to it more I actually love it now. I think I just love the instrumental and energy in this song. I’ve never been to a party but I’m turning this song up like I’m in one

Hourglass-I like how the song started off somewhat relaxing then the instrumental kicked in. Also it’s funny that this song is the first ever song that actually mentioned Danny by name. Also ending with Funny and J-Dog is pretty nice

Go to War-I confused this with World War Me HU why you gotta do this to me. Not to mention Johnny already had a song called this but anyway, I love the way this starts off and how Danny sounds during that chorus he just 👌 put his whole chest into that shouting. Also J-Dog saying “it’s on sight” is funnier than it should be to me. Also I didn’t know Charlie said “ain't your idol” that’s a nice callback. AND ALSO that bridge with ALL OF THEM was great I loved it

Alone at the Top-the way this starts off is so good. And Charlie singing “I can make the pain stop I'm talking but you're not listening” is just satisfying to hear. Danny singing the “when it feels too late to be saved” is just amazing

Wild in These Streets-I STILL think the title is “Wild in The Streets”. The “it’s me against the world fuck your friends” line is still kinda funny but FunnyMan’s verse in this song is so good. “Haunted by tainted love” is still my favourite line. And “KING KONG STEAMROLL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS” is still one of the best lines

The GTA theme was funny tho because it appeared like once then suddenly it’s like it disappeared after like Hotel Kalifornia

Dangerous-the song starting off like that sorta caught me off guard. BUT Danny yelling “dangerous” is good. And FunnyMan speaking Spanish is AMAZING. Funny please do that in more songs it’s great. Also that brief line with FunnyMan then Johnny that was great

Lion Eyes-oh my god LION EYES LION EYES LION EYES. THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST SONG ON THE ALBUM HANDS DOWN. I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH IT REMINDS ME OF AMERICAN TRAGEDY’S MOTHER MURDER. THE INSTRUMENTAL THE LYRICS IT’S SO CATHARTIC TO LISTEN TO PLUS I LOVE HOW THE TITLE BASICALLY SOUNDS LIKE LYING EYES LIKE IT’S AMAZING 👌

Sorry when I say I love Lion Eyes I MEAN I LOVE Lion Eyes. I did not expect the song to sound this good I love this song so much that I need to make this my personality. I need to make edits of it I need to put the lyrics for some quotes Lion Eyes is everything to me this song needs a great music video this is a literal masterpiece

Trap God-ok I didn’t really listen to this song when it first came out but for some reason before the album released I ended up listening and repeating this song. I think I love Trap God for the energy like it just gets me hyped up. Also I love that J-Dog does the chorus. Ultimately I think it’s solid

Happy When I Die-hearing “CHARLIE WAIT WHAT HAPPENED?” took me out but that was an amazing reference. FunnyMan literally sounds so good in this song and the instrumental is great. Actually both Funny and Charlie sound great in this song they just put their whole chests into this song

Reclaim-the way it starts off is fricking so good. Johnny’s verse is just chef’s kiss. And the chorus is just so catchy and beautiful to hear. Not only does Relciaim make me get energized but it makes me feel so powerful it’s amazing

City of the Dead-out of all of the Hotel Kalifornia singles I think City of the Dead is still my most favourite one. I still love the “there goes the sun I’ve come undone” that Charlie sings and I love J-Dog’s singing here

Alright-woah this sounds so 2000s in a really good way. Also JOHNNY SINGING?? The fact I recognized Johnny singing instantly because of Sing from DOTD he actually sounds so good with the clean vocals. I also love the “waaa-aayy” lyric better than I thought. Also J-Dog singing is just… so 👌 Alright is such a fantastic ending track to Hotel Kalifornia

In general this album is so amazing that I need to make it my personality thank you Hollywood Undead

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The Missing Medication

Title: The Missing Medication Pairing: Connor Murphy x Male!Reader Genere: ANGST! CW/TW: homophobia, slurs (which i can reclaim), bullying, suicide attempt, blood Summary: Connor attempts suicide after the bullying that came with being outed at school.

Your relationship with Connor was almost perfect. He was respectful, romantic even. He treated you like glass that would shatter if he even looked at it too harshly. The only problem you had was that Connor wasn’t out to his family; or anyone, for that matter. So he kept everthing that happened behind the scenes a secret. Until that fateful day. Connor walked into school, the stares shouldn’t be bothering him as he had gotten used to them, but it felt... off. He lifted his head up from the floor and looked around. This time was different. Instead of the occasional glare from one or two students every few meters, it was everyone. Everyone was looking at Connor. When he was temporarily caught off guard, he ran into Chad Beckman, the fucking prick. He slammed the long haired boy against the nearest locker with a BOOM.  “You’re a faggot, Murphy. We knew all along.” Connor’s life seemed to drain from his face. “What..?” He softly asked. Chad pulled his phone from his pocket and showed him the picture that had been spread around the school. His eyes widened as his breath seemed to get stuck in his throat. The picture was a photo of him and you, kissing each other goodbye in front of your doorstep. Someone seemed to have seen you and taken a picture, and spread it around the school. Connor stared at the picture in horror. Who could have taken this? Then he realized who lived right beside you. Evan- motherfucking- Hansen.

Connor got back to himself when he felt a stinging sensation against his cheek, and his head hitting the lockers. Chad pulled his fist back. “Listen to me, fag.” He made effort to really pronounce the slur as he started, “We don’t like people like you. I don’t want a pillow princess of a man in my school, do you hear me? Same goes for L/n.” Connor ignored the small cut on his cheek that was starting to really hurt at this point. Instead he got furious. “If you touch a hair on M/n’s body I will end your life.” He threated, but Chad didn’t feel the intimidation soak through him as much as Connor had wanted him to. Chad chuckled and swung at Connor again. The tall boy closed his eyes and waited for impact that never came. Instead he hear a loud smack and a grunt, then a body fall to the floor. Connor opened his eyes to see you on the floor, his your lip busted and gushing with blood. He pushed Chad away in panic with strength he didn’t know he had. He fell on his knees next to you and inspected your wounded face.  “Why did you do that, M/n?” But you didn’t reply. You simply stood up, pulling Connor with you and running out with his hand still in yours. He followed; it’s not like he had a choice. You ran out of school as quickly as you had entered the building that day, scared of the next one.

You and Connor spent the rest of that day patching each other up, thinking about the future, and a lot of crying in each other’s arms, and ended in cuddles. You planned the future would have to go after that day, and after a little hesitation, Connor agreed. 

The days got worse after that incident.

The whispers turned to things being thrown, screams, homophobic songs on the bus, physical and mental violence.

It went on for a month, until Connor didn’t show up to school. 

Worried, you waited the whole day for him to show as you felt the paper hit the back of your head. But he didn’t.

As you walked home from your tutor, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. It was Connor. You tried to shield your phone from the rain and the coldness as you read his text.

Connie hey m/n. sorry that i was a no-show today. must’ve sucked by yourself. i’m sorry you didn’t get to see me for a last time.

Confused, you watched the “Connie is typing...” pop up and away a few times.

Connie you see, i love you. and i don’t regret anything i’ve ever had with you, i need you to hear and understand that. i just... i can’t stand it anymore, m/n.

Having a feeling where this is going, your heart started racing as you typed in: N/n Connor. Where are you?

Connie i can’t stand the abuse anymore. i had to do something.

Your heart dropped at this.

N/n What did you do?

You watched the chat bubble pop up and disappear a bunch of times before a text finally arrived.

Connie i took every single pill in my med cabinet

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt your soul leave your body.

N/n Where the fuck are you? Connor? Where are you???? Honey, please. Connie By the tree. Come say good bye, please.

You knew exactly which tree he meant. It was the oak tree, your favorite spot. Pocketing your phone, you started running, not caring if it would fall out. The 30 minute way you ran in 15, scared for your boy’s life. You crossed the street, almost being hit by a car, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have a care in the world besides Connor right now. So you ran. When you arrived at the oak tree, you crashed onto the ground next to Connor, who looked peaceful with his eyes closed. He tiredly opened his eyes and smiled at you.  “My love.” He said hoarsely, “I knew you would make it in time.” The tears that have been falling since you got that text not dropped onto Connor. “I called an ambulance. They’ll be here soon, please- just, stay awake for me.” You said, sobbing. Connor frowned. “Why?” He asked. “WHY?!” You yelled in reply, “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, CONNOR MURPHY! I CAN’T LOSE YOU!!!” You yelled in his face, which didn’t seem to do a lot for him. Who could blame him, his brain was putty, his heart was slowing and so was his lung, he couldn’t think straight as the sirens could be heard nearby. You held Connor in your arms as he closed his eyes, trying to drift away. Then, his lung stopped. The amount of medication he took must’ve slowed his heart to a stop, because his eyes shot open and he held onto his throat, desperately trying to breathe. You looked at him in panic, layed him down on his back and connected your lips to manually give him air. It didn’t seem to really work, so you tried to comfort him as the ambulance pulled up. They quickly put Connor on a stretcher and put a type of oxygen mask on him, allowing him to breathe. You cried all the way to the hospital and in the waiting room. The sobs of dread turing into happiness when they told you they saved his life. You rushed into the room and sat by his side, watching him like a hawk. When he woke up from his slumber, he looked around until his gaze met yours.

“Good morning, handsome.” You said lovingly. Connor burst into tears on the spot. “You saved my life.” He cried. You scooted your chair closer and put your hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. “I love you, Connor. I will always love you.” “I love you, M/n.”

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Driving Soldier Boy Chap 5 - Take The Wheel

Title: Driving Soldier Boy - Take the Wheel Summary: After finding (Y/N) unconscious in her apartment, Jensen knows there is only one thing for him to do.   Main Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Other Characters: Jack Quaid Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff/Descriptions of assault Word Count: 1707 A/N: The song for this chapter is “Drive My Car” by Jordan Knight & Nick Carter, Nick & Knight

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Jensen hopped into (Y/N)’s car waiting for Jack to come down from his apartment. The EPs, crew and other stars of The Boys had rearranged their shooting schedule for them to be able to go get (Y/N) from the hospital. It had been a week since Devin had found her unconscious and beaten within an inch of her life. She had emergency surgery to repair a collapsed lung from where her ex had kicked her repeatedly in the chest.

He barely brought himself to leave her side the first few days even though she was still in a medically induced coma. The only time he thought about leaving was when the police caught her ex trying to enter the hospital. It took Jack, Devin and two security guards blocking him from the entrance of the building. Any man that beat on a woman like that son of bitch had on (Y/N) deserve to get his ass kicked. In the end, he was thankful for them holding him back and not becoming the latest TMZ viral post.

She had woken up two days ago and Beks had let him know that she was able to come home today. He and Jack had something planned for her that would hopefully bring a smile to her face. Looking out the passenger window he finally saw Jack coming out of the front doors.

“About time Quaid…”

Jack huffed, shutting the car door behind him, “Sorry dude. My mom wouldn’t stop talking.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow at him at which his young friend held up his hand, “Don’t. Just don’t.”

He chuckled while taking off down the road towards the hospital. The trip was only twenty minutes and Jack was on his phone the whole time uploading the video Jensen had recently sent him.

“You two sound amazing together.” Jack mentions, his voice heavy.

“She’s the one with natural talent. I sing because I like to.” Jensen glances over to see him sigh, “Listen I know this is hard for you…”

Jack shakes his head, “It’s not really. (Y/N) told me on more than a few occasions where she stood as far as her feelings went for me. Honestly, I’m happy that she finally found someone she wanted to be with. I don’t know the details of her ex but the emotional damage she had because of him. Well, I’m just glad someone could break down some of her walls.”

“Well, she’s going to need a friend now more than ever. If she leans on you more than me, don't push her away. I’d rather her heal than add more to her already full plate.”

He caught Jack’s smirk as they pulled into the hospital parking lot, “And if she suddenly falls in love with me and not you?”

Jensen laughed, “Then all I have to say is if you break her heart, I will break you and no one will ever find you.”

For a moment, Jack looked truly terrified before a wide smile broke over his face, “I don’t think either of us are going to have to worry about that.”

They pulled the side of the building where he let Jack out. Beks was already inside with (Y/N) to help take her home. Little did she know that Beks was in on his little plan as well. He awaited Jack’s text that they were near the entrance to set the plan in motion.

One Month Earlier

“Do you think if Dean ever fell in love that he would let that person drive the Impala?”

Jensen chucked at her early morning question, “I honestly don’t know. He loved and cared for a lot of people, but hardly ever let anyone drive Baby. He barely let Sam drive her.”

They were stopped at a traffic light when she turned her head towards him, “Do you think Dean ever fell in love truly?”

This was one question he always hated from fans. He knew the answers everyone wanted him to give, but he could never lie to the fans. That is why he avoid the question like the plague. Now, looking over at (Y/N), her eyes shining in genuine curiosity of what he really felt, had the words flowing from his lips.

“I think he fell in love with everyone he came in contact with. No matter if it was love for his brother, or for his best friend or the random blonde he would sleep with. Dean loved people and fell in love with them.”

She started driving again, silence filling the space between them. His chest tightened and heart pounded as he awaited her response. When she did finally speak, he was in awe of how deep she could dwell into the small space where no one was meant to look in characters on a monster show.

“So, that’s why when the angels would tell Cas he fell in love with humanity and everyone referred to Dean. Essentially, for Cas, Dean was the heart of humanity because he loved people so much. Cas probably couldn’t help but take after Dean’s example and love humans as much as he did.”

(Y/N) looked over at him as his lips parted to say something but his mind went blank. Her laughter broke the chain of tense silence from around his chest.

“That is the best explanation I’ve heard for Dean and Cas’s profound bond.” His laughter joined hers, “Dean never needed an apple pie life because his apple pie life was always saving people, hunting things, the family business.”

“I can relate to that. Romantic love can get ugly quick, but family don’t end in blood, but it doesn’t start there either…”

Her lips curled into a smirk reciting the first line of one of his favorite quotes. He continued by saying the next line.

“Family cares about you. Not what you can do for them. Family is there for the good, bad, all of it.”

Together they finished the quote, “They got your back. Even when it hurts. That’s family.”

“My favorite quote.” She smiled fondly.

“One of mine too. What made you ask the question in the first place?”

A nervous chuckle came from her, “There’s a song by Nick Carter and Jordan Knight called ‘Drive My Car’. It’s about a guy giving the girl the keys to his car and driving until stars burn out the sky. I always think of Dean when I hear that song because I wonder who would have been special enough for him to drive up and hand the keys to Baby too.”

(Y/N) picked up her phone and scrolled until she found the song to play for him. A thought popped into his mind as he listened to her sing her lyrics.

You. He would hand you the keys in a heartbeat and never look back.

PRESENT DAY

We’re on our way out

The buzz from Jack’s text brought him back to the moment at hand. Jensen could see the front door from where he was parked and had that song ready to play. He watched as Beks came walking out and he dropped the car into drive hitting play.

Jack was pushing her in a wheelchair as Jensen parked in front of the entrance, the song blaring from the speakers with all the windows down. He stood up through the sunroof singing the first verse.

Girl if you say it's cool I can take you anywhere you want me to (want me to) Kick off your dancing shoes cause baby I'm about to hand the keys to you (keys to you) yeah I know that you wanna leave baby you and me I can see it in your eyes Top back put the ac on and the music up are you down to take a ride? woahh

Jack joined him for the chorus as Jensen went back down and out the driver’s side door.

Do you wanna drive my car tonight? (woahhh ohhh) We'll go until the stars burn out the sky (woahhh ohhh) Every turn every corner I'm closer to you Let's pull off to the side and just do what we do (woahhh ohhh) Do you wanna drive my car tonight?

Jensen opened the passenger side door as Jack sang and twirled her wheelchair around. A crowd of patients and staff were gathering at the main entrance to see what was going on. Beks was standing off to the side recording it all on her phone.

Girl lets get outta town baby I don't see no point in slowin down ohh Rev up the engine loud hold on tight I think that we both feel it now yeahh I know that you wanna leave baby you and me I can see it in your eyes Top back put the ac on the music up are you down to take a ride? woahh

They sang the chorus together once more as Jensen held out his hand to help her out of the chair. Scoop down he picked her up bridal style singing the bridge to her.

I'm runnin a stop light stayin up all night goin as fast as we can go I'm shiftin the gear down baby hold on now So here we go (woahhh ohhh)

He spun them around before carefully setting her on the passenger seat. Jack was singing the chorus as he jumped into the backseat with Beks. Jensen reached into his pocket for a set of replica Impala keys he had specially made when the idea popped into his head earlier that week. He whispered the thought he had a month earlier when he first heard this song.

“You. I would hand you the keys and never look back.”

She took in a sharp breath before squeezing the keys and his hand with hers, “T-Thank you.”

He kissed his cheek before heading around to the driver’s side. The crowd they had drawn were clapping and cheering as they drove off onto the main road. Jack and Beks were singing along to the next song on the playlist as Jensen reached over entwining his fingers with (Y/N)’s.

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Comedown - L.H.

5SOS Luke Hemmings fanfic

I've been listening to Luke's album on repeat lately, and thought up a little scene that i couldn't stop myself from writing. This one is somewhat inspired by Comedown, hence the title, but also a mix of other songs off the album too!! Enjoy reading <3

Background: dating someone famous always comes with worries and fears

Warnings: none (slightly sad-angst?)

Word Count: 1.2k

The late-night moon hung low over the city, its glow blending with the lights shining from below. A warm summer breeze drifted through the open window of the bedroom, rippling over the sheer curtains and flowing through the room.

The quiet hum of city reached through the fog of your dreams to gently tug you from sleep and you stirred in the sheets, reaching out for the body that should have been beside you. You hand was greeted by the cool rumpled sheets and a frown scrunched up your face as you looked around for your boyfriend.

His broad shoulders were silhouetted by the city lights soaking through in the window as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his legs, fingers fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers.

You shifted in the sheets and sat up, the noise making him turn his head at little. “Luke?”

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You waved off his concern, a little yawn escaping you.

He turned back to face the window, running a hand through his messy curls. Silence. Only the wind outside and the sound of a car horn in the distance. He was tense, that much was obvious, but this seemed…different. Like whatever was bothering him was more than just a bad dream or a simple worry to be brushed off.

“You okay, love?”

You shuffled over to sit beside him, feet brushing the cool floor and hands tucked under your legs, your arm pressed flush against his. You felt him lean into your warmth as the midnight air washed over you both now, a moment of silence lapsing before he spoke.

“I…I’m not sure,” he whispered, his gaze sinking from the twinkling city lights to the moonlight reflecting on the wooden floor. A hand subconsciously running over the stubble on his jaw as he took a moment to gather his words.

"I’ve been thinking, y/n," he shook his head a little and looked up at you. His stormy eyes were dark in this dim light, and his brows were drawn together to form a small crease between them. You thought about reaching out and smoothing it away with your hand.

“Thinking about us,” he continued.

A shiver ran through you, a spark of worry. “What do you mean…us?”

He stood suddenly, the warmth disappearing from your side, and began to pace back and forth. The worry in you was growing, raging through your gut now as he paced, running his hand over his jaw and through his hair again.

"Please, Luke. Talk to me." You voice sounded so quiet and weak as he paced and paced, and you couldn't even bring yourself to move.

He stopped at the window and looked out, the soft light settling on his features smoothly, highlighting the crease that knotted his brows together.

"Don't you hate it?" the barest of tremors shook his voice. "Don't you hate living in the spotlight?"

You bit your lip as you thought. There were only two real answers to that.

"Sometimes," you replied, unsure of where he was going with this, "but I have you."

You could see his eyes close for a moment, then he turned to pace back and forth once more.

"I'm not worth this," you shook your head in protest, even though he didn’t see it. He just continued talking as he moved, fingers now playing with another ring again. "No matter what we do, what you do, they will always be judging." He stopped at the window again, his bitter scowl turning out to face the sleeping city, making it clear who they were.

You had both seen the magazines and articles last week, the photos of you that were not flattering to say the least. And the accompanying headlines...you couldn't forget the way Luke had swore and cursed them all.

"You're better off without me."

"No." It came out a little sharper than you had intended, as you stood and walked over to stand in front of him. You gripped his hand to bring his attention back to you, but his eyes tracked the moonlight dancing over the floor. "No, I'm not better off without you, Luke. I can barely breathe when we're apart, how could I ever live without you?"

Tears began to blur your vision, but his eyes still stayed downcast. You needed him to understand.

"I knew what I was getting into when we started,” you voice had become a whisper, “I’m not quitting now, okay?"

You reached out a hand to cup his face, drawing his gaze back to yours. “Nothing else matters, as long as we’re happy, Luke. As long as you are. Are you happy, with me?”

“Of course, y/n, but that’s not the point. You deserve better than-“

“Do you love me?” the sudden question caught him of guard, his eyes finally meeting yours.

“What?”

“Do you love me?”

You searched his eyes for a response, but he squeezed them tightly shut for a moment, letting out a defeated breath before answering. “Yes! Of course I love you, y/n. I love you with everything I am- but- but love doesn’t make it all right.”

“No, love doesn’t make it all right, but it’s doesn’t have to. It just makes it worth it.”

You traced a hand traced along his arm as you spoke quietly. “I always knew that things might not be so easy…but I love you, Luke, and I want to be with you. All strings attached."

His ocean eyes met yours, full of wonder, and a single tear slipped out and left a trail down his cheek. You lifted a hand to cup his face and wipe it away with your thumb.

“I don’t deserve you.” The whisper fell from his lips as the smallest of smiles began to creep onto his face, despite the tears. You gently pulled his head down until his forehead was resting on yours.

“Funny,” you whispered back, “I was just about to say the same thing.”

A huff of a laugh escaped him, making your mouth curve into a smile as he leant forward to press a kiss to your lips, then another. His lips lingered on yours before he pulled back to look at you, drenched in moonlight, and happy to be in his arms.

“Thank you, y/n.” You watched the reflections of light sparkling and swirling in his eyes, and the corner of your mouth tugged up into a smile.

“What for?”

“For not leaving me alone.”

He leant in to kiss you once more, then wrapped his arms around your waist to pick you up and carried you the few steps back to bed. Your giggles faded as he laid you down and hovered over you on his arms, the curls of his hair falling down into place. You both stayed there for a moment, silently reading the stars in each other’s eyes, constellations of a map that would lead you both home - to one another.

This time when his lips met yours, it meant so much more. All the doubts and fears and insecurities, they were undeniably there, but so was the love, bringing with it the certainty that you were going to make it. Together.

Thanks for reading!!

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[matsmurdock]

Penny for your truth

Hi again, here's a new one shot that I wrote during my (way too long for it to be allowed) break at work! This time, you get to read it before AO3, how exciting!

Summary: you go up to your rooftop to smoke a cigarette and find Daredevil having an existential crisis there.

A/N: Title inspired by the song Last Man on Earth - Wolf Alice. Fun fact, this song reminds me so much of Matt that sometimes it makes me cry! On to the story. Hope you'll like it, I loved writing it. Also, you can't take the black suit away from me.

words: ~1150

It was a cold one today, and frankly you’d rather be inside than outside but hey, you do what you gotta do.

The night was almost over and you were about ready to fall asleep in your couch when you thought about having you last cigarette of the day. You got into your snug UGG boots that you finally admitted to yourself were comfortable and actually fashionable, and put your coat on before leaving your apartment to go up to the roof.

Turns out, someone apparently had the same idea because someone was already there. After debating with yourself, you decided to try and talk to them. Maybe that would take your mind off the freezing cold, which felt even worse on the roof.

"Late night too, huh?" you tried. You saw the person tense up, making as if they were going to leave because of your arrival. "No please don’t go on my account, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you."

Silence again. You tried slowly getting closer, as if approaching a small animal. That seemed to work since the person was still there. Now that you were close enough to see this person’s face, you realized that you, in fact, couldn’t really see it because it was half hidden by a black mask. You connected the dots and realized that you were sharing your clandestine smoking rooftop with Daredevil, and you were wearing fleece pajamas with UGG boots and your couch’s throw as a scarf against the cold. There was no going back now.

Lighting up your cigarette, you picked up the conversation again. "If I’d known that I’d be meeting the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen tonight I’d have worn nicer pj’s", you joked. You saw his mouth rise ever so slightly. "Hey at least we’re both wearing pajamas, that’s good for my ego", you added, referring to his black costume. It was probably a mean joke, and you didn’t know if it was even safe to joke about it but you were too tired to care at this point.

"Not so good for mine though", you heard his gruff voice reply. Huh. "My outfit doesn’t look like pajamas", he added and then, after a pause, "…does it?"

"Oh no! I was kidding, sorry, it was a stupid joke!" you reassured him (and yourself because you spooked yourself for a bit).

You sat down next to him and only then realized that he actually wasn’t smoking. "Do you mind the cigarette?"

He shook his head, then said no out loud after a beat. You thanked him, no idea why. You continued smoking in silence, not really knowing what to add to the one-sided conversation that literally no one but yourself had decided on having.

"So what trouble brings you here, then?" you finally asked, your cigarette half-smoked by now.

He didn’t reply for a moment and then, "I don’t really know. It was the only place that’s quiet enough". Ok, ouch, not taking it too personal. "I’ve been… made aware that an enemy of mine has been working to build back his empire while everyone was away and I can’t help but think, no, regret no putting him in the ground when I had the chance to."

Not what you expected, almost sorry you asked. "Oh", was all you said.

"I’m sorry", he said, running his hand over his face, "you probably only asked out of politeness I don’t know why I said that I—"

You cut him off, "hey no! I asked and you replied. It’s fair. It just caught me off guard is all." You took one last drag of your cigarette then put it out and into the can that you upcycled as an ashtray that you kept hidden nearby.

"Can I ask why you didn’t?"

Another beat of silence, as if he was weighing his words before speaking them into the night of Hell’s Kitchen.

"It’s a place you can’t come back from. I know what I’m about, and it’s not that" he said quietly, but with enough finality that you knew he meant it.

"I think anyone would regret not doing it, out of anger and disappointment maybe. I probably would… But what you do with that is what matters." You felt like you were speaking out of your ass, but you did pride yourself in giving out good advice once in a while, and a tired mind could do wonders actually.

"You believed that it would be enough, what you did," you started again. "I think your anger is valid because it must have taken a lot out of you to stop yourself and then realize that it was for nothing. But you can't blame yourself." You didn't know how why exactly your Thursday had to end with you giving advice to Hell's Kitchen's most feared vigilante on murder, but now you were in it.

He nodded his head to show you that he was listening, even though he wasn't speaking anymore. You could see his mouth moving, as if he was stopping himself from answering. You let him take his time.

As if he'd heard your internal monologue, he said "I'm sorry to trouble you with this, I know it's heavy and I don't need to traumatize you."

"Nah you're fine." You rubbed your hands together, trying to warm them up, which sparked another question: "How are you not freezing your ass off with this tiny outfit, Daredevil?"

"The flames of Hell's Kitchen keep me warm."

"That's cheesy."

"Sorry."

The two of you stayed silent once again. You were getting cold, but somehow you didn't want to leave him alone; his mind seemed like a dangerous place. This time, he broke the silence first. "What brings you here, then?"

You giggled, taken aback "oh I'm just not allowed to smoke in my apartment. Neighbors can smoke crack but I can't smoke my cigarettes, apparently. No offense to them."

"You'd freeze on a New York rooftop at 11pm just for a cigarette?" he asked, incredulous.

"I know!" you exclaimed, "which is why I think my landlord should let me smoke inside since smoking my 11pm cigarette makes me feel like a crackhead who needs their fix," you tried to say this seriously but broke up in laughter, and he laughed with you.

"You should head back inside, you're getting too cold," he said quietly like he didn't want to admit it. You nodded without a word. "I enjoyed this, though. Thank you for listening to me."

"It was no problem," you reassured him. "If you ever feel like taking a break, I usually get up there at the same time every day so..."

"I'll remember it."

You got up from where you'd been sitting, dusted off your pants, and bid him goodbye and goodnight. It was once you were inside that what had just happened just hit you. You'd just discussed murder with Daredevil. On a thursday night. Because you wanted to smoke.

You were never quitting smoking.

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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 10

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader.

GIF: I do not own this GIF.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

I do not own any pictures, name, brand, song titles or anything that I used in this story.

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The three of you are finally back at the hotel. As soon as you got there, you went to your room to get ready. So is Lizzie in hers. When you are ready, you go right away to the girls’ room. You knocked on the door, and for some reason you slightly wish that Lizzie’s face would slowly show up as the door is opening but like usual it was Aubrey’s smile the first thing you see. “Hey.” Aubrey moves to the side as she opens the door wider for you to come in. “Hey Aubrey.” You unconsciously smiled in slight disappointment.

You do not mind at all that it's always Aubrey who opens the door for you. She is your good friend, really. You just start to think why is it always Aubrey? Is it just a coincidence or not really? Does she hate you so much that she is avoiding you at all cost? Oh well, why does it matter anyway? Why did you wish it was Lizzie who opens the door for you just now? There’s nothing special to it. The hatred is mutual. You were probably just concerned about her anyway after seeing her cry, you think it’s just a normal nice gesture if you are wondering how she was doing.  but again it’s none of your business. Your mind juggling all of those thoughts in such a short time triggers a quick rush in your mind.

Your eyes secretly look for Lizzie. You try to do it in the most subtle way so Aubrey won’t notice while both of you walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. “She is inside, still getting ready, Y/n.” Aubrey told you as if she can read your mind. “Huh?” Surprised with her statement just now, you got caught off guard and that was all you can say. You curse yourself in your mind for being too obvious.

“I know those eyes,y/n. You can’t lie to me. Your eyes’ movement. You were searching for her.” Aubrey teased with a knowing smile. “No, I wasn’t!” You denied instantly. “Yes you were, Y/n.” She convinced you in a playful tone. “No,I wasn’t!” You shout in a whisper. You feel warm on your cheeks and ears. “Okay, y/n. You were not.” She agreed in a playful sarcasm. “Tell that to your blushing cheeks.” She mumbles under her breath and rolls her eyes at the same time.

“What Aubrey?” You asked. “Oh nothing.” She smiled.

Aubrey slouch on the couch yet you sit next to her awkwardly straight up with your hands keep tapping your knees like they are a set of percussion. “So, how is she doing? Do you think she already feels better?” Your voice is almost like a whisper when you ask her as you don’t want Lizzie to hear it.

“Hmm. Care much, are you Ms. Y/L/N?” Once again, She always finds the chance to tease you about Lizzie. “Seriously? I asked just because that’s the right thing to do as a human being towards another.” You lifted an eyebrow as you tackled her tease once more. “You know what? Just forget I asked.” You added with a discomfort tone.

Aubrey giggled. “Geez, I was just joking. I think she’s feeling better but she still hates you.” She answered as she tried to hold a laugh teasing you. “Well, that, I don’t need to ask you, I already know. The whole world knows how much she hates me.” You shook your head. She giggles.

“So you are coming with us right?” You asked the girl next to you. “Nuh-uh. I’m not coming. I need to take a break from both of you and your arguments.” the brunette answers while her eyes locked on the TV. “Ouch. Are we that annoying?” You put your hand on your chest and act like you are hurt by what she said. “You guys are not annoying, I love both of you. You guys are just too funny for me to watch but I can’t say anything yet because both of you are too stubborn to listen to me and that’s annoying.” She said nonchalantly with a small smirk.

“What’s too funny about it? And what can’t you say yet? Tell me.” You jokingly push her shoulder. “Oh nothing. I have my own theory, you’ll know it next time.” She patched a meaningful smile. “Oh yeah? Probably a stupid theory?” You jokingly make fun of her. “Whatever y/n.” She giggles.

“Hey, y/n. I just want to say sorry. Honestly, I was the one who gave Lizzie the idea of giving you hell when you are working with her but I didn’t know it was you until she told me your name. Please don’t hate me.” Aubrey’s face showed remorse. “So, you are the one that makes my life a hell? Wow Aubrey. Thanks.” You said it in a playful tone.

“So you are not mad at me?” Aubrey looks relieved. “Nah,it’s okay. I figured anyway. You are forgiven.” You winked at her. “Gosh, y/n I thought you were serious.” She giggles. 

Lizzie comes out to the living room. “What are you giggling about Aubrey?” Then she notices you are there. “Oh.” That was all she said before she went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, you notice that both of you need to leave not to be late. “Ms. Olsen, we have to go now. We can’t be late.” You told her from the living room. “Gosh y/n, Okay! Okay!.” She let out a harsh breath as she came out. “Bye Aubrey, I’ll see you later.” Lizzie yells as she walks out the suite room. You stand up, wave goodbye at Aubrey, and follow her .

_____

Both sitting on each side of the back seat, the car ride without Aubrey was silent. Just pure silence but you both taking turns on getting caught stealing glances at each other. You really don’t know why you have the urge to ask how she is doing while you know she for sure is not comfortable if you ask her that. You are just her assistant and her personal life is definitely none of your business.  Luckily, you both finally arrived at the location.

The photoshoot starts right away after her make up and wardrobe is ready. Everything is going well with the photoshoot until the last session with the last wardrobe, Sophie who is incharge of makeup and wardrobe had to leave early for a family emergency. Thank goodness, it is the last session, Lizzie just has to change to the last dress, do some shots and they can call it a day. Sophie asked if you can help with the last dress as she showed you which one and said you can just hang the dress once Lizzie’s done and you have no problem with it.

You wait for Lizzie outside the changing room to make sure everything is okay. You heard her softly grunts and curse under her breath. “Ms. Olsen, are you okay?” You heard other soft grunts. “I’m okay. Can you call Sophie please?” Lizzie asked, not knowing that the french lady already left. “Um, she left. She’s not here. Do you need help?”

“What do you mean she left?” She asked in surprise and confusion. “Yeah, she has a family emergency.” You explained. “I need help with the dress.” She asked from the other side of the wall. “I can help you.”

“No, not you. Is there somebody else who can help me?” She asked in a slightly irritated tone. “Yes, there’s Stefan, Andre, Antoine, Oh and there’s Claude.” You named all the crews that’s there who happen to be all males. “I meant a female one, y/n.” She opened the door a little, peek through the small open space and asked in annoyance.

“Yes, Her name is y/n. The only female here besides you.” You answered in a flat sarcastic tone, in emotionless face expression. “Like it or not, I'm the only one to help you.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Fine.” She groans and lets you in while trying her best to cover her body shyly. 

“Y/n, look the other way. Don't look over here.” She demanded. “How am I gonna help you if I have to look away?” You furrowed your eyebrows. She is in this red see-through sheer dress with some floral laces on some body parts that need to be covered with it but on the upper body part it looks like a beautiful corset. She turned around, her back facing you with the dress unzipped leaving her bareback exposed. You can see from the mirror in front of her, both of her hands crossed in front of her dress covered breast to hold the dress so as not to fall. She lowered her head, her face facing down.

The curve line from the back of her neck to her bareback with no bra straps whatsoever yet slightly covered with some strains of her long blonde hair was visible to you, the zipper slider body was way low on her lowest back, almost to her natural perfect size buttocks with the line of her g-string peeking out a little bit. Her peach-cream with a light hint of tanned skin colors look so flawless. Too perfect that no pores are visible.

You swallow your nervous feeling down, try hard to stop staring before she pulls her head up. No, you definitely don’t want her to notice that. “Okay,so you just need me to zip this up right?” You clear your throat. “Uh y-yeah.” You notice that she sounds nervous. 

“Okay. I’ll zip it up. Just pull the rest of your hair up so it won’t get caught in the zipper.” “She nodded, and her right hand grabbed the rest of her hair. The dress is slim-fitted, perfectly designed for her heavenly figure. You tried to pull the zip up by the pull tab but it was a little difficult to do, so you pulled it by the slider body. You tried to get a grip of it, your index finger is between her body and the dress. The tightness of the dress makes the tip of your finger slightly touch her skin. Both of you were surprised by it. You noticed her body jolted even in the very slightest movements when she felt the tip of your finger touch her skin.

You try to ignore the awkward feelings in the air, and you pull the zipper up slowly because you are afraid to ruin the dress. The room fell silent. The silence breaks down all barriers and makes you able to hear her breath hitch softly right when the tip of your finger lands on her bareskin slowly brushes her skin from the lowest part of her back slide up to the bottom of her back neck between her shoulders along her spine. Your eyes follow the zipper up and you lift your head higher to find her reflection in the mirror, her eyes closed and her lips slightly open as she slowly exhales.

“Uh-It’s all zipped up now.” You see her in the mirror standing there beautifully in the dress. She lifts up her head but as soon as her gaze locks with yours, she awkwardly turns her head sideways instantly. Meanwhile you are still hypnotized with the beauty in front of you.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.” Her voice brought you back to your consciousness. “I’m sorry?” You asked as you tried to recall what she was saying, unfortunately you didn’t pay attention at all. “I said, take a picture. It will last longer.” She repeated in annoyance.

“Oh. Uh, N-No, thank you. I’m good.” You answered quickly to hide your nervousness then you realized you picked the worst answer. You internally screamed at yourself for choosing such an answer but oh well, it is what it is. She was chagrined when you answered nonchalantly. She then walked out of the changing room and continued with the photoshoot.

As luck would have it, someone came to cover Sophie and help with the rest so both of you won’t have to deal with another insanely awkward encounter like earlier in the changing room.

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Both of you are on the way back to the hotel now. After what happened in the changing room, it’s even more awkward to sit with her in the back seat even though there’s enough space in the middle space between you two. You tried to get busy to distract yourself, checking out work related things in your phone or notes and also answered a work call. You are talking french on the phone, Lizzie figured it’s from the magazine company. Lizzie took the chance that was laid in front of her to give yet another glance at you while you weren’t paying attention. 

Every single glance she threw seems to move up slowly. From your crossed leg then to your thigh and she noticed you are wearing ripped distressed jeans that show some part of your skin with your right hand on it. She glances again at your slender fingers with your polished short but not too short nails. She then realized she might glance too long (or more like staring). Mercifully, you still don’t notice what she’s doing.

She finally regains control of herself and stops herself from stealing glances at you then turns her head to watch the street of Paris through the window but that doesn’t stop her wondering what is happening with her at this moment. The more she wonders the more she gets irritated because she can’t figure it out.

Ch. 11

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fairy tale

the sequel to favorite galaxies! the song that is referenced later on and is the title is fairy tale by homemade haircuts :] (read the third part here)

After multiple pleads of Tommy, Wilbur and even Phil, Techno finally built up enough courage to ask you to come over again.

“I did it, (Y/N)’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Techno told his family when he came downstairs from his room. Phil and Wilbur cheered, Tommy began jumping up and down. Techno chuckled, “they said they were going to bring dessert as well, but needed to know whether you guys preferred vanilla or chocolate cake.” 

“Aw they don't need to do that.” Phil said before Techno cut him off, “That’s what I said as well but I wasn’t able to change their mind.”

“Chocolate?” Wilbur suggested and they all nodded, Techno off to his room again to talk with you. 

“Hey (Y/N)?” he said as he unmuted himself in the discord call. “Shit!” you yelped, “Sorry, you scared me.” Techno laughed, “Sorry, sorry. They said chocolate. They’re all really excited to see you again, especially Tommy.” “I’m really excited to see them too. How have they been doing?” you asked. Techno smiled, “good! Wilbur hasn’t stopped asking to meet you and neither has Tommy. He’s literally been asking about you multiple times a day.” You aww’ed and Techno smiled, excited to see you again. “That’s so sweet. I’m really excited to meet Wilbur and see Tommy again, he’ll love the dessert I’m bringing.” 

“What are you making?” Techno asked. “Ahhh that my dear is a secret. Now I must go to work on it.” you said and Techno huffed, making you laugh. “Hey I’ll be there tonight, okay? Don’t get too sad, bye Tech!” “I’ll try, bye (Y/N).” 

You smiled to yourself as you stood up to make chocolate cupcakes with galaxy frosting. 

After finishing piping the cupcakes, you smiled. They looked pretty good, you couldn’t wait to see Tommy’s reaction to them.

~

Your hand reached to knock on the door when it suddenly opened to reveal Techno with Tommy in his arms. “(Y/N)!” the toddler yelled excitedly as he reached for you. “Tommy!” you exclaimed, hugging him and shooting Techno a smile. “How have you been, big guy?” you asked Tommy. “Good! I made more drawings today.” he told you. “All of which are galaxies by the way.” Techno added, gesturing for you to come inside. “Oh really? Show me!” you said to Tommy and he nodded, climbing out of your arms when you reached the living room. 

“Hey (Y/N)! It’s good to see you again.” Phil said when he saw you. “Thanks for letting me come over again.” you smiled and you turned to Wilbur, “nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).” Wilbur smiled, “Oh trust me, I know. Neither of my brothers have shut up about you. Nice to meet you too, I’m Wilbur.”

You laughed and turned to look at Techno, whose face was now a deep red. “Wilbur I’m going to ki-” he began before Tommy interrupted him. “Look!” he said and he held up one of his drawings. You quickly shot Techno a wink before complimenting Tommy on his drawings, also telling him some new facts you came across online.

Techno’s eyes widened, his face an even deeper shade of red. He stood there frozen for a split second before he heard a small snicker of Wilbur. That asshole. Phil smacked his oldest son, making Techno snort. Deserved.

“So what did you make for dessert (Y/N)?” Phil asked. “That’s a surprise. Speaking of, is there anywhere I can put it?” you answered and he nodded, getting up to lead you to the kitchen. “You really can’t show me?” He tried again and you chuckled, “okay then, but don’t tell them anything.” 

He zipped his mouth shut and you grabbed the container from your bag, opening the lid to reveal the cupcakes. “Holy shit (Y/N) these look great! Oh my god Tommy will love these.” he said. “Aw thank you, I really hope so.” you said as he got out some ingredients so the container would fit. “Is there any way I can help with dinner?” You offered but he firmly denied again, calling out for Wilbur.

“Yes father?” he said when entering the kitchen. “You’re helping me with dinner.” Phil answered and Wilbur saluted him. You wondered how the three brothers could be this different. “So (Y/N), what did you make for dessert?” Wilbur asked, making you laugh. Different yet all the same. “All of your curiosity is making it very hard but I’m not telling you.” 

Wilbur pouted at you and you shook your head no, you weren’t going to slip up now. 

You felt someone tap against your leg and you looked down to see Tommy. “Hey Tommy, what’s up?” you asked as you crouched to face him. He leaned in to whisper, “Techno told me to come save you.” You giggled and followed Tommy back to Techno, who was sitting on the couch. He smiled when he saw you walking to him, he missed you already. “What’s up?” you asked, sitting next to him. Tommy quickly crawled in your lap, melting the boy in front of you. 

“I- uhm I listened to the playlist you sent me and I really liked it.” he told you and your eyes lit up, “really? What song was your favorite?” “I think it was called Fairy Tale? The band name was something with haircuts in it I believe.” 

You felt your stomach explode with butterflies at the realization he was talking about the love song that reminded you of him. Thoughts were now flooding your mind, about if he thought of you when listening to the song, did he even realize what the lyrics were, did he just liked the song with no further intention, does he like y- “(Y/N?)” Techno suddenly said, snapping you back to the conversation. “Hmm? Oh- Fairy Tale! That’s a good song, one of my favorites as well actually.” you answered blushing. Techno grinned and took a glance at Tommy, seeing him nearly asleep. His hand reached to poke the younger awake but you swatted his hand away. Techno raised his eyebrow at you, to which you smiled and calmly told Tommy to stay awake for a little bit longer. In response Tommy huffed and cuddled closer, which was a bad idea on his part. Techno began tickling him, earning loud laughter and screams from Tommy. 

Phil and Wilbur looked at each other at the same time, then quickly poking their heads out of the kitchen to see what was causing the disturbance. Wilbur sighed in relief at the sight of the three of you laughing, going back to the kitchen just as quick leaving Phil who stayed put a little longer. He couldn't stop the massive smile from spreading to his face and the warm feeling rising. Wilbur called out for Phil who, with one last glance, returned to the kitchen

Once Tommy calmed down from his hysteria Techno put on some Avatar, also slowly scooting closer to you. Upon noticing you smiled softly and put your arm lightly around his shoulders. Techno’s face heated up, not really used to this closeness. He could say he didn’t like it but he wasn’t really the one for lying. 

After one episode Wilbur started setting the table, quickly eyeing the three of you, a mixture of shock and pride on his face. He didn’t know how his brother managed it, but he was impressed. “Dinner’s nearly ready.” he told them, getting nods in response. Tommy had fallen asleep after all, so you attempted to wake him up. Attempted being the key word, he was still half asleep when you took a seat at the dinner table. “Tommy, you know you can’t have dessert without eating dinner right?” Phil told him and Tommy quickly woke up, climbing off your lap to his own chair. The two other brothers and you were laughing but Phil quickly shushed all of you and told you what was for dinner, “Roast veggies, roast potatoes and steak!”

He gave everyone their portions, everyone also immediately digging in. You complimented him, it was really good. Phil thanked you, soon the room filled with conversation and laughs. 

~

“Dessert time!!” Tommy exclaimed excitedly as everyone finished up their dinner and cleared off the table. You chuckled and walked to the kitchen with Phil. While he was boiling the water and grabbing the cups and plates, you took the container from the fridge and started placing them on little plates.

“Surprise!” Phil said as you two walked out of the kitchen, both holding a tray. All of the boys went quiet, excited and curious. You put your tray down, earning wow’s from Techno, Wilbur and Tommy. “Tech! Look, they’re like galaxies!” Tommy said and Techno laughed, “yeah they are. They look great (Y/N).” You smiled, really happy that Tommy recognized them. “You‘ve done a great job, these look incredible.” Wilbur said and you thanked him while handing out the plates with the cupcakes. Phil filled up the tea cups and soon new conversation was flowing. Wilbur asked a few questions, curious about the person his brother was in love with. You answered all of them happily, Techno butting in when the questions were school related. 

It didn't take long before more embarrassing childhood stories were told, all of you laughing, Techno tallying the times Wilbur embarrassed him in his head for later payback. Tommy was telling you about how he told his best friend Tubbo about galaxies as well and that he loved them too. You tried not to physically melt and told him to invite him over so you could draw together. Tommy got so excited he jumped off his chair and started running around the house, the remaining at the table laughing again. You took a glance at the clock, caught off guard by the way time had flown by. 

“I hate to be that person but I’m afraid I have to get going.” you said, getting understanding nods from everyone. Tommy abruptly stopped and dramatically huffed. He dragged himself back to his chair and sat down with a big pout. “Hey don’t worry bud, I’m sure (Y/N) will be back soon.” Phil said to him, making him look at you hopefully. “Yeah I will! Don’t worry about it too much, okay big man?” you smiled and he nodded, getting up and giving you a hug. Phil glanced at Techno, watching his expression change to pure and absolute adoration. It made Phil happy, even if he never knew what it truly felt like. The happy sparkles that Techno’s eyes held whenever you were there were enough. 

Wilbur and Techno cleaned up the table, you had offered to help but your attempts were quickly shut down. You glared at the pair when they walked away, making Phil laugh. Your gaze shifted to Phil, now also glaring at him. He only laughed harder, making Tommy giggle as well. You tried your hardest not to break but when Tommy began laughing as well you broke and laughed along with them.

“Are you going to ask them out?” Wilbur asked Techno, catching the latter off guard. “What? Ask them out? Like to be my partner?” Techno replied and Wilbur nodded. “I-I don’t know. That’s a big step. What if they don't like me and I ruin our friendship? What if they don't want to be friends anymore because they’ll think it’s- I’m weird? What if-” Techno rambled before Wilbur cut him off. “Dude. Do you need new glasses? You two look at each other like you are each other’s world and were literally cuddling on the couch earlier. You said they made a playlist for you right?”, Techno nodded, “well there you have your answer. Trust me, they feel the same.” He was still processing what Wilbur said when he heard your laugh and automatically smiled. Wilbur noticed and chuckled, “you’re so whipped for them, I can’t believe it. What happened with the ‘I’m independent I don’t need anyone ever’ Techno?”

Techno quickly smacked the back of Wilbur’s head before he could get more words out, making Wilbur laugh. Techno rolled his eyes, put away the dishes and walked back to the kitchen table. You smiled at him, getting up to grab your bag and jacket. Meanwhile Wilbur also came back from the kitchen, with your container in hand. “Oh thank you, I completely forgot about that,” you chuckled, “also thanks for letting me stay over again.” “No problem (Y/N), truly. Thank you for the cupcakes, they were really good.” Phil said, “and really pretty!” Tommy added and you giggled, thanking them and saying your goodbyes. 

Techno walked with you to the door, thinking about what Wilbur had said in the kitchen. “Thank you for inviting me, it was a lot of fun.” you told him, interrupting his train of thoughts. “Of course, you’re welcome here any time. I think Tommy likes you more than he likes his own brothers.” he said and you laughed, “impossible. I’m sure he would love watching Avatar with you as well.” He shrugged, “I do prefer watching it with you though.” 

Your cheeks flushed red and a smile crept up on your face. “Well, let’s watch more together soon then.” you said to which he quickly agreed to. He couldn’t wait to have your arm around him again. His cheeks heated up and he quickly looked down.

“I really do have to go though, my parents will kill me if I come home too late.” you said and he nodded, eyes still on the ground. You leaned in to kiss his cheek, just as he looked up to say goodbye. Noticing it on time, you quickly stopped, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. It didn’t help much, both of your faces now inches apart. His face held the same reaction, his heart racing. He thought back to what Phil and Wilbur had said and decided, fuck it, as he leaned in to close the gap and kiss you. You stiffened for a second, you’d silently hope this would happen but were still surprised. Techno noticed and quickly pulled back, apologizing profusely. You tried to tell him it was more than okay, you were just caught off guard but he kept cutting you off with apologies. You shook your head, leaning in again and kissing him. He finally shut up and kissed back, his hands now on your waist and yours on his cheeks. 

Techno pulled back again, looking into your eyes. You raised your eyebrow, wondering why he all of sudden stopped. “I- uhm, well,” he stuttered, your hands dropped to his cheek and he sighed, it was now or never. “Do you- Would you want to be my partner?” he asked quietly. Your eyes widened, shock taking over your expression. Was this real? The boy you’ve been loving since you could remember felt the same? You were brought back to reality by his hands leaving your waist and his mouth opening to apologize. “Yes. Yes I’d love to.” you quickly said, making the biggest smile ever cross Techno’s face. “Really?” he asked and you nodded while laughing, feeling all giddy and happy. He engulfed you in his arms, giving you the biggest hug ever. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, before Techno let you go making you frown. He chuckled, “I know dear, but I don’t want your parents to kill either of us.” “Yeah I guess you’re right. I’ll text you when I get home.” you said before giving him a quick kiss and turning around to walk away. “Bye (Y/N), be careful!” Techno said while waving. “I will!” you told him and waved back with a smile. Holy shit. 

Techno closed the door and leaned against it. Did that really just happen? His heart and stomach were doing backflips. He smiled to himself, you were his partner now.

His smile hadn’t toned down when he walked back to the rest of his family, who were impatiently waiting on him. “And?” “So?” Phil and Wilbur said at the same time, making Techno laugh. “We- I- We’re together now.” he told them, earning the loudest cheers he’s ever heard. “Congratulations man! I’m proud of you.” Phil told him and Techno thanked him, sitting down on the couch with them. “Did you ask them?” Wilbur asked and Techno nodded. “Dude! Congrats. What happened?” He asked and Techno told them everything that happened. 

Tommy, who was supposed to be asleep in his bed, came downstairs after hearing the cheering. “What’s going on?” he asked sleepily and Techno chuckled, “(Y/N) and I are dating.” he answered and the blonde nodded, “does that mean they’ll come over more?” he asked. “I think so, yeah.” Techno told him and Tommy nodded again, walking over to his family and sitting next to Techno. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs. You need to sleep and I need to check if (Y/N) is home safely.” Techo said to Tommy after picking him up and saying to goodnight to his dad and older brother. “Can I say goodnight to them?” Tommy asked and Techno nodded, taking him to his room. He started up his computer, happy to see a message from you. He quickly typed a response before video calling you and putting his headset on Tommy. 

You answered the call almost right away, aww’ing when you saw Tommy with the big headset on. “Hey big man, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” you said and he nodded, “yes but I woke up because they were all being loud and then Techno was going to talk to you and I wanted to say goodnight.” Techno smiled softly, kind of bummed he couldn’t hear your replies. “Awe that’s not good. Next time you just punch Techno lightly and he’ll be quiet.” you said to Tommy, making him giggle mischievously. Techno raised his eyebrow at both of you, that didn’t seem good. “I will. Goodnight (Y/N)!” Tommy said while waving. “Goodnight! Sleep well and sweet dreams.” you smiled and waved back. “I’ll be right back.” Techno said into the headset as he put it down and went to put Tommy in his bed.

After a few minutes he was back, “hey love.” he said as he put on his headset. “Gosh!” you sighed, making Techno laugh. “Please give me an announcement next time, I think I just lost 10 years of my life.” you said, Techno only laughing harder. “I will, I will, sorry.” he smiled. The two of you talked all night, switching to your phones when it became too late. You fell asleep first, Techno chuckling when he heard your soft snores. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” he whispered, before falling asleep himself. 

[eligaxy]

Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3

Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

[insomniamamma]

Safe: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: What can I say? I'm hormonal and all my shit hurts and if I cannot get snuggles IRL then I will write something super soft and self-indulgent to make myself feel better. Part of the Prickle AU. Set sometime after Sacellum.

Warnings: Oh no! There's only one bed. Soft!Ezra. Language. Cee's best friend on The Pug is non-binary and also named after my little boy's favorite stuffy. Maybe the slightest bit of angst. But mostly super soft.

         "You did this on purpose."         "Right hand to Kevva, I did not. I asked for double occupancy and they must have misunderstood and--"         "You don't have a right hand,"         "Let's go back to the reception desk," says Ezra, "We may be able to negotiate more appropriate accommodations."         "Errgh," you groan. Reception had been a nightmare, three freighters worth of traffic trying to secure berths all at once. It was a lot of people. Too many for your liking. Cee was staying with Kit and their family. Kit and Cee had practically tackled each other right there on the dock, everyone else forgotten, walked away arm in arm.         "We shove off in three cycles," Ezra hollered at her retreating back, and she flapped a dismissive hand at him. You had to smile. For three cycles Cee gets to be a normal teenager hanging out with her best friend without worrying about points and pulls and overhead costs and fuel margins.         "I don't wanna go back down there," you say, "Too many people. I think twice the population of Falnost was waiting in that fucking line." You brush past him and into the suite. The ceilings are low and slightly curved and it feels strange to be under this much grav. The outer rings of Puggart Bench have something close to terra-normal gravity, but after so much time spent on little moons and worldlets, this much G feels weird and you have no desire to trudge back down to reception.         "You sure?" Asks Ezra.         "Yeah," you drop your day bag and press a hand to the mattress. "Look at the size of this thing. It's, like, five crash-couches wide. This seems above our pay grade."         "They're overbooked," says Ezra, "We're paying the same points for the berth we should have gotten. I made sure of it. I can sleep in that recliner if--"         "No."         "No?"         "Kevva, Ez, we're both adults," you say, "I think we can share a bed for a night without exploding."

        Your suite has a real, honest-to-Goddess shower with a generous 15 minute timer. You scrub as fast as you can and then just let the water hit you, let the pressure pound on your tense back muscles until the chime sounds and the water cuts off. You towel off and dress, soft clothes you sleep in, and pad out into the main room. Ezra is reading, face far off and serious, and you just look at him for a minute, illuminated in the warm lamp-light, absorbed in his book, little furrow between his brows and then he looks up, all knowing smirk and dancing eyes, he's caught you staring.         "Your turn, Ez," You say and turn your face away. Kevva. This man. You've been trying to keep things professional, but it's a losing battle. His flirtations make you flush, but he's never tried to push you, never tried to leverage the fact that it's his name on the ship's title, that you signed a contract, that you are junior-most crew. You feel safe with him. And, from your limited experience in the fringe, that is a miracle in itself.

        Ezra sets his book aside and heads for the bathroom. You peel the sheets from the other side of the bed and settle in. There's a media player bolted to the wall, but you just want quiet. You switch off the lamp on your nightstand (we both have lamps, we both have a nightstand, how weird is that?) The sheets feel deliciously cool against your skin. To be clean and sleeping in clean sheets...if Heaven isn't like this Kevva's got some answering to do.         Ezra sings in the shower. You're barely awake and you smile. Ezra can't carry a tune in a bucket, singing fringeling songs and reels, stories of mercs and pirates and ghosts and you drift off to the sound of him, the sound of the water running.

        He sees you soft and loose and asleep. No rail-gun, no body armor, no thrower under your pillow. Your face slack, snoring slightly. You've kicked out of the blankets and lay curled as if chilled.         "Hey Artichoke," he murmurs, pulls the blankets up and tucks them around you, "Let's get you warm, yeah?"

        Ezra wakes. Bleared red numbers of the clock saying that this is still the deepest ditch of local night. Ezra is warm and confused. He feels you pressed against him, your chest to his back, an arm hooked around his middle, your legs entwined with his. You've sought him out in your sleep and folded yourself around him, your breath slow and steady against his nape. Ezra's eyes prick with tears. He can't remember the last time he's been held like this. He's had lovers. He has payed for sex on the less reputable Benches of the Great Arm, but for someone to hold him? For someone to touch him without payment, without trying to press some advantage, gain some kind of leverage, without priming him for the inevitable backstab?  He is overwhelmed. He tries to wriggle away from you, but your arm just tightens around him.         "...fixed the transponder," you mutter against his neck, "told you we didn't need...told you..." He pats your arm and relaxes against you.         "Okay, Artichoke, okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep."

        You wake enfolded, Ezra's good arm wrapped around you. You feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the slow sussurration of his breath, the snores that catch in his throat and turn to murmurs, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You've tucked yourself against him in your sleep. Your hand rests on his sternum. Oh Kevva. What are you doing? You go rigid.         Your first impulse is to wrestle out of his hold, take one of the blankets and install yourself in the recliner that you wouldn't let Ezra take, but part of you wants to stay right here in the combined warmth of your bodies, feeling his breath, his heart, his calloused palm spread against your shoulder. You shift, making the smallest effort to pull yourself away and his arm tightens further, a low, sleepy chuckle reverberates through his chest.         "Hi Ez,"         "Hi." He strokes the pad of his thumb along the exposed curve of your shoulder.         "I'll get up," you say, even as he shifts and cups the back of your head in his palm, tucking you closer.         "You don't have to," he says, voice rough with sleep. This gesture pricks at your heart. Coming up on Falnost has made you hard, guarded, there has been precious little gentleness in your life, pulling rocks out of the parched ground since you were big enough to lift a shovel. Learned to fight and shoot to chase water-thieves from the homestead. He strokes the back of your head like one might pet a skittish cat and your heart squeezes.         "Ezra?" You hate how small your voice sounds, you hate the uncertainty you hear there, "Are we okay?"         "Of course we are," he says, "Why wouldn't we be?"         "I wrapped around you like a Bueller's world python and I did it in my sleep-"         "The wrapping was mutual-"         "You're not mad or uncomfortable or anything?" He laughs again, gentle huff of breath against the crown of your head.         "Mad about waking with you in my arms? The day I'm mad about that you can just shoot me in the head and send me to Kevva because I will surely have lost my ever-loving mind." You smile against his skin and relax some, your hand unfists and you curl your arm around his soft belly, feel his breath hitch.         "Tickles."         "Sorry." You feel yourself drift, skirting the edge of sleep. He is warm and solid and you let yourself relax against him.         “This feels...safe..." you say, so close to sleep that you're not sure if you've said it aloud or if you've just thought it. And you're not sure if you hear his response or dream it, one word. Always.

        "She's late," says Ezra.         "We still got a sixteenth to button up and board,"         "Still," says Ezra, "Yon freighter will leave with our pod wether we're strapped in it or not." You see Cee and Kit, trailed by Kit's parents, weaving through the crowd. Cee is beaming, her blonde hair has a brilliant streak of blue, and Kit has a matching streak in their hair.         "Hey guys!" Cee hugs Ezra and then hugs you.         "How was your shore leave, Little Bird? I like the fancy hair."         "Isn't that cool? We've got matching streaks," says Cee.         "It's semi-permanent," says Kit, "We'll pick a different color next time!" You have to smile. Cee looks revitalized. Three cycles spent with her friend, just doing normal kid things has been good for her.         "Check this out!" says Cee and pushes a laminated drawing towards the two of you. Ezra makes a show of looking carefully.         "I recognize you and Kit," he says, "I am not familiar with these other people, though."         "They're from The Streamer Girl, dumbass," says Cee, "Here's Clo and Reive and Lily and Auri. See? Kit put us right in the story." Ezra gives Kit his best smile.         “You drew this? You are very talented." Kit smiles big.         "Thanks!" says Kit, "I'll put you guys in the next one! Maybe you could be professors at Bowsun Academy or something."         "I look forward to it," says Ezra.         "Time to go, Cee," you say and Cee and Kit exchange one more enthusiastic hug.         "Later fringeling!" Calls Kit.         "Piss off, stationer!" Cee calls back. Ezra curls his fingers around yours and squeezes. Cee tells you all about her three cycles with Kit, the movies they watched, the Real Food they ate. How Kit's little brother wanted a blue streak in his hair too and Kit's parents said no and how mad he got. I wanna be cool like Kit and Cee.         "I told him he's got plenty of time to be cool," says Cee, "And he told me that I don't understand how the world works. He's like, four." Ezra laughs.         "Wise for his years." Says Ezra. And the three of you fall quiet. You find the pod much as you left it, towed to the Polly Jean and clipped in, transferred by the station's tugs. You settle in and do a full systems check. Calling out the checklists and making sure everything is good for transit.         "What are you guys so happy about?" asks Cee.         "Whatever do you mean?" asks Ezra.         "You been all smiles since I hit the dock," says Cee, "Both of you. Did we score a really good job? Did we win the Puggart Bench lottery or something? What aren't you telling me?"         "That," says Ezra, "Is for us to know and you to endlessly speculate about."         "Hmph," says Cee.

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[the-insomniac-emporium]

Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 9

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language + mentions of sensitive topics Warnings: Referenced past abuse. Does not go into detail. Notes: Longest Serenade chapter yet at 4k+ words! Bit of angst, majority is fluffy fluffer fluff though. Next chapter is maximum h*rny, with two versions depending on reader, uh, equipment. EDIT: Forgot to put title, like dumbass. Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy, Pt. 7: Harmony, Pt. 8: Obbligato

Chapter 9: Berceuse

(Berceuse: A lullaby. Generally slow and undulating.)

One moment you’re playing the piano, lovingly demonstrating a song you’d like Daniela to learn, the next you’re blue screening as she places a teasing kiss to your neck. It takes all of your willpower to keep playing, improvising a way to end the song right then and there. Then you’re turning to Daniela, eyes wide, blushing hard. She’s giggling. When she regains her composure, you give her a confused expression.

“I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve made real eye contact with me all morning. What gives?” She asked, frowning slightly. Awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck, you avoid her gaze, doing little else than proving her point. This frustrates her, and she lets out an aggravated sigh. I should probably tell her what happened, you think, dreading the idea. Still, the two of you had been making an effort to communicate better. What kind of partner would you be if you didn’t tell her about her mother’s intervention?

“Okay, okay… I wasn’t sure how to bring this up, but if I’m being this obvious about it anyway…” You started, trailing off anxiously. In response, Daniela places one of her hands over yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Though your face somehow gets even redder, the action gives you the courage required to continue. “I had another progress update meeting with your mother yesterday. I was worried, since this was the first one where you weren’t present, but I didn’t- I mean, er… Fuck it, she knows you’re interested in me. Doesn’t think we’re already together, thank God, but she told me, and I quote, that my response should be ‘swift and uninterested’. What are-” before you can finish you’re cut off by a loud groan, followed by your girlfriend cradling her head in her hands. Yeah, you think, this is about what I expected.

“Of course she did! I can’t have anything nice,” Daniela snapped, having gone from ten to sixty real quick. You’re just glad that she wasn’t taking it out on the piano. “How would she even know about us? I only stare at you when she’s not looking!” Oh? Since when did she stare at you? Certainly if Lady Dimitrescu had noticed, you would have as well?... Then again, the few times where all three of you were in the same room usually involved you working while they chatted or ate together. Still, the idea of Daniela making heart eyes at you from across the room was enough to make you blush again. “Look, she’s probably making some assumptions. There’s no way she knows as much as she thinks she does, at least not about us. So let’s just be careful- ugh, I sound like Bela- and otherwise keep doing what we do. Alright, songbird?”

“If you’re sure, then so am I. Let’s try to focus on our lesson for now, though,” you replied, doing your best to sound confident. Hoping to add in a little reassurance, you give Daniela a quick peck on the cheek. Unsurprisingly she ‘dodges’, instead kissing you on the lips, but you hardly mind at all. When she pulls back she’s got a huge grin on her face.

“Lesson now, fun later, got it. Speaking of later… You and me, inside the library, right after lunch. I’ll tell mother we’re going over theory and key recognition, but really-” she leans in close, mouth barely an inch from your ear “it’s a date. Don’t worry about getting caught, I’ve already made sure that neither Bela nor Cassandra will interrupt.” Your heart skipped a few beats at her suggestion, and you had to admit… you were beyond excited for this. When was the last time you had gone on an actual date? Years ago, just a month before you left your hometown and moved to the village. That had been a date you’d spend the rest of your life regretting… then again, it was what made you leave in the first place. And if you hadn’t left, you’d have never met Daniela.

Maybe it hadn’t been that bad after all.

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Four minutes past one in the morning, you shuffled nervously towards the library, with note cards in hand. Even if you weren’t really going to help Daniela study, you wanted to be prepared in case you bumped into anyone along the way. After all, this was the night shift, when most of the servants were up and about, accomplishing any tasks deemed ‘too noisy’ to be done while the manor occupants slept. Thankfully, the fact that lunch had just finished meant a fair amount of workers would be busy cleaning up the dining hall. In the end, you only passed one other servant, but it was the only one you hadn’t felt confident about running into: Daphne.

Despite your long-standing friendship (having known each other in the village, and being brought to the castle within the same week), you had yet to tell her about your relationship with Daniela. Which by itself wouldn’t have been too bad, if not for the fact that she could tell you were hiding something from her. This had, understandably, put a damper on your friendship. From her perspective, there was nothing you shouldn’t be able to tell her. Even you weren’t sure if you should be more honest, all things considered. There was no way she’d ever tell someone else about your situation. But if one day you got in trouble for lying to Lady Dimitrescu… and somehow someone figured out that Daphne knew too, well, she’d be just as fucked as you, if not more so. After all, there was a chance that Daniela’s affection for you would lead to a lighter punishment. Not that being exiled into the forest was much better than being flat out killed.

So when you saw Daphne heading towards you, you tried to get by with a simple smile and a brief wave.

“Aren’t you even going to say hi?” Daphne asked, tone stiff but filled with disappointment. It catches you off guard, to the point where you drop your note cards. Immediately you’re squatting down, gathering them up, taking the excuse not to look at your friend. She doesn’t move to assist, instead pausing in the hallway to watch you. “We were supposed to stick together, you know? But it’s like becoming Lady Daniela’s little plaything made you think you’re better than the rest of us. Better than me.” That last part was barely more than a whisper, and you freeze in place, hand still hovering over one of the cards. “I shouldn’t have said anything, it doesn’t matter. Just try not to get yourself killed, alright? I don’t want to be the one to clean up your corpse.”

“Daphne, wait, please!” You said, finally moving to your feet, blocking your friend’s path. When she looks at you, you can just barely make out tears in the corners of her soft blue eyes. “I’m sorry, really. I… I can’t tell you what’s going on because I can’t risk getting you in trouble. You’re my best friend, Daph, and I don’t want anything happening to you just because I was doing something reckless.”

“Do you really think I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you?” Daphne questioned, with a bitter laugh. She’s shaking her head in disbelief, even as you stare at her, shell shocked. “Maybe the others haven’t caught on yet, but I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’m not oblivious to the way you talk about her. I figured you’d tell me eventually… It’s been weeks, though. More than that, I mean seriously, don’t you think I’d go down for you in a heartbeat? There was a time where I was sure the two of us would do anything for each other, ride or die when the dying part was a guaranteed end to all of this. Something tells me that’s not the case anymore.” Now she refuses to meet your gaze, instead staring down at what few note cards still lay on the floor.

“That’s still the case, I promise. It’s hard enough to look past what our employers do to strangers. If they hurt you? I’d never dream of forgetting, let alone forgiving them,” you explained. It’s enough to make her look back up, but she’s far from smiling.

“If that’s the case, maybe I’m looking at the wrong signals. But I’ve got to go, and I assume you do too. Take care,” she said, before slipping past you as quickly as she can. Then you’re left to gather the last of your note cards, mind whirling. Cruel as the thought may be, you hoped that this wouldn’t ruin the mood for your date. The best your mind could do to cope was focus on one thing at a time…

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“Are you sure this is safe? I can’t even remember how many times I’ve been told to keep this door shut, under the threat of, you know, losing my life,” you called out, hanging out in the doorway. Beyond you by a few meters was Daniela, who twirled about with laughter, reaching out to catch a few falling leaves. This was the entrance to the garden, as far as you could tell. Not to be confused with the vineyard, which was larger, as well as on a completely different side of the estate. You had never been to either, seeing as only a select few servants were allowed to leave the manor. If Daniela hadn’t made it seem like you’d be staying in the library, well, you probably would have protested a little, regardless of how badly you wanted to go on a real date. Even when you had met up with her, she hadn’t told you any details, just laughing and asking you to follow her.

“Don’t be a baby! We’re still a few weeks away from autumn, and besides, you’re here with me! What could possibly go wrong?” Daniela asked, sending you a cheeky grin before dashing off into the garden proper. For a moment you’re left on the threshold, a picnic basket in your arms, wondering what the season had to do with your safety. Then you sigh, figuring that it couldn’t be that bad. Hadn’t your girlfriend mentioned this to Bela, anyway? Certainly the responsible older sister would have stepped in if something genuinely dangerous had been suggested? Well, you hoped as much, at least. With that in mind you close the door behind you, then dashed towards where Daniela had gone. Even as you round the corner, you don’t see her, and suddenly you’re nervous as hell. Before you can call out to her, the sound of rustling leaves catches your attention. Suddenly something jumps out at you! “Rah! Gotcha, babe!”

Ah, of course it was your girlfriend, clearly pulling a leaf from Cassandra’s book. You playfully smack her arm in response, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded. Humorous intentions aside, she had legitimately scared you, and you had nearly dropped your basket in response. Before you can say as much, Daniela’s hooking her arm in yours so she can pull you further into the gardens.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute, firefly,” you muttered, a tad grumpy now. Most of your irritation was false, however, intended to tease your girlfriend. For a moment she doesn’t seem to realize that, and she stops in place. Once her eyes meet yours she understands what’s going on. Then she’s grinning, sticking her tongue out at you, and continuing down the path. Soon enough you’re approaching a paved brick circle. All around it, minus where it meets the walkway, are various flowers in bloom. Past the flowers are bushes, and past those are trees, whose branches provide a canopy for the circle. “Wow… and I thought you were pretty,” you teased, admiring the view.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Daniela lets out an offended scoff, before taking the basket from you. Wordlessly she opens it up to grab the blankets within, spreading them without sparing you a glance. Now it’s your turn to wonder whether or not her anger is just a joke. Hoping so, you help her smooth out the blankets, making sure the two of you have ample space to spread out. At one point both of you reach for the basket at the same time, and she just grabs your hand instead, squeezing it. Next thing you know she’s pulling you down onto the blankets, rolling on top of you.

“Come here often?” She asked. Then, unsurprisingly, the two of you kiss. Both of your arms wrap around her waist, holding her as close as you can. One of her hands cups your cheek, the other resting on the ground to support herself, for ‘optimal makeout angles’. It’s a minute of bliss before she has to pull back for air. Instead of pulling away entirely, she shifts down a notch, resting her head against your chest. “Mmm… so comfortable. I could just… fall… asleep…” Daniela murmured, pretending to be sleepy. You can’t help but laugh, chest obviously shaking in as you do. “No! Pillows aren’t supposed to vibrate.”

“Are you sure about that?” You asked, only laughing harder.

“They don’t talk, either,” Daniela replied, huffing as she does. When you keep laughing, she rises to a sitting position, much to your disappointment. “So you have chosen death? So be it. I’ll just eat these candies myself, then.” With that said, she digs into the picnic basket, retrieving a bag of chocolates. Pouting, you reach out to try and yoink one away from her. Rather deftly, she pulls them away, sticking her tongue out at you before tossing a couple in her mouth. Determined, you surge forward, trying to catch her off guard, only to (somehow) end up face down in her lap. “Exactly like I planned, songbird. Now get comfy, alright?”

One of her hands trails fingers through your hair as you semi-awkwardly roll over. Now you’re facing up, watching your girlfriend practically inhale a few pieces of chocolate. But now she seems more inclined to share. She plucks one more from the bag, offering it to you by holding it in front of your mouth. Gladly you open up, and she drops the chocolate, before giving you a small ‘boop’ on the nose. Both of you laugh, then, a sound that sparks warmth in your chest. This was… nice. Relaxing. Not only were the two of you allowed to be as open with your affection as you wanted, it was the first time in ages that you had actually been outside, able to enjoy the sunlight.

Several minutes pass by like this, with Daniela feeding you (and herself) candies, both of you taking time to appreciate the scenery. Eventually the bag of chocolates becomes close to empty, and you see your girlfriend have an ‘oh crap’ moment.

“I was going to save some of these for you to smuggle into your quarters, damn it… guess you’ll just have to refuse to share, babe,” she said, shrugging a little. Then she sets the bag aside, now devoting both of her hands to playing with your hair. “Guess I’ll just have to find something else to keep my tongue occupied. Know any volunteers?”

“Hmm… I would, but it’s reeeaaaaaallllllly comfortable down here,” you teased in reply. Suddenly her hands are taken out of your hair, and you can just barely see that they’re positioned on her hips. She’s pouting at you, very similar to how you’ve seen her mother do, yellow eyes betraying her mischief. What exactly did she have planned?

“Really, songbird? I take you out, give you a wonderful place to rest, hand feed you chocolates… and you won’t even kiss me? When was the last time you even got to do something like this?” She asked, perking an eyebrow. The question is innocent enough. The answer, however, is not. Even with your head in her lap, you cannot fight off the brief sense of panic as your mind flashes into the past. It takes a deep breath, a few blinks, and a reassuring touch from Daniela for you to calm back down. “Songbird?... Hey, hey, it’s okay, I didn’t- I don’t know what happened. But we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, we can just…” She trails off, sounding unsure of herself, and you feel a pang of guilt. Was it finally time to come clean?... Yeah, yeah it was.

“It’s fine, I promise. I just… I need to sit up for this,” you explained, begrudgingly rising out of her lap. But she doesn’t let you pull away entirely, a hand guiding you to sit right up against her. Then she gently wraps an arm around you. Leaning into her touch, you rest your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “It’s kind of a long story, firefly… But this has happened often enough that I need to tell you. At least part of it. So, well… When I was younger, I, uh, I read a lot of romance novels, watched a lot of movies. Not even the good ones, really. And I didn’t- I couldn’t think through them. Couldn’t analyze it the way I needed to. So I didn’t get a good grasp of what a healthy relationship looked like. My, uh, my folks weren’t keen on demonstrating one for me, either…

“Before I came to the village, I was, well, uh, the thing is you might not like this part? And you’re not gonna like the next part, either. Just… listen to the end, please,” you pleaded, waiting for an acknowledgment before continuing. “I was engaged, as in to be married, to a woman I had known for most of my life. We were neighbors, and had gone to school together, and everyone thought we were the cutest couple. Hell, for the longest time I thought that. We weren’t, though. She was-” Daniela tenses a bit, though remains silent- “manipulative, sometimes aggressive. Anytime there was an argument, she made herself into the victim, told me that I was crazy. She wanted to make all the decisions about our relationship for me, and I just… I didn’t question it. Not even after she proposed, when my only reason for saying yes was because we were in public, with friends, and she clearly assumed that I’d agree. I tried to tell her that I wasn’t ready, that maybe we were going too fast, but she tuned me out.

“I didn’t even think about running until our final date. That was the first, and the only, time that she ever… that she ever-” a few tears spill from the corners of your eyes- “got physical with me. She’d broken things before, for sure, but I never thought she’d hurt me.” Daniela rubs your back gently, her breathing a little shaky. Evidently she hated hearing about this as much as you hated talking about it. Somehow that made it a little easier to talk through. “The next day she had to work early, so I just packed up my things, went over to my parents’ house and told them what happened. For once they actually agreed, if you can believe it. Told me to get the hell out of town, said that they’d deal with my fiance, and our relatives, so that I didn’t have to worry about anything when I came back. It was less than a full day before I drove away from everything I had ever known, promising my folks that someday I’d be back. Didn’t settle down until half the continent was behind me, not ‘til I was here at the village.”

There were a couple moments of silence as Daniela waited to make sure you had finished talking. Then she’s kissing the top of your head, shaking a little more noticeably now, murmuring reassurances that you can’t quite understand. Again you lean into her touch, indescribably thankful for her comforting presence. Fuck, you think, I probably ruined the date… so much for spending quality time with my lil firefly. When the silence breaks, it does so softly, slowly, a careful opening rather than a forceful push.

“Why would you give me a second chance? After what I did to you?” Daniela asked, voice barely audible, her head still resting atop yours. It’s not the response you expected. Not in the slightest. You pull away slightly, to look her in her eyes, heart aching at the tear stains on her cheeks. Even though you want to give her an answer that will bring her peace, your mind draws little more than a blank. Why had you given her a chance? You had wanted to be with her, without doubt, even before Cassandra and Bela intervened. Even after every time that she reminded you of your past…

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I haven’t learned anything from what’s happened,” you started, uncertainty clear in your tone. “Or maybe it’s because you looked… regretful. You didn’t enjoy what you did, and I saw it in your eyes. And… and then you did something about it. If you hadn’t shown remorse, or if I genuinely believed that you might do something like that again, we wouldn’t be here right now. I mean, in that case your sisters probably would have killed me for turning you down, but that’s not entirely relevant right now, is it?” You’re rambling a little, stuttering over your own words. Still, somehow it makes Daniela laugh, and relief floods your chest. Soon enough you’re curled up against her once more.

“Hey,” she said, after a minute of comfortable silence. “Thank you for showing me what romance is supposed to be.” Then she’s leaning in for a kiss, and you’re responding eagerly, unable to stop yourself from smiling. This time it’s your hand that runs through her hair as you pull her in as close as you can. To your surprise, she does pull away a tad earlier than usual. But there’s a grin on her lips, and she looks satisfied as hell. “Definitely more of that, soon. There’s just one more thing we have to do, to make this date perfect, you know? I may or may not have, kind of, written you something? You’re not allowed to laugh, though!”

“When have I ever laughed at you?” You asked, teasing, literally laughing as you speak. In response, Daniela scowls, making a point to look away in feign protest. “Joking, joking… I’ve just, you know, never had someone write me something before. Kinda don’t know how to react, really. Other than blushing real hard-” which you were doing- “and trying to play off my excitement with humor. But I promise I won’t laugh, even if you start with something like ‘roses are red, violets are blue’ or end with something like ‘just us in bed, doing the do’. Please tell me that’s not what you wrote, though?”

“Now that you mention it, maybe that should be what I recite. Sounds exactly like the sort of thing that would get me laid,” Daniela joked, rolling her eyes at you. Then she’s tugging a loose piece of paper out of the picnic basket, unfolding it to reveal a well-worn surface and hand-written text. She hesitates for a moment, glancing up at you, before taking a deep breath. When she speaks it’s clear just how nervous she is. But with every line she gains a measure of confidence, by the end acting her usual confident self.

Step from the shadows, weary corners of my mind Encased in old thoughts, brought into new life Like ashes rising from tombs housing the divine

Spinning webs as I descend, from the cradle of heaven From the dead I have risen, blessed be the gift I’m given Only from your haunting call do I embrace living

Catching the corners of my lips turning up All my years I’ve felt, but never this much Quietly writhing, begging for your softest touch

The pursuit of unintentional romance left abandoned Whispering love-locked tales to be consumed Sweeter than every facade I have ever imagined

Come closer now, into my arms, heart embraced Trailing fingers over scars, sewing lines traced Tell me love, “we shall last until the end of days”

At first, all you can do in response is stare at her, expression filled with affection. Inside your chest your heart was racing, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this warm. Reaching out, you take one of Daniela’s hands in your own, grinning as soon as her gaze meets yours. Both of you are blushing rather hard. Then she sets the poem down, eyes never leaving yours for even a second. You try to stutter out a few words, but find your tongue tied, and so you settle for placing your forehead against hers. The two of you stay like that for a few loving moments. When you part, it is only to come back together, this time in a tight hug.

“One helluva date, yeah?” Daniela asked, looking incredibly proud of herself. You can’t help but nod enthusiastically in response, honestly happier than you had felt in years. “Well, I will have to let you get back to work soon, unfortunately… but we have a few minutes, at least. Besides, having to part will only make tonight all the more sweeter.” At that you pause, confused, tilting your head to the side. Realizing that she must have gotten ahead of herself, Daniela blushes before elaborating. “You, me, my room. Tonight, right after your shift ends.”

You could hardly wait.

[charlies-gillespie]

and they were roommates | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: reader and charlie are roommates and they have fallen in love with each other

length: short-ish

rating: PG-13

warnings: fluffy content, a dumb little argument, and some nsfw content (no smut but some touching and teasing)

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST

author’s note: if you dont get the title of this imagine, we can’t be friends (jk)

another author’s note: psst i’m working on a two part series and part one may or may not be posted in about an hour

You wake up in the morning to hear Charlie blaring ‘Now or Never’ in the living room. You put on a large hoodie to cover up your tank top and tiny shorts before stalking out into the living room. You rub your eyes as you look at your roommate.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask, seeing that he’s actually playing ‘Now or Never’ on his electric guitar. “It is eight in the morning, Charlie.”

He looks at you and says, “I need to practice. Sorry.”

You walk over to the amp his guitar is plugged into and say, “Just practice without blowing out my eardrums, please. You don’t need an amp at eight in the morning.”

Charlie blinks at you and says, “I’m blessing your ears with my awesome guitar skills at eight in the morning. Appreciate it, Y/N.”

“I’d appreciate it more if you just turned it down a little bit,” you say, “Please?”

He smiles and says, “Only because you said please.”

“Thank you,” you say before walking up to your bedroom. You pull off the hoodie then crawl into bed and get comfortable.

After another hour, you wake up again and yawn. You sit up and see Charlie in your doorway. “Charlie?” you ask. “What are you doing here?” He’s wearing grey sweatpants with no shirt and you are caught a little off guard because he was wearing one of the Sunset Curve shirts he got.

He says, “I, uh, I was going to come wake you up but you looked peaceful so I didn’t want to wake you. I promise I wasn’t standing here and watching you sleep. Anyway, I was about to make some pancakes if you wanna come help.”

Pancakes grab your attention and you say, “I’m down for some pancakes. Let me put on my hoodie.”

Charlie says, “Yeah. Just meet me in the kitchen.” He turns to leave but he runs into the door frame. You laugh and he just walks off.

You put on the hoodie from before then leave your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You walk downstairs and see that Charlie has the pancake mix out on the counter. He’s putting water in a bowl and you walk up to him. You jam your fingers into his side playfully Charlie jumps and spills the water on himself. You gasp and step back.

He looks over at you and says, “That’s it.” Charlie throws the water in the bowl at you to get back at you.

“Charlie!” you whine. “You only got a little bit of water on you and you just soaked me. Now I have to take the hoodie off.”

Your roomie laughs and says, “So take it off, Y/N.”

As you reach down to pull off the hoodie, you say, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Gillespie.”

Charlie says, “I would.”

You pull off the hoodie and stare at Charlie. You blink at him and he quickly says, “Because you might get pancake mix on it. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Maybe you should take off the sweatpants since you got them wet too,” you say, playing at Charlie’s game.

He laughs and says, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Y/N?”

A smirk forms on your lips and you say, “Maybe I would.”

Without hesitation, Charlie pulls his sweatpants down. He’s just down to his boxers now. You’re only wearing a tank top and the tiny shorts you wore to bed last night and he’s only wearing boxers. The situation makes your mind wander to different situations that you’ve already thought of.

Charlie refills the bowl and puts it on the counter. You grab the pancake mix and pour that into the bowl filled with water. Charlie mixes as you get a pan ready. Both of you dance around the kitchen after you put on your Spotify playlist with your favorite songs. You use the spoon that Charlie used to sing into. He watches you with a smile on his face.

The two of you finish making the pancakes and you sit on the couch, watching episode 7 of Julie and the Phantoms. You watch the Perfect Harmony scene intently. Your eyes are on Charlie during the entire scene. You got to be there when he filmed that scene with Madison, and now you get to watch it whenever you want. Charlie looks good in the scene. His hair neatly done with the white button-up.

Your roommate notices how much attention your paying to the scene on the TV. Charlie teases, “You can never keep your eyes off me, can you?”

“You wish,” you scoff, getting off the couch. You walk into the kitchen to throw your plate away and wash the bowl and the pan that you used to make the pancakes.

As you hum Perfect Harmony to yourself, you feel someone come up behind you. You ignore it because you know it’s Charlie. He pulls your hair away from your neck and he says, “I can never keep my eyes off you, Y/N.”

Where is this coming from all of a sudden? You have no idea, but you don’t mind it. You’ve always to be this close to Charlie. Maybe not when you just ate pancakes and haven’t brushed your teeth yet, but you’ve wanted to be this close to Charlie for so long.

You feel Charlie’s fingers run down your side and he mumbles, “No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

“What are you going to do about it?” you ask, turning off the water and turning around, facing Charlie. You stare up into his eyes as you’re pressed against the counter.

Charlie leans down a little bit and runs his fingers up over your stomach and your breasts. You shiver a bit as he touches you. “Charlie,” you whisper.

He cups your face in his hands. “God, will you just kiss me already?” you say kind of aggressively.

That’s what Charlie does. His lips crash to yours and hungrily move against yours. Charlie lifts you up so you’re sitting on the counter by the sink, your legs wrapped around his waist. All the tension that’s ever built between the two of you melts away as you kiss the man you’ve loved for a while now.

And little do you know that Charlie’s felt the same way about you since you showed up to set on day one.

You pull back from the kiss and look at Charlie. Both of you breathless from the kiss. You run your fingers through his hair and say, “Now’s a good a time as any to tell you that I’ve loved you for months.”

Charlie smiles and pecks your lips. “I’ve loved you since day one, Y/N.”

A breathy laugh escapes your lips and you ask, “What happens now?”

“How about I take you on a proper date?” Charlie asks.

You smile and nod. “I like the sound of that,” you tell him.

Then he brings his lips to yours again, but carrying you to the couch to continue the little makeout session between you two. Now that you have kissed him, you don’t know how you’ll ever stop.